Learning to Trust Myself After Narcissistic Abuse

I was raised by narcissistic parents who taught me to doubt myself. Instead of teaching me how to think for myself and trust my intuition, they tried to train my independent thinking out of me. They also assumed that I was “sinful” and “evil” at my core and thought that it was their duty to keep me from expressing my “naturally wicked” self. In addition to that, I never felt safe as a child to express (or even possess) ideas contrary to their own because disapproval and manipulation would ensue. This behavior of theirs still continues to this day, with no respect given for any thought, idea, belief, or behavior that doesn’t align with their rigid view of the world. I learned quickly as a child to never dare to question their behaviors or choices, because being narcissists, they would shame me for questioning them or blame me for their faults. Even as I am now an adult, any accountability I hold them to for their actions and how they’ve hurt me has resulted not in heartfelt apologies, but instead gaslighting and villanizing of my character. To my parents, the only questioning or doubting that was appropriate was that which I directed toward myself. In my family, I was conditioned to believe that doubting myself and assuming blame was the virtue of humility, regardless of whether or not I was at fault. To judge my parents by their actions (rather than their skillfully manipulative words) and hold them accountable–that was abhorrent. I was just being ridiculous, “too sensitive”, and “not seeing things correctly”.

All of these parental behaviors trained me to believe that I was always mistaken if my ideas didn’t align with others and that my perception was always flawed. As a result, I believed for most of my life that I could never trust myself or my judgement and that I wasn’t good enough. Furthermore, my parents taught me to trust authority instead of myself–with themselves being the primary benefactors–so that they could control me and exonerate themselves of any responsibility for their mistakes or poor behaviors. The irony is that while my parents believe in obeying authority for themselves too (given their religiosity), due to their narcissism, they have actually been serving themselves as the ultimate authority in their lives. As I became older, I saw this inconsistency in their lives, but I dared not to challenge their hypocrisy. After all, they had trained me to fear their reprisal and doubt myself to keep me from ever holding them accountable. They could do whatever the hell they wanted and get away with it because they had emasculated their son of his self-trust and courage–at least for a while. It was all eventually going to backfire on them, as it usually does for narcissists.

A couple of years ago, in 2023, I had an awakening moment. I realized that I was living my life to please everyone else instead of myself, just like my parents wanted for their benefit and control. I saw how despite some of my needs being met, I wasn’t living from my heart and securing my wants and needs like a healthy person would. I began asking myself what I needed to feel good again, to be healthy, and to take proper care of myself. For the first few months, when I asked myself what I needed, I got very little response from my intuition. I started to realize that I had been detached from my emotional self and my intuition my entire life. In my research, I discovered that it’s common for children raised in toxic homes (where self-expression was punished with shame, disapproval, or rejection) to hide their true selves and repress their emotions to survive and maintain security within the family. I learned that children altering themselves like this is an evolutionary instinct to prevent separation from the family (and inevitably death) while they were still too vulnerable to fend for themselves. I too had instinctively made this adaptation in my childhood, learning to hide my true self and suppress my emotions, which my dad had taught me were “weak” anyway. Now that I was trying to call my buried heart to the surface, I got nothing–at least at first.

As I kept asking myself what I needed to better care for my exhausted, depressed, and anxious self, slowly my emotions began to surface and gently guide me toward better self-care and authentic living. My heart was like an abused child, beaten into silence, who was slowly learning how to talk again, but who still feared being punished for expressing himself. As time went on, my emotions cautiously began to tell me what I needed to take better care of myself, and eventually, they began to reveal to me more of who I was. I began to realize that I didn’t even know who I was. As I mentioned earlier, in my childhood I had been conditioned to repress my true self, my emotions, my wants, my needs and replace them with a false self–a shell meant for the survival of my childhood. Now, for the first time, I was beginning to discover my true self, something that should have happened in my childhood, but never did.

In this journey of emotional awakening and self-discovery, I eventually realized that my self-doubt was trained into me by my narcissistic parents. I was taught both by their christian religion and their irresponsible, insecure selves that I was always the problem and that my judgement was always wrong whenever it conflicted with theirs. Much to their chagrin, I started to realize that my intuition about them and their narcissistic toxicity had always been right. It finally dawned on me that–contrary to my parent’s conditional love, gaslighting, and disrespect for me–my true self was lovable, good enough, and worthy of being respected. I now understood that I had been manipulated into doubting myself entirely through their gaslighting and perpetual undermining of my confidence. For those who don’t know, gaslighting is an act of personal irresponsibility where a guilty person blames an innocent person for their mistakes. I woke up to this irresponsibility of theirs and saw how I had been the dumping ground for their mistakes my entire life. Being the narcissists that they are, they were unable to acknowledge their faults because they had to maintain the delusion that they were flawless to protect their insecure egos. The only problem with this is that the blame for their mistakes had to go somewhere. So, instead of being mature, healthy adults and taking responsibility for their actions, they chose to shift the blame onto me, choosing to destroy the developing self-trust of their child instead of looking into the mirror and facing themselves for who they really are.

My narcissistic parents chose to ruin me to protect themselves from seeing their own faults. I suffered decades of mental illness because of this. But now I know why I have doubted myself so much. Now I know why I have felt unworthy of love for so long. Now I know why I used to hate myself so much: I was convinced by my parent’s actions that I was an unlovable, untrustable, and unrespectable person.

I was never the problem. I was a victim of narcissistic abuse. And now, I choose to trust myself.