I want to make a difference, you guys.
I need to make a difference.
It doesn’t have to be a big difference. I mean, I’m not talking martyrdom or even being newsworthy. It can be a small difference. I am okay with contributing a single snowflake to a blizzard.
I have never felt good about my physical self. I am better now than when I was a kid, so there’s that. I’ll take it and be grateful.
Anyway, my relationship with my dad had been bad for years, but by the 8th grade, it began hitting it’s toxic stride. He was cruel in many ways. One of them was to belittle the way I looked. He didn’t like the way I looked.
This post isn’t about parental narcissism, however, I do have to briefly reference parental narcissism.
A person with narcissistic personality disorder can never be wrong. They know everything there is to know about everything.
Being raised by a narcissist is the opposite of a walk in the park or a piece of cake or whatever other phrases we use to describe “easy”. The fallout ranges from devastating to annoying to weird.