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My Sister’s DMT Trip Brought Up Uncomfortable Truths About Our Mother
She never took care of us and now she wants to be taken care of.
My sister phoned me the other day, sobbing. She has been recovering her early childhood memories with the help of the drug DMT. Her “visions” under the influence of this drug consisted of emotions like terror and shame. She sobbed uncontrolledly and was afraid to look down a dark tunnel that someone was showing her.
She phoned to go over the experience with me. It was a short conversation because she became so agitated that she had to hang up so she could be physically comforted by her husband.
The experience was shattering. She had fifty-eight years of emotions to process after one brief forty-minute session.
It was a lot.
Why did she have so much pent-up emotion? One reason: our mother. Our unloving, self-absorbed, angry, narcissistic mother. I’m not letting our father off the hook here, but Mom is the one who is still alive and who inflicted the most sustained damage.
Narcissistic mothers do untold damage.
Like my sister, I have a difficult relationship with my mother and have for most of my life. For the first few years of my existence, I…
