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Mitchell

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Re: Overpowering parents
« Reply #15 on: February 18, 2019, 06:25:47 pm »
Dear arooj

sorry for a second email I was thinking about your situation and it is incredibly difficult. I was as caught as you are once many years ago when I was a lad (17) my father died I was left with my mother and nearby, my aunt. My mother was a very low functioning BPD and her sister my aunt was schizoid no other relatives. My mother and aunt hated each other in fact they never saw each other for 20 years until my aunt died and my mother did not even attend her funeral. I looked out for both of them over the years.

Back then I did not know what I was dealing with we had lived in a very middle class area after my fathers death we could not afford to live in this area and moved to a house in back streets where the paramilitaries were forming, so it was tough and I really don't know how I made it. I walked down a very dark road before meeting my partner Patricia, I was drinking heavily 2-3 bottles of whiskey, 20 plus pints and perhaps 6 bottles of wine a week, this is how I dealt with my problem. I met Pat when I was 34 and we're still together I'm now 67. It took me many years to curtail my drinking, nowadays I'm a very moderate drinker, one or two whiskey's and few bottles of beer at the weekend.

It takes a professional to diagnose a PD but if they tick the traits then there is a possibility and we can learn. It is thought they respond to certain triggers which operate primitive defense mechanisms  as below:-

     PD types are grouped into three categories:
Emotional and impulsive- borderline,histrionic & narcissistic
Anxious - avoidant, dependent & obsessive compulsive
Suspicious- pranoid, schizoid, schizotypal, & antisocial

  Antisocial personality disorder- (ASPD) You may: • put yourself in dangerous or risky situations, often without considering the consequences for yourself or for other people • behave dangerously and sometimes illegally • behave in ways that are unpleasant for others • feel very easily bored and act on impulse – you may find it difficult to hold down a job for long • behave aggressively and get into fights easily • do things – even though they may hurt people – to get what you want, putting your needs above theirs • have a criminal record • feel no sense of guilt if you have mistreated others • believe that only the strongest survive and that you must do whatever it takes to lead a successful life because if you don’t grab opportunities, others will • have had a diagnosis of conduct disorder before the age of 15 

  Borderline personality disorder- (BPD) You may: • feel very worried about people abandoning you, and would do anything to stop that happening • have very intense emotions that last from a few hours to a few days and can change quickly (for example, from feeling very happy and confident in the morning to feeling low and sad in the afternoon) • not have a strong sense of who you are, and it can change depending on who you're with • find it very hard to make and keep stable relationships • act impulsively and do things that could harm you (such as binge eating, using drugs or driving dangerously) • have suicidal thoughts or self-harming behaviour • feel empty and lonely a lot of the time • get very angry, and struggle to control your anger. When very stressed, sometimes you might: • feel paranoid • have psychotic experiences, such as seeing or hearing things that other people don't • feel numb or 'checked out' and not remember things properly after they've happened 

  Narcissistic personality disorder- You may: • believe that there are special reasons that make you different, better or more deserving than others • have fragile self-esteem, so that you rely on others to recognise your worth and your needs • feel upset if others ignore you and don’t give you what you feel you deserve • resent other people’s successes • put your own needs above other people’s, and demand they do too • be seen as selfish and ‘above yourself’ • take advantage of other people. 


People with these types of disorder can use defense mechanisms such as :

Defense Mechanisms

1. Denial

Denial is the refusal to accept reality or fact, acting as if a painful event, thought or feeling did not exist. It is considered one of the most primitive of the defense mechanisms because it is characteristic of early childhood development. Many people use denial in their everyday lives to avoid dealing with painful feelings or areas of their life they don’t wish to admit. For instance, a person who is a functioning alcoholic will often simply deny they have a drinking problem, pointing to how well they function in their job and relationships.

2. Acting-Out

Acting Out is performing an extreme behavior in order to express thoughts or feelings the person feels incapable of otherwise expressing. Instead of saying, “I’m angry with you,” a person who acts out may instead throw a book at the person, or punch a hole through a wall. When a person acts out, it can act as a pressure release, and often helps the individual feel calmer and peaceful once again. For instance, a child’s temper tantrum is a form of acting out when he or she doesn’t get his or her way with a parent. Self-injury may also be a form of acting-out, expressing in physical pain what one cannot stand to feel emotionally.

3. Dissociation

Dissociation is when a person loses track of time and/or person, and instead finds another representation of their self in order to continue in the moment. A person who dissociates often loses track of time or themselves and their usual thought processes and memories. People who have a history of any kind of childhood abuse often suffer from some form of dissociation. In extreme cases, dissociation can lead to a person believing they have multiple selves (“multiple personality disorder”). People who use dissociation often have a disconnected view of themselves in their world. Time and their own self-image may not flow continuously, as it does for most people. In this manner, a person who dissociates can “disconnect” from the real world for a time, and live in a different world that is not cluttered with thoughts, feelings or memories that are unbearable.

5. Projection

Projection is the mis-attribution of a person’s undesired thoughts, feelings or impulses onto another person who does not have those thoughts, feelings or impulses. Projection is used especially when the thoughts are considered unacceptable for the person to express, or they feel completely ill at ease with having them. For example, a spouse may be angry at their significant other for not listening, when in fact it is the angry spouse who does not listen. Projection is often the result of a lack of insight and acknowledgement of one’s own motivations and feelings.

Borderlines are also good at :

Gas-lighting :-  Gas-lighting is a form of psychological manipulation that seeks to sow seeds of doubt in a targeted individual or in members of a targeted group, making them question their own memory, perception, and sanity.
Splitting- is a symptom of borderline personality disorder (BPD) I was unfamiliar with until recently despite having been diagnosed in 2015. Splitting is a coping defense mechanism people with BPD use to avoid rejection or being hurt. It means that someone is either good or they are bad.


One I especially like:-
http://outofthefog.website/movies/2015/12/8/the-wizard-of-oz
The Wizard of Oz is a 1944 movie starring Judy Garland which is sometimes used as a metaphor to describe the disconnect between the dissociated reality of the personality-disordered individual (Oz) and the real world experienced by the Non-PD (Kansas). The metaphor is based on the iconic phrase: "Toto - I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more".

In the classic 1939 MGM Musical, "The Wizard of Oz", Dorothy (Judy Garland) a young girl from Kansas, is thrust by a tornado into the freakish world of Oz, populated by munchkins, wizards, witches, and flying monkeys. The movie chronicles her adventures as she searches for a way to get back to her home in Kansas.

Not in Kansas Any More
In an iconic scene, Dorothy emerges from the house carrying her dog Toto from the house which has just been transported by a violent tornado - or "twister" into the land of Oz. As she observes the strange new colors and textures of the new world, she utters the phrase: "Toto - I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore".

The phrase: "I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore" has developed into a popular cultural icon for any situation in which reality seems to take a back seat to a new order of freakish rules, people and events.

The phrase has also been adopted by a number of Chosen Non-PD's who identify with the feeling as they discover the strange dynamics of dissociation or a new dysfunctional relationship and begin to wonder about the wisdom of getting involved with a person who has a personality disorder. In this analogy, "Kansas" becomes synonymous with normal old situation they came from and "Oz" becomes synonymous with the crazy new world they are experiencing.

I hope some of this will help you must be strong do not let him win. You must be strong for your mother if you crash who will help her i will always do my best to answer any questions you may have.

By the way Sister Clare is on the net you'll find her at http://vocationsdownandconnor.org/sr-clare-mahony/ this is truly a wonderful women she helped me many years ago and we are still friends today

May We All Heal

Michael





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Re: Overpowering parents
« Reply #16 on: September 26, 2019, 03:30:01 am »
I am almost 34. I have a 10yr old daughter. My parents live beside me. My mother absolutely hates me. I know this because... well... she told me. Spit in my face when she said it. Says i shouldve never been born... she hates me so much. She blames me for things that happened in her childhood. We have never had a good relationship. Ive longed for her to love me... and she does... in front of ppl. I wrecked my car and almost died... she cared. For a day. I came home with broken ribs... staples in my head... a major concussion and barely able to walk. 2 days after getting home... i was lazy and dumb bc i hadnt done the dishes. She broke into my house and destroyed important things. Shes caused every relationship ive ever had to go down in flames. She belittles me. Screams at me. Cusses at me. She told me im worthless today because i didnt take her to the mall. I ca t stand being around her. At all.
I dont know why she hates me... but its starting to eat away at me. Im to the point where i hate being around her. Please help me... im at my wits end.

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Re: Overpowering parents
« Reply #17 on: October 15, 2019, 11:08:29 pm »
Hello Storm001.
From reading your post I would say that your awful mother hates herself. She seems totally unhappy with her life and jealous of you. Breaking into your home, wrecking your relationships. She wants to drag you down to her level. Making you miserable is an attempt to make herself feel better.

She will never feel better, at least not for long.

It might help to realise that you are far more mature than her and a much nicer person.  That’s why she directs her misery at you. She is a bully and not capable of actually being your mother.

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Re: Overpowering parents
« Reply #18 on: September 10, 2020, 07:07:14 pm »
My mother is awful. My father too. As a child I was absolutely neglected as they both didn't gave a sh*t about me. They used to smoke loads and not give me food. I was almost dead several times due to not eating properly and I would get extremely sick just after days of staying with them. When I was at my grandparents they used to come and lure me with expensive toys and told me that they will buy me burgers and let me drink coca-cola if I come with them and I as a child usually accepted because I loved them very much. My aunt is a medic and also a smart and sympathetic person and saw what they are and tried to take care of me but they would tell me lots of lies about her and even tho she used to tell me the truth all the time I wouldn't accept it because I was blinded by my love for them. When I was living with my aunt and grandparents I used to have straight A's in school, I looked good and healthy and I was simply a model child. My grandparents had their limitations but they loved me aswell and were good people. My father was a mad bully that somehow managed to get a business going but he only worked so he can spend money with prostitutes and to eat/smoke/drink whatever he wants and to boast about his wealth everywhere he went. He talks trash about literally everybody in front of us and when we went as a family to the mountains with his friends he used to do some horrible talk about my mother treating her like sh*t while he was getting drunk and played board games all day with his buddies. No involvement into my raising, he would just give me his laptop so I shut up and not disturb him. Now he talks trash about me aswell. My aunt told me and I can remember that too that when I was a toddler my mom was just doing something on the computer and I was just crying and crying and crying next to her and she wouldn't give a sh*t. Nothing, no word, no presence, she would ignore me completely.

I grew up in an unconsistent way as I had good raising with my aunt in some periods and extremely bad raising in the times I was living with my parents.

The first time I started to really know what they are was when I finished 8th grade and was about to go to high school. As my score wasn't big enough to go to the best high school in town I had thought that I would go to the 2nd best and get good grades in the 1st semester so I can then move. But they wanted me to go in a different city where my father was working. As I heard that I was pleasantly surprised because I knew that city has a very good art school and I wanted to go there. But on the day when I was supposed to go choose where I wanna go they did that for me and sent me at some really bad high school in that city without taking in consideration my wish. They didn't asked, they just did that. I was sent to live with my father and go to some math-computer science high school. But that high school was so bad, mostly bad teachers and full of ghetto boys that used to fight all the time and I was severly bullied there for 2 years. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't cope with that, my dad used to come home at night, drink a glass of vodka or whiskey and go to sleep and he didn't liked to be disturbed. He never asked me how I was. After a few weeks of not sleeping I asked him to send me to a psychologist and he would just get mad and send me in my room. After some time I stared skipping classes just to avoid the constant bullying and I felt horrible for that because when I started I was expecting something else and I liked answering questions in class - but everytime I would do that the other boys would start throwing objects at me and start joking about me and cursing me and all that stuff. The teachers didn't care either about what happens in the class. So to avoid that I started skipping classes and so my internal guilt and pain escalated and in the 2nd year I started doing drugs with some guys that talked me into it.
With another year passed and my life trashed to pieces I finally convinced my mother to move me in a different high school in my hometown. I had loads of skipped classes, my mind destroyed and little to no hope for the future. Yet after I moved I started a different way of being as I let my hair grow, did some gym and started playing bass guitar. It was that my city allowed me for that better, the people were alot better there. I did that for two years as I was binge drinking and hooking up with girls and doing drugs and actually managed to get my high school diploma on the first try. My mom wouldn't help at all but at least there were no bullies anymore and my father's attitude was far away and I could just live my adolescence. As I moved I started going to a metal bar and it really helped me - the people there were open minded and smart and I would discuss lots of stuff with them. For the least she was cooking and I was so involved in my new social life that I didn't cared much. As I finished high school I had a really smart girlfriend that now is a genetics scientist and wanted to take a year to study and attend med school. But they did it again. My parents had enrolled me to some lower grade electronics science college in the city my father was working in telling me just a few days before school would start. No questions about what I want to do. I accepted eventually what they did thinking that I would see after what I want to do and maybe get a master's degree in something that covers both electronics and biology so I went back to that city where my parents had rented a house and started school. I was pretty good at the start as I was being seen as a very smart guy there and my grades were good. But as time passed the constant fights between my parents became unbearable and I was having enough of it after half a year. My dad also used to make fun of me because I was reading and meditating. I couldn't sleep at night cause of their fights and constant smoking. One night I woke up hearing my dad saying horrible things to my mother so I went down trying to calm him but he wouldn't listen and the told me that he'll beat me up if I don't leave. Then I got angry myself cause I wasn't supposed to put up with that sort of bullsh*t everyday so I told him to beat me up. He then lashed at me screaming that he will kill me and tried to choke me. I looked towards my mom by she wouldn't do anything so I punched him in the cheek and ran away in pijamas taking cover from the snow in a gas station while I was explaining to my gf what happened. She eventually calmed me down but things went very bad in the following months as I recorded some really bad trauma that night. The next day I tried to talk with my mom about it but she told me that it's none of her business what me and my father are doing - which literally blew my mind - I stood up for her and got chocked and she tells me that.
After this I left that house with some really bad and mixed feelings about everything and isolated myself in the old aparment from my hometown where I used to live with my mother and tried to learn for the upcoming exams but nothing was working. My mind was shattered and started going downhill. I eventually broke up with that girl because my state was too much for her to manage and she had her priorities which I understood. I then started drinking really badly suffering from the event and from the break up aswell.
I couldn't get my thoughts straight and used to do random parties at my place so I can escape those feelings/thoughts but I wasn't enjoying anything. I then randomly hooked up with a nymphomaniac chick that was obsessed with me and I was f*ing her all day everyday. For one year and a half I did that and my parents were still living in the same house. I was a goner. At some time I broke up with that girl and moved at my grandparents in an attempt to get everything back together. I tried studying for med school, for architecture, etc. but nothing worked properly cause I was so destroyed. I couldn't find a proper point of ballance in my life anymore so at one point I stopped trying to advance and put everything on hold. I quit smoking and drinking and basically created a healthy lifestyle for 3 months while at my grandparents. I was reading lots - I read all 3 volumes of Shogun that summer and playing field tennis and go jogging every day. I didn't knew what to do with my life anymore but I just did that to pass time. All went good till one day that the nympho girl started texting me again with all sorts of sh*t and was really getting on my nerves - she used to tell me everytime that she only wants me to be her f*k buddy and nothing more - and at that point we were not even that anymore as we haven't talked for quite some time until that day. Shortly after, in one night in september I drank a few litres of my grandma's homemade wine and then my drunkass sociopathic uncle-in-law appeared and we drank till the morning and I bought a pack of cigars and smoked it all. Next day I tried to quit again and managed to do so and in a few days I was clean again but I was very stressed as I was constantly receiving texts from that deranged chick. All of this got me down and one day my parents came there and were constantly calling me out from outside with their bullsh*t. They don't care about me but as things went later after they needed me for something - that's why the sudden interest. I then lost my sh*t and went into a psychotic episode and grabbed the desk as I was sitting on the floor and started to violently push it against the wall everytime a burst of anger mixed with fear would come. I screamed and with my remaining sanity I called my aunt and told her to sedate me because I have no control whatsoever over the rushing feelings. She did that and I calmed down but I then insisted her to talk to a psychologist and so we went that night and a female psychiatrist saw me and told us that I need to be sent to a mental hospital. And so we did. We traveled 150km that night to the capital city and I got hospitalized. They gave me some pills and locked me in a dark room with a bed and shortly after I fell asleep. I spent 10 days there and at that time my parents would come and bring lots of things for me to eat - mostly sweets and juice. One would say that they were just being nice but they wanted to make a good impression on the psychologists there so they influenced the outcome - again, they needed me for something else. Whenever I would talk with a psychologist I immediately wanted to tell them about my parents and how they destroyed my life but they wouldn't listen to anything and just cut me short and tried to convince me that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my parents - As I know my father he could've just bribed those psychologist chicks - He does that very often so he can get his businesses going. When I was about to get released from hospital I wanted my aunt to come after me but the psychologists told me not to talk with her anymore and accept my parents and bla bla and I insisted telling them that my parents harm me and then they put me in front of them and I remember I couldn't even look at them because I was afraid both of them and not going mad again. I just sat there and as my father was telling lie after lie and my mom was just standing there and whatever I would say he would just respond with sarcasm and negative commenting on me - which were lies.And so the psychologists assured me and re-assured me that my parents are fine and I had no choice but to get back home with them - I was also mind-broken and really drugged up and very weak. At this point I'm pretty sure he bribed those girls - as I know people in Romania - most of them regardless of social status or work area they would do such things for money - for them is just a small lie once in a while that gets them some money - but this is another beautiful story.

My aunt wanted me to go to a remote monastery after being released and sort things out myself clear minded uninfluenced by anybody but they of course blocked her and tried to mindwash me and so I went 'home' with them. While still being on those hard antipsychotics I was told that affection is good for recovery and I tried hugging my father several times and he always hold himself to stop laughing at me and rarely accepted and when he did I was the only one hugging him - When I visited my grandparents everyone was genuinely happy and were asking me if I've recovered and had tears in their eyes and they all hugged me and didn't let me go for almost a minute. Some time I did labour work for my father sorting things out and was mostly blind and did anything he told me to do. But I felt nothing in return, when his business buddies would come over he would just start making fun of me with hate fueled comments and jokes and everyone would laugh at me but no one would show any compassion/understanding/affection and I just accepted that even tho inside I felt horrible and I would at some point just starting degrading myself by accepting the mean jokes and laugh at myself just to fit in. After he made me his joke and his slave he told me that he needs to start the business over and he can't be the owner anymore because he had debts with the previous business - He told me that others made these debts and got him responsible but now I don't know about that. He made me the owner of his new business and I've accepted - my mind was ambiguous and I couldn't grasp reality properly at that time and even tho I felt weird I was thinking that my feelings are like this because I am recovering and that It would be a good thing helping him - Only now I've learned that feelings never lie and that I should never do something if I don't feel like it and that intuition knows best.

I am 25 years old now, I am the owner of a business I know basically nothing about and I have no control over it - the story is longer but I will complete it when I have the time and disposition. I am in debt and my father still runs this, I still receive mocking negative sarcastic comments. I live with my mother and life is living hell. But one day I will set things right for me - even if they will always be like this and they will die before they are held accountable for what they did and still doing.

...to be continued

Late edit:
I do believe this crap life has some meaning tho as I've concentrated on the negative aspects more in this account I think that maybe no one really means to do harm but the events just unfold in a certain way and my father maybe just gave up quickly because there were some good moments when he tried to teach me survival skills/how to cook/clean etc I think he's better than my mother but he didn't had much time either and yeah idk he gave up because he was under pressure I don't think my mom is that bad either maybe extremely immature and she wasn't supposed to have me because she wasn't ready and sure my dad was an ass but he had a harsh childhood aswell due to different reasons and idk everybody has problems my mom was in a coma as a child idk maybe it affected her brain so that's why she's underdeveloped psychologically things are so twisted and if we had the capacity to see every single aspect of life and understand it throughly we would feel better about everything and realise there's a logical explanation for everything

in the end they gave me life and just witnessing and trying to understand it better and better is a privilege and i thank them for that

ps. it's funny how mood can influence the way we think
ps2. i won't modify what i write rather i will add more if i have something else to say i want to see based on my mood what i tend to focus on.


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