I could not wait to get out of home. I had a mother who was always had to be the center of attention. No matter what I did, she could do it better. She was a class act, and everyone watched her. She was the show pony and there was no room for me or anyone else. I grew up thinking that was how I was supposed to act. Until in high school—the kids there let me know that was not acceptable. My confidence was shattered and I became a recluse. I would spend most lunchtim
e, in the library, reading. I believed that I was safer there than making a fool of myself with the other kids. I felt that I was unworthy.
Years later, I came across an article on the narcissistic personality—and there she was. I was reading about her. That was when a light went on for me. I don’t get nearly as many nightmares as I used to. University is actually fun now. Getting away from home was the best thing I ever did for myself. I am still a little shy sometimes but that is better than showing off. No-one likes a show off.