Spotting Unhealthy Relationships

If Your Ex Moved On, Gladly Pass The Baton, Here’s Why…

"As you know better than I, he has the ability to take whatever gut feeling, instinct or woman’s intuition I had and turn it around to make me feel sorry for him.  You were right in your letter, when you said nothing would change for him, he is still using women.  He has used my home, car, and everything I own without offering a dime to help out.  I have bought him phones, clothes, food, and paid all expenses without so much as him saying thank you.  He recently received some unexpected EDD money and acted as if he was still broke and let me pay for everything….”

“It broke my heart to know someone I loved and cared for thought so little about me.  He could talk me into believing him and doing everything he wanted within minutes, and if I said anything about anything, I was so verbally abused and manipulated, I just shut down…”

 "It is like trying to understand why a scorpion has stung you after you have loved it like a pet. Why did it sting me? Um, because it is what it is!"

Just an article worthy of sharing.  I found it odd when I left how quickly he had someone else, but later found out that it wasn't as quickly as I thought--she was there all along.  None of that hurts these days, thankfully.  But I do feel bad for his current and future women and hope they recognize the patterns before they are also destroyed emotionally, physically, and financially.  I left the day after Thanksgiving in 2009; by April 2010 a PFA was my only option.  Six year later, I am still picking up the pieces and am still left dumbfounded that one simple choice in my life--dating him--led to such overall insanity and destruction.  Six years later, the damage is still real.

For those that are still trying to sort through a relationship in their own life--maybe it is a coworker, spouse, friend or even a family member--this is a wonderful little guide to helping you sort out what is occurring.  My biggest suggestion?  Trust your intuition.  It is there for a reason and 9 times out of 10, it will be screaming when you are around one of these folks--10 times out of 10, they will make you believe that YOU are the crazy one for even listening to your intuition...  Do it anyway.

7 Ways To Spot A Psychopath

Another Good Article

Signs That You've Been Abused By A Narcissist

Pretty decent list describing life with, and after, having an intimate relationship with a narcissist.  I am a firm believer that education is a strong ally and I have several friends still trapped in these relationships. Leaving a narcissist is terrifying in and of itself, not to mention the confusion and roadblocks that they throw into all areas of your life to prevent you from escaping. The more I talk to individuals that have lived through this experience, the more similarities I find--it is horrible to think that there are so many more than just the one that I dated out there...

"It’s very harrowing to realize that you are different from who you were before the narcissist; FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT. When you are very aware that PTSD has replaced the narcissist, it emotionally drains the target of any hope for being PERMANENTLY NARCISSISTIC FREE. We don’t want to be constantly reminded and aware of the person we escaped. We want to live freely; however, symptoms are a constant reminder that we DON’T."

Just a Bunch of Numbers

Maybe it is silly, but I keep waiting for one of my birthdays to bother me.  Everyone told me that 30 would make me cry and that I would lock myself away for a week or two.  So I made sure that I was in CA for my thirtieth, surrounded by friends--nope, just another day. I thought maybe 40 would bring tears--nope, nothing.  Friends tell me their own horror stories and the trauma surrounding getting older; I still just shrug my shoulders, as the birthdays come and go, and I wait for my own turn at tears...

Aging doesn't bother me. Maybe along with my biological clock, that is just one of my missing pieces. I would say that perhaps there is a connection between my missing biological clock and not caring about my age, except that the biggest tweakers that I have seen regarding moodiness, getting older, and birthdays have been men.  

I dated the PFA-ex through his 37th through 39th birthdays.  All I can say is when his fortieth hit in 2011, I was beyond grateful to have a PFA.  He was a miserable bastard for the entire month of February and a good chunk of March, each year.  And I say this with the knowledge that he wasn't overly pleasant at any time--but there was a definite added layer of evil for a good six weeks surrounding each of his birthdays, even in the beginning before I saw his other face.  But he certainly isn't the only man that I have seen crumble and sink into a pit of despair with their birthdays--I have known many that simply can not cope with getting older.  But that is neither here, nor there, in relation to today's post.

 

A few weeks ago, I turned 42.  

42; the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.  I believe that Douglas Adams may have been onto something here.  Maybe it meant the simple balance of 42 years of life.  By 42, you have a clue.  By 42, you finally have an idea where you are going and which road will take you there.  By 42, you know how things work and you can make them work to your advantage.  42 is a blessing.  42 is good.  The ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything? Quite possibly.

Despite all of this, 42 is the birthday that I have been waiting for and well, yes, dreading.   42 is also how old my mom was when she died.  I was worried that turning 42, myself, would be difficult, so far *knock on wood*, it is fine.  Everything I have read told me that when we reach the age that our same-sex parent died, we are faced with our own mortality.  Many studies suggest that folks go off the deep end, end up having a mid-life crisis or some such--maybe since I was prepared, I was able to dodge it?  My mom was around two months shy of her 43rd birthday when she was murdered, so there is still the possibility that I will struggle in another ten months, but I don't think that I will.

I doubt that 45 will bring tears.  It will mean that I beat the sudden, early deaths that took the last two generations of women on my mom's side.  My maternal grandmother was 41--unknown if murder or suicide; my mother was 42--murdered; so if I make it to 44, I figure I will have beat it.  But I guess potentially, this may mean that 43 will be my flake out year since that should be my year to go, if I allow myself to believe in such patterns.  Again, I feel that awareness of what may potentially lurk in our subconscious, whether we believe in such notions or not, helps to battle those types of demons. 

Maybe aging doesn't bother me because I have always gravitated toward folks older than myself; I have always adored the elderly and have never seen age as a definer of what makes a person awesome.  Many of the folks that I loved most when I was little were senior citizens, so maybe it is just that acceptance that the most amazing people in life came with white hair, wrinkles and were over 70.  Maybe it is because the folks that gave me hope and kept me going during my teen years were mostly folks decades older than me.  I don't know. Maybe it is because I have always looked decades older than I really was and I am finally growing into my own face.  Truly, I have no idea why acceptance is always waiting with each birthday. 

It probably also has a bit to do with the fact that I intensely disliked life before the age of 28, which means I don't look back at youth with nostalgia.  There were more than a few years in my mid-thirties that were awful--from 2009-2011 it was a bitter struggle to just keep going.  Maybe aging doesn't feel as bad when the years prior were not "the glory days"?  Each decade below 40 had pieces that I could not be paid to go back to.  Birth to ten?  Hated it.  Ten to twenty?  Wanted to die.  Twenty to thirty? Some pretty awful stuff in there.  Thirty to forty?  Some of the worst years that I have experienced and well, quite frankly, this blog wouldn't exist without the events that occurred from the age of 35-37, so that says a bit about how much of a struggle those years were. 

I guess I will just wait and see if there is a birthday down the road that makes me sad.  I don't think there will be, but I could certainly be wrong.  Honestly, I never thought that I would live to see 42, so I can't say how I will feel with any of them.  So far, forty and beyond has been good.  I know life ebbs and flows, but I have made life changes since those events in 2010 that have been very positive and also preventative in nature--namely, removing toxic people.  I can't guarantee that my years from here on out will be all calm and stormless, but I know removing some of the common denominators will help.

Carl Jung said it best: "The afternoon of life is just as full of meaning as the morning; only, its meaning and purpose are different." and his better known: "Life really does begin at 40.  Up until then, you are just doing research."  Age has always just been a number to me and I have to agree with Carl and Douglas on this one.

Great Article! Please Read!

 7 Ways To Avoid Re-Traumatizing A Trauma Victim

This is a great read--whether you work with clients that have had trauma, whether someone you love suffers from trauma and you wish to help or if you, yourself are struggling. I wish I could get everyone out there to read and understand this article.  One of my biggest pet peeves is when the insurance company or crisis tries to jump up client hours when the reality is, more therapy isn't the answer for all people.  Often, trauma victims have to go at their own pace and they won't get better faster simply because they have more hours.

"Trauma affects every part of who we are – our brain, our health, our emotions, our worldview, our ability to cope, our social connections and ability to socialize, our ability to heal, etc. You cannot rush healing, no matter how long ago the trauma happened. The body, emotions, and mind often goes through a grieving and loss period which often includes symptoms of fear and anxiety. Once this period ends (or becomes more tolerable for the victim), other symptoms might arise or one’s viewpoint might change. Behaviors and moods change as well. Trauma is not easy to deal with."

An Alternate View...

I stumbled across this one, today, and found that it struck a cord.

I generally don't regret much in my past--good or bad--because it has all had an influence on who I am today.  If our past choices make us who we are; the world's responses to those choices shape us to perhaps an even greater degree. 

Despite this, I couldn't help but agree with this one.  When I glance back to the folks that I thought were my life prior to 2010 and see how much time, love and resources I devoted to people that were not equally invested, and some that were actually more devoted to my demise, when I truly loved them--it is difficult to not regret the intimacy that I openly gave them. 

I would like to say that I learned something from trusting those that didn't deserve it.  That maybe now I am more careful in who I open up to.   But I think I have always been pretty guarded.  If anything, I think I regret that I allowed myself to be fooled into believing those folks actually cared, too and maybe even more so, that I was unable to see them for who they really were but instead allowed myself to love the facade that they presented me with. 

Love is a funny thing.  I don't mean just romantic love.  I love many people in my life.  But when you have loved those that actually meant you harm; when their smiles and hugs were nothing more than lures and traps, it takes longer to recover.  When hindsight shows you the flaws and you still miss the people that you believed them to be: surrogate sisters and mothers, brothers, family, friends--people that you loved with all of your being--it is sometimes difficult to see the lies and understand.  

Mayhaps it is just difficult to see your own innocence and forgive yourself for loving the wrong people...

Childhood Trauma Across a Lifetime

This is just amazing--please watch when you get a few minutes:  How Childhood Trauma Affects Health Across A Lifetime

"Childhood trauma isn’t something you just get over as you grow up. Pediatrician Nadine Burke Harris explains that the repeated stress of abuse, neglect and parents struggling with mental health or substance abuse issues has real, tangible effects on the development of the brain. This unfolds across a lifetime, to the point where those who’ve experienced high levels of trauma are at triple the risk for heart disease and lung cancer. An impassioned plea for pediatric medicine to confront the prevention and treatment of trauma, head-on." 

As a child, my pediatrician first mentioned that she believed that I was suicidal around age ten and she warned my family to keep an eye on me, due to this.  Since I was ten in 1983, there weren't as many resources available for a child like me and I am not sure that my parents took it seriously, either way.  Honestly, I  don't remember a lot below the age of ten but what I do remember is quite unpleasant.  Also, as someone that has suffered from lifelong depression, including multiple suicide attempts (with my first attempt occurring at age sixteen and my last attempt being somewhere in my early twenties)--this video rang true on a lot of levels.  Very powerful video and message....

Thought for the Day

Follow your heart.  Your true friends and family will stand behind you, no matter what your choice is. No matter what you do in life--from your simplest choices to your most complicated ones, there will always be critics, folks that don't understand and people that simply won't tolerate you, as a person, for whatever reasons.  That being said, always follow your heart.  It is your journey and nobody needs to understand or accept your choices, other than you.   We weren't meant to have the human experience miserable--we are to follow our own path and find peace in our hearts.  Some of us just have very different paths than others and that is part of what makes us beautiful.