Artists and Vagabonds: How I Escaped My Mother's Narcissistic Personality Disorder

My mother was batshit crazy. Later in life, I realized that she suffered from narcissistic personality disorder. As a child, there was a feeling that if I didn’t serve or please her, she wouldn’t love me. I recognized from an early age that her love was very conditional. I became the court jester; I made her laugh to avoid her vengeance. She was physically abusive and thought nothing of hitting another person, relative or stranger. She covered my basic needs. To her, that was all that was r...