Ok why not. I read some of your stories and they are pretty intense. So I can share.

I was a well behaved child but I've always had my own ideas about what I want to do. I was a stubborn picky eater as a kid, I think it was the beginnings of acting out, just trying to have some agency in my life instead of getting bossed around in some else's N world all the time. I would refuse to eat and my parents would make me at the table until I ate. It was one Saturday morning, I was only 4 or 5, and they had made pancakes. I covered my cakes in boysenberry syrup but didn't actually eat them. They went to take a walk and said that the pancakes better be gone when they got back. After sitting there for a few moments I determined that I would make the pancakes "gone" by hiding them behind my bed. The bed was all the way across the house and being 5 I transported the dripping syrupy cakes without a plate. Then I put them on the carpet behind my bed. The parents came back and I was sitting at the table with no pancakes. But NMom followed the syrup trail and found them. I don't remember if I was following her but I was in my bedroom when she found them. She got PISSED. She's an odd kind of N, kind of like silent cold and calculating, but is mentally ill. Sometimes she would just freak out and have outbursts of anger. She grabbed the pancakes and shoved them down my throat. I am not exaggerating here she pushed those pancakes done my throat until they were gone.

In retrospect I understand that sometimes parents are just frustrated with children. You're never supposed to show your freakout when disciplining, but easier said than done. I'm telling you though, I was well behaved child in all other respects other than this eating thing and very compliant. This is the only time I can ever remember even doing anything bad. There was a fear and an extreme will to please even if it was unhealthy (which I couldn't recognize then anyway.) I feel like when I was just being a child I was seen as annoying and inconvenient, and the one time I do something naughty it's domestic violence freakout. I did eventually get over picky eating, although my mother and I have had very different palates to this day. I didn't eat pancakes again until I was 17 and getting out on my own. I still cannot stand boysenberry syrup.

I'm not trying to dog my family, I love them and they've supported me a lot in some ways, there's just a lot of emotional issues, starting from the beginning, and the N behavior got a lot worse when I was a teenager. My NMom and I have a hard time with still, the rest of the family have narcissistic tendencies and are enablers but not full blown mentally ill.