Emotional Vampires - daughters of narcissistic mothers. One time there was a particularly tragic death in her town, of a young woman. My mother went to the funeral, as she knew the woman. In itself this wasn't being an emotional vampire because in our culture you go to all sorts of funerals no matter how loose your connection, as it! She took my hand and said, ! And even her mother recognised me, and thanked me for coming. But of course I realise now that, yes, for her, it. To be that close to such a dramatic tragedy! How important it made her feel! It creeped me out further that she showed me the full- page cutting she had taken from the local newspaper, about the accident in which the young woman died, and the smaller cutting she had taken from a national newspaper. The accident was reasonably high- profile in the whole of Ireland (in a small country like Ireland lots of stuff makes the national press that wouldn't in other places), and it is my considered and absolute belief, based on her actions, that she was so, so excited and thrilled to be involved with something so dramatic and high- profile. And that, to me, is the essence of being emotional vampires - getting her teeth into this tragedy and sucking up excitement and even joy out of it, in the midst of everyone else's grief. I'm still cringing at it. Taking this young woman. She came to my hospital bed and there was this air of barely suppressed excitement about it - loving the drama. I started to cry, and she exclaimed dramatically, ! But pretty close anyway.) It reads like a bad soap opera script, doesn't it? And she said it with all the sincerity and compassion of a bad soap actor . The Normals could never imagine why . But you will understand, I am sure . I'm so sorry for her . The poor, poor family. It reminds me of this: whenever my dog used to see me put on my walking shoes and jacket, she. She knew a walk was in the offing, and she was all agog for it. But she couldn't get excited quite yet, so the whole body would shake with suppressed excitement and there. She wouldn't be visibly quivering as the dog would be. But it would be definitely there in the gleam of her eye and the slight squeak of her voice. And whereas it was of course appropriate for the dog to get excited over a walk, it. Home My Story My Borderline Personality Disorder Story. My Borderline Personality Disorder Story. Narcissistic Personality Disorder (Mayo Foundation for Medical Education and Research) Paranoia and Delusional Disorders (Mental Health America).
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