I am feeling really depressed, and have no one to talk to. I'm sort of stuck in no man's land between being a cult survivor and survivor of narcissistic abuse. I sometimes attend an online cult survivor's support group, who have been very supportive in helping me understand that my experience was a cult, even if it wasn't an organized one. (Two families: mine and my mom's sister's, living back to back, no boundaries between the household, all 4 kids had 4 parents, all 4 parents had 4 kids, essentially, was raised as though my highly abusive cousins were siblings, out of 8 people, including myself, there were 5 malignant narcs, 3 overt, 1 covert, and one a mixture of both -- the golden child, I was the scapegoat for it all.)
I started listening to cult survivors and realized there is a lot I have in common with them over and above the issues of someone who grew up with a single narc in a traditional nuclear family. We share some issues, of course, but not everyone knows what it's like to be brainwashed by almost everybody in your orbit, to be shunned by your entire family when you try to acknowledge the abuse, or to know what it's like to be up against someone (a leader, so to speak) who is so charismatic they can do or say anything about you and will be believed.
Now, today, I have just my husband and my cats as family (and even my cats don't really want to cuddle at all.) My mom died in 2020. My NB is an attorney and has all of my inheritance. It's a long ugly story I won't go into now. But I'm sitting here decorating for Christmas and trying to Christmas shop, and I realize that as difficult as my mom was (she was the covert narc), she and I used to help each other decide on Christmas gifts and such and now I have no one to even bounce off a "do you like this color or that color for him."
Of course, it goes deeper than that since I was raised to question every decision I ever thought in my head because, clearly, I was so "stupid and worthless" that I wasn't capable of making my own decisions, only my 'family' knew what was best for me, and I was brainwashed into feeling that I couldn't make a decision without relying on and/or checking with them. You feel me?
Now I sit here, alone, no matter how much therapy I've had and no matter how hard I've worked on this 'decision making' anvil I have hung around my neck, (or not being able to let go of the past, or past mistakes, or blaming myself for things that were never my fault, it just never goes away), I can't make the simplest decisions about what color shirts to buy as gifts for the only person I have left in my life.
Does anyone else have these issues or am I once again in No Man's Land between my two types of personal hell?