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Toxic Abuse: The Bird Of Truth versus The Devil?

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The Two Extremes and what this means in an unhealthy  relationship. Imagine seeing a stream bubbling along Infront of you. The beach on the right hand side of the water is dark, grainy, sharp, not a good place to be. On the left hand side of the river we can see light golden sands and in the tree sits an exotic beautiful bird, called the Bird Of Truth. On the dark side sits the Devil. Spite and resentment, two horns for all to see. So, you have a raft and you stand upon it to venture forward. You admire The Bird Of Truth, and would prefer to stay on that side of the river of life. But, to go on any further you need to travel past the Devil. The evil one has catapults loaded with fire and a bag of arrows full of insults ready to chuck at you. The devil also has a magic carpet if you choose to stop by, which will fly you to your destiny. To use this, you must never look at or visit the Bird Of Truth on you travels. That would result in death.... In the end you decide that deceitful tacti

Abuse: Home Sweet Home.What makes you ignore it in the present?

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Worry is the confetti of the ego. How to let life happen and deal with it as it comes. When we do not deal with our concerns they turn into worry and anxiety. Worry is the confetti of the ego, so let it blow away. If you do not deal with what is sitting under the worry. Your imagination will be stirred by your ego, saying it shouldn't have to deal with reality. Ego will tell you to ignore what's going on or make it someone else's responsibility. Procrastination and not acting to protect yourself can lead to dire consequences for you. There will always be an outage for the worry, whether that is not feeling well, taking it out on another person, or even depression and a full life not lived. You might not tell anyone as a child because of shame as well. You fear you will be blamed. You were brainwashed into thinking this at home sweet home. When you are a scared child , your imagination takes over because trauma launches you into trying to pretend that certain things are not

Narcissism: The Austrian-born, American psychoanalyst Heinz Kohut stated that adult narcissistic psychopathy is the result of no parental empathy in formative years.

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When you leave the hospital with your beautiful baby in England you are handed a red book . Maybe there should be a warning in that book. That, if you only feed your child and do nothing else, you will create something miserable, hurtful, and maybe dangerous. Not just to itself, but to humanity as well. We can see a child develop as it is given nutrition, attention, nurture, love, reasoning skills, self-regulation, soothing skills (and more) from its caregivers. The result is an adult person who knows how to socialize, communicate, and can go on to be useful and contribute to society. What do we find, when we look at a child whose environment was emotionally cold, and unloving, where examples of empathy and the above were not given or shown.? Do we see something else growing? Now, I am not a psychotherapist, but like many of us who have experienced a long-term relationship with an adult who exhibits superior narcissistic skills, and strategies. You become inquisitive and probably coul

Tactics: Weaponizing children against you

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  They wouldn't do that...would they? Anya is at the kitchen sink. She has cooked dinner and pudding. She is talking to her husband Rob. She has politely asked him if they can organize to go out with their son Jake this weekend. Or talk about a summer holiday. No reply, nothing. Rob ignores her, and there is silence. Anya gazes at her reflection in the kitchen window in front of her and can see his face. A slight smile, standing there, with his head in his arrogant stance. Why should he talk to her, he never wants to discuss anything with her. Even when it was about his birthday, the most she had got out of him in the past was not to bother. And then on the day, he announced his sheer misery, and victimhood in front of Jake, that mum doesn’t care about him. Anya had surprised him with a large ganache-covered chocolate cake anyway. Nothing, not a thank you, just eat, stuff it in. The whole cake-eaten, drunk like liquid in desperation to have more. Gone. “I'm not being rude a