I have been reading some of the posts on here and thought I would make my own because I'm struggling a bit at the moment processing what happened to me and how I can move forward. I feel really strongly that I don't deserve to be happy and I find it hard to deal with good things happening to me. I keep waiting for everything to go wrong and I constantly second-guess myself. Don't feel you need to read this, I think it will just help me to write it down.
I am the eldest of five children. My dad is a classic narcissist and I am not sure whether my mum is an enabler or whether she also has narc tendencies. Both my parents had strong beliefs that they were superior/more enlightened than other people. We didn't socialise with other children until we went to school and my parents almost delighted in making us seem 'different' to others, with the inevitable consequence of being bullied. I have always felt that they had zero interest in what our personalities were and who we were as people - we were more for show and to show off their 'enlightened' parenting, which included having birthday gifts taken away from us in front of friends if they were not deemed appropriate. I remember being picked up by my dad from a school disco aged 12 with a friend and he insisted (for no objective reason) that we had to leave the disco 15 minutes before it finished, just so that it caused awkwardness.
I have no recollection of ever having fun with my parents as a child. We weren't allowed to call them mum and dad, we had to use their first names. Everything was deadly serious. My dad would make what, looking back, were actually quite cruel jokes about me being bad at musical instruments and sports. He told me that I was intellectually superior to others, yet simultaneously told me I was stupid when I wanted to study a different subject to what he wanted to at university. I over-achieved academically and he likes boasting now about his clever daughter (and how it was down to him). There are many many more examples like this. He was physically abusive to my mum when they got divorced, including in front of his children.
My mum was different. No overt narcissism but incredibly passive aggressive. I would live in fear of annoying her (still do). I remember her throwing food and other things away as punishment if we misbehaved. She told me recently that she was proud of never having played with any of us as children. She has a cold way of suddenly ending relationships by just freezing the other person out. She never stood up to my dad, even though she didn't display the grandiosity he did. Again, no real interest in who we were as people/personalities. She is very stubborn and I know it is absolutely futile to change her mind. She sometimes puts pressure on me to open up and tells me that I am abnormally secretive when I won't. I wouldn't talk to her about any personal stuff and I never have done. She has met very few of my friends but says that is due to me being weird. She will openly discuss my 'flaws' with her own friends.
The most disturbing thing is that when my parents divorced (when I was around 12), my mum decided to move to the UK (I was born and spent my childhood in a different European country) and she said she was only taking my youngest three siblings and leaving me and my sister with my dad. The thought of that was so scary that we eventually asked her if we could come with her and she agreed. But when I asked her about this, decades later, she denies it happened. She said the plan was always that all the children would come with her and that I must have misremembered. I felt like I was going mad - I know it happened and my sister knows it happened but she straight up denies it.
I think this has come to a head again now because after years of depression and latching onto men who treated me like crap or were indifferent, I have found someone nice and he seems to like me too. The problem is that I am having all these strong emotions because there is a voice inside me saying that I don't deserve to be happy, that he will eventually find out what a loser I am and lose interest. I have tried making lists about things that I like about myself but I still get intrusive thoughts.
I don't know what I want really but it does feel a bit better putting it down on the page. Strength to all you other lovely people on here. xxx