6 or 7 years ago, I finally went “no contact” with my family of birth; something I should have done the day I turned 18. Since then, there’s been a steady dissolving of many assumptions I’d carried into adulthood. It hasn’t been a road-to-Damascus, scales falling from my eyes experience; more like a failing iceberg, with many small sheerings over time, and a few big ones. One of my epiphany moments was reading up on “traits of a narcissistic parent (or mother)”. Wow. Brigid doesn’t qualify by meeting 6 or 7 of the 10 criteria. It’s as though she deliberately sought to break new ground of insanity and malevolence in every category. Perhaps the most acute expression of her narcissism has been her fiendish work at isolating everyone around her. This is one of a few areas where my anger has gradually moved from Mombo the Wonderful™, and focused more on Dear-Ole’-Dad. Brigid’s level of mental illness is clearly beyond the point where she should have been prevented from being alone with and raising children. I’m starting to understand the collapse of our family as more of a systems problem. Brigid the parent and middle class housewife never should have happened. Somebody or somebodies should have stopped that train.
In my birth family, I’m the oldest of 4 kids. The youngest, my brother, has his share of problems but has managed to carve out a decent life for himself. He has a stable marriage, and a good network of friends and associates. And he’s a all-around good person; agreeable, yet capable of setting boundaries. We 3 oldest are catastrophes, who’s lives never got off the ground. 4 interconnected people = 7, 2 person relationships between them. Among us 4, 1 of those 7 connections is functional. The rest of us either aren’t on speaking terms or just barely tolerate each other. We’re also mostly cutoff from extended family despite having quite a few cousins, uncles and aunts. My 2 sisters and I have very few friends, and none of the long-term variety, few to no professional associates and a generally horrible track record of making and keeping people in our lives. My 2 sisters have never had a serious romantic relationship with anyone, ever. This hyper-isolated nature of our family is perhaps its most striking feature.
This can’t be attributed to genetics; certainly not entirely, nor is it the result of happenstance or bad luck. Our isolated family is the product of Brigid’s mentally ill and anti-social behaviors, and the unwillingness of anyone to check them. From my earliest memories, Brigid badmouthed myself and siblings to everyone, including one another. She relentlessly badmouthed us to Captain Enabler, and him to us (for a while anyway, but that died down by the early 90’s). Whoever wasn’t in the room or on the other end of the phone got a badmouthing from Brigid to whoever was.
And she badmouthed us to everyone else. This is of several “things” where her horrid nastiness and need to offload the brooding inspired steam she’d built up against whomever (us in this case) was so intensive that she made herself look bad. She’d badmouth us to friends, parents of our friends, relatives, teachers, school administrators, coaches, romantic partners….she’d do this whenever the opportunity presented itself……….at every available opportunity. This wasn’t an occasional habit of her.
Explaining this trait of hers has caused some confusion with a few therapists I’ve worked with over the years. Why would a mother, even a highly narcissistic mother, do such a thing? Aside from destroying any trust between herself and her kids, wouldn’t she know how terrible that would make her look? An overlapping feature of her sociopathic behavior is extremely low self-awareness, and an equally poor inability to gauge the likely consequences of her actions or how others will respond to her.
She feel, feels, feels………..angry, angry, frustrated, frustrated….ahhhhh!!!……….. and then, what’s the person on the other end of the phone for if not to imbibe her head full of brooded rage?
A fortunate and chance contact I made with someone 4 years ago, after my first salvo of blogs, helped me understand Brigid better by helping me understand how others saw her. She was thought to be a crazy woman by most everyone who knew her, and her proclivity for bad mouthing her own children was an oft-spoken of element of that reputation. Who does that? It’s like a manager who badmouths their employees to customers, only worse. The enlightening contact (I’ll refer to them henceforth as person A) thought that Brigid’s tendency to badmouth her kids was a cry for help and sympathy; perhaps hoping that others would be more likely to drive her children around or watch over us more. During Brigid’s childhood, that is the world that Brigid’s parents created for her. Her only responsibility was to express her feelings – mainly her negative feelings – and they did whatever they could to make those bad feelings go away. It seems as though she grew to see the rest of humanity in this way.
Brigid has attempted to smear me to literally every friend and girlfriend I’ve ever had who she’s been able to contact, and has often lied to them about me. She’s often lied to the friends and associates of my siblings as well in her relentless pursuit to isolate. It would take 10,000 additional words to flesh this out in the most cursory way. One minor example: After my Air Force basic training, Brigid and dummy attended the graduation, and later took us and a friend out to dinner, during which Brigid hush-hush badmouthed me to this friend and future colleague of mine. Her behavior in this area is so insane and audacious that it’s hard for others to believe.
I saw some of this behavior in her late, skitzo brother. Whenever a new person would enter the scene………someone he was buying or selling something to….a new neighbor……anyone……..one of the first things he’d do was talk about the problems he had with all the folks in the world he didn’t like, and what he thought was wrong with them. I’m pretty sure that part of that was “testing” Like Brigid, he had some notion that the world of grievances he’d nurtured over the years wouldn’t be shared by many, and so needed to see if this potential new contact would be on board with it all. When person A was discussing how Brigid’s reputation with me, she said something particularly interesting: She was known to give long winded, very dramatic and obviously rehearsed monologues about things……..out of nowhere. Whether talking to someone individually or in groups, these rehearsed cinematic exultations would explode suddenly. They often had nothing to do with anything being discussed otherwise, and involved people and events who nobody else knew a thing about……..but I’m getting a little off topic here. That’s the subject of another blog.
Another of her favorite isolating tactics was making up things that others had said. She’d routinely tell us that relatives, neighbors, parents of friends etc., were just shocked-I-tell-you-shocked(!!!!) when told of our horrible behavior, and encouraged Brigid to punish us far more severely that she did. These were among the countless bald-faced lies she’d tell. She’d make up stories about how neighbors had called her and told her how slowly I was raking the yard……or whatever.
Brigid very actively and energetically prevented us from getting any kind of therapy as kids, and absolutely refused to take part in family therapy. Dear-ole-dud managed to get her to go to one session, after which she refused to go to anymore. This was despite the obviously insane atmosphere of our family and her constant tantrums about how awful everything was and how she couldn’t take it anymore. Despite being told dozens of times by teachers, school administrators and others, that one or more of us kids had behavior problems and should see a therapist, Brigid made absolutely sure that it never happened, save for a single instance of 1 sibling, when it became absolutely necessary during their later high school years. And when that took place, Brigid arranged for her to see a therapist Brigid knew and tried to control. When I was seeing a therapist in college, I made the mistake of mentioning this to her. She somehow managed to track him down, called him and badmouth me to him.
The most obvious driver behind all of this, is that Brigid has always been well aware that others would find her behavior toward her children horrifying, if they knew about it. To address that issue, she took a two-pronged approach of telling fabricated stories about our time together “And so I jumped down the stairs, and all the kids yelled MOMBO!” and badmouthing us relentlessly to everyone. As I now understand, keeping others from knowing how she treated her kids put her in a state of perpetual paranoia.
This touches on a oft pondered question regarding the behavior of bad people…….
“If someone deliberately hides their behavior, is that not proof that they know what they’re doing is wrong?”
In most of the discussions I’ve seen on this topic, people agree that it is, but I think they’re wrong. If Brigid’s behavior can be generalized (and I think it can to some degree), the bad behaving person thinks that others just won’t understand, and fear they might suffer unjust consequences if they were found out. Using the social norms or accepted ideas of those around us, isn’t a good gauge to hold this question to. Consider an extreme example: Someone rescuing Jews from deportation during WW2, or operating the underground railroad prior to the American Civil, hid their behaviors as best they could because they feared the consequences of exposure, to themselves and those they were helping. Fearing the consequences of exposure isn’t an acknowledgement of wrongdoing.
The basic “standard component” parts of a human brain that equip us with a sense of guilt when we’ve violated norms that make collective existence possible, just aren’t there in Brigid’s mind. She never asks herself if she’s done something wrong or harmed someone. If she has, she thinks only of how they certainly deserved it. She only wonders if there might be negative consequences for her.
But back to the nitty gritty……….
This is one issue where I’ve recently thought more about Brigid’s attending court eunuch and less about Brigid. How in the hell did he allow this to happen? By all accounts and appearances, he grew up in a very healthy and well connected family. How did he allow this level of sadness and isolation to take place? Unlike Brigid he’s very intelligent, and intelligent people are often harder to figure out. Still, it doesn’t make sense. There was something or somethings else at work. When backing up and considering how things evolved, the shadows don’t move right with the sun of Dear-ole’-dad.
One part of this, was that he seems to have set his mind to not considering the things Brigid did and said while he was out of earshot. To him, it’s as though those things don’t exist. The most awful and underhanded things Brigid does to her kids have always been when he’s not been around, and he seems to have taken a viewpoint of not thinking about or factoring for them . I suppose that explains part of it, but it’s certainly not the whole onion. The chaos, irresponsibility and neglect of Brigid’s first 5 or so years in Connecticut were so extraordinary that there’s no way he didn’t catch wind of at least some of it. Had she behaved the same way now, there would have certainly been a call or knock on the door from a social worker……a rare thing in an upper middle class American suburb, but she was that nuts. If the great enabler was ever really checked in to his family, he seems to have checked out at some point. During my first 5 years of life, he was on active, full time Air Force duty, then moved to flying as an airline pilot (leaving Brigid alone for days and occasionally weeks at a time), and then to a more-than full time job that required an hour’s commute in each direction, plus occasional working weekends and deployments. His demeanor towards his family was like that of an Alzheimer’s patient………confusion, frustration and the occasional flat smile when he thought that maybe something was going well. His role in this is one of the great wonders of my life, and I’ve accepted that fact that I’ll likely never understand it.