You know, I cope okay most of the time but some days it's really really hard.
When I was a kid, of course, I had no idea there was anything wrong with my mum. Looking back, she was showing all sorts of signs even then, but I never started to suffer the effects until I was about 10.
As an example, we moved 300 miles from our home town so my mum could persue a relationship. I was 9 at the time and I was asked my opinion and said that, yes, I'd like to go and live there (mainly because it was a move to the seaside). We only stayed for a year (her relationship broke up) but I was actually very unhappy there and was bullied at school. I used to come home and feign illness and all sorts.
When I finally plucked up courage to tell my mum what was happening, she simply replied "Well, you wanted to move down here as much as I did" and walked away.
I learned that the only way I'd get symapthy was to feign earache. She always suffered with her ears as a child so she would give me sympathy if I said my ears were hurting (or rather, she would let me stay off school and seem concerned).
Today I was feeding my baby her lunch and they were playing "Imagine" by John Lennon on Radio 2 and I just started crying. The song reminds me of the early 1980's, which was just before we moved away and at the end of the period I'd call my "childhood". It reminds me of the last time I felt happy and loved, before I realised that I really wasn't.
You cope most of the time but you can't expect to cope always and the other thing is this: Nobody will truly understad what it's been like for you unless they have also had the same experience. Thank god we have the internet because without finding out about NPD (through the links on MN) I'd still be totally in the dark.