My mum's mum was a narcissist, though my mum obviously didn't know it at the time she was growing up - there wasn't really a language for it back then. It wasn't until my gran was in a nursing home that I eventually broached the subject of whether she had some sort of mental health condition, and the head of the nursing home basically confirmed it. It was such a relief to my mum to have someone outwith the family see it, because my gran could be very charming to literally everyone else and unless you spent a lot of time with her and witnessed the way she treated my mum, you'd think it was my mum who had some sort of weird, nasty, obsessive grudge against her own mother. Anyway, suffice to say, growing up with someone like that stays with you for a lifetime and it's so, so damaging and hurtful. But when you think of everything SB has had to deal with - suicide threats, addiction, the various adults introduced to his life who have just disappeared, the constant moving of house, the pets who have died, the gender and sexuality hopping, etc etc the list goes ON, it's mindblowing to consider the psychic damage she's inflicted on him. And the worst thing is, she'll never even feel a twinge of remorse for it, or try to make amends, because such is the life of a narc. #thoughtfortheday