I’d like to describe to you my childhood, my mother, and my life as my mother’s daughter.
I learned the meaning of the word “narcissist” when I was in high school, in the context of some English literature story we were studying. A narcissist, my English teacher explained, is someone who is consumed with self-love and self-interest.
At that time, I didn’t realize that I was living with a narcissist. I didn’t realize until I myself was a mother that my own mother suffered from Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
Before you roll your eyes and think, “Oh, now here’s another one of these newly invented disorders for the 21st century,” I’d like to describe to you my childhood, my mother, and my life as my mother’s daughter.
My mother is an aristocratic woman, very smart and talented, with a charming personality. Unfortunately, we children were not pretty or thin enough for her taste, and she made that abundantly clear to us.
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