Morning, all. Taking a break from the bad news coming out of Soledar (Ukraine). My heart actually aches for this little child. As you all know, I’m not maternal at all - if I see a toddler heading towards me with jam hands and a snotty nose I rival Roger Bannister’s 4 minute mile in escaping, leaving flames in my wake - but his bewildered little face just breaks me.
Our narcissistic kween took a tiny child on three aeroplanes to ‘save’ money, and came back before his birthday so that she didn’t have to pay for a seat for him. Have I got that right? That she dragged a little boy, who needs stability more than ever now the golden child is on the way, across numerous timezones to a place which had no entertainment for him whatsoever, and came back early in order to save cash? That she said she even enjoyed spending time with him now? Who SAYS that??!
The worst part of this, for me, is that she
knows the internet is forever. Every single utterance, photograph, post, rant, diatribe is immortalised for as long as humankind persists. Yet she disgorges her resentment toward him on a regular basis, ‘admitting’ that she finds/found motherhood boring, that she was disappointed in the fact he was born a boy (will she force him to transition when he’s older to assuage her hatred of the male sex?), that only now - when she is compelled to spend time with him (no kids’ club) she actually discovers that he has value. She posts images of her child in dangerous or disgusting situations (barefooted and -headed on a bicycle, his feet draped over the wheel; allowing him to
suck her tongue and finding nothing problematic in it (has she never heard of predation? That with that kind of learnt behaviour she is putting him at grave risk? I obviously don’t have to spell out why that is very concerning to all of you; after all, you mothers understand boundaries, inappropriate behaviour and the risks to children from disgusting sociopaths); keeping him up til midnight on NYE for a photo opportunity (please correct me if I am wrong on this one); and finally, dragging him back across numerous timezones on the day before/day of his birthday.
She didn’t even consider that the poor mite could be horribly jetlagged and exhausted after such an ordeal - and sent him to the childminder when he had been up since 0130. On his birthday.
These are just 3 of the 54 articles on the Rights of the Child, as laid out in the Geneva Convention:
“-Convinced that the family, as the fundamental group of society and the natural environment for the growth and well-being of all its members and particularly children, should be afforded the necessary protection and assistance so that it can fully assume its responsibilities within the community,
-Recognizing that the child, for the full and harmonious development of his or her personality, should grow up in a family environment, in an atmosphere of happiness, love and understanding,
-Considering that the child should be fully prepared to live an individual life in society, and brought up in the spirit of the ideals proclaimed in the Charter of the United Nations, and in particular in the spirit of peace, dignity, tolerance, freedom, equality and solidarity.” (See
https://www.unicef.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/unicef-convention-rights-child-uncrc.pdf)
Which of these rights are being fulfilled?
We’ve gone on about his poor diet and potential malnutrition as a consequence; his lack of intellectual stimulation and paucity of interaction with Ms James; the contemptuous way she speaks of him; the wilful neglect of his safety and well-being; the lack of a safe environment both day and night. But it goes further than that. What and whom shall he become under these conditions? How will he develop a moral and ethical framework when his mother lies as often as she breathes? What will happen to his mental state when he is passed over and disregarded in favour of his little sister? What longterm trauma will he experience when he discovers Ms James’ social media history; how will he be secure in his own identity when exposed to endless diatribes on his male gender? Will he be encouraged to think of himself and all men as monsters? Will he internalise all of her misandry, her vitriol?
There is another plausible scenario that I have considered: that she very well may be setting him up for narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissism typically develops in children between the ages of 2/3 and 7, in response to their environment, their parents - especially in terms of their emotional abandonment and criticism; and Ms James’ own narcissistic tendencies place him at greater risk of future psychological stress: “In many cases, children who were abused by their
NPD parents developed post-traumatic stress disorder. In fact, low psychological well-being is common for children, such as low self-esteem, depression, and anxiety.
People with narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) are frequently misunderstood for being braggarts, arrogant, and self-centered. Vulnerable children are emotionally and psychologically abused by narcissistic parents, and they are left with long-term disabilities as a result of it. This disorder is difficult to treat, and some people believe that it is untreatable. As a spectrum disorder, according to the American Society of Clinical Psychology, narcissism is a complex condition that ranges from mild to severe. In contrast to narcissism, empathy is the best way to parent.” (See
https://www.mentalhealthmatters-cof...arcissistic-personality-disorder-in-children/)
Where was her empathy not only over the last fortnight, but over the past two years?
Sending him away on his birthday when he was sleep-deprived and jetlagged, getting his paid carer to throw his party, using the excuse that she would rather ‘recover’, take the Christmas decorations down and get back to ‘work’ (insane winking and blinking while having hair/makeup applied in order to advertise some incredibly-unappetising plant-based meals is ‘work’, apparently) is to be expected. Hopefully he
won’t remember this phase of his existence and be disappointed (not that he knows anything else).
I worry for him. Not in a ‘trollish’ way, not in an ‘I told you she was this awful’ way, but genuinely from the heart. Watching an innocent child being ignored, isolated and dumped with others actually hurts.