Crafting Narratives that Resonate Deeply

I was born in 1977, and at that time, the concept of “narcissism” was often limited to the image of a beautiful woman sitting on a tuffet, admiring her reflection in a mirror while the world passed her by. If only it were that simple.

My name is Jason, and I was raised by a narcissistic mother. No, she didn’t spend her days staring into a mirror. Instead, she regularly put me in danger, ignored me during some of my most difficult times, and placed me in some of the most perilous situations imaginable. Meanwhile, I watched her treat my brother as if he were a perfect, infallible angel, no matter what he did.

Inside, you’ll find stories of what I later learned as an adult is called “narcissistic abuse.” This is what I endured as a child and continued to face well into my twenties. I often felt alone, believing that no one could understand because no one had a mom like mine or stories about their parents that I could relate to.
It is my hope that if you have dealt with a mother like mine, you will realize you are not alone and may see yourself in these stories.