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Morning, all…
Those who know me on this thread know that I’m not a parent and have no desire to be one. I’m very good at mothering the cat, but that’s as far as it goes. I realised fairly early on that I wouldn’t be a good parent - autism and SPDs means that certain sounds trigger an absolute meltdown/panic, particularly the wailing of infants. So I didn’t have children. Because it would be unfair to both them and to me.
If only the Trashy One could have overcome her endless narcissism and vanity, and done the same.
She’s dreadfully insecure, immature, defensive, aggressive and arrogant. She believes herself to be so much more intelligent and important than hoi polloi… she treats her ‘instinct’ with as much reverence as some people do their gods.
She has no instinct. She’s a terrible, terrible excuse for a human being - let alone a mother.
I saw the video of poor little Alf and it made me want to cry (and I usually run in the opposite direction from children). He looks and walks like a weary old man. His face looks gaunt, his eyes are hollow from exhaustion, and his gait… oh, his gait. Waddling, foot turned outwards, unsteady. But the Trashy One won’t do a damned thing about it because he’s not the Golden Child, he’s the Invisible Child/Scapegoat (regrettably common in narcissist dynamics - I was all three to my covert narcissist father at various interludes). It won’t be until he starts school, and his teacher notices that his walking is tragically impaired, that the Trashy One - who will doubtlessly put on an OhMiGodShockHorror face - will be forced to take him to the medical professionals or lose face. And, because she’s all about image over responsibility, integrity and empathy (and truth, for that matter), she’ll be forced to do it - and will take it all out on him for showing her up. That’s the way narcissists operate, you see. DARVO. They become the victim.
Back to that awful video. That’s the worst thing you can do to an already neglected and under/unloved child: take away their comfort blanket, the only constant thing in their life amid a dizzying whirl of childminders, nannies and grandparents (who are required to give up all their free time to parent the children the Trashy One and her Sub can’t be bothered to provide proper care). And then taunt him over it. An under-socialised, lonely, bewildered little boy who has already slid to the bottom of the totem pole because his much-wanted (craved) little sister has completely supplanted him in the Pathetic Parent™️ worldview, where only a Mini-me who can be crafted into the image of Mummy Dearest matters. Conjunctivitis? Alf’s fault. D&V? Leave the town/city/country. D&V after a party? Drag your hungover partner out of bed to deal with it. Wakes up early because he’s too cold? Never mind: give him the iPad.
Only now they’ve not only taken away his sole form of entertainment, but cruelly mocked and taunted him over it, laughing at his tears and distress.
I’m inclined to make my own report to Social Services. This vilification, coupled with invisibilising a very frail, undernourished, unhealthy and lonely little boy, makes me absolutely sick.
If the Trashy One and her Sub read here - know that we utterly despise you for the damage you’ve done and continue to do to a vulnerable little life.
Sorry about the essay, but this really got to me. I’m grappling with clinical depression, so back to lurking I go - love to you all. No, not you, Trash.
Those who know me on this thread know that I’m not a parent and have no desire to be one. I’m very good at mothering the cat, but that’s as far as it goes. I realised fairly early on that I wouldn’t be a good parent - autism and SPDs means that certain sounds trigger an absolute meltdown/panic, particularly the wailing of infants. So I didn’t have children. Because it would be unfair to both them and to me.
If only the Trashy One could have overcome her endless narcissism and vanity, and done the same.
She’s dreadfully insecure, immature, defensive, aggressive and arrogant. She believes herself to be so much more intelligent and important than hoi polloi… she treats her ‘instinct’ with as much reverence as some people do their gods.
She has no instinct. She’s a terrible, terrible excuse for a human being - let alone a mother.
I saw the video of poor little Alf and it made me want to cry (and I usually run in the opposite direction from children). He looks and walks like a weary old man. His face looks gaunt, his eyes are hollow from exhaustion, and his gait… oh, his gait. Waddling, foot turned outwards, unsteady. But the Trashy One won’t do a damned thing about it because he’s not the Golden Child, he’s the Invisible Child/Scapegoat (regrettably common in narcissist dynamics - I was all three to my covert narcissist father at various interludes). It won’t be until he starts school, and his teacher notices that his walking is tragically impaired, that the Trashy One - who will doubtlessly put on an OhMiGodShockHorror face - will be forced to take him to the medical professionals or lose face. And, because she’s all about image over responsibility, integrity and empathy (and truth, for that matter), she’ll be forced to do it - and will take it all out on him for showing her up. That’s the way narcissists operate, you see. DARVO. They become the victim.
Back to that awful video. That’s the worst thing you can do to an already neglected and under/unloved child: take away their comfort blanket, the only constant thing in their life amid a dizzying whirl of childminders, nannies and grandparents (who are required to give up all their free time to parent the children the Trashy One and her Sub can’t be bothered to provide proper care). And then taunt him over it. An under-socialised, lonely, bewildered little boy who has already slid to the bottom of the totem pole because his much-wanted (craved) little sister has completely supplanted him in the Pathetic Parent™️ worldview, where only a Mini-me who can be crafted into the image of Mummy Dearest matters. Conjunctivitis? Alf’s fault. D&V? Leave the town/city/country. D&V after a party? Drag your hungover partner out of bed to deal with it. Wakes up early because he’s too cold? Never mind: give him the iPad.
Only now they’ve not only taken away his sole form of entertainment, but cruelly mocked and taunted him over it, laughing at his tears and distress.
I’m inclined to make my own report to Social Services. This vilification, coupled with invisibilising a very frail, undernourished, unhealthy and lonely little boy, makes me absolutely sick.
If the Trashy One and her Sub read here - know that we utterly despise you for the damage you’ve done and continue to do to a vulnerable little life.
Sorry about the essay, but this really got to me. I’m grappling with clinical depression, so back to lurking I go - love to you all. No, not you, Trash.
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