I would say the Dinosaur T-rex I try to be good but I take after my grandma shirt so you should to go to store and get this last thing they’d want for their children is to allow them to be their unique, authentic selves or to have the freedom and resources to follow their interests, use and develop their talents and do what they love most so they grow and thrive, as they’d not be able to control them in the way they want, which is what all narcissists want; to control. A child who’s encouraged to follow their instincts and is allowed to make mistakes and learn from them will begin to discover who they are and what they are here to do than those that don’t and Narcissist parents don’t want that, their children mustn’t to be that free. Narcissists only think of themselves and what they want and when they get it they want to keep and control it, that includes their children. I think that most narcissists see their children as opportunities to enhance their own image and ideally to become extensions of themselves. If they turn out to be the way they want then they’ll take the credit for creating them and for anything they do well. If they do better than them, they’ll show them off like prize possessions. Most narcissists will try to mould the child from the start. If however they stray away from how the want them to be, by showing interest in something they’re not interested in, doing something ‘wrong’ or showing any kind of rebelliousness or worst of all questioning or challenging the parent, they’ll likely be severely admonished for it. An example of this was my hugely ambitious narcissist (and alcoholic) ex mother in law. Her son (my ex husband) absolutely adored sport, particularly football which he showed a great talent for and as a young lad was selected for the junior team of a national football club. His mother considered footballers to be idiots and told him he was stupid for even thinking about being one; she wanted her son to be a politician and to rise to the position of prime minister. So she sent him to Winchester College, where his sporting talents were recognised and he became captain of the cricket team amongst other things but not once did his mother show any interest at all and eventually he gave up. She constantly criticised and slated him and she didn’t reward him with praise when he got top grades in academic subjects, she just told him he could do better. As a result he never felt good enough and despite trying there was nothing he could do to get her approval or any unconditional love. So he developed a narcissistic personality disorder and at the age of 12 began to drown his pain in drugs and alcohol.
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Another example is my own father. He’s a successful, self made businessman and now a multimillionaire and was a renowned philanderer to who age was of no concern. Women and girls to him were sex objects, things to be lasciviously commented on and often fondled, even his own daughters were. Females still are viewed by him in that way but, he’s lost his virility and is in his eighties and losing his marbles, so it happens fractionally less now. He was and still is terribly arrogant and proud of himself, spouting constantly about his achievements, how he helps others less fortunate than him (always with a caveat) and frequently flouted and showed off his wealth, but he didn’t share it with us kids three girls and one boy. He’d just do a lot of carrot dangling and making promises to give us hope! Our mum chucked him out when she discovered his affairs. Mum struggled to pay the Dinosaur T-rex I try to be good but I take after my grandma shirt so you should to go to store and get this bills but never told him how hard it was. To give him credit he did continue to pay for our private educations but his ambition for us girls never really amounted more than to us finding ourselves good husbands who’d take care of us. My interest and talent in Art would apparently get me nowhere and was scoffed at. I’d have loved to make a career out of it but he never believed I had the capacity to make a decent living out of it, at best he thought it could be a pleasant pastime. My main role was to be mother and wife, an obedient servant to my successful husband. Mine turned out to be even more controlling and narcissistic (and abusive) than he was and his “know it all’ and never enough attitude particularly when it came to money, meant he borrowed far more than he could ever repay and refused to listen to anyone’s advice or admitted to any mistakes, so failed to learn from them. As a result he has never made a success of anything and repeated his mistakes over and over again which in the end left us with not a penny; that’s when I finally chucked him out. My father went on to marry a girl I love her to bits who was three years below me at my school. I was in my early twenties by then. They had two daughters, the eldest of who showed interest in film. The chance of her becoming a young celebratory film maker appealed to my father’s ego.