Early in life, I learned a critical truth: our families can either make or break us.
They can inspire, support, and uplift us. Indeed, our families can be a second womb, hearth, or safe space in which we grow and transform. On the other hand, they can demoralize, oppress, and smother us. Depending on where you are on the family spectrum, you’ll be a relatively well-adjusted individual or a person plagued with problems.
Our experience of ‘family’ forms a large part of the foundation of our self-worth, feelings of belonging, and psychological/emotional well-being as adults.
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So what happens when you’re the black sheep of the family?
What happens when you are rejected, outcasted, marginalized, and even disowned from your birth family?
In this article, I’ll help you discover (1) if you are a black sheep, (2) how to heal the trauma associated with familial rejection, and (3) the profound opportunity for spiritual growth and transformation inherent in being a reject!
Table of contents
- What is a “Black Sheep”?
- Black Sheep Are Often Scapegoats (aka. ” Identified Patients “)
- 9 Signs You’re the Black Sheep of the Family
- 12 Mental and Emotional Wounds Caused By Being a Black Sheep
- Why Being the Black Sheep of the Family is Spiritual Opportunity Par Excellence
- 7 Ways to Heal the Wounds of Being a Black Sheep
What is a “Black Sheep”?
The “black sheep of the family” is a term that refers to a family member who is considered peculiar, strange, unconventional, eccentric, or not aligned with the family’s persona and values. Sometimes “black sheep” has strong negative connotations as it can be used to refer to a person who is considered a “misfit,” criminal, addict, or overall troublemaker.
Black Sheep Are Often Scapegoats (aka. “Identified Patients“)
On top of being considered weird, black sheep are often scapegoated and blamed for the majority of a family’s problems. This tendency to scapegoat is known in psychology as the “Identified Patient.“
The “Identified Patient” or IP, was a term that emerged in the 1950s to describe the actions of sick and dysfunctional families and their tendency to assign one person in the family as a scapegoat to their problems.ย
Essentially, the Identified Patient is said to be a way that families avoid their own internal pain, disappointments, and struggles, by pointing the finger at another family member as the cause for all the problems they experience.
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If you were the Identified Patient in your family, you were most likely chosen as the “trouble maker” or “problem child” due to your status within the family (e.g., young, naive and abusable, or older, headstrong and threatening), or your differing Soul Age and personality, which drew attention to your contrasting likes, tastes, and habits.ย Naturally, these qualities placed a big bullseye on your head and were used against you throughout your life.
Symptoms that you were chosen as the Identified Patient of your family include the following:
- Your parents were more strict with you than they were with your other siblings
- Your mistakes were blown out of proportion and/or punished disproportionately
- You always carried the feeling that you “didn’t fit in” with your family, and you didn’t develop strong connections with them
- You were mocked, ridiculed, and/or made fun of on a constant basis
- Your family seemed intent on making you feel “deficient” and as though you were always fundamentally lacking
- Whenever you got stronger, more confident, or happier, your family seemed intent on bringing you down and/or convincing you that you weren’t getting any better
- You developed mental and/or emotional disorders, and/or substance abuse problems as a result of being scapegoated and overburdened
- Your family didn’t show any interest in who you really were as a person
- You were criticized, completely ignored, and/or emotionally manipulated if you rebelled in any way
It’s important to note that families who assign scapegoats or Identified Patients often go to great measures to keep the member of the family they’ve unconsciously chosen that way, otherwise, they are forced to face their own inadequacies.ย
So if you’re stuck in a pull-tug relationship with your family where they treat you like crap, but cry and mope when you back away, this is why.
9 Signs You’re the Black Sheep of the Family
If you’re still wondering whether you’re the black sheep of the family, let’s zoom in even more. Pay attention to the following signs โ how many can you relate to?
- You are blamed for most of your family’s issues (whether directly or indirectly)
- You feel like most of your family members completely misunderstand you
- You’re left out of the loop on your family’s news
- You’re not invited to gatherings, celebrations, etc.
- You don’t have much in common with any of your family members in terms of likes, tastes, and preferences
- You struggle to emotionally or mentally connect with your family members
- You’re made fun of, belittled, shamed, or bullied (either directly or indirectly)
- You often feel like you’re adopted or were raised in the wrong family
- You’re a contrarian or eccentric individualist by nature (i.e., you know who you are and what you stand for)
Have I missed any? Please share them below in the comments if you think so!
12 Mental and Emotional Wounds Caused By Being a Black Sheep
Being cast as the black sheep of the family is not a comfortable role. (However, it is a great doorway of opportunity, which I will explain soon.)
The pain of being rejected, scorned, and even flat-out disowned cuts deep to the core.
As a person who is the black sheep of my birth family, I know how terribly lonely being a black sheep is. All of the following wounds I’ve personally experienced and learned to deal with throughout time.
Here are the main mental and emotional wounds you may develop/experience:
- You feel alone in life
- You struggle to relate to other people
- It’s extremely difficult to trust people in relationships, friendships, work situations, etc.
- Trusting yourself and your instincts is hard, so you often feel lost (and without an inner compass)
- Emotional commitment is scary and triggering
- You carry big and oppressive core beliefs such as “I’m not good enough” and “There’s something wrong with me“
- Deep down, you feel that if someone truly got to know you, they wouldn’t like you anymore
- You feel fundamentally unlovable
- You’re either overly dependent on your friends for emotional validation or you prefer to go solo and bypass friendship altogether (as a loner)
- Social anxiety is a regular issue you battle
- Your life feels like one big existential crisis
- You grapple with depressive and/or addictive tendencies
This list isn’t exhaustive, but I hope I’ve painted a clear picture.
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Being the black sheep of the family ain’t no ‘walk in the park.’ It’s traumatizing and destabilizing. But you’re certainly not alone, and this experience isn’t a curse, it’s a pathway.
Why Being the Black Sheep of the Family is Spiritual Opportunity Par Excellence
Certainly, it’s crucial that we come to terms with how traumatizing being the black sheep is โ we need to mourn this fact.
But I also want to offer a unique perspective on being the black sheep of the family.
It’s a tremendously important pathway to spiritual transformation.
Why?
When we are rejected by our birth family, we are given a gift many others in life aren’t: the doorway to unfettered freedom. While others who are embraced by their families still need to play by certain rules, black sheep have the chance to walk their own paths.
While accepted-family-members might benefit from being validated, they also tend to be trapped in limiting roles that make it difficult for authentic Soul growth and expression to occur.
Black sheep, on the other hand, have a clean slate. The doorway to trailblazing their own destiny is open, they aren’t held back by other’s opinions because the judgment has already been made: they are rejects, oddballs, and outsiders.
Sure, there are cases of perfect families who lovingly uphold the dreams and aspirations of their members. But these instances are the exception, not the rule. The truth is that most families are dysfunctional โ they are products of our wider fragmented society. And thus, they tend to have a stifling effect on one’s spiritual path and evolution.
As a black sheep, you are gifted with the chance to do some authentic soul searching, free from the suffocating confines of your family’s expectations and desires. You have already been cast in the role of Distaste and Disappointment. There’s not much else your birth family can do to harm you โ the wound has already been inflicted. Now, your job is to break free and find your true meaning in life.
What you have experienced is, in reality, a spiritual initiation!
Read: What is the Meaning of Life? (In-Depth Answers) ยป
7 Ways to Heal the Wounds of Being a Black Sheep
There are only three options for black sheep: live authentically and get kicked out of the community, have the courage to move out on your own and rebuild from scratch, or hide your true self and desperately try to fit in (which you never will).
โ Ben Crawford, 2,000 Miles Together
When I embraced my role as a black sheep, I felt a sense of profound sadness but also exhilaration. Yes, I have been outcast from my birth family โ seen as a defiant and condemnable intruder โ but oh, what freedom!
However, I don’t want to make light of this situation. It is deeply traumatizing. On some level, it is akin to death. After all, our biological survival is dependant on being accepted by those who raise us.
So to help you embrace the gifts inherent in being the black sheep of the family, I have some advice. Here are seven ways to begin healing the wounds of being the family’s outcast:
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1. Create healthy boundaries that preserve your mental health
Sometimes we may still wish to visit our family of origin. Others of us may choose to communicate only through email, text, or phone. And still, for some, it may be necessary to totally cut ties with their birth family.
Depending on how toxic your family is, you can choose between the above three options. Do keep in mind, however, that keeping your distance from people who reject your authentic being is healthy. To constantly be reminded of your ‘deficiencies,’ ‘shortcomings,’ and ‘inadequacy’ is not good for your mental, emotional, or spiritual wellbeing. Such people only tend to hold you back in spirals of self-abandonment and self-loathing.
2.ย Understand that you are not the cause of your family’s dysfunction
Consciously you may know this, but deep down there’s probably still some doubt in you.ย Sure, you may have made some pretty serious mistakes in your life, but so does everyone.ย Just because you are imperfect does not mean you are the source of the dysfunction in your family.ย
If you were the Identified Patient (or still are), you must realize that the cause of suffering in your family of origin is their own repressed anger, insecurity, fear, and personal trauma which they project onto you and haven’t taken responsibility for.
3.ย Create your own authentic soul family
After being accustomed to a certain role and way of being for our whole lives, it is strange and daunting to consider moving onto other roles.ย But please know that you can have a family of your own and step into a new role that is relational (i.e., connected with others), not isolated. You can move on with your life, find your own friends, make your own soul family, and redefine who you are as a person.ย The only thing stopping you is clinging to the past, and not opening yourself up to being more. Practicing the art of letting go will help you tremendously.
Read: 42 Powerful Ways of Letting Go of Anxiety + Toxic People ยป
4.ย Contemplate your birth family’s pain
Why on earth would we want to do this? Well, the answer is that contemplation often leads to understanding, and understanding breeds compassion (which results in emotional freedom!).
Once you are at a stable point in life, turn your mind onto your birth family. Exploring the “why?” of what happened can help you make peace with your past and close that chapter.
Reflect on what causes a person or group of people to reject or demonize a person in the first place? Sure, they may be narcissistic or stupid โ but that’s a surface judgment. What’s below the narcissism or stupidity? Usually, the answer is fear and pain.
When a person or group of people need to subconsciously elect someone else to personify their own pain and distress โ someone to point the finger at and pin their problems on โ these are very unhappy people indeed.ย They haven’t yet learned how to consciously handle their feelings of guilt, insignificance, embarrassment, or disappointment with themselves and their lives.ย
By not accepting their inner strife they are continuing to build a cocoon of hurt and resistance which prolongs their pain.ย So essentially, these are people who are deeply and consistently miserable human beings.
While we usually can’t awaken our families from their destructive habits, we can develop compassion and forgiveness for them, understanding why we were treated the way we were.ย It was actually nothing personal. This is extremely freeing.
5. Learn to love yourself and embrace your wounded inner child
We all possess an inner child, the part of us that sees the world through the eyes of innocence, wonder, and spontaneous joy. Our inner child, however, also cops the greatest amount of wounding growing up โ and it’s for this reason that we need to learn to listen to and nurture it.
Signs that you have a wounded inner child include addictive tendencies, sudden unexplainable fears, anxiety and depression, and the unshakable feeling of being worthless, “not good enough,” and empty inside. Read more about the wounded inner child.
If you find that no amount of self-improvement helps, chances are that you aren’t going deep enough. Your inner child must be sought out, embraced, and nurtured through the practice of consistent self-love.
We have an amazing guide on how to love yourself and also an Inner Child Work Journal that will help you begin this profoundly healing work.
6. Treat this as a rare opportunity to do some soul searching
As mentioned previously, being the black sheep of the family is both a curse and a gift. Now that you are largely free of the fetters of your family of origin, you can walk your own path and be a lone wolf. You can turn inwards, listen to the whispers of your heart, and plunge the depths of your soul.
Those who are embraced by their family of origin often struggle to get to the place where they can turn inwards. They are beset with the pressures of having to live up to expectations, having to project a consistently acceptable self-image, amongst other soul-constricting burdens.
Thankfully, you don’t have to deal with this any longer. Once you embrace being a black sheep and no longer fight against it, you are initiated onto your own unique spiritual journey. What could be more precious than that?
Read: Soul Searching: 7 Ways to Uncover Your True Path ยป
7. Connect with your heart and listen to your intuition
Finally, to heal the wounds of being the black sheep of the family, you need to reconnect with your heart. I know this may be scary. I remember how terrifying it has been for me to do this. But I’ve learned that slowly tuning into my inner Center helps me to make wise decisions and live a wholly authentic life โ the kind that many people dream about.
When being outcast by our family, it’s common to close the heart and totally shut off from life โ this is a wise self-protection mechanism. But eventually, you need to learn to open back up. To feel your pain. To do your grief work. To practice letting go. To blossom into your truest Self.
Many people overly rely on their family members for guidance. However, because you won’t have that, you’ll need to rely on the wisdom of your own intuition. While this is harder to do, it is a wiser path. No one can live your life but you. No one can do the inner work of intentional spiritual alchemy but you.
Here are a few guides and resources I recommend checking out to help you with this work:
- How to Trust Your Intuition to Make Big Decisions (intuition help)
- The Ultimate Guide to Heart Chakra Healing For Complete Beginners (heart-healing)
- How to Find Yourself When Youโre Lost in Life (9 Steps) (path-finding guidance)
Also, feel free to poke around the rest of this website โ there is so much mental, emotional, and spiritual guidance freely available here!
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In the words of outcast winemaker and author Andre Hueston Mack,
Weโve all been in positions where we felt out of place or not accepted for whatever reason. For me, thatโs been my life. Iโve always been that person that stood out. And what makes you an outcast is what makes you unique, and you should harness that. Being a black sheep gives you creative license to do sh*t differently.
Being a black sheep, while painful and lonely, can be a tremendous opportunity and path to personal freedom and transformation. I hope this article has inspired and given you hope!
If you’re the black sheep of the family, let me know how that feels for you.ย What lessons or pearls of wisdom can you share with the rest of us?
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I wanted to comment on this post because it is very informative and enlightening.
In the past few years since my elderly (incestuous) fatherโs death from cancer, my familyโs dysfunction is coming out of the closet. Dual trauma: my mother had abused me terribly physically, psychologically, emotionally, religiously, and every other way a mother can reject and abuse a child she did not want from infancy. She told me that she did not want to be pregnant at 15 years old and did not even like me, let alone love me for a long time, many years. I was 16 before she ever told me she loved meโฆbut only after I broke the ice and said โI love you โ to her after witnessing my friends mom do that with her step-daughter.
Because of the relentless and profound childhood abuse from my immature teenage parents (my mother was 16 and my father was 17 when I was born, as stated on my birth certificate) I was forced upon my mother, who did not want a kid. She was forced to marry my dad.
Another huge piece to my puzzle was the long-term sexual abuse from my incestuous fatherโฆwho was a cop, retired as one, never got caught (another story for another time). To hide his deeds, he encouraged my mother to bully me (of course, with my โflying monkeyโ siblings who were taught by my mom to hate on me)โฆand me alone. No matter her motive(s), she assassinated my character in early childhood, discrediting my reputation, or rather never allowing me to have a reputation except that which she gave me. She treated me like โThe Boy that Cried Wolfโ, ruining in advance my testimony should I ever decide in the future to disclose the incest from him or abuse from her. My dad hid successfully behind a domineering wife until his death at 70 years old. She created an environment for him to serially sexually abuse about a dozen (known) children in the family from 3 generations beginning with abusing all of his 5 younger siblings. (Yikes!!)
Being the eldest child of 4, I endured all (not an exaggeration) of the abuse in the family. My siblings were never punished or struck, claiming they had happy, healthy upbringing. I was the only one who claims it was not perfect. I have labored most of my life under the delusion that โsomething was โwrongโ with meโ. I thought I was โcrazyโ and everyone wanted to be rid of me. I have been very sensitive.
Some of the abuse is being carried over into my adult life presently-ongoing, including but not limited to scapegoating, blacksheeping and ostricization, gaslighting and crazymaking, gossip and full-blown character assassination, namecalling and labeling (such as โhypochondriacโ, โmythomaniacโ, โliarโ, โyouโre just like Aunt ______โ, and more.
I have been โmade fun ofโ or mocked by my mother for feeling suicidal before. Like feeling low is akin to being โevilโ. On the subject of suicide: when asked the question, โHave you ever been suicidal?โ I want to laughโฆbecause to โbecome suicidalโ, there would be the notion that you had โfallen downโ to that lowly place from once wanting to be alive and thrive. The reason I find it humorous is because it seems absurd to me personally to have ever โpossessedโ the will โto liveโโฆever. Since my very first memory is of being severely beaten about the face and head by my mother (she and my father were witnesses) when I was only 18 months old (babies CAN and DO have the ability to rememberโฆespecially if itโs life threatening or traumatic. As a child living in this environment, I always carried the idea that I was just a malignant โcancerโ to the family and was ashamed of my very existence. Lots of shame, blame, guilt and zero self-esteem.
With recent therapy, I am learning how to develop a healthy โwill to liveโ and take care of myself. People automatically think everyone is born with a โwill to liveโ. Maybe so, but if is is assaulted early enough, that will to survive or โsurvival instinctโ, being consistently threatened, can die before the person is old enough to know something changed or was lost. When babies and children are beaten or abused by their own mother (or father, or other caregiver), it seems that they are robbed of a vital piece of their lifeโs supportive โfoundationโ upon which all other development occurs. I am still trying to regain what was stolen from me so long ago. I am learning to not despise myself as a problem, nuisance or โmistakeโ. I have always loved the truth, despite being screamed at, beaten and threatened by my mother from an early age about โthe truthโ. I was labeled by my mother at my dadโs behest, to be considered and treated as a โliar/fabricatorโ (also known as a โmythomaniacโ). Telling the TRUTH was always at issue for me. I see now after all these years that it was my insistence of telling my mother the truth about my fatherโs behind-the-scenes sexual antics that โcaused meโ to be scapegoated by my mother and all my siblings (remains that way to this day). I really was โsingled outโ. My siblings became โbulliesโ to me at my motherโs encouragement. โFamily mobbingโ is a better description that mere โbullyingโ.
As an adult now in my 50โs, I can now see it is better to be โguiltyโ of right and good, standing firm on truth and reality, than that of building a faulty world around deception and lies. Somehow through it all, I survived. All 7 of my kids survivedโฆbut there is residual damage in my adult kids that is just now coming to light that resulted (I believe) because of the damage to myself that I never understood from my own childhood physical and sexual abuse. I made mistakes because I didnโt know what was really happening in my mind. I began therapy recently to work through my past, my child-rearing mistakes, and where to go now that my family-of-origin has recently ostracized me (AGAIN!) since I wrote them a letter about the โtruthโ of the denial of our familyโs dysfunction. All of my siblings ignored my letter completely, as if I donโt matter, never did, like I were invisible like a โghostโ. I still have hope they may see the truth about being a part of my motherโs โflying monkeyโ circus, of which she was the ringleader.
In my research, and per my own personal experience, I opine that sometimes severe abuse upon children stays hidden and does its insidious damage under the surface, not (usually) surfacing until much later in life..if ever. I wish the information in this post could be taught in schools. More people at younger ages could see it and avoid decades of painful and disastrous stumblings while they grope around trying to find the light and escape out that dark world of childhood abuse trauma โฆ if they only knew. Knowledge is empowering.
Thank you for sharing your insight!
I was also the black sheep of my family. I grew up as the third child of six – three girls and three boys. I had two older brothers, two younger sisters and a younger brother.
My father worked and my mother did not. I was never close to my mother. She was cold, bitter, and always yelling at us. She would yell at us in public, even on minor shopping trips which caused me great embarrassment and humiliation. She didnโt care where we were and who heard her either. Sheโd usually curse and swear at us in public as well. I think I developed anxiety because of this. My father was emotionally absent although he always thought of me as his โfavouriteโ because we shared an interest in running track. But as soon as I graduated high school and stopped running he lost interest in me. Both my parents were never involved much in my life. When I moved out on my own they rarely came to visit and if they did there was very little said between us. Itโs as though we were complete strangers – we didnโt seem to know each other at all. My mother would put me down for the clothes I wore at times and my father would say things like โ itโs a good thing you donโt have any kids!โ Youโre a mess!โ I found an email he wrote to his friend once describing me as being emotionally difficult and not doing very well in my life and how much difficulty I had caused them …….. for the first time I realized how he saw me! They obviously both saw me as a complete failure, a loser, directionless, unable to keep a job, with no friends, and no money. The job thing was true, I was never able to maintain the various dead end jobs I had, so I became an escort eventually which led to other bad decision making including personal relationships. As a child and as an adult I have experienced chronic loneliness, fear of intimacy, and an inability to form close relationships. After a horrible argument in which my father screamed and shouted at me at the bus terminal when I had decided to leave, I hadnโt been in touch with my parents for over twenty years. When I decided to write to my dad on FB he responded with an insulting and demeaning email signing his full name (instead of โdad.โ). So, after growing up with no love and no affection, no guidance, no nurturing, and lots of criticism, my father STILL cant show any love or understanding for me and has made it clear that Iโm the one with the problem. My mother of course, who claims I intimidate her, is nowhere to be seen or heard of course. She has never been a part of my life. The last thing she said when I was visiting was to my 6 year old niece when she inquired about sleeping over: โas soon as Denise blows you can have her room.โ Well, I just looked straight at her and thought that is it. I will โblowโ and I will never, ever come back. And I didnโt.
I just found out this is me. All my life I searched for the answer why and because I lived under the illusion that my father was perfect, I couldn’t remember the truth. With the filter lifted, I’ve remembered do much. I have blocked both my parents as they are automatically feeling threatened as their illusions will have to shatter and they are terrified of the truth coming out. I’m pretty los5 now tbh. 33 and my whole life has played out like a book, inevitably leading me to where I am now and leaving me a life of intense pain and suffering, I have Fibromyalgia, and also leaving me destined to fail. I’ve spent years beating ,yes of up for not finishing school, uni, work and now faced with not finishing running a non profit organisation. I am not having this stolen from me as well! I’ve been trained to work until I drop, and to subconsciously make myself mess up or ill every time I almost find true happiness or love. I’ve never being able to believe anyone loves me and iv3 never been allowed to be myself to the extent I do not know who I am. I need help xxx
Thank you for sharing this with the world. I am the Identified Patient and have a narcissistic mother. This led me to be in an abusive relationship with a narcissistic man that almost destroyed me. I somehow decided to change everything about how I thought and couldn’t be happier, but I am still haunted by mother. Until this week and speaking with a co-worker about her mother, I never put this together. I have always been treated as the outcast, the black sheep. The most ironic part is that I am extremely successful in life and have a beautiful family and friendships, but that came with a lot of trials and tribulations and much later in life than it should have. To this day, I still struggle to have a relationship with my sister that is the ‘golden’ child. I am the black sheep because I am ‘headstrong’ and ‘arrogant’. I was always pitted against my middle sister because our mother was a middle child and she most related to being a middle child. Reading all these articles made so much sense for me. I have resolved to move on in life. I won’t say there isn’t damage, but about 5 years ago after ending an extremely abusive relationship with a narcisist I decided to change. It is hard to change how you think, but I did. I would listen to books and when my mind wondered I had to listen again. I forced myself to let go and stop reliving. I took a step back when I did my internal beat down to tell myself to literally stop. I had a phrase I would say outloud to myself “I love you” if i went into a bad thought process. I did that until I not longer had those thoughts anymore. I also made up this rule that it takes time and in the future I can always look back and see there was a solution and that I just haven’t gotten there yet. I wouldn’t say I am done with my journey of healing since only this week I understand what caused it, but I know that I am capable of change and true happiness. I know what happiness is. I struggled with happiness for the first 35 years of my life.
Unhappiness is the dread I feel when I see the caller ID show my mother’s name pop up and then the message and my total inability to listen to it. Its hard to have been raised by a narcisist. They damaged us. Its abuse that is as painful to your inner core. Its a mind blowing that a mother can do this to her children and then turn around and blame her daughter for anything that has ever gone wrong in her life. I actually see (as if I am external to it) behaviors now that I have and realize my reaction to something or instinct was learned from her. Its a life long process to undo what your parents or parent in my case does to you. Its daily abuse that culminates into moments of total despair wondering if you can go on, but I can say with absolute certainty that it was never me. It is not you! I am a good person, a loving compassionate, amazing person that finally can see who I am. Take a moment to look at yourself and start telling yourself those same things too. It took me a lot of self evaluation at why I think like I do or did. :) and now I can identify when I go to the dark place and change it. I can stop it from happening again and now it rarely happens unless there is a trigger. I only see happiness in my future.
So, let me catch you up on my most recent dilemma in life, which I already have an answer to, but let’s see if you can guess the path I will take. Last year, I almost died when I had my second pregnancy. For reasons I can explain now, ‘guilt’, I invited my mother to come stay with us while I delivered my twin boys to take care of my 19 month old daughter. My mother and I have always been at odds, but with the new family and grandma status, but I thought she had changed. I always think she has changed. As twin pregnancies go, I went in for monitoring and usually they just sent me home. I was scheduled to delivery in two weeks and my mother was going to arrive the next day. Our neighbor and family friend took our 19 month old daughter while we went to our appointment. At my appointment, we were told I was not leaving and that we were heading to labor and delivery. Next thing you know, they are wheeling me in to the NICU OR for a c-section. My two beautiful boys were born that day and we named after our fathers. Following this in recovery, I lost 75% of my blood and almost didn’t make it, somehow I just came back because of my amazing medical team. This all happened right before mid-night. The next day, my mother arrives and my husband leaves to go and get her at the airport and then they come to the hospital. She doesn’t even look at me and is mad. She walks in and goes to look at the boys and has disdain as she looks at my son named after my father (the man she hates). To the point, the nurse pulled my husband aside to discuss it with him. She then learns I am taking oxy for pain management and decides to tell the extended family I am poisoning my children in my breast milk and she just had to do something about it. She then comes to realize that she isn’t going to be picking up our daughter from our friends house. After all, our daughter has only met her twice and things didn’t happen like they were supposed to and she has no idea how to take care of her. So rather than be an adult, she pouts and when we asked her to drop off diapers she threw them at the house. She then proceeds to argue with us daily. I never engaged. I had again almost died but somehow it was all about her. Not bonding with my children or healing or celebrating the fact I was even there. This pretty much just repeats itself over and over again. My daughter was going through a lot with her brothers coming home and being at my friends house for a week and my mother made this very difficult. At one point, my daughter didn’t push, but tried to push away my mother because she was in her face and rather than do the right thing, my mother pushed her back and she fell down. Another time, my daughter was upset and cried and my mother taught it was a good idea to get on the ground and throw a tantrun to show her how silly it was. I am sure that reasonated with a 19 month old. The shining moment of this experience was when she decided she had had enough and decided to pick a fight with me in front of my new borns, daughter and husband. I asked her not to do this in front of the children and she refused to stop and raised her voice. My husband hurded her into the room down the hall to ‘talk’ and she yelled. My children all were hysterical and my daughter witnessed Grammie pushing Daddy and then falling down because he is a rock. She then threatened to call the cops screaming you pushed me. It was absolutely ridiculous. She then apologized like she does, but somehow it was all my fault for being an awful daughter. After all, I only invited her to be a part of the birth of my children. I have to say good decision making on my part. This ends with her leaving before our au pair arrives because she ‘doesn’t want to interfere’. We literally don’t hear from her until two weeks ago. She leaves me a voicemail that was something along the lines of …. “how dare you keep me away from MY grandchildren, I don’t understand why you are doing this, if this was your plan all along then I wish I had never met them. If you have a problem with me, you should tell me. I haven’t heard from you in a year and I don’t understand why.’
So, this is all very timely for me. I am the daughter of a mother with Narcissist personality disorder and I am the identified patient. This cycle ends now. My children will never know this women. My children will never experience this. They will all be loved. Every night, I tell each of my children a story of them. It goes something like this, “did you know how amazing you were today. you shared with your friends, you were kind, you gave your brother kisses, you gave Daddy hugs, you ate all your dinner, you put away your toys, you brushed your teeth, you said good morning, you made really good decisions and I am SO proud of you. I love you so much!” This makes me cry right now, because honestly that is all I ever wanted to hear from my mother and I realize how much I have lost my entire life having her as my mother. But, I know what my children need and I need to keep her as far away from her as possible.
I hope this helps at least one person. Writing it helped me. Thank you!
I will be back to donate as soon as possible. Thank you for your important work. You have helped me, so I know you’ve helped so many others. There’s nothing quite like the exquisite pain one feels from the family of origin, not to mention the lifelong obstacles one then deals with due to the selfish or thoughtless actions of the “tribe”. Its the hardest thing I have dealt with so far in my life. Im 33, and just went no contact with my mother, father, sister and brother. There is a lot of unneeded and unfounded guilt in me for estranging them, but i know its the only way i can find happiness. And that’s what I focus on. Thank you.
-Jess
My experince as IP was about grief. I went into recovery for many years, and my family was not interested, and it was very painful, but in recovery, I began to help others. I discovered other scapegoats, and I am able to love others because of my family, no in spite of them. Then i began to thank my family for turning me into a scapegoat. Becasue my family made me a scapegoat I have been able to help other scapegoats. Now, from that perspective, I was able to thank my family. This turned my anger into gratitude and forgivness was the byproduct.
Was in the scapegoat role for 37 years and didn’t know. Dumped and rejected the entire family of losers and I see greatness in myself. Something I’ve never seen before being around those garbage people. I’m in therapy and I get EMDR to deal with all the trauma. At 38 graduating college and studying for the law school exam. Glad I know who they are. Now I can be me.
Does being treated like the black sheep get worse with aging family if only the black sheep got healthy through therapy and kinder living? As siblings have aged their need and ability to warp family encounters with me have jumped to light speed. Used to changing family stories against me took a while to develop. Now a good or neutral event changes to how bad I am overnight… It’s now so fast it feels like emotional whiplash. Money given becomes money I wouldn’t give them. Working with demented elder mom to give her best life possible becomes that I wanted to smother her with her pillow! The false mean stories are the routine…the instant rewrite to prove I’m awful yet again is breathtaking now…
I was trapped. I had two boys back in my moms house. My mom and brother were against me and playing the same dynamic on them and they were me. One couldn’t do any wrong the other couldn’t do anything right. I would stick up for my oldest. They would bait me in by attacking him for being a kid. I would be attacked, with guilt and shame. Nothing said was ever validated.. whether it was my common sense., my opinion, my parenting skills, my since of right and wrong, my since of humor etc. I knew i needed out but couldn’t leave my kids. I stayed until i decided to kill myself. I knew my boys would be better off without me. On the day i cut my wrist with a box cutter i was shot by the police. Twice for not adhering to commands. Its hard to see or think when you are out of blood. Long story short. Im out of that fu%&ing house and would do it all again if that was my only two choices..lol