Both Dr O and Dr E (the good doctors) repeatedly like to ask me about my childhood. I do not like to talk about it. I tell them that I do not like to and the reason for that is that I do not remember much about it and therefore I feel uncomfortable talking about something which I do not feel in control of. Everyone is like that though aren’t they? If you are making a presentation but you only have half the material, you feel uncomfortable don’t you? I you are asked a question by somebody but you do not have all the information to hand, you feel uneasy. I explained that was my response and that it was an entirely understandable one. I’m not telling them the real reason behind my recalcitrance. Not a chance.

Unfortunately, Dr O then gets the bit between her teeth in one of our sessions and decides she would like to talk to me about family.

“Who has pinched your bagel this week then? Your brother or your sister?” I shot back seeking to deflect her. She ignored my remark and pressed on.

“Is there anybody in your immediate family you would like to discuss with me?” she asked.



Where do I start ? Why would I want to talk about people I rarely bother with (save my brother)? Why is it that these people assume that I have some overriding desire to discuss a group of people who I am related to but have nothing in common with? What is the obsession?

I remained silent.

“Okay, how about I choose a family member and you tell me three things that you like about them and three things that you do not like about them. Just as something to start our conversation?” she suggested.

I remained silent.

“How about your mother?” she asked and looked at me expectantly.

I got up and left the room. I’m not playing that game with Dr O. No way.

4 thoughts on “MatriNarc

  1. Veronique Jones says:

    HG why won’t you talk about her? Are you still controlled by her or are you still seeing the good doctors for healing ?
    It would do you a lot of good to explore your true feelings for her

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I see no need to waste time talking about her with the Good Doctors for a number of reasons.

      1. Veronique Jones says:

        I am sorry you feel that way what she did to you was so wrong HG with taking away the caliber of narcissist she would have had the biggest influence on your narcissism
        We are programmed to love our mothers and the world finds it hard to accept that mothers can and do abuse their children I know only to well what that is like to deal with When they pass themselves off as loving caring people and you just this Brat that doesn’t do as they want and how patient they are when really all along they’re abusing you , You are not alone in this area there are many people who have been victims of narcissistic mother
        In my opinion it is the worst kind of abuse you can sustain And then forcing you into therapy because of what she has done to you is another slap in the face I hope you continue the therapy for yourself but you need to deal with her even if it’s just Emotionally processing what she has done to you good luck with everything

  2. kel says:

    In the past nine months 3 of our family pets have died. My elderly narcissist mother who has dementia and nothing to keep her busy, no one around most of the day, was home alone with them. Sure the cat and two chihauhua’s were all older, but she tortured the sweet dog who just passed away this week. I couldn’t find a way to rescue her from my mother. She didn’t deserve to die slowly and painfully on my mother’s lap like she did. I heard my mother squeezed her too hard while watching something on TV and I don’t doubt she damaged something inside the tiny dog. Jazzy scratched mom once, a deep reportedly 8” long scratch on her arm, no doubt in self defense as it’s entirely outside of her nature. I live in another state, had I been there through all this, I would’ve given my mother plenty of negative fuel. Only once in my life did I almost take her on physically, which isn’t my nature, and almost get into a fist fight with her before stopping myself. It made a smile break out on her face and a lecherous chuckle. There’s one more cat left at the house. I’m sending mom a senior dementia animated pet in hopes it will redirect her crazy mind. There was a time, even last year, that I couldn’t bare the thought of losing her, and then I found out about narcissism. I’m done with her, I hate her, I wish she would go soon and stop torturing everyone.

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