#narcissitic abuse

[boyczar]

please remember that it is a compliment to be disliked by people. most people don’t even like themselves. think about why you even want to be liked by somebody. why do YOU like YOURSELF?? why give a fuck about whether or not somebody with so much work to do on themselves doesn’t like you? they literally do not even like themselves. they can’t genuinely “like” you.

[thedvwalkingwounded]

No More Christmas Dread

[suchislifenomore]

[unraveledfromculttoclarity]

Most victims won’t come forward but if they do believe them because they aren’t making it up. They are just finally strong enough to try and leave and need your support.

Leaving with a support system helps so much more than if you leave without one. Because majority of the time if they leave without one they’ll end up back with the abuser and they might not make it back out.

[arlenelperez]

Lost

I feel lost

Like I've wandered off a beaten path

Like a child who let go of their mother's hand

Like a fish out of water

Desperately trying to breath

Like I'm driving without my map

Like GPS without its signal

Like my compass broke in the wilderness

Lost in all this fucked up mess

Someone please tell me,

Which way is north?

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on October 7, 2024

[forkaround]

As someone diagnosed with psychosis I understand when folks with NPD don't want to be associated with Narcissistic Abuse. But I don't think it's accurate to say that the abuse doesn't exist. We don't have the vocabulary to separate them like we don't with psychosis/ psychotic/ psychopath/ potential serial killer. But it doesn't negate the abuse people have suffered at the hands of psychotic or narcissistic people who don't want to accept their diagnosis or don't want to change their ways to cause less harm. (Let me be clear I'm not talking about changing as a person but we can all learn to lessen harm, psychotic, npd or able-bodied.) Removing language that helps explain trauma isn't the way to go.

[suffering-from-melancholy]

I have really bad period in my life and I have urge to hurt people so I will talk about this:

"CaN nArCciSsiStS/sOciOpAtHs LoVe?"

This is a question which drives me fucking insane. And not only people who ask this but more people who answer this. Especially people who answer this and don't know ANYTHING about NPD/ASPD. Who the fuck are you to tell others what is love? And who do you think you are that you think you can speak for every pwASPD/NPD? Do you think we are humanoids? Do you think we are fucking villians without emotions? EVERYONE LOVE. We can show and feel it differently but everyone is capable of love. I see you are uneducated but stop being stupid and ask me and others if we can love. Of course we fucking can. My fp/ep/exception is a narcissist and even if he can be horrible sometimes, he's the most amorous person I've ever met. The stigma is unbelievebly big it makes me wanna kill

[canadiannationalfox]

Pre-Murder Drones Fanfic - JamesxLouisa A Different Kind of Grieving TW// controlling parents, parental abuse, narcissistic mother, death, verbal abuse, eating disorders mention, alcohol use

Louisa was working on fixing a ripped seam in one of her favourite dresses, one of the few things she enjoyed that she was taught when she was a kid. She hummed happily to herself a melody to a song she cherished by a long gone artist that she adored the music of when she was a teenager. Her recently coloured medium-long hair glistened a pretty strawberry blonde to golden gradient as the light from the cathedral-style window let the woman be bathed in the afternoon sunbeams. A butler drone came into the room, head bowed. "Mrs Louisa Miriam Elliott?" the polite drone greeted, an air of worry in his little voice, "You're needed downstairs by your husband."

Louisa sighed and turned off her sewing machine, swinging herself around on the desk chair slowly, her expression one of mild bemusement. "Can it wait?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. When the little drone didn't say anything, she stood up, smoothed out the skirt of her beautiful lavender dress and walked along with the butler drone. "Any idea what the reason is?" Louisa asked worriedly, hoping that James wasn't upset at her or anything, since she was starting to get anxious.

The drone responded softly, "A passage of a familiar I think, Mr. Elliott knows the rest."

Louisa met James in his study, he seemed perplexed. "What's wrong, James?" "Your mother, Gwendolynn, has passed away, I'm sorry for your loss," he spoke in a gentle voice, knowing Louisa and her maternal figure had a rocky relationship. Holding his arms open, he beckoned wife of three and a half years in for a hug.

Louisa embraced James back, not knowing what to feel. The last time she had seen her stepmother was maybe a month and a half ago, the day after she had gone to the saddle club with James. ------

Louisa walked into the apartment of her parents, her head held high, her right hand held by James. James had went to talk with Louisa's father while Louisa went over to show her mother her new look. The day before James had been called to the stables to help get a horse ready aesthetically for a riding competition. Louisa witnessing James' work neatening up the horse's mane, lead Louisa to be inspired by it into asking James to give a go at giving her a shorter haircut.

Louisa was proud of her new look, she gently held her right hand up to accent her chin length curls, and daintily held her fan in her left hand, gloating to her mother, "It's such a drastic change but, it's quite beautiful."

Gwendolynn glared in disapproval, listening to her step-daughter ramble joyfully.

"It's so lush and light, Mother. I love it!" the blonde woman trilled, her heart a flutter as she glanced over to James, as Louisa started twirling at a section of her curtain bangs.

The retired ballet teacher scoffed, scowling as she studied Louisa's bixie, "Louisa Miriam! You look like a boy!"

Louisa felt her confidence fall a little, but she wasn't going to help her mother win this time. "I needed it cut anyways,"

Gwendolynn severely scolded to her only child, "If you were still a teenager, I would've disowned you for looking ridiculous like this."

James overheard this and came over from his conversation with Louisa's father. "I think she looks lovely," he remarked in a noble tone, he said as he took his right hand and gently placed it on the back of Louisa's neck, rubbing his thumb back and forth to comfort her.

Gwendolynn's scowl faded a little before she arrogantly snickered, "Of course, she's your problem, after all."

When they did leave, Louisa was looking in her pocket mirror, tears starting to fall from her aquamarine eyes as she examined her short hair. "Was it a mistake to cut it this short? Am I even beautiful? Do I look like a boy?"

The grey-eyed fellow with the top hat reassured caringly, "Louisa, luv, it's just hair. You look beautiful however you choose to present." As he helped her back into the limo, he kissed the back of her hand and questioned soothingly, "What happened, luv? Yesterday you were all enthralled, smiling like the crocodile that ate the jumbuck as I was cropping your curls."

"Mother says..."

"Luv, she has no say over what you do. You're married to me now, alright? It's your body, you can do whatever you want with it," the JC Jensen CFO reminded gingerly, his Australian accent almost melodic, "Don't let her crush your confidence like that, you deserve better."

Louisa smiled a little and as James joined her in the limo's back, she pulled him in for a kiss. The two kissed passionately, holding each other close.

------

"S-She's gone?" a distraught Louisa-Miriam asked, holding James, she felt tears coming on, she began speaking in a scared and small voice, a voice she hardly ever used, "The woman who stole my childhood... the woman who caused me to have an eating disorder and body image issues, the woman who destroyed my self worth and crushed my dreams... is dead..."

James paused, realizing that Louisa wasn't mourning her mother-figure in that moment, but mourning the childhood she could've had, and the death of her confidence. "Do you want me with you, or do you want space, luv?" he asked lovingly.

"Please stay with me... please, James..." Louisa sniffled, remembering more and more from her childhood, finally stopping as she remembered a moment with her Stepmother maybe two weeks before she met James

------

Louisa looked to the new cast on her leg as she rode in the fancy car back from the hospital with her Step-mother beside her

"You're completely worthless like this..." Gwendolynn scolded cruelly, "And the fact you had the first cast cut off... your selfish desires cost you your chance at doing ballet ever again."

The now 15 and a half year old Louisa, would've before yelled at her step-mother that it was Gwendolynn's commands to cut off the cast since the cast was 'unsightly' and 'unlady-like' which lead the golden blonde girl's ankle to heal wrong. She bowed her head sadly, sighing and responding in an apologetic tone, "Y-yes Mother, s-sorry Mother..."

Gwendolynn lifted Louisa's chin with her right hand index and middle finger, she scolded cruelly, "Whatever will I do with you now? Your future you threw away, and now you're in a cast again... You'd beter make a recovery in two weeks, a business friend of your father's is holding a celebration, and they are asking for young women to be sent to meet Mr. Elliott's son."

Louisa began to protest in a terrified voice, "I am not marrying someone I just met! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Gwendolynn let go of Louisa's chin and pulled harshly on Louisa's fishtail braid. "IT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'LL MAKE SOMETHING OF YOURSELF NOW! You THREW AWAY your future in ballet! You're going to only be good for a TROPHY WIFE NOW!"

Louisa pulled her head away, getting Gwendolynn to let go of her mid-back length golden plait, she felt an anxiety attack coming on, her breathing was heavy, she was looking around the back of car , she pulled her hands close to her heart, placing her hands over her chest to try to get her rapid pulse to calm.

"You'd better not pull this 'mental health bullshittery', who would want a defective woman who can't even keep herself together?" the New Zealand hailing ballet instructor snapped cruelly, not caring for Louisa's actual well being.

------

"J-James?" Louisa asked, through her falling tears and hitched breathing, "D-Do you st-still love me.. e-even if I'm br-broken?"

James gently took his hands and tucked Louisa's curtain bangs behind her ears, he shushed her lovingly, before gently taking time to kiss away some of the falling tears from his beautiful wife's face. "You're not broken, you're human. You are a wonderful, tender and sensitive soul. You're beautiful and complex. And I'd NEVER change you for anything, alright, luv?" he soothed lovingly, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes with his thumbs. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here, I'm here.. I'm here, Louisa, my effervescent swan. I'm never leaving.. I promise."

The 22 year old lady continued to cry, albeit now tears of being emotional. She buried her face in James' blue sweater vest and continued to cry. Her muffled voice speaking in a wavering sorrowful tone, "S-she can't hurt me anymore... she can't hurt us anymore."

The fellow with the cool-toned black hair gently patted his wife's head with one hand, and held her close with the other. "There there, luv. You're right, you are safe, we both are... And you're safe with me. No one is going to hurt you ever again."

James after a while of soothing Louisa remarked softly, "The funeral is next week, but... maybe we should skip town, luv?"

Louisa looked up to James' glistening grey eyes, seeing the glimmers of hope and love in them. She asked, a small smile peeking through her sorrow, "Y-you mean it? Wh-where would we go?"

James let go of Louisa for a second, before he took both of her hands in his. The Aussie fellow's voice had a sing-song tone as he asked, "Would you want to go see Heathers on Broadway? Like when we went on your 17th birthday?" He chuckled as he remarked, smiling more as he saw his beloved wife starting to smile as well, "When we lied to your step-mum that we went to the orchestra, but we went to see Heathers instead and had a magical time."

Louisa asked curiously as she giggled through the remaining tears, "C-could it just be us?"

"Oh, absolutely, luv. It'll just be you and I."

Louisa Miriam Elliott pulled James into a hug and kissed him passionately, letting go of his hands and wrapping her arms around his neck to hold him closer. James kissed back lovingly, gently using his right hand to give the base of Louisa's neck a gentle and light scratching to comfort her.

The day had come, Louisa had let all her extended family know that she was too emotional to attend the funeral days before. After the two had left the theatre, the two danced joyously down the street together, a little buzzed from the all the champagne and wine they were allowed to drink in the VIP section during the musical. James leaned out slightly from the sidewalk and shouted loudly in his Aussie voice, "AY TAXI!" an waved

After a cab pulled up with a drone driving, James held the door open for Louisa and he lovingly remarked as he held the door open, "For my lovely 'Veronica'."

Louisa teased as she got in, "Awww, thanks 'JD' how chivalrous!"

Once the two were both in the cab, James commanded in a tipsy voice as he took out of his wallet a $50 bill and threw it to the drone in the driver's seat, "Take us to the St. Regis, m'good sir"

Louisa giggled and responded, still laughing, "James, that's a drone!"

"Is it, luv? Well cor blimey," James chuckled before cheering to the robot driver, "onward little robot."

The drone sighed slightly and started driving away from the theatre.

"James, dear. My Dearest James... I feel like singing, can we sing together?" the tipsy former Ms Walker asked.

"Are we singing Seventeen, or Candy Store, or Dead Girl Walking?"

Louisa giggled more and shook her head happily, making her curly chest-length stawberry-to-blonde gradient hair bounce about cutely. She trilled in a bubbly-as-champagne voice, "Nope! I was thinking of a song from Wizard of Oz."

Louisa and James started singing joyfully, loudly, and somewhat out of key, "DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD! RUB YOUR EYES, GET OUT OF BED! DING DONG THE WICKED WITCH IS DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"

James continue on his own, "Ding, dong, hysterio! Sing it high, sing it low!"

Louisa took over as she sang loudly, "Let them know the wicked witch is deaaaaaad!" before she fell into James' arms and giggled. "Thanks again, dear. I needed this."

James drunkenly asked with a laugh, "Which part, Louisa my lovely luv? Going to see Xavier for a perm yesterday before we packed up? Coming to New York? Seeing Heathers? Singing?"

"All of it," Louisa spoke in a love-intoxicated tone, wrapping her arms around James and pulling him in for a kiss. She stopped before kissing him and remarked with a giggle, her eloquence completely offline, "You know, you're really attractive, James. Like, look at you, you're so hot. Ya, ya know you could've been a model. Aaaaanyways, I'm gonna kiss you now, you cute Aussie man."

The two kept kissing in the back of the cab through out their ride back to the hotel, and despite being drunk, they were thrilled for whatever the future would hold now that Louisa no longer had to answer to her horrid step-mother... which would mean her confidence would be able to grow back, whether the outcome would be good or terrible.

The End

[pinkinsect]

wow this is just like patterns of seeking treatment in people with npd

[maura-alwyne-blog]

Today marks one year since I walked away from Jobe. It took me about four months from writing the final letter to sending it & blocking her, because I kept giving her chances to correct her behavior...you can't fix an abuser who won't admit they are an abuser.

[zmbienoir]

"support those with mental health!!" until its npd.

[traumaoverload]

Red flags in relationships

-selfish-preoccupied with self -no boundaries, or does not respect boundaries. -very controlling. -self absorbed- everything revolves around them. -jealous, possessive. -shames you, or makes you feel like you are not good enough. -lacks respect. -rage, or outbursts of anger, that are inappropriate to circumstances. -love bombing~ excessive attention and idealization in the beginning, then becomes emotionally distant, or uninterested. -active addictions. -unreliable and inconsistent. -irresponsible and immature, has bouts of anger fits when they don't get their way. -emotionally unavailable~ is never there for you, or makes you feel unloved or not cared about. -egotistical

[xxsmoko-n-mirrorsxx]

HOSTILE BLOG TAKE OVER

It seems you two have gone off your rockers and it is clear that this blog needs to be taken in a new direction! Until further notice, I have confiscated this blog from my adopted daughter until she earns it back!

And, to those wishing to use magic anons on me, they will not work.

DON'T TEST ME!

[emordnilapxpalindrome]

is there like. a SINGLE online community for ppl estranged from their parents that isn't full of rampant cluster b ableism???? i'm fucking desperate here

[yewstronaut]

not so friendly reminder that I am someone who experiences psychosis so if you're one of those people who feels the need to call someone psychotic cause they're violent, aggressive, or you just plain to agree with them get the fuck off my blog and let the door hit you on the way out