By Joyce Alexander RNP (Retired)
We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. For what then matters is to bear witness to the uniquely human potential at its best, which is to transform a personal tragedy into a triumph, to turn one’s predicament into a human achievement. When we are no longer able to change a situation just think of an incurable disease such as inoperable cancer we are challenged to change ourselves.
Dr. Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning
I spent so much of my life trying to change others that it almost became a way of life for me. I was never very successful at changing others, but I never gave up trying. I have tenacity in great abundance and have succeeded in many endeavors, so I just knew if I kept on trying harder, trying different techniques, loved more, was more selfless and caring, that I could change the way others treated me. I could make them see just how much I loved them and was willing to sacrifice myself for them and they would treat me better because of that.
What I have come to understand, though, as I have started to heal from the wounds I allowed to be inflicted on me by those personality-disordered people in my life—people I loved very much, people I would have died for—is that the only person I can change is myself.
I had left my home, because my physical safety was no longer secure there, and was living in a recreational vehicle parked on some land by a lake that was owned by a friend. I felt very alone, lonely, wounded and destitute of all that mattered to me. During that time I had plenty of time for reflection, and it was also during that time that I found Lovefraud. I sat at my computer reading and weeping for 16 or more hours a day, and realized I was not alone in my pain, not alone in my woundedness, and that I wasn’t the only one in the world who was a smart, successful person who had come upon a situation I could not fix.
Man’s Search for Meaning
By chance I found Dr. Frankl’s book, Man’s Search for Meaning, which he had written after his years in a Nazi concentration camp, during which time he lost everything and everyone in this world which had meaning to him, except his very life. The book was not only about the horrors that he experienced and saw, but about his and other’s emotional responses to this horror. He realized that there was nothing he could do about his situation, but find meaning in the most awful of events. He saw that some people in the camps just gave up and sat down and died, and that others became cruel and bitter, and still others found meaning and altruism in helping their fellow prisoners.
Compared to what Dr. Frankl had lost, I had actually lost very little, as I had enough to eat, no one was beating me, etc., and I began to feel guilty for being in so much pain, but then I read his explanation of how pain “works” in us. He explained that pain acts like a “gas.” If you put a small bit of a gas into an empty container, the gas expands to fill the container completely, or if you put in a large amount of gas into a small container it compresses and still fills the container completely. So my pain was just as “total” as his was, it filled me entirely. I had no reason to feel guilty for being in such emotional pain. Like Dr. Frankl, though, I had no way to change the people who were hurting me. I had no control over what they did. No matter how nice Dr. Frankl would have been to his captors, they would still not have loved him or been compassionate to him or caring.
Out of my control
I realized that the situation with others is, and always has been, out of my control. My ideas that if I just treated others well, did loving things to and for them, that they would love me back were totally false. Not only did I not have the power to control others’ behavior or thinking, my own idea that I could do so was keeping me from taking care of myself.
Fortunately, unlike Dr. Frankl, I had the option of getting away from those who would have harmed me. I could run away. It was only when my very life was threatened that I finally did run away, literally in the middle of the night. Sometimes it takes a hard “wake up call” to get us to see that we cannot change others, that we do not have the power to make someone love us, no matter how well we treat them, or what we give them, or what we do for them.
As a mother, I thought that if I were good to my children, and taught them “right from wrong,” that they would respect me and adhere to these principles of doing good. In effect, they would develop a “moral compass” and have empathy and compassion. The truth is, though, that everyone has a choice about how they think, what they feel and what they choose to do. Other than brute force, none of us can “control” another person’s behavior, and no one can control another’s thinking except by “trauma bonding” or “brainwashing.” So instead of controlling, I ended up being controlled, being manipulated, and used by the people I loved.
Starting to heal
About the time I read Dr. Frankl’s book, and started reading Lovefraud, I also started to heal. I started to realize that as painful as it was to realize that those I loved, truly loved, and wanted to love me, did not love me, which was proven by the way they treated me. I started to redefine even the word “love” as an action verb, not a noun. I started to see that I could not control anyone else’s thinking or behavior, but that I deserved to be treated as well as I treated others.
Knowledge truly is power! Knowing that we cannot change them, accepting that we cannot change them, and then changing our responses to their behavior is our salvation. Starting with “No Contact,” which gets us out of their emotional influence long enough that we can start to think rationally and logically rather than emotionally, we begin to heal. We start to change our own thinking and our own behaviors. We learn to set boundaries for what we will tolerate and allow, not only with the psychopaths and how they treat us, but for how we treat ourselves. We realize that we deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. We deserve to have compassion for ourselves, rather than waste it on those who will not change. We can’t change the world, we can’t change others, but we can and must change ourselves.
Stargazer
We have a rule at dinner – no phones. Period. No house phones, no cell phones, nothing. If it rings, ignore it. Same with the doorbell.
So I invited my friend and neighbor over to dinner with her two daughters. Her phone rang while 9 of us were seated at the table. It was an elegant table – cloth napkins, candles, china. She proceeded to answer her phone, and sat there yacking on her phone, so loudly that nobody else could talk. We all sat there eating in silence listening to her. Rude and completely oblivious.
No more invitations.
Superkid,
You know I am becoming less and less tolerant of bad/rude behavior, especially if it takes place in MY home. I think the proper response might have been to tap her on the shoulder and say “Would you mind stepping outside to continue your conversation so the rest of us can carry on with dinner and conversation?”
I think part of the reason people behave like your dinner guest did is that 1) they are unaware of JUST HOW RUDE they are and 2) other people don’t make them aware of HOW RUDE they are.
I don’t always “think fast enough” to react to this kind of behavior, but sometimes I do, and do react.
Once I had some people over to visit that I didn’t know really well and my friend and his drama-queen wife were invited and she started some of her drama queen dramatics complaining loudly in the “girl group” about her husband and I just said “Queenie, let’s talk about something else that is more pleasant and of general interest rather than what a jerk face your husband is” She actually said “BUT I NEED TO VENT!” (in front of all these people who didn’t even know her or her husband) and I said, “Well, I NEED for you to pick a PLEASANT subject and it is MY house,” and so she shut up (she was miffed but she did shut up)
Another time I had a woman who lit into her 50 year old son about the marijuana he had smoked when he was 15, like he was still 15 and she was raking him over the coals….I LIT INTO HER and said that was enough! STOP! She was FURIOUS because she had been on a ROLL. I will say for her son he did not argue back with her, but just sat there and WITHERED under her attack.
I wish I was quicker on the uptake in situations like that, but SOME TIMES I am and sometimes I miss it and don’t handle the situation the way in hind sight I wish I had. It is hard to be prepared in advance with some of these situations because you can’t imagine someone being that THICK or RUDE! LOL
I was also raised that a “guest” could NEVER be “scolded” in any way shape or form no matter what they did. I realize now that is NOT one of the TEN COMMANDMENTS written in stone and brought down off the mountain by Moses—LOL I am also realizing that this is MY house and being MY house I MAKE THE RULES about how people behave when they are in MY house.
I try of course to be polite to my guests and to make them feel welcome, but that doesn’t mean that I am their servant, or that they are at liberty to abuse my good nature or hospitality or abuse the other people who are also my guests or others who live in my home, and that includes my pets. I have a duty to PROTECT myself and others from a guest who would be RUDE and disrespectful to others in my home.
Superkid,
Glad to know there are people out there like me. I’m probably just hanging with the wrong people. Can I have dinner at your house?
Star-you can come to my house too if you want, since I am a whole different person now and my eyes are opened.
I just read all about daughters of narcissistic mothers having Stockholm Syndrome and it totally makes sense. It’s part of why I fell for the tiny flashes of niceness from when I first met the Narcissist next door. I mistook that for someone who actually cared about me as a person and thought she was someone special. Turns out she is only special in her own mind.
I truly believe that all those times she was taking me out for drinks to give me a peptalk or make me feel better, she was actually trying to let me know how she was employed and had money and I didn’t. I know now that she has now become uninterested in my job situation and talking about it, because she feels that I am about to get a job-which I feel is going to happen soon. The fact that I have all these interviews threatens her feelings of superiority that she has over me. She came into my house once and told me how pretty things were-like my drapes and my couch and my kitchen. I could see that the look on her face reeked of envy, because I do have the nicer apartment. She has the nicer backyard though.
I have finally been able to see at age 39 what has been the cause of some of my crazy behavior at times, why I have the unbelievable obsession with perfectionism that exists in me. My N mother is triangulating-recruiting all my siblings to change my behavior toward her and make nice. It has made her crazy that I have dug in my heels and have been totally hard nose about no contact. It’s funny, but she thinks that I am just beyond screwed up and the black sheep and that I am lost and need prayer to bring me out of the “dark place that I’m in”, when in fact, right now I feel more sane, level headed, comfortable, and sure about myself than I have ever been in my life.
Instead of being addicted to drama and not knowing that I was craving it, it nows bores me and has no appeal. I fell infatuated with the Narcissist next door because it felt so exciting to be in her drama and feel it. Now I feel that she is one of the most boring, uninteresting people I could ever be around.
Society really puts mothers up on pedestals and tells us that we should all love and adore our mothers, no matter what. People who havent been the victims of engulfing mothers with no boundaries cannot possibly understand. My dad is N too but his has diminished somewhat. My stepmom enables him. He enabled my mother. He and my stepmom keep telling me that some day I am going to have to fix this thing with my mother. Well my answer is no I don’t. I DON’T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING but follow the laws and stay out of trouble. I have come passed the guilt over no contact and feeling like some kind of alien for getting rid of my family.
I have been in this situation of barely making it for 8 months now. When that first happens, you’re terrified and you sort of wig out. I did that back in the spring. Through all of this I have learned to trust GOD. Before this happened I always thought, “how can I trust in a being that I cannot see”. Yet, through all of this I have never been without a roof over my head or without a car-even though I came close at times. Initially I thought this would be the most miserable, horrible, stressful thing that I could ever endure-but I was wrong. It was the most eye opening experience and I almost feel like my whole soul is purified and opened up. I feel like a person for the first time, and that I’m ok just the way I am and that I have a voice and an opinion. I realized that I really CAN tolerate nursing until I can go to the police academy.
I have learned so much through this whole experience that there really aren’t enough words to describe it, although I am writing a lot here. My whole life is different and different in a good way. I actually feel like a have a life for the first time. I feel like I’m OK!!!!
Elizabeth
Are you saying you’re NC with your mom?
How did that happen, what prompted it?
My N mother told me to never contact her again – this is after I had the nerve to stand up to her….she went to pick up my child while she was drunk…..she drinks 2 bottles of wine on a normal night…slurring, stumbling drunk….i had the nerve to not let her put my child in danger. I had the nerve to tell her I was worried and thought she had a drinking problem and she should get checked out…..so therefore she decided that I didn’t belong in her life.
She is a total NARC. Perfectionist. Competes with everybody about posessions, education, income, whatever. Always judging herself against others. Whatever I did, whatever grades I got, whatever athletics I got involved with, it was never good enough. She didn’t say “I love you” to me. She didn’t say “good job”. I got wrath, judgement, distain, and, I guess, jealousy.
I’ve been NC with her for a year now. In a way, it hurts, because I mourn the mother i never had. But I don’t miss her manipulations.
I still struggle with NC with my spath.
My spath emailed on Yom Kippur asking for my forgiveness on this most serious holiday. I chose to not respond.
superkid – 1
spath – 0
Superkid
Stargazer:
Really? You don’t think you can see the movie? What, you got me turned on to this and then you are wimping out?! 🙂 You should go!!
Hey, me, too on the phone thing! Seriously. You know how everyone has the newest phones…the iPhones or whatever and if not iPhones it’s the newest Droid or Blackberry or whatever? I have a seven year old prepaid Motorola!!! HAHA!! Hey, it works and I only use it for emergencies. I only have it in the car with me so if something would happen I would have a way to contact someone. I never have it around anyone because I am too embarrassed. Plus, I used to use it to text to the X spath and since that doesn’t happen anymore, I don’t really need it. Of course it doesn’t have a camera either so I can’t use it for that. I am so behind the times and I don’t care. I don’t want to be like the rest of the rude people addicted to their phones. I’m trying to get over one addiction, thank you, I don’t need another.
Superkid-that is a good solid place where you are. Be thankful that your mother told you that. You seemed to have had the neglectful Narcissistic mother, where I had to engulfing one with no boundaries. I was her golden child and she saw the two of us as only one person-I was an extension of her. She practically stalks me trying to get my attention-using my siblings and friends of the family. I told her awhile back-NO MORE TEXTS OR EMAILS-if you do they will be ignored and deleted. She always says she’ll expect my wishes and leave me alone and then I get more messages. She is a mess.
She spent my whole life making me crazy and literally causing all the crazy behaviors that I have exhibited throughout my life. She has absolutely no power anymore and I love it. I love everything right now. I have seen through my neighbor and I definitely don’t love her anymore. I am a changed woman from what I was just a couple of months ago.
Ahh,
Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.
Just a weird way to say the “N” label fits, though they show it in different ways.
Good for you, sister. Get away from her!
SK
Superkid-everything is going to be all good for you. If it can turn around for me, it can turn around for just about anyone.
EB, you sound like a different person from when you first started your obsession with the neighbor. I believe that when you get to the point where you are grateful for the hardships in your life, as you are, you are well on your way to healing and in a good space. Yes, you very well could have been absorbing the envy and spitefulness of your neighbor who secretly really did not wish you well (a clear sign of narcissism). I remember a turning point in my own healing when I could acknowledge that I was envious toward someone but I still wished them well in my heart so it wasn’t a malicious envy.
Sounds like all of us could have a nice cell-phone free dinner if we lived in the same town, huh? Thanks for your support on this issue, everyone. I think I just hang out with the wrong people. My therapist commented at our last session that I was this incredibly sensitive other-worldly person surrounded by all these harsh people. Story of my life.