I am not a narcissist. But somehow, I’m surrounded by a family full of them.
My dad – in his early 50’s
My mom – in her early 50’s
My sister – late teen/early 20s
My brother – a pre-teen
(I am married, but thankfully he’s not a narcissist.)
I’m not sure how I escaped the beast that is narcissism, but I’m glad I did.
My therapist suggested I start a blog. Because I’m surrounded by so much family drama, I suffer from anxiety. I’m a chronic worrier, always over-analyzing every situation and waiting for what will go wrong next. I guess it’s supposed to be a creative way for me to unleash my frustration and rage–of course all caused by my narcissistic family. Let’s see how long I can keep this up. I’m really not fond of using my free time to write a blog and not get paid for it. I’m kidding. Sort of.
Because my family situation is complex and goes back 30+ years, I’ll try to keep each post brief and to the point. I won’t bore you with paragraph after paragraph and page after page of my drama. I know I wouldn’t read all that, so I don’t expect you to.
So stick around for a while enjoy this disaster of a ride. Any advice? Leave a comment. I BEG YOU!
Let me clarify that no one in my family has ever been officially diagnosed by a professional as a narcissist. Through my own reading and matching up the telltale signs with their behaviors, I am convinced that they are.