By proceeding, I agree that I understand the following disclosures:
I. How We Work in Washington. Based on your preferences, we provide you with information about one or more of our contracted senior living providers ("Participating Communities") and provide your Senior Living Care Information to Participating Communities. The Participating Communities may contact you directly regarding their services. APFM does not endorse or recommend any provider. It is your sole responsibility to select the appropriate care for yourself or your loved one. We work with both you and the Participating Communities in your search. We do not permit our Advisors to have an ownership interest in Participating Communities.
II. How We Are Paid. We do not charge you any fee – we are paid by the Participating Communities. Some Participating Communities pay us a percentage of the first month's standard rate for the rent and care services you select. We invoice these fees after the senior moves in.
III. When We Tour. APFM tours certain Participating Communities in Washington (typically more in metropolitan areas than in rural areas.) During the 12 month period prior to December 31, 2017, we toured 86.2% of Participating Communities with capacity for 20 or more residents.
IV. No Obligation or Commitment. You have no obligation to use or to continue to use our services. Because you pay no fee to us, you will never need to ask for a refund.
V. Complaints. Please contact our Family Feedback Line at (866) 584-7340 or
[email protected] to report any complaint. Consumers have many avenues to address a dispute with any referral service company, including the right to file a complaint with the Attorney General's office at: Consumer Protection Division, 800 5th Avenue, Ste. 2000, Seattle, 98104 or 800-551-4636.
VI. No Waiver of Your Rights. APFM does not (and may not) require or even ask consumers seeking senior housing or care services in Washington State to sign waivers of liability for losses of personal property or injury or to sign waivers of any rights established under law.I agree that: A.I authorize A Place For Mom ("APFM") to collect certain personal and contact detail information, as well as relevant health care information about me or from me about the senior family member or relative I am assisting ("Senior Living Care Information"). B.APFM may provide information to me electronically. My electronic signature on agreements and documents has the same effect as if I signed them in ink. C.APFM may send all communications to me electronically via e-mail or by access to an APFM web site. D.If I want a paper copy, I can print a copy of the Disclosures or download the Disclosures for my records. E.This E-Sign Acknowledgement and Authorization applies to these Disclosures and all future Disclosures related to APFM's services, unless I revoke my authorization. You may revoke this authorization in writing at any time (except where we have already disclosed information before receiving your revocation.) This authorization will expire after one year. F.You consent to APFM's reaching out to you using a phone system than can auto-dial numbers (we miss rotary phones, too!), but this consent is not required to use our service.
*If I am consenting on behalf of someone else, I have the proper authorization to do so. By clicking Get My Results, you agree to our
Privacy Policy. You also consent to receive calls and texts, which may be autodialed, from us and our customer communities. Your consent is not a condition to using our service. Please visit our
Terms of Use. for information about our privacy practices.
Did you help your mom when the chips were down? Yes? That's more than a lot of people would do. That right there is something positive about YOU, who you are, to be proud of. Letting people shit on you isn't noble, it doesn't earn you points for 'good' behavior. That kind of behavior isn't good, it's self destructive. Before you ever try and interact with the world again, FIND YOUR LIMITS. Ask yourself, before you do a damn thing for others, what your motive is. Is your motive their admiration? Is your motive their approval? If it's anything like that, you're giving for the WRONG reasons. People give because that's all they want...to GIVE, to be KIND...and when you know you're doing it for the right reasons, you're at PEACE. I took care of my mom because I'm GOOD like that. I didn't require a thank you to know it. I hope you get to that peaceful place yourself. If I ever do any kindness for someone, it's because I'm kind, and that's all I need to ever know to be good with who I am.
I was at the grocery store months ago. An old man was ahead of me in line, obviously very poor. He couldn't pay for all of his food, and was starting to put some of it back. I paid for it for him. Did I want thanks? No. I wanted that old man to eat that roast chicken that night, that's all. lol :)
I've dealt with my mom, the Grand Narcissist, for 48 years. I've written down some ugly crap about it, about growing up as an only child with that, and some of the raw, ugly emotions the whole thing brought out of me...and created in me. Yeah, created. I wasn't born part demon, I was made part demon, I had to become part demon, literally, to...survive mentally intact, to survive period, and not end up in some rubber room in a psyche ward, twitching and gibbering away to yourself in a corner. Yeah, it can be that bad. A narcissist is like some kind of evil magician, and their type of power can be so clever, so subtle to almost be invisible, or they can be in your face, pounding you bloody. What's it gonna be today? You never know. Welcome to my world. I've been living it with my narcissistic mom since probably before I knew I was living it. If I ever sound like some kind of know it all when I give you strong, intense answers about how to handle these types, I apologize ahead of time, but I am my own so called expert, because how I handled it worked for me, how I beat the effects of an entire life with one of the Queen Bitches. I came out ahead. I'm at peace. PEACE, people. I don't have all that whacked out shit in my system, poisoning, killing me, anymore, that mess that my own mother put there. .
Anyway, stop owning your mothers/brothers/aunts/uncles/grandparents/friends/boyfriends/whoevers, bullshit. That's the first step to beating this, people, imo. Maybe you don't know it, but you've been programmed, like a robot, to get shit on. That programming in your mind is still there. It's still working. You'll have to work every single day of your life to shut that silent, deadly voice down and learn to recognize it, and SILENCE it by saying NO. You will never be free until you learn, some way, some how, that your 'whoevers', if they're evil, if they've done nothing but harm, are NOT YOU, and that YOU are just fine the way you are, thanks. Unless and until you know that down to your marrow, know beyond all doubt, that you are worthy of respect, YOU won't ever respect you, and neither will anybody else. That's why I'm always harping that you have to GRAB life, TAKE it BACK. It will not come to you. Those utter losers that are narcissists are not YOU. Wake up call....You aren't a bad person because 'whoever' said you were. Oh, they couldn't be pleased and you thought you were lacking? LOSE IT. Unless and until you do, you're like a rat in a trap, forever and ever stuck in mental chains. No. That is not acceptable. Break those chains or your 'whoever' will rule you and control you till the day you die. You want that? I damn sure didn't. For me, chains no longer exist. And thank the One for it.
I'm on the lookout for it, that negative voice that's mom's, 24/7, and will be for the rest of my life. I came out of those flames, and I came out at peace, because now I rule me, I am who I want to be but never could be. I decide whether or not I'm 'good' or 'bad', no body else. I decide if I'm going to have a good day, or a bad day, nobody is going to make my days bad, ever again.
Once you gain that mentality, that knowledge that utter freedom that you are NOT DEFINED by a narcissists words, you are NOT those hideous things that person said, you will NOT allow those things to rule you, own you, or define you, when you REJECT and EJECT that shit, when you finally decide that you're better than that and can find it within you to FORGIVE that poor, misguided, pathetic, SICK in the head, sap that tortured you, then you'll know PEACE. Just like care giving is a long, hard road, so is recovering from a narcissist. It can be done. It should be done. Don't own someone else's shit like it's your own. Throw it back where it belongs. On THEM.
My daughter and I attend CODA (CoDependancy) meetings. It helps, but the best thing to do is look at any given situation, decide if it will hurt you or make you feel bad to help another, and, if it does, then politely decline to help. Even feeling bad is a reason NOT to help. Now, I'm doing that, but I have to deal with the guilt that follows.
Yes, I probably have some narcissistic tendencies. After all, that was the "Mom" model I had. Both from Gram and Ma. I did probably try to parentalize my kids. I had a lot of issues while they were young, including alcohol and an alcoholic hubby. (Both of us quit years ago, and a lot changed.) So, since I cannot turn back time, I try to talk to my kids about what a narcissist is, what co-dependency is, and how it's better to think positive, be self aware of how we act and react. It's helped all of us as a family. My daughter and I are good friends at this point. My son is a joy to be around. My hubby is a pain, but he's also my main support and always wipes away my tears. He may never get out of his bed, but then I always know where he is. lol thinking positively again.
If I were you, I'd go to a CoDA meeting. There's usually a group or two in every city. Whatever you do, I wish you luck.
Lisa
My mother, unable to manage alone, begged me to come stay with her and, in a weak moment, I agreed, put my home up for sale and prepared to move. Three weeks later I was offered a much better job with more money and closer to home but I made the move anyway into four years of pure hell. In time I discovered that my NM had been telling anyone who'd listen that I'd lost my job and she "saved" me! I've gradually discovered more awful lies and, until I eventually set them straight, people believed the lies. She would rage at me all the time about the most trivial things but once her rage subsided it became evident that she'd heard of someone getting something nice or going on a trip and she was just insanely jealous.
She'd lived in that house for 12 years and not spent a penny on maintenance or upgrades such that it was really shabby and she refused to let anyone in. The woman next door, a recently retired single school teacher who kept to herself, she always referred to as "Old Fancy Pants". It irked me so much one day I had it out with her. In her view this woman should have offered to help her years ago but didn't. Over the years she was seen by neighbours dressed to the nines, walking her dog, going out in her car. When I pointed out she sure didn't look like she needed help her response was that "she should have offered because I'm old". The neighbour was diagnosed with breast cancer and I popped a note in her mailbox to let me know if I could help. Along with friends and relatives, I drove her to the treatment centre 3 or 4 times and of course that caused my NM to go right off her rocker because she wasn't the centre of attention.
The neighbour eventually passed away and I, along with several of the neighbours, attended her funeral. My mother refused to go "Just tell them I'm not feeling well".
I came to Canada from the UK in 75 with a job, 2 suitcases, $100 and a roof over my head for a week. A few years later she uprooted my poor father, who was leaving family behind, and came here as well. I worked 2 jobs for some years to become established and bought my first tiny house in 88. Of course it was sneered at "what a dump", as was every home I've had over the years. If I had a boyfriend I got "He's just after MY money", i.e. I was worthless and no-one could ever want me for myself.
These are just a few examples. I could go on for hours. She's been in a NH for the past year, broke a hip in May and has been in a wheelchair ever since. A week ago she had a stroke and is now deemed palliative. I currently live in a small house on 2 acres in the country, 15 mins from the NH. I've been struggling with why I feel absolutely nothing but looking back at over 60 years of hell from the NM I've come to the conclusion that there's no reason I should feel anything at all. I've decided to visit just once a week and concentrate on rebuilding my life.
Well it's been a year and I am so happy to have created this site for so many to unload and have an outlet. When I first wrote this blog I was curious and very distraught emotionally. I wanted to see if I was the only one who had a NM. Apparently I am not. I read many of your comments, stories and it amazes me how prevalent this deli ma is.
Here is the update of my situation with "Mommy Dearest". In order to understand this, you must go back to my blog and read the beginning.
After Mom left in Jan. 2013 I did not speak to her for 8 months. I deleted all calls. Slowly I recovered and began to melt. I had many Ocean view dialogues with myself. What does that mean? Almost every weekend I would go to the Ocean sit by the shore and write in my Books. I have been writing since I was 18 years old. During this time I began to reflect and ask myself how I would feel if she died. I guess my empathy goes much further than hers.
I started to take her calls. I was cool and factual. She did not understand why I did not talk to her. I reminded her and she said she did not remember. How convenient. The calls became more frequent, she was reeling me in. She never failed to end a call with crying and stating how lonely and scared she was that she would die and nobody would know she was dead. I reminded her that she has driven most people away.
In November 2013 I made a decision to leave my job in California because I was 5 years away from my children and grandchildren and I decided to return to Chicago. I officially returned Dec.14th, 2013 but I did not tell my Mother. I communicated via cell phone. As far as she was concerned I was in California.
Than on Dec.30th on her Birthday I went to her house and surprised her. She was shocked and delighted. I told her I was in town and I might stay.
All goes well for about a week and than the demon in her starts. She has not changed. She is still nasty as can be, but I have taken a different stance. I do not let her antics affect (misspelled my title word) me any longer. When she starts, I immediately tell her that I am not putting up with her nastiness and I will be leaving if she doesn't stop. It grinds her that I have this power. She has been recently told by the Doctor that she has Emphysema, due to her smoking.
The following day after she has been told that she has the disease, she lashed out at the Doctor stating that he poked around her body and did not do anything. I reminded her that the Doctor told her that she has Emphysema and she damaged her lungs permanently and it's not a pretty picture when the end comes. She just sat there dumbfounded.
I know my Mother wants me to live with her and be around to take care of her, but I will avoid that with a 10 foot pole. She has a Nurse and a cleaning Lady offered by the State. The Doctor has stated that she can not live by herself. So, I will seek out a Lawyer and get information as to what I should do. My Mother's mind is still in tact, although there are signs that she is forgetting a bit. I will wait and observe how she is doing. I am waiting for her to be more docile so I can deal with her better. The time will come, I have to be patient.
There are so many other incidences, to many to write about but I think everyone knows that this is not a cake walk for me. As awful as this sounds believe it or not I looked up how long does a person live when they have been diagnosed with Emphysema. I need to know the process, I need to know what am I in for. By the way she also has a Heart condition due to the stress on her breathing. Plus she has many other health issues. But her mind and mouth is still working, nasty as ever. She chews everyone out. Everyone from the Doctors Receptionist to the Cashier at the Grocery store. Nobody is immune. Some times I stand there and observe her and shake my head. This is a person who has been born like this and quit frankly she just is who she is. I on the other hand want to help her on a minor scale for I have to protect myself from her abusive behavior. And the most important fact is this, how will I be affected once she is dead. Will I be relieved or guilt ridden for not doing more than I could have.
I am going to visit her today and each time I do, she greets me with a sourpuss. Now isn't this special folks. LOL
As the drama continues I will keep all of you posted.
Best to you all,
Midwest
And to the last comment from anonymous203640, please stick to the topic, this blog is not for political, economical or media views, even though you may feel it does.
Question to you: Since your mother passed you said "Fortunately", so I can assume you are relieved? Correct?
She's been in the NH over a year now, broke a hip in the spring and had another stroke a few months ago which seems to have knocked the stuffing out of her. Now unable to sit up or stand, slurred speech and unable to even write her name, she's mostly bed ridden, her Parkinsons is a lot worse and her dementia is extreme.
She's been unable to dial the phone for a long time and for a while now if I call her I can't understand her. I'm the only one who calls or visits and, when she had a lucid moment or two, she agreed to have her phone cut off, which I did. On visiting her yesterday she was convinced it was my phone that was cut off and how would the NH reach me. It took a long time to get her to understand.
The NH calls me for every little thing - 4 calls late Christmas eve alone - and I was becoming so anxious dreading the phone ringing I've turned the ringer off so that any call goes to voice mail. If she tries to get out of bed (again) and falls (again) and is carted off to hospital (again) I won't immediately be bombarded with phone calls and feel the need to rush out on icy, snowy, pitch black country roads in the middle of the night. At her age and with her issues another bad fall may well be the end of her and there's nothing I can do but sit in some hospital waiting room all night ... been there, done that so very many times.
She also wanted to know my full address but I would only give her the village name. In her demented state I don't want her telling staff exactly where I live and making up stories so I end up with the cops on my doorstep - she did that once 20 years ago when she was perfectly sane ... it was just a control thing.
How will I feel when she dies? Nothing more than I feel now, somehow sorry for her that as an A1 NM she ruined her life and that of anyone who had the misfortune to cross her path. I don't think she's ever been happy in her entire life and I hope she finds some peace on the other side.
She wants her ashes scattered in a large public park where she used to live, at a spot where my father's ashes are scattered and those of some of her beloved dogs. I'll have a bench and tree planted there and donate some money to animal rescue in memory of them all.
With a hip replacement I pretty much hibernate in winter and I'm spending my home time planning on improvements to the homestead (wee cottage and 2 acres) and getting out and about to rebuild my life, which ended 5 years ago.
At this point, I am now pulling my hair, for Mommy Dearest has decided to go to the Cook County Clerk by herself. Despite the fact I told her the elevator is out due to recent electrical outage due to our blizzard. She promptly took off and went down the stairs with her walker. I offered to go and take care of the exemption but she trusts no one, she is the only one who can do it. Can you imagine the drama I am going thru. So my dear, fret no more, we who are stuck with these mental vampires have to simple put on a coat of arms. The corker is that when she left I discovered that she forgot the papers for the exemption, so can you imagine what its going to like when she gets home. To be continued...................
I have been in counseling all my adult life and finally have realized she is the cause of my problems. She has tainted the way I react to the world.
Please cut this relationship off ASAP for everyone's benefit. Don't let the kids around her. PERIOD. This is some of the worst abuse but flies under the radar. If the children had a bruise you would see it, but there is no overt evidence. MENTAL CRUELTY damages the soul.
Surviving an NPD parent takes grit, guts, and a really thick skin. You may not even be aware that you are developing these things because it feels like the oppisite. You feel weak, incapable, wrong, and end up second guessing literally everything.
The kids growing up under an NPD parent need love, patience, encouragement, nourishment for their self esteem, praise, and the ability to self-determine as much as is safely possible. Cultivate opinions and stop saying "I'm sorry but..." in front of every statement.
Time, distance, the willingness to work on yourself, the realization therapy is really important no matter how it comes, and permission to be human will get you out from under this curse. It's really hard. REALLY hard.
The death of this parent doesn't end all the negative either. It makes the past more complicated to deal with. It does not resolve any feelings. It changes nothing on the surface. I am trying to think ahead for the time when my NPD mother is gone and to prepare myself for that time. Everyone in my life who knows how she was will just assume that Poof! It's all better now. I don't expect them to understand the lingering toxic legacy an NPD parent leaves in their wake.
He was exactly right about all. I am much less stressed since I quit going to see her. He says I have PTSD and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. All caused by my horrible childhood. I am 64. My childhood was a very long time ago but the damage is all still there.
She has caused problems between my children always. Pitted my children against each other. Played favorites big time. Would send boxes of items for only one child out of four. Not a crumb for anyone else. ..
She told one child she hated him and never wanted to lay eyes on him again. She had always hated him even when he was a little boy. When I would try to talk to her about it, she said he was too loud.
Lately she blamed me for having to live with my alcoholic father. ..even though she admitted she could remember me begging her to get us away from him as early as when I was four. But "it was all for me" that she lived with this physically and verbally abusive tyrant. Everything is my fault you see. ..her personal scapegoat always.
Well, enough said. Like I said you are not alone.
Midwest
I'm sorry to hear you go through the same. It will make us stronger. Family dynamics never go away or get better. She's always been this way to me...it's only worse now. May I ask how do you feel now? You mentioned you mom "was", so am I to assume she's passed? I'm sorry if so. What lasting effects does it have on you?
Sandwich42plus, thank you for the wonderful information you provided. Please continue if you want. I am a researcher. And boy do I! It helps me from thinking about my pain.
I have bored you both enough. Good day! Hope to talk to everyone later.
RVSP578
I know you can't really compare one addiction's effects/consequences with another's, but many of the things she's now having to deal with are the result of not choosing a healthier life. She didn't smoke or drink, though, so that's something...
I have questions about Dementia if you or anyone else would like to answer. My mom's anger outbursts, accusations, blaming, etc., I have been told these are signs of Dementia. Are these some of the signs? I have read that alcohol itself can cause Dementia.
looloo, again, please accept my apology. I feel terrible.