Sunday, 24 April 2016

The Person vs. The Persona

Recently, David Bowie's widow, the exquisite Iman Abdulmajid, described succinctly why their 24-year marriage had been so harmonious: "We both understand the difference between the person and the persona".

This distinction is important. All of us - even those of us who are not a global icon or a supremely famous, talented and successful superstar  - have a 'persona' (our 'public face', literally 'mask' in Latin), which is an integral, essential but SEPARATE aspect of our 'person' (the individual  we really are, what defines us when our guard is down, i.e. our true identity and personality). 

The persona is a shapeshifter and can be deceitful, misleading, vain, outrageous, disingenuous, shrewd and superficial, while the person remains (or should remain) constant: our true self. That true self is in all likelihood quite drab and boring, that is to say quintessentially human, and certainly at least a little insecure, needy and flawed, but nevertheless we need to stay loyal to our true self, even when we are putting on a show of being 'someone else'. The person we pretend to be when we go for a job interview, for example, is quite distinct from the person we pretend to be when we go out for drinks with our colleagues or other acquaintances. And both those 'personas', which tend to comprise a tweaked suggestion of our real selves, are nevertheless quite different from the person we are at home, in front of our close friends, partners, parents, children and other family members.



The narcissist has a persona (usually numerous personas) at the expense of the person. In other words, the narcissist is ONLY the mask/s, and literally nothing else. It's tempting for me to say that the wicked bitch I saw at home was who my mother really is - volatile, vindictive and violent - but I don't think that at all. The real, authentic person she once was, whoever and whatever that is, didn't disappear overnight. In fact I believe she's still in there, somewhere. But the fake, contrived persona that my mother is so desperate to uphold has, in effect, usurped the real person. As a consolation to myself, I tell myself that the person my mother really is, buried underneath all that bluster and pretence, is the kind, loving, attentive, compassionate, tender, affectionate and generous mum I needed and deserved. But I don't really believe that, either.

Personas are bullshit. We all have them, and we all need them, but we must recognise them as bullshit, and extricate ourselves as much as possible from the constrictive shackles of 'image management' and of caring too much about what other people think of us. Sadly for narcissists, personas are all they have. Where there should be a pulsing heart and a vibrant character and a real, naked soul, there is a void. Nobody's home. And nobody's ever coming home. 



Saturday, 23 April 2016

The narcissist: an emotionless facsimile

"A narcissist is not a fully functioning human being - they are only an emotionless facsimile."

I've already written a post about NPD and its relation with the nature of evil, and another post examining the question of whether it's rooted in (or inevitably leads to) mental illness, or insanity.




There are two options, the way I see it:


(1) My mother's memories and perceptions are so warped, so detached from (and at odds with) reality, and her delusions are so deeply entrenched that she really, genuinely DOES believe that she never abused any of her daughters at all. In fact, in her mind, her daughters are the ones at fault, and SHE is the victim, the poor suffering devoted mother who 'only did her best' and has been cursed not only with three awful ex-husbands but with three difficult, dishonest, disappointing, unreasonable, mentally unstable daughters, one of whom is dead, one of whom is estranged and one of whom has as little to do with her as possible. This tactic would, to say the least, obviously involve a considerable amount of 'selective amnesia' on my mother's part, because I have MANY crystal-clear and unbearably painful memories of both my younger sister and myself being beaten, belittled, humiliated, screamed at, manipulated, neglected, disrespected and ignored by her. Denying or downplaying these incidences - hundreds of them, not just the odd abusive incident every now and then - does not miraculously make them 'untrue'. But I can understand why she would want to deny them - why she would NEED to deny them. This option means my mother is MENTALLY ILL, possibly INSANE. 

(2) My mother knows that I'm telling the absolute truth when I have confronted her about how she deviously abused me (and my sisters, and my dad, albeit different methods used for all four of us). She knows that every accusation I have levelled against her is irrefutably true - she knows she has been a terrible, abusive, negligent and cruel mother, that she has always deliberately and insidiously exploited her own daughters' weaknesses and prioritised herself above us, and never once so much as acknowledged the relentless awfulness of her behaviour, much less made any sort of heartfelt apology. She knows the full extent of her cruelties and her many shortcomings and toxic exploits, and she knows how terribly these have damaged us, her daughters, the very people she is supposed to love and protect above all others. She KNOWS ALL OF THIS, and that her abhorrent manipulations have compelled me to deny the truth while promoting her precious lies and delusions (to the detriment of my own mental health). And finally, she knows that now, at almost 40 years old, when I have finally found the strength to talk frankly and candidly about the past and the many ways in which she has been DIRECTLY and EXCLUSIVELY to blame for the countless abuses inflicted on me and my sisters, she CHOOSES to pretend to 'not be that person'. She chooses instead to deny it all, and to project it all back onto me, blaming ME for EVERYTHING just because I'm the only one with the balls to stand up to her at long fucking last. This option means my mother is EVIL. 

So, which is it? Is my mother mentally ill, or is she evil? A combination of both? I know there's nothing wrong with her memory (she's demented, not senile), but there's undoubtedly something profoundly wrong with her brain. As I will examine in other posts, there are many different 'types' of narcissism, and sub-types of maternal narcissism specifically. Regardless of whether she is insane, evil or both, my mother is, indisputably, a VICTIMISED NARCISSIST (see my blog post The abuser plays the victim):

Overlooking the typo, I could have written this word for word about my own mother

What about me, then? Am I mentally ill or evil? Well, let's think about that. Although not as sharp as it once was (back in my youth...), there's definitely nothing wrong with my memory, apart from the fact that chronic childhood trauma has perhaps necessitated the repression of my worst experiences, as a defence mechanism. I have no desire to dredge those up, but be assured: if I did, they would incriminate my mother to a horrifying extent. I'm emotionally damaged, and have mild anxiety and various other minor and surmountable psychological issues, but I'm not mentally ill. 





So am I evil? Or how about just a little bit mean? Am I being cruel to the woman who gave me life? Surely, at the very least, I'm being disrespectful? Or stretching the truth? Well now, let's have a good hard think about that, too. How do you deal with someone who systematically and remorselessly trivialises your emotions, preys on your vulnerabilities, chips away at your sanity and manipulates the outside world to make you feel that YOU are the 'bad' one, and to make everyone else believe that you're the bad one? How do you deal with someone like that? Well, you probably cut them out of your life, as quickly and completely as possible, don't you? But what if you live with that person, what if you have NO CHOICE but to live with that person, to grow up under their direct influence, what if your very existence relies on being LOVED and cared for by that person, what if that person gave birth to you and so EVERYONE automatically assumes they have your best interests at heart? 


What then?

I'll tell you what: it's the worst kind of daily mental torture for a child; a slow drip-feed of emotional abuse, confusing mixed messages, invalidation and mind-fucking hell from every direction - not just from the narcissistic mother herself but from every oblivious, willfully ignorant or complicit family member or friend or acquaintance who toes the line, repeats the lie: "your mother loves you and your happiness is important to her" and even "she is a good mother and you are lucky to have her". Even when the victim FINALLY finds the courage 
to be open and honest about the abuse they suffered (and believe me, it takes more courage than any abuse apologist could possibly find within themselves), these people still repeat that same old bullshit, refusing to accept they've been duped by a monster. She loves you. She wants you to be happy. She did her best. Try to understand what she's been through, all that she's sacrificed for you. Be a good daughter to her, she deserves your love and loyalty. Don't bear a grudge, anger is such a wasteful emotion.

So I'll end this with one final message to my mother's enablers and flying monkeys; all the people who have always unquestioningly believed her heinous, poisonous claims of victimhood and who presume her unimpeachable innocence of all wrongdoing, even after I have bared my heart and soul with desperate and beseeching honesty. If you can stand, without shame or hesitation, in support of a narcissistic abuser by telling their victim that THEY are wrong, that they are cruel for even daring to bring up the past, that they must forgive and forget, that they must make allowances, then YOU are part of the problem and will NEVER be part of the solution. And, quite frankly, you can all go fuck yourselves.






Resources:

https://afternarcissisticabuse.wordpress.com/2016/04/22/a-narcissist-is-not-a-fully-functioning-human-being-they-are-only-an-emotionless-facsimile/

Discipline? Abuse? Where do we draw the line?

Today I read a thought-provoking article called The Viral Popularity of Child Abuse, which looked at the various dysfunctional and dastardly (if increasingly inventive) methods of 'discipline' employed by parents these days, many of which are vaunted on social media as admirable examples of 'progressive parenting'. In every case, 'discipline' is merely the execution of good old-fashioned punishment. The article led to the grim but irrefutable conclusion that: "The world will continue to be a broken place if we continue to break our kids."

I disagree, however, about authoritarianism being at an all-time high - what's happened is that boundaries have become increasingly blurred, and people generally have become desensitised, detached, conceited and cripplingly insecure. (These things are interestingly the basis for NPD, which might go some way to explaining why NPD now seems to be almost an epidemic in modern society.)

So many people, even including those who are not narcissists, are preoccupied with how other people see them, constantly seeking approval and validation from both friends and total strangers when their priority should be raising happy, healthy, confident kids on their own terms. (This in turn can only realistically be achieved if the parent is reasonably happy, healthy and confident.) Parenthood is hard, it's really, really fucking hard, and women in particular turn against each other as mothers rather than raising their children together as a cooperative community (remember the phrase, "it takes a village to raise a child"?), and supporting each other with honesty and compassion and reciprocal respect. 


It's become a point of rivalry; of conflict, tension and snide, arbitrary one-upmanships which boil down to a fearsome, confusing, goalpost-shifting, back-stabbing, shit-eating and entirely pointless 'competition'. And it's ALWAYS the children who suffer, because they are only ever allowed to be defined in terms of how their behaviour (including their mistakes, misfortunes and achievements) reflect on their parent.

My mother's concept of discipline was somewhat skewed, in fact to use the technical term it was fucked, and her punishments were as disproportionate as they were random. I certainly suffered for it. All her daughters suffered immeasurably from her conspicuous lack of even the most rudimentary mothering ability. Her very presence made me feel uncomfortable at best, terrified at worst. 




But discipline is so important, and getting it right is one of the biggest challenges of parenthood. One accepted definition of discipline is: control that is gained by requiring that rules or orders be obeyed and punishing bad behavior. 

And there's that dirty word 'control' again. Nobody wants a child who is 'out of control', but equally, do we really want 'controlled' children? What kind of parent wants a child who lives in fear of them? Answer: the kind of parent who doesn't differentiate between fear and respect.

Rewarding good behaviour (positive reinforcement) is at least as important as punishing bad behaviour, and consistency is key. A major function of discipline is teaching children to take responsibility for their behaviour, and to observe acceptable and appropriate boundaries. Parents who see discipline as a way of wielding power over their children and instilling fear in them will not succeed in creating well-adjusted citizens. According to Glynis Sherwood, "Families that are shame or fear based are not healthy.  Often in these families you will find evidence of abuse, neglect, addiction, betrayal, mental illness and insecurity." (I will refer to this excellent article again in a later post, as it is primarily focused on the narcissistic parent's poisonous tactic of "scapegoating those who want to understand and change negative dynamics" within a toxic family, and as a family scapegoat myself, her words resonate strongly with me.)  

In terms of discipline, as long as a parent maintains the consistent tacit message that they LOVE their child unconditionally, nobody should interfere with how they choose to discipline their child. Every family should be based on a foundation of unconditional love. Unconditional love means NEVER humiliating/shaming, hitting (to intentionally hurt), insulting or demeaning your child, so if a parent does any of those things and calls it discipline, they are indeed 'broken' and need fixing themselves.

Side note: I know plenty of good parents who smack their children and there IS a difference between a single, brief smack to the bottom or leg (as a last resort), and actual physical abuse of a child. My dad smacked me once or twice and it sorted my behaviour out immediately, because he was not a violent man and I knew the smack was not intended to hurt or humiliate me but as a way of signalling: that's quite enough of your shittiness, young lady. My mother actually beat me up; smacks, slaps and even occasional punchesoften hard enough to cause bruises, and I never even knew what I'd done to deserve it. (Of course, no child EVER 'deserves' it.) But as this 'Revolutionary Parent' article touches on, as appalling and unforgivable as it is, physical abuse can be the least damaging form of child abuse, even though the effects of it tend to be the most outwardly obvious. Bruises at least fade in time.


References: