I've written a few posts about my narc mother, I'd only realized how abusive she could be in the last year when I started speaking out about my molestation and she was completely unsupportive, and more recently when she kicked up a huge fuss about a dress I'd made to wear to my brother's wedding and I chose not to wear it so as not to rock the boat. Now I'm getting a trickle-down effect as I realize how this has impacted not just on my relationship with her, but with other members of my family.
During the wedding dinner, I took out the meds for my fibromyalgia to take with my food, and my aunt asked if they were 'to keep me calm.' Apparently none of my relatives outside of my immediate family are aware I have a physical disability and had been told I had mental problems. This includes my older brother, who has no idea I sometimes need to walk with a cane but told me once he wouldn't want me near his children. I've been a nanny for 12 years. I was also the only sibling of the bride and groom who wasn't seated at the head table.
Little things keep coming back to me. She threatened to punch me in the face when I was ten for not wearing my braces, she stripped my room of all toys and books when it was messy, when I developed early she put me in a hand-me-down bra three sizes too small and once when I was seriously ill (fever and muscle cramps) she demanded I get out of bed to wash dishes while she went out with everyone else to a bonfire.
My self-esteem was in pieces during my teenage and young adult years, partially because of the fibromyalgia. She belittled my hobbies, the way I dress and the way I look and when I sought out counselling, she brought me to a therapist who was just as damaging and who she herself didn't like (didn't find that out for a long time). She encouraged me, nearly browbeat me, into staying in relationships I was unhappy with and when I was finally in a good healthy place to take control of my life, she tried to convince me to go off-meds because of some side-affects she dredged up online. I had to get a pharmacist friend to debunk that for her to back off. When I was having trouble with an employer after 8 years of being a nanny and a handful of glowing references and happy families, she suggested I was no good with children and that Christmas, gave me a beginners guide to childcare. It would be funny if it wasn't so spiteful.
And now, as I'm trying to go LC, she's poisoning my relationships with the rest of my family. I'm in a bad place right now, a good friend of mine who was something like a surrogate mother to me has just died and since the wedding I've discovered that most of my family think I have mental problems because that's the word she spread around. She has far more contact with the family than I do and I have a lifetimes' worth of awkward family events to attend knowing everyone there thinks I'm crazy.
I hate this, I'm a good person, an excellent employee and a beloved friend and all that goes out the window when I'm around my family.