Little Acons – No. 23
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This is my mother and i for the last 10 yrs. She pretends to love me but hates me for not being a part of her toxic triangulation geee i wonder why???
This one seems like how we often feel about our narcs. Or at least it’s how I often feel about mine.
Windstorm2
I still love them, I do not agree with the choices they make for themselves even if I understand the why now.
Have you ever had an issue with separating your feelings and emotions from others?
Or have you ever felt like you couldn’t breath because of the emotions from others are so overwhelming?
Twilight
I believe I can always separate my feelings and emotions from others. I base this largely because I am the opposite of a “band wagon” person. I’m all the time watching others get caught up in situations and emotions that I don’t agree with and find myself staying quiet to avoid controversy. Conversely I hold many views and opinions that those around me disagree with, but since I believe truth is relative – I figure my opinions are my truth, but not theirs.
Now as to feeling overwhelmed by others emotions, I have that happen all the time. I can usually just enjoy the happy ones and let them flow thru me, but the unhappy ones cause me a lot of grief. Whenever someone is very tired, feels sick, is mad or vengeful, confused, hurt – you get the picture – I feel it and it makes me anxious at first, then more disturbed if it goes on or gets worse. It can feel as if I can’t breathe and I often feel like I just have to get away. If I’m around someone really miserable or suffering, it’s like I feel actual pain and it tears up my stomach. This is a big reason being around more than one person at a time is very stressful for me. But even when this happens, I can still always tell that I am picking these feelings up from others and that they are not my own feelings.
Actually I went to a school called Loreto College and at the time my mother told me she sent me there not because it was a catholic mission but because all children underwent the narcissistic transition. She had the principal nun checking on the “procedures,” she said it was a standard that all girls had to go through the ritual. She described the catholic mission of Loreto as a farce, a front for raising narcissistic women.
I confirm that in my grade, all but me and one other girl were narcissists.
I’d be very interested if other Loreto students around the world are educated in this way. I have only met a UK Loreto teacher and she was also a narcissist.
This story might seem far-fetched but my repressed memories are returning, and I very vividly remember my mother saying she’d sent me to Loreto to become like her and that it was a condition. I decided to hang on without turning, even if it was just stubbornness, because I was my only point of reference. The others chose power as their point of reference. I watched them all go down around me over the years. I felt so lonely, I went into denial. The worst abuse was in teenage years, the girls are on the attack for identity and dreams. I was completely disassociated and haven’t been awake for all this time.
Hi Violet, what do you mean by narcissistic transition in school? Was it like supporting high class behavior in girls or something like that?