The Beginning

My Story, Life As An ACON

 

Me, 1967 A blank canvas

For all intents and purposes, my life should have been Golden. I was born in 1967 to a stay at
home young Mother and an older Father who lived off his trust fund from the money from his
mini-tycoon Fathers great business planning and companies.
My Father was an avid reader and lover of women and cars. My Father's family is mentioned in
the book, A History Of Kentucky. My Grandfather was instrumental in getting electricity into
parts of Tennessee.
My Mother was a former school teacher from a huge Ellis Island Ukrainian family from Scranton,
Pa... She was the supposed "Trophy Wife".
I had one older half sister from my Father's first marriage who I saw very sporadically, and a full
sister who was a year older.

 

We lived in a gorgeous split level home in the suburbs of Philadelphia with a 3 car garage, Florida
room, and full finished basement with kitchenette. The neighborhood was safe and there were
many kids around to play with. An Oscar Winner lived next door and a 1950s Gold and Platinum winning Doowop Rock Star lived around the corner...We had many extended family members and we were sent to
CCD and Vacation Bible School at the nearby Church.
My mother was home everyday I came home from school. She cooked all our meals and sewed
a lot of our clothes. We had Christmases with Santa and all the trimmings, Paska bread Easters,
and the Toothfairy.... We ate out often at my Uncle's restaurant and went to Philly shopping
with my Aunt Stacey...

 

Please note my much smaller pumpkin, foreshadowing of my life
In all of the family photos me and my sister were dressed alike and smiling.
The picture of perfection!
So what happened to this picture of perfection that 43 years later, I would have no contact with
my Mother, my sister would be dead from suicide and I'd be a complete basket case???
Well, in spite of all that perfection, there was one huge glaring sickness living in that gorgeous
split level home....

My Mothers Narcissism.
The problem with Narcissists is that if you are raised by one, people on the outside, and even
some family members, might look in and see the perfection but never notice the fact that no
true parenting or nurturing is being done.
Outsiders may peer in and they may see the clean house, the matching outfits, the homecooked
meals and the "exhausted" Mother...BUT what they don't see is that one child is wetting the
bed and experiencing anxiety from being bullied and the other child is becoming a Royally
Spoiled Brat and their mother is ignoring it all, So when issues inevitably start happening with
children who are raised by Narcissists, outsiders only see the "perfection" so they never delve
deeper, and they too believe its the kids fault. I'm hoping this part of this book makes teachers
or outsiders think and look and examine the deeper issues when so called "problem kids"
present themselves and won't further "abuse" the kids for their parent's problems.....

This is MY TELL ALL STORY...

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I can only show you the door. You're the one that has to walk through it. ~Morpheus