How Discovering Narcissist Abuse Broke Me and Made Me Stronger
Through emotional trauma and painful realizations, I found this message: victims are precious humans.
Headphones in my ears, I pressed to play “The Wizard of Oz and Other Narcissists” by Eleanor Payson on Audible. I sat on my bedroom floor with a notebook on my desk. I felt heavy and emotionally raw.
My therapist suspected I was a victim of narcissist abuse and suggested the book. Despite past therapy, I never realized how dysfunctional my childhood environment was, and the discoveries were getting worse.
When I got to the section, “Are you in a relationship with a narcissist?” I jerked upright to take notes. “Does the relationship drain your energy?” “Do you frequently feel hurt or annoyed that you do not get your turn?” “Is the interest and quality of attention they give much less than what you give?”
The past 20 something years flashed through my mind as I continued to listen and take notes. The light bulbs in my mind were lighting up. Two close family members do not experience empathy or see me as a separate person. These are one-sided relationships, and they always will be.
These are one-sided relationships, and they always will be.
