I get called on to write things that no one will talk about( or few) I am disgusted with how politically correct our culture is. I think the plethora of mental illness is directly related to the fact that you can’t say things straight out. I do Astrology and my Psychic Readings in the same way. If you want white washed platitudes, find someone else as they abound out there. With that caveat, I would like to take the dress of Malignant Narcissism, so to speak.
Malignant narcissism is not what you think. You think it is the great Wizard of Oz when it is simply the man behind the curtain. He is smaller than other men, weaker. He has less force than an ordinary man.To whom did you give such power and such awe to find he was a speck of a man? That is the dilemma to those of us who grew up with Malignant Narcissism. The giant behemoth comes crashing down to the size of an ant. The only problem is that we were programmed by the behemoth because we were children, the size of an ant and with the strength of an ant. Hence, we see the dilemma of the children of the Malignant Narcissist. They are raised in a dream with monsters of double size who are really tiny creatures who can’t say Boo.
Children who have to deal with a Malignant Narcissist parent get warped in predictable directions. They get smaller and smaller while the behemoth appears bigger and bigger. The trouble is that when the children are grown, they are still small, inside. They bent down so much to avoid the barbs that they froze that way. They are forever slumping their shoulders and slinking through the doorways of life, lest the Malignant narcissist who resides in their heads decides to make the ever familiar rant.
I will be back