The two years I lived with my grandparents in the 50s, Grandma told me I was special. My stepmother and father, trying to correct the effects of that 'spoiling' took the opposite tack and made damn sure I was informed that I was in fact not in the least special, that everyone else in the world was more special than I was! Grandma got me first... so my core narcissism is troubled by shame, guilt and uncertainty. But it remains rooted in my deepest self-image. What my kids learned was this: You... Sign in to see full entry.