My purpose here is to help myself, and in that process help others (YOU!)🙂 I got the idea to start this blog by reading many stories of other people’s experiences with the Narcissist(s) in their lives, mainly their own mothers. I had been in therapy, and participated in some support groups.
I’m here to share with you my journey of healing from destructive Narcissistic relationships. Just like many other bloggers recovering from N entanglements, I want to help other women (and men) with this process. I hate to think of so many women (and men) suffering needlessly for lack of exposure to things that could help them.
I realized that it was time to write my story as one part of my healing process. I want to share it with you in the hope that you too can successfully wind out of relationship dysfunction, and something called FLEAS — circumstances and behaviors that are directly caused by entanglement in a Narcissist’s web.
I’m a mature woman in her late 50’s, with two wonderful grown children (and their significant others). I’ve long been interested in human relationships, and humanity’s relationship to the Divine. Personal growth, good communication, working toward fulfilling human relationships and expressing spirituality have always been keen interests of mine. It’s not always easy to experience or express these things in everyday life. I find it infinitely more difficult in the 21st Century than 30 years ago, or even 20 years ago. All the more reason why I should start writing about it.
My father was a psychiatric social worker and my mother a school clerk. When I was growing up, even though my father had a Master’s Degree in Social Work and had worked as a marriage and family therapist for his entire adult life, the mental health field had really only just moved out of the Freudian era into Jungian, Gestalt and other forms of therapy.
The psychology/counseling field at that time wasn’t focused on personality disorders – especially not Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), commonly known as Narcissism. We didn’t talk about it, and we certainly didn’t know how to handle it. As my father has said to me, “we only had the DSM-II at that time!”
Presently there are vast resources at our fingertips. How I wish those resources had been available to me and my contemporaries while we were teenagers and young adults. It would have saved (or at least mitigated) decades of dysfunction, angst and grief.
So welcome, and fruitful reading. Please feel free to email me at joyful alive woman at gmail or leave a comment.🙂