Tag: Emotional Abuse

Example of (Hoovering)

The culprit: High school friend Example: The Hoover was disrespectful to me in 2015. Rather than apologise like a normal human being, he has attempted to re-establish contact in 2016 and again in 2018. Claiming that he’s apologized, the only communications I’ve actually received has been…

Mindfulness without Cynicism​

I’ve been having a number of conversations with people these last few weeks. Perhaps this is a testament to being back in the flow… Mindfulness. Attachment. Expectations. Cups of Love. Give mode. Projections. One of the conversations I would like to share has been…

Am I still in pain?

There were so many thoughts and feelings during my morning training session. In the pool, it was a series of gratitude, disappointment, then gratitude to people that have tested my loyalty to myself (notice I didn’t say people that hurt me). The theme being…

EXAMPLE OF (FLYING MONKEYS)

The culprit(s): Biological Brother’s friend (Monkey 1) & elder brother (Monkey 2) Example: A flying monkey is basically someone that carries out abuse on behalf of someone else. The abuser in this situation is my biological brother. Since we are estranged, he manipulates others to…

EXAMPLE OF (TRIANGULATION)

The culprit: Uncle Example: An Uncle is a flying monkey. Flying monkey is the role, Triangulation is the action. Mental/Emotional warfare is the game. In healthy family dynamics, people speak directly to one another. In dysfunctional family dynamics, people speak indirectly. (remember this is a…

The day my childhood bedroom turned into a crime scene.

The crime: domestic abuse The weapon: a loaded gun The victim: me (the daughter) The motive: unprocessed pain? uncontrolled anger? Tempers flying was a norm. “I’m not yelling! You want to hear yelling?!” was a regular tagline. So was, “Stop it or I’ll give…

I do not negotiate with terrorists.

I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into my writing these last few weeks. Most of the words are not public… I reached some new territory for my processing and needed to give myself some personal space.  I have found that writing makes me…

words to build. words to break.

Day 10. Freewriting. Connectedness. Words are so important. Thoughts, words, energy, accomplishments… they are all connected in some way. Everything is important… my morning freewriting (stuff I share on my blog) has been magical to help identify some kinks in my armour. Perfect warm-up…

i AM the perfect drug. ABUSE me and I will DESTROY you.

Day 5. Freewriting. Self-criticism -> Self-Love. Everyone has parts of them that they wish to change or soften. My first thought is what would I change about me? *5 seconds later* N.o.t.h.i.n.g. I’m absolutely perfect. I don’t have imperfections. I have quirks. I KNOW that…

Hoovering? Love Bombing? … who knows?! It’s just another manipulation.

When I date someone, I start a shoebox for relationship keepsakes. When the relationship ends, the box turns into a bag. The bag gets chucked into my closet. I shared this quirk with some friends and they wanted to open the bags… They thought…

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