Monday, June 1, 2015
The Hoarding and Narcissistic Family Tree
Egads. I am still processing my relationship with my NPD, hoarding mother and am low to no contact with other relatives... Or so I thought.
One day post 46th birthday I was rushing home from a lovely Ethiopian late lunch with a friend and had to change into 'professional CEO lady' clothing to attend an evening dinner event. I rushed home, and was getting out of the car when my mobile rang. I had been talking to my staff about a shelter issue, so I answered without looking.
It was 'narcis-sister'. My 1/2 sister who was given up at birth and found us when I was 26. The thing that terrifies me is she is proof that there is a strong genetic link to this thing, with the narcissism, hoarding, and she is also struggles with Oxycontin addiction. I got the "Hey little sister, sorry I missed your birthday by not sending a card, so happy birthday, and by the way, [your mother's sister] went insane and is seeing bugs and lizards in her house, stayed over here with with me and called the police on me today for domestic abuse..." I explained that I thought that was unfortunate, but I needed to get dressed for a work event and ended the call. She asked me to call her back... Hope she is not holding her breath on that. She kept repeating she wanted to give me a heads up that I "will be getting a call" from my aunt.
Fast forward a couple of weeks. I had just left a dinner date with a gentleman I have seen a couple of times now, and had just left my polling place and went to the grocery store. I had just pulled in when my mobile rang. It was my aunt, who also scares me on the genetic link piece. She also is on the hoarding scale and is also demonstrates the clinical indicators of narcissistic personality disorder. I selected ignore on my phone, removed it from the holder on my dash, dropped it in my leather handbag, and entered the grocery store.
Now, there are a couple of things that could have happened... Perhaps I did not lock my iPhone, and the leather from my handbag was enough of a contact with the touchscreen to 'buttdial' my aunt back. I think the more likely scenario was she called, I hit ignore, she left the demanding voicemail that I retrieved later, and she immediately called back and my handbag 'answered'. Either way, I hear her shrill and demanding voice screaming my name. I knew if I disconnected her she would then continue to call my phone, and if I blocked her, would go to neighbors, etc. So I answered.
For over 40 minutes, other than my initial 'hello' and 'I have to go, I need to cash out my groceries' I said nothing. I did not have to... It was a solid monologue of made up drama. The short version is... She was hospitalized with her back, and she claims that some meds they gave her made her see dead people and dead bodies in her yard. She asserts the lizards, the rats, and the men talking under her windows at her home and at my sister's home was real. She states that she was in the mental health unit for 5 days, but she has papers proving she has nothing wrong with her, that it was the medicine, and she has most of the blankets and towels off the windows now. She states she is DONE with my sister, and told the story regarding the events that culminated in her calling 9-1-1. She also is angry at the 'wonderful strangers' that she has included in her will chose to leave when she started having 'problems' and have not been accessible since.
Ugh. Double ugh.
I think I have enough of this with my hoarding mother. I simply cannot, or will not, deal with 2 others, and I will not allow myself to be triangulated into their pettiness.
Hoarding. No one wins. No one.