Will I Ever Be Good Enough?: Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
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Last update: 12-14-2024
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The first book specifically for daughters suffering from the emotional abuse of selfish, self-involved mothers, Will I Ever Be Good Enough? provides the expert assistance you need in order to overcome this debilitating history and reclaim your life for yourself. Drawing on over two decades of experience as a therapist specializing in women's psychology and health, psychotherapist Dr. Karyl McBride helps you recognize the widespread effects of this maternal emotional abuse and guides you as you create an individualized program for self-protection, resolution, and complete recovery.Narcissistic mothers teach their daughters that love is not unconditional, that it is given only when they behave in accordance with maternal expectations and whims. As adults, these daughters have difficulty overcoming feelings of inadequacy, disappointment, emotional emptiness, and sadness.
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5.0 out of 5 stars What an awesome book
I became the over-achiever as did my sister, but we were never satisfied with out accomplishments. I spent 25 1/2 years in the military as an officer, was wounded, but was medically retired honorably. When people used to thank me for my service, I felt at odds. Getting 'thank you's' and accolades for the things I accomplished never sunk in. If you asked me if I had pride in myself, I wouldn't know how to answer that question. My first marriage was a disaster because I married a copy of her, and everything I did (and I would do it to perfection) was never good enough. There was something always wrong with me. I started having flashbacks to my childhood. I was molested for years by my step-grandfather, and raped when I was six. When I told my mother about it at the age of 14 years old, it became all about her, not about what happened to me. I only told her because she was yelling at me about how ignorant I was, and how people would use me because I was so stupid. When I married, she didn't come to my wedding, and forbid my Dad and younger sister from attending too. Her marriage to my Dad was because she was pregnant and still in high school. So she never had her dream wedding. Every attempt at some accomplishment was an attempt on her part to sabotage. Instead of supporting my dream of going into college, she would tell me I would flunk out because I was too stupid, and that I should just go straight in the military. But, I knew I was better than that. I received my college degree, and was commissioned in the Army as an officer. Being older, beatings, being grounded, or smacked across the face couldn't be done any longer, so her use of passive-aggressive behavior kicked up to high gear.
For years, I would hear the voices of negativity always telling me I wasn't good enough, or I was a loser, a bad mother..etc. So I would try harder, do more, and perfect everything. Now I am at peace with myself at the age of 46. I had to separate myself from her to find myself. The power she had over me at one time is no longer there, but she is still the same. I can talk to her now, but I am on guard because I know that anything she does or says, is to benefit herself. I listen to her talk mostly of herself, and my Dad, who left her after all three of their children were out of the house. Because once we were gone, he went from being her co-dependent support, to her target. I have a wonderful relationship with my Dad, just as the book says, and I always had. Yes, I used to ask why he supported her actions, but I knew the answer. There was no need to forgive him because I never blamed him for anything, he was a victim just like the rest of us. I hope others who identify with this book come to find that peace after reading this book, and know it's not their fault, and they are not responsible for anyone but themselves. By the way; sorry this is so long.
5.0 out of 5 stars I way to healing
5.0 out of 5 stars A great read
4.0 out of 5 stars Pretty good, if a bit self-involved.
The descriptions of various ways in which narcissistic mothers short-change their daughters are illuminating and very telling. I couldn't relate to all of them, but I sure could to some of them. I would have liked to read more about how this kind of mother impacts the relationships of siblings to each other. In my family of six siblings, the result has been that all the sibs are at war with each other, trying through their achievements (or their lies about their achievements) to compete with each other to win something they can never have because it simply doesn't exist: our mother's love. I've chosen to opt out of the battle to gain what doesn't exist, but I've seen how it's damaged the life trajectories of my siblings. It's not pretty. Drug abuse (which caused one brother's early death), constant debt in a struggle to keep up appearances to win my mother's approval, denial, delusion, self-loathing, deceit, psychological manipulation, greed...it's awful to watch, so I pretty much don't anymore. I live 500 miles away from my biological family and haven't seen any of them in years. I've formed much more enjoyable, healthy, sane, nourishing and just plain fun relationships with people to whom I'm not related by birth.
What the book does cover, though, it does a pretty good job on.
Reading this reinforced a lot of what I already had figured out on my own, but it's immensely gratifying to read it in a book that is thoughtful, reasonable, even-handed and non-hysterical, and that offers strategies for dealing with the pain and damage that comes along with having a narcissistic mother (and a fairly passive father). I'm glad I bought it. I don't think it's a substitute for therapy if the pain and damage are deep-seated and impeding a person's ability to function well, but it's both engaging and helpful to read this book. I'm glad I bought it. I'll probably re-read it from time to time to remind myself of why I no longer spend the holidays with my biological family. We can all use a pep-talk now and then, I suppose. I know I can. Especially when the holidays roll around and I'm bombarded with propaganda about how I'm supposed to go "home for the holidays." Home is where I live. Where my biological family lives is a passive-aggressive battleground, with my narcissistic mother as the ring-master.