The Gamma Megathread
05-03-2018, 02:09 AM
I realised because of my narcissistic parents I'd been virtually lacking any real affection all my life. Any affection would be from other people, and that's been rare. That's often why I've been pouring my heart out to online friends- to compensate for the lack of affection I'd received throughout my life. I'm going to apologise in advance(perhaps in a "sorry-not sorry" way) for posting here so much and with so much ramble- the constant need to say what's on my mind and that my opinions matter so much and needing to get validation is actually a noticable gamma trait of mine, ironic given the thread name. Kiwis generally don't care about people either, so there's very few outlets.
The thing I learned about how to deal with my narcissist Dad. Never ever cross him. If he thinks something is your fault, regardless of how far fetched it is or whether it is or not, act as if it is. Then claim something like(paraphrased) "Yes O wise one I've done bad and I've made mistakes I'll try my best to learn next time and with your great/brilliant advice I will" in as sincere a fashion as possible(obviously you can't be fully sincere since that's just a flat out lie). Then, never ever call him out for any mistake/wrongdoing whatsoever no matter how small it is or how obvious it is that it's his fault. When I did this today from his latest meltdown/narcissistic rage I noticed him calm down from a lot of vitriol to a sense of quiet calm/satisfaction- almost as if I'm the loving and encouraging parent who gave him the validation and praise he needed. Weirdly, I didn't sense a sense of smugness from him("told you so", "so there"), even though it's not as if he's never smug, because he often is. I feel a bit "satanic" because I feel I'm lying and I'm worshipping a false god, basically. The true irony is they're Christians.
What triggered the meltdown today. Someone called the landline asking for me. I had been given a new phone with a new number recently. I mixed up my number with Dad's number- I don't call him so I didn't realise, and the two numbers were in very similar places. I was pretty sure that the number I wrote down a few days ago was mine, but that turned out to be wrong. Obviously I gave the wrong(his) number. He then interrupted me saying it was his number, but I was pretty sure about every step of the chain that I did things right so I in mild frustration insisted it was my number and said it to the lady on the phone. This led to a disgusting amount of abuse and him insinuating I was "too proud to listen" and "no one would want to hire you/be your friend if you're that way". I really don't want to overuse the word "abuse" as that's a very feminist thing to do, but I looked it up, thought it through, and think it applies here. He wasn't abusive when I was on the phone, but he was decently intense regardless. The interesting thing is one of the phrases he always uses- "I was trying to be nice/talk to you nicely but X[what you did really gets me angry(looking back, generally something which shouldn't get people angry)". He likes to say this to mum a lot.
The hilarious thing is he wasn't trying to be nice. But before realising the narcissistic brokenness of him I would think on a subconscious level there was some truth to what he said. That's the thing about narcissists- their behavior is so over the top and ridiculous you can point out the few things which are "obviously" wrong and ridiculous- but you think there has to be some middle ground where they're right and there's some nugget of truth to what they're saying. Maybe there is- but that's pretty much luck, I've come to realise.
Later on, I was asking for help wondering how I can set it so I can see my number from my phone(eventually, put my number as the name of the top contact- Ideally, I'd want to put it on my homescreen but there didn't seem to be an easy way and he didn't know either). Obviously, us being logical, he said go to "settings" which I did with the settings icon. Then, being as cruelly dismissive as he could be without being ridiculously over the top, he said "No...". So I started over, then he condescendingly asked "Now, where is it?". Because I wrote off the button I originally pressed, and was relatively sure of, I was scanning the whole screen wondering what he meant. Somehow, either I asked or he told me where it was. Then without thinking I said along the lines of "Well, I did that originally and you said it wasn't there." That triggered an avalanche of abuse about how "I needed to be humble if I'm asking for help"(but also "humble" in general) and "know how to admit when I'm wrong". Then a few minutes later he would be like "I didn't see you press that button, you pressed it too fast, the screen is too small(his eyesight is failing), it's a completely understandable mistake, and I need to "learn" to be patient when others make mistakes". The hilarious amount of projection and hypocrisy is off the charts. The funny thing is "hypocrite" is one of his favorite insults/slurs. It only stopped when I calmly explained that I was wrong but also explained my thought process. I tried to come up with a credible explanation for it being my fault, but obviously since it wasn't I had to strain pretty hard. Then I said obviously I couldn't read social cues(bullshit). He eventually calmed down and eventually smiled in a similar way to a child who got given the affection he needed when I validated him enough. I messed up a bit by trying to get him to be empathetic "I made a social mistake, so I request you be patient as well"(in the same vein how he with vitriol insisted I be patient with his technical mistake). Obviously narcissists can't care about others, so that was a mistake.
Mum's really technologically illiterate, so the above exchange would happen with her repeatedly. Often it would be her fault and she wouldn't know. So Dad would repeatedly insist that she be "humble enough to learn". I think she, to protect her self-esteem and sense of self-worth, never would admit fault. Which is the exact wrong thing to do of course. In fact, logically a lot of the time it was her fault, which made it hard for me to see the abuse as it is. One of Dad's favorite phrases was "the monkey did it"- the implication being, not-him people would always try to deflect blame when it's obvious it's their fault and use that as an excuse.
Knowing he's narcissist also makes a lot of things make a lot of sense. One of his favorite stories to tell, almost like a routine, is how at work when people come to him, they always have to "show they're willing to learn" and "not be too arrogant/proud/know-it-all/smart-aleck". And if someone is too up themselves, then he'd not help them because they're not willing to receive help. Generally I've always taken it at face value despite being tired of the repetition(he'd always say the same things over and over)- but now my eyes opened- it's highly likely he's super-dysfunctional and the "arrogant" people are just saying it as it is and the "humble" people are those who are, basically, sucking his dick. He's a lot more functional in public, so I don't actually know how much of an ego he has, but I'd imagine that the story didn't go exactly the way he said, and people were scared to "cross" him or he'd be petty and snub them. EDIT: Sidenote: This now makes it abundantly clear why he likes NZ so much- Kiwis are so non-confrontational it's not funny. Think Germans are cucks? At least they are direct and say what they think, political correctness aside- Kiwis will never say what they think ever. Which is why Dad likes it here- they will never call him out for being dysfunctional. And why I don't like it here- I can never have true meaningful interactions with people if they never truly have the balls to say what they think. They never will cross a narcissist.
The other thing, is often when I'm on the computer I would laugh. Sometimes I'd have moments of pure joy. Maybe about 20% of the time I'd be trolling others or laughing at others(directly), but the rest a lot of the time things are just so joyful or funny to me at the time that I can't help it. Then he would ask/state/imply "you're not making fun of other people are you?" in a condescending, mild disapproving tone(it's mild because the vibe is that he doesn't care one way or another if I did or didn't- but would prefer I didn't). Then I'd be like "no..."(most of the time, that was true- I think sometimes I would admit I was if I was, then he'd tease me about being naughty). I believe the first couple times that happened, I would say "what are you talking about?" and he wouldn't really elaborate(or would explain "you're laughing so much you must be teasing someone"). But I would always wonder what the hell he was on about. I'd imagined it was his way of banter, unfunny repetitive banter but banter nonetheless. Or that I seemed particularly mischievous. Now it makes perfect sense- he would only feel the sense of pure joy I feel when others are suffering- so he assumed I was causing others to suffer. Or that people had laughed, at times at him maybe, and he would feel the massive pain/rejection in his amygdala that others were laughing at him.
The thing I've come to realise is as Rigsby said, they can't love me, not in the way normal people do, or the way I really need. That's sad, but I think it has to be true. I've imagined that for a while but I'd imagined it was me being "ungrateful" or autistic.
And subconsciously, them being narcissist means they want me to suffer. As far as I know they consciously care about and want the best for me, or at least to a certain extent that it provides them with good-feels and the impression to others they're doing good as parents- but deep down, the disgusting, sickening narcissistic nature wants me to suffer.
I've gotten stronger after coming to these realisations- when either of them goes on these rants(Mum has actually gotten a lot better in the past few years, but she was horrible when I was growing up also), that they're actively trying to make me suffer. The ironic thing is they would always claim the best for me and they never want me to suffer- when their actions state otherwise. In response to their abuse I'd always either denied my fault and said so, which triggered more abuse- or conditioned myself deep down to believe I was at fault, useless and worthless, subconsciously. But now I'll do the "two-faced" thing- admit fault/worthlessness to their face(to get them to back down), but deep down write them off. I feel like I'm losing a bit of my soul doing that, but instead of feeling weak and emotional I feel strong and stoic.
I think I've got a lot of deprogramming to do. I'd been depressed for many many years(6-7 years ago maybe?), and I really only "got over it" maybe 1-2 years ago, with a mix of CBT, lightbox, magnesium among other things. But I'd still been weak and "low energy" and tired to some extent, but not super-depressed level. This is part of the reason for the feelings of worthlessness- because I was too tired to do anything. In fact I don't think I remembered not being tired- except sometimes when I was doing something really fun and my parents weren't around and I was with other people, often they cared about me. But I hadn't managed to connect the dots(I would imagine my energy level swings were somewhat random). Now I know- and every time I write off their attempts at putting me down, I feel stronger and a greater sense of self-esteem. With CBT and some daygame before, I'd learned not to attach my ego/self-esteem to my accomplishments- but the fact that I can write off their constant abuse really made me feel "human" and "alive" in a way I didn't before. I think I will still have mood swings- but it seems I'm much better than I'd ever been in my life, other than when I was about 7 or so when the abuse hadn't fully set in yet.
I know you're all a bunch of strangers on the internet and have no real reason to care about me- writing that made me tear up a little- but coming to that realisation about my parents, I feel more alone than I'd almost ever felt. This time, I feel stronger though- I've never felt psychologically alone yet strong before. On some level I feel I need support for what I'm going through right now- which is why I've said what I've said above to some degree to my friends(though a really short summary, more if they care more- but I can't really expect them to care too much, or even worth burdening them if they do care). I don't want to burden people though. One thing I've read on RVF and other redpill/self-improvement sites is realistically it's dumb or foolish to help other people with issues- as it's usually a waste of time, they won't change, and they will drag you down with them. In the past I've often tried to rope people to help me with my suffering even though I didn't fully know what my issues were, I had a rough idea, but nothing like now- and realised how selfish I was with that in large part because I wouldn't change. I need support- but realise everyone's on their own journey and ultimately if I stick through it and work on my issues I'd be able to push through on my own.
EDIT: Ultimately I won't begrudge them or hate them or anything because it seems it's their nature and they can't help it- but I've always thought I didn't love them, and maybe it was because I'm ungrateful. Now I realise, it was because they were incapable of loving me. Long term plan is to have a clean break- but not hold it against them. It's so tempting as me to hold a grudge against them- or if you're my sisters, love them and connect with them regardless. But I don't think I will do either.