Hello my friends. I'm on a path toward coming to terms with narcissist parent abuse from four narcissists, two biological parents and two step parents. Today I'm exploring the humiliating fawn responses that narcissist parent groom in their children, particularly eldest daughters. And particularly if that oldest daughter happened to be the oldest and only child of divorced parents, as I was. It is the ultimate gaslighting and resembles cult indoctrination or emotional waterboarding more than anything resembling childhood.
This subjugating of girls more prevalent in the time I grew up (1960s-1970s) than it is now, thankfully. But even then, I saw few other girls so degraded and demanded of by their parents. I had far more chores and expectations than anyone else I knew. Most of them constituted parentification, being made to raise their other children, co-sleep with them and do for them what were their parents' jobs. I was loaded down with heavy housework too young. I wasn't even given proper tools that if my parents were doing it, would have been provided: mopping floors on hands and knees, lugging a huge vacuum, scaling snow piles to take frozen diapers off the line. Being made to be sounding board to all my parents' inappropriate over-sharing, dumping and guilting. While being stuck in dangerous, unhealthy, unsanitary situations and being deprived of food, rest, comfort medical help, etc. These are just fragments of the many, disturbing things I was made to do.
If you need a more complete picture, check out some of my other posts. But what I'm focusing on today is how all this enslavement, abuse, neglect and invalidation trained me in very debilitating fawn responses. These trauma responses are core, muscle memory reactions that I've brought with me unconsciously into what passes for adulthood. Parentified children do not grow up normal and are lacking most of the essential transition skills. In short we look and often act too adult but we do it with damaged child brain. These trauma responses learned in our narcissist family cults do not transition well to real life. They make us look foolish and inept and pathetic.
1) Auto deferment to others. If anyone anywhere tells me to do something one way and I do it another, I feel intense shame and anxiety. If I say one thing and they say another I always feel wrong. It's knee-jerk. What made me aware of this was last night when my husband suggested to me how he cuts pizza and I didn't follow that. He wasn't ordering me around at all. But I immediately went into defend-apology fawn mode for "disobeying." I instantly felt like I'd failed basic pizza cutting. It wasn't about the pizza. It was about the fact that at 61, I'm still deferring to others on everything.
2) Pervasive shame-based self-subjugation, even in dreams. I have endless trauma dreams and nightmares every single night. Very frequently, I'm in a strange situation with unfamiliar people usually children, in which I'm expected to do impossible tasks, preparing mountains of food, cleaning filthy places while caring for dozens of kids in dangerous places, alone. I'm having to teach groups of kids with chaos. And someone is always angry or scolding on how I'm doing it, while not lifting a finger to help. They are actually making the situation unsafe. Even at 61 years old, I am always the learner, the servant who, while having to do these impossible tasks with no help or instruction. And who is then always faulted for not doing it "right." Even though I'm doing an amazing job considering. But all I feel is shame and failure. These are memories.
3) Fear-based silence and compliance. I go along with things I don't agree with, feel up to, or even can do, out of fear of reprisal. I go along to get along. Making waves terrifies me because I was terrorized by arrogant narcissist parents into thinking that "disobedience" to them was the ultimate in mortal sins. So I let them get away with all manner of egregious, outrageously wrong things.
4) I cannot say no. The thought of refusing sickens me. I choke on the word. I feel my stomach clenching just considering not doing what I am told. No matter how awful it makes me feel or how bad it is for me or how stupid the thing is.
5) Struggles with authority. Not the rebellious kind. I've never rebelled even when I should have. I am overly humble to it. Even the person is not in authority over me. Even if they're just an arrogant blowhard. I react like a cowed, frightened child. I'm a grown adult. I've raised a family, taught many children and cared for a baker's dozen of grandkids. I've been married for almost 40 years. But I still think a lot like a child who has been traumatized by manipulative, cruel bullies. Because I was.
6) Perma-grin. Also called the childhood trauma grimace, this is an instinctual placatory smile I pull. I've caught myself in my phone camera doing it. I flinch at any sound. I jump to ingratiate anything anyone says. I laugh at jokes that aren't funny so feelings won't be hurt. I humor and soothe and defend and do for even if I've nothing to give. I'm hypervigilant, over protective and always willing to body block anyone from harm. Because I always had to.
7) Emotional leprosy. I've been burned and cut and kicked and shocked so many times that I don't have normal self-protection skills. My nerve endings are damaged and don't register suffering until it is too late. A therapist once told me that I have a "scary high and dangerous pain tolerance."
8) Constant self-austerity. I make sure everyone has what they need or want and by the time I get around to myself there's nothing left. That happened quite frequently at home. As a kid, I was so busy serving selfish demanding people that by the time I went to get my own dinner there was none left. Because my narcissist parents didn't even provide enough. So I went hungry. I do without warmth so someone can have the blanket. I sleep on the edge of the bed. I give my coat away and then get sick from being soaked in the rain. I go short on sleep so others can have theirs. I don't say when something is so painful to me that I can't walk. I've sat in hard church pews, that back conditions created by child abuse, make uncomfortable and then limped away. I once went to a conference and after about an hour I was crippled with pain. I sat there all day long and didn't dare get up or walk around. It was only when a friend asked how my back was that I finally admitted to myself it was screaming with pain. It took till 3am for it to calm down. Because learned in childhood to power past pain and not tell the adults who were causing it.
9) Existing on the edge. I live in the leftover scraps of cookie dough so others can have the choice center section. I take the pieces that fell on the floor. I eat garbage so others can feast. I keep giving long after I've run out of things to give. I am hungry, cold, exhausted, burned out and still oppressed by guilt for not giving enough.
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