Hello. So, I have a narcissistic father that's very controlling and very selfish, and I'm 17(Turning 18 in August next year), and I plan on moving out the second I become 18. Only a few problems though...
What if my father decides to hurt himself and then call the cops and frame me for it?
2. What if he tries to hold me hostage and then beat me to the point where I can't physically move and I'm forced to stay with him?
3. What if he decides to kill me before I can leave?
Narcissists can do anything to you and get away with it.
Also, I have a MAJOR problem with two narcissists here on Tumblr. They are both artists, and since July of last year, they and their flying monkeys have been on a smear campaign against me, and they're trying to find my new account, so they can try to destroy what little joy I get from being on here sometimes. The are very determined and very obsessed with "spreading the truth" about me, including one narcissist that claims to "hate abusers to the core," while taking part in baiting, verbal, emotional, and psychological abuse that another narcissist started against me. I'm also apparently their scapegoat now; whenever they get criticized about their behavior, it's apparently "always me."
Any tips for dealing with fandom-wide smear campaigns and covert malignant narcissists online?
Okay, so based on your ask, I can tell that you've been through some extreme scenarios and that fearing the worst, most insane action from your father, is common and normal in your case, and you have to be ready for it.
If your father tries to frame you for injury that he inflicted, you need to have an alibi. If you can prove you were in a different place, different address, with someone else knowing where you are, there's no trace of struggle on you, no trace of fighting with him, he won't be able to prove it.
If he tries to hold you hostage as an adult, I believe police should be on your side here; in a case this extreme you should be able to access the services of a violence center. The thing is, I don't believe this to be extremely likely because in this case, if he's caught, he'll face jail time. Narcissists will do extreme things to keep you at home, but they're very aware that if they're caught doing extreme violence, beating someone bloody or holding them hostage, that it would incriminate him, and make him look very very bad. Once he tries to keep you like that, he would have to prevent you from escaping forever, and it would be near impossible to keep you like that forever, you'd eventually be able to escape and tell everything to the police. That would be a very scary scenario for him. Narcissists usually do these extreme things to children, expecting children to not be able to remember, verbalize, understand it's not normal, or to tell anyone, small children are the only safe targets for such extreme violence. Once you have cognitive function and enough understanding of language and human rights that you can tell you're being held hostage, they'll unlikely do to it as directly; they'll try to guilt you, lower your confidence, sabotage you from getting a job, trigger you in vital moments, convince you that you'll die if you leave. They'll use more covert tactics that can be disguised as 'concerned parent' or 'obsessively attached parent' rather than to incriminate themselves. Still, I don't know your father, and it's possible he might just be completely insane; in that case you need to have it in writing, that if you disappear, this is who is holding you, send that to your friends or anyone you know, with instructions to call the police.
Again killing you would have him face jailtime, so it's unlikely unless he's just completely insane, or if you running away also means jailtime for him because you already have too much atrocities to tell. In that case you need to pretend that you have no intentions of leaving, and try to act like you're resigned to stay, like you're planning all kinds of things from home - until the very moment when you can be away and in location he can't reach. If he isn't suspecting that you're trying to get away, he won't have time to prevent it or to try to murder you. You should plan your escape when he's not at home, pretend you're going just to the store or to visit someone, or something inconspicuous, have a bag of your stuff stashed outside where you can grab it without being seen, and jump into a car/cab/train/vehicle where someone can take you to safety. Don't tell your final location to anyone. Block his number. Answer your phone to other people, at least for first week, so they can't report you missing. But don't let them lecture you or tell you that you should be going back home, only reply so they know you're safe.
If anyone else has more experiences like this and better advice, please share, I only know escaping and then keeping my location hidden from everyone, and using a fake name so I cannot get found.
I'm sorry about the smear campaign, best I can advise is to not engage. Sadly there's no anti-measure that really works, if you don't engage at least they can't tell which part of the campaign actually triggers you and makes you feel awful. I suspect the real-life situation is much more urgent, but it sucks they ruined your online space as well.
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Heyo guys!
Since my friend made a post about it, I figured I should make a separate post of it as well that could hopefully grab the attention of more of you out there. Especially since it's now not only become a recurrent issue for myself, but millions others like me; whose voices and pleas for help are often met with silence and no aid when it's needed more than ever.
My friend made this with the hopes it would get the attention of a lot of people. And the few that have so far responded, with boosting my signal, it's truly appreciated.
So, I figured I'd best give my story here.
For those who know me, they know that I've been through this before, not that long ago. For those that don't:
This isn't my first rodeo with my dad. This isn't his first offense, and I doubt it'll be his last. But, even my boyfriend commented that it's really like I'm Cinderella.
Which, would make my family Lady Tremaine and her daughters, Anastasia and Drizella.
Surprised?
Yeah, not the most fun people to have in your life as family, let alone be analogous to your own.
But, for at least my brother on the matter, he doesn't mean to intentionally be cruel- if anything, he is just trying to survive from becoming the next target. Which, I get entirely. I oftentimes do the same for when a fight breaks out between my bio father and my stepmom.
But, that's besides the point-- the fact that they are even akin to that family dynamic is absolutely atrocious.
I'm often seen as a black sheep in my nuclear family- a dark horse, a scapegoat, pariah, outcast; hell, I'm almost synonymous to fucking Bruno Madrigal from Encanto, with a little bit of even Luisa for that matter with how bad her anxiety is.
Sure, that sounds pretty awful, but that's like, a surface-level perspective of who I am and what I've been through. And I'm not gonna give you my whole life story here, but, as my grandma would always famously say:
So, here are the said facts (bullets are Bruno related, indents are Cinderella)-
People used to see me as a gifted child when I was little, y'know? Like, my talents had no bounds. My way of being so empathetic and friendly to even the most awkward stranger was renowned by my extended family. I was awkward with communication, and often was very blunt but honest when talking to people, but I was a happy kid. And it's not like I'm not seen for my talents now, but they're brushed to the side more now as an adult because "you can't be living in a fantasy".
Since my dad and stepmom started living together, I've been made to become the maid of the house, doing most chores because the boys won't do it and my stepmom is incapable of handling all the chores and dishes on her own, so she's dumped most things onto me as a "way of covering for part of your rent". Which, I still have to pay upwards of 660-880 a month for. For one small room and a bathroom. For wifi use. And I still have other bills to pay, like for my car, insurance, credit cards, and stuff like that.
It wasn't until I was starting in my teens that my dad saw me very differently. I would often lie to try and keep the peace, because I feared that telling the truth would only hurt everyone more.
I started failing in math; I never got a grade higher than a C-average after sixth grade, because the teacher that year not only made me look like an idiot, but several times painted me as a villain and treated me like I was evil. Simply for standing up for myself amongst a group of classmates who would often bully me
I have little to no privacy in my own room. The only time I do is when I sleep, and that's even temporary at best. My father will routinely inspect my room and if it's not meeting his standards, he has me clean it or threatens kicking me out onto the street because he won't let me live in this house if I can't "do what I am required to do in order to keep living here" shit I wish I actually wish I had recorded him saying fr
He's taken off my door several times in the past as a punishment for not "adhering to his rules"- not okay as a teenager, even more not okay as a fucking twenty-four year old adult
(literal screenshots from conversations with my dad below)
My bio dad started seeing me less as an honest and good person, because during my sixth grade years and beyond I'd struggle with being honest with myself, let alone my parents, about my personal and educational issues.
I've had to be the one to call out when things aren't right, and be shut down for it. I've been the one to call out my family's bullshit, only to get side-swept with the realization my perception of how they treat me is cuz they do believe something is inherently wrong with me for retaliating.
I'm often accused of mishearing things- like, my parents will say one thing, and then the next day, or weeks or months later, when I repeat that statement, they go and say "Oh, I never said that."
I've walked out of my parents' lives once. It only lasted two weeks, but I did have to take a step back from it all. Because I could see what it was doing to everyone in my family. And I love my family, despite their shit. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna walk out again- in fact, I'm working on a way to do so.
I relate more to pets and small children and even teens than I do older people.
I still have anxieties and fears over my talents and what I'm capable of, thinking I'm not good enough or that it's just the same old thing. The difference is I know it's not, and I know I'm worth more than this.
I have always liked the color green, and it was always a more mysterious color more than an evil or menacing color.
I often have had foresight of future events and get deja by when they do happen. Though, other times I just notice things going awry and I try to warn others of like, a possibility that they don't want to accept.
I lost friends and people who I actually enjoyed being around because of how I was growing up, and it was until I became an adult that part of it wasn't even my fault. A lot of the kids noticed my parents and didn't want to be around that kind of behavior with adults, because they could sense what I couldn't at the time, which was that my parents' behavior towards me was absolutely uncalled for, and rather controlling.
I was only recently properly diagnosed with Autistic Spectrum Disorder and ADHD; but before then, as an adult, I had more difficulty talking. Difficulty expressing how I felt. Trouble with finances. Being in the right headspace. Being able to take a step back and be like "whoa, now hold on- pointing fingers at me is only going to point three right back at you, let's not assume shit here". And it took a lot of support from my support systems and my boyfriend- @constant-state-of-self-discovery - to get a truly more accurate diagnosis. Cuz I've had three different diagnoses over the years, with the third being my most accurate one but I digress
I have echolalia and repeat funny phrases, hum music, etc.
When my brother was born - and I hate to use this comparison, but - almost immediately he became the Golden Child of the family dynamic. I was ten when he was born- and yeah, that's unfair for a baby, toddler, and little kid. But flash forward to when he's a bigger kid, when he's in his pre-teen stage and now a fourteen year old, who's gotten more educational advantages than I was ever offered or even given when asked. Who has had more positive experiences with his parents than I ever did. Who got the chance to actually go to the highschool he wanted to without having to worry about who I was really zoned for. Who is getting to work on his passion and talents. Yeah, that's totally not favoritism there.
I draw. I write. I legitimately can see myself voice acting one day.
I have often proved my family members both right and wrong about things in their lives, but I'm still the bad guy. Interesting how that works.
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See, these are the facts that just have me relating to just Bruno and Cinderella alone, with how my life is. There's plenty of other shit to add on about my stuff, but that's enough dirty laundry to get the ball rolling.
The fact of the matter is this: I cannot live in such a place like this anymore. And if anyone can help, I'd seriously appreciate whatever cash, boosting, reblogging, sharing that can be done.
I'm tired of living a life like this. I want to move forward. I want to start my next chapter, away from abuse.
And I'm really hopeful for the first time ever that something good might come out of this.
(thank you @savythenillerwaffer , @nystiaa , @oswinunknown , and @anne-of-crows for reblogging along with the others who have spread the word.)
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