following on from the thread about "but she's your mum" made me want to delurk.
I am nc with my parents. I've been on and off nc with them for years but having been reading these threads I now know I grew up with an narc and an enabler.
I'll try to be concise. but is v difficult
adopted very dubious private adoption no records I've looked my "D"F is/was a social worker and child psychologist who liked to try out his theories on me. I now probably should have counselling but he put me off.
my "D"M pretends to be a nurse - really she has no formal qualifications but somehow has been managing private nursing homes and giving out drugs for years. I used to do the drug rounds as a teenager when I worked for her!!
but even though I still wanted their love respect acceptance I spent most of my childhood bring told I could be sent back. so have a deep fear of rejection.
in my teenage years I told my "D"M that from 6-9 i was forced to do stuff with one of my f staff. they told me I'd ruin my dad and I couldn't do anything. then they laughed told my doctor I had mental health problems. now with the internet I now know he was done for child abuse and was sent to prison. he also has in the past employed known abusers. but hay its all in my head.
sorry I'm rambling
I spent my time post uni abroad for 6 years literally from one job to the next not going back to UK.
then I met my DH ( long happy separate story) and I told my DPs we got married then broke contact again after id told my DH about everything and my mum tried to grope him several times then after our Dd1 was born I contacted my DF. then sporadic contact for about 3 years. though they did vanish after Dd2 was born 1st saw her at 3 months. then contact every few months.
then nearly 3 years ago I was diagnosed with stage 3 BC. survived just we asked for help to look after DDs for my chemo and got no help. I was told I was attention seeking so mastectomy chemo and radiation was not needed?!
they still send cards to my DDs which we bin. they complain to other family members how horrible I am my fathers family in Australia I am fb friends/chat with.
sorry long rant but I guess part of me is still a little girl who still wants their validation.
I hit stage