Megyn Kelly Is a Narcissist Mother

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And so I found myself resharing a post related to Megyn Kelly.

It was easier to pick someone else’s words to express how her laughable attempt to spit-shine child rape and pedophilia hurt me. Not because I was ever raped as a child; but because I wept for another fourteen-year-old daughter whose mother is an unrelenting narcissistic monster.

Imagine you’re a fourteen-year-old teenager at a small Christian school. It’s between classes. You’re standing just inside the doorway of your next class.

You’re alone.

You look to your left. A boy – a senior – pops his head through the door. He sees you. He smiles. He blocks the exit and sticks his tongue down your throat.

You’re too stunned to do anything but stand there and endure this assault.

He withdraws his tongue and struts away to tell everyone he kissed you, but you can’t think about what he’s saying. Instead, you frantically search the room – both inside and out – to make sure nobody saw or even suspected.

Because in your Christian Nationalist church and school, anyone who saw what happened will blame you.

You will be punished. You will be picked apart. You will be made an example. All because a senior boy decided he had every right to stick his tongue down your throat. Your existence was an invitation. Your aloneness was permission.

You never tell anyone. Not even your mother. Especially not her.

Because some daughters have moms with an empathy chip, but you’re not one of those daughters.

I probably spent more than a decade vomiting my wounds onto various social media platforms, hoping someone – anyone – might pour some magic potion into the biggest one – my mother wound.

And suddenly I would be normal.

I wouldn’t lock myself in the bathroom to sob over random comments by other dysfunctional mothers. I’d stop begging every female friend to be my mommy. Maybe I’d even trust women.

But no matter how much work I do on myself, I will never be whole. The world will always make more narcissist women who decide to have daughters. Some of those women will use their pulpits to excuse men who rape little girls. And every instance is another stake driven into an open wound that will never heal.

This episode brought up another aspect of Adam + Eve + misogyny. Like all the rest of my trauma, I’m reframing it as a teaching moment.

I’ve covered Eve as temptress and St. Augustine’s doctrine of Original Sin.

But I didn’t go back further. All the way back to Eve and the serpent. Which is where a whole rancid pile of Christian Nationalist male ugliness springs from.

Join me tomorrow as I dissect these verses in Genesis. Readers will walk away with more tools to combat the White Christian Nationalist male narrative sweeping the country. Maybe it’ll happen alongside a vote to release the Epstein Files.

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