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		<title>There is Life After Hidden Abuse</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Natalie RoseMy name is Natalie, and I am a survivor of about 13 years of absolute psychological torture from Complex PTSD symptoms. For the longest time, I thought I was inherently sick and broken beyond repair. I spent over a decade running around in circles in the medical system trying to figure out what was [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Writer’s Note: I previously wrote about <a href="https://cptsdfoundation.org/2024/09/10/was-it-even-abuse-unpacking-psychological-abuse/">my experience being a victim of psychological abuse</a>. Two years from my first writing, I find myself in a much better place in my recovery, and I want to share new insights. I also want to recommend a book by Shannon Thomas that greatly impacted my life.&nbsp; </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I’d had enough of the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and decided it was time to escape to a simpler place to clear my mind. With a long weekend approaching, I booked a shipping container on a farm in California’s wine country. As I drove through the rolling hills and sun-soaked vineyards of Central California, I finally started to relax. This weekend was for me and me alone.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">At the top of my weekend to-do list was unpacking an Amazon package containing a book I had been itching to read: </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Healing-Hidden-Abuse-Recovery-Psychological/dp/0997829087"><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Healing from Hidden Abuse</span></i></a><span style="font-weight: 400;"> by Shannon Thomas. I had read dozens of other books in search of clarity regarding a specific trauma from high school and college that still inhabited my body, but none had provided the understanding I was seeking. Little did I know that within this little package lay the answers I had been desperately searching for.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<h4 class="wp-block-heading Lexical__paragraph"><i><b><strong class="Lexical__textBold Lexical__textItalic">What is psychological abuse?&nbsp;</strong></b></i></h4>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Psychological abuse is a sophisticated form of brainwashing, stalking, and mind control. The perpetrator(s) deliberately selects a target and employs subtle and strategic methods of coercion, intimidation, and manipulation, gradually wearing down the victim’s mental state without leaving any evidence. Due to its covert nature, when the victim speaks up to ask for help, she is often not believed and is labeled to be the “crazy” one. Meanwhile, the abusers walk away with no blood on their hands.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Psychological abuse is not limited to romantic relationships or parent-child dynamics. I didn’t seek it out, nor did I cause it. It didn’t happen in my home, and it wasn’t the result of a silly conflict with a boyfriend. It happened at school, where I became the target of covert bullying by two individuals–twin sisters. They used me as a measuring stick for their academic success, believing that if they could extinguish my bright light, it would make them appear more successful in comparison.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">My abusers were deranged. They had a sick obsession with identifying my internal weaknesses, insecurities, and fears. They weaponized this information against me, attacking me where it hurt the most. Over time, they eroded everything that mattered in my life: my relationships with family and friends, my love for learning, my sense of safety, and my innate zest for life as an empath. And they did it all in a way where not a single soul would notice. Except for me.</span></p>
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<h4 class="wp-block-heading Lexical__paragraph"><i><b><strong class="Lexical__textBold Lexical__textItalic">A silent murder: no words to describe the pain</strong></b></i></h4>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">To explain what psychological abuse feels like to someone who has never experienced it, I would compare it to what the prisoners endured in the Stanford Prison Experiment of 1971. It felt as though I was curled up into a tight ball, starving in a solitary confinement cell of my own mind, body, psyche, and soul. My abusers and their “flying monkeys” would occasionally pass by my cell, gawk at my suffering through the narrow window slit with smirks on their faces, and dangle a carrot in front of me to taunt me. I would crawl closer and closer to the carrot with my trembling hand extended, but at the last second, they would rip it back through the window slit and walk away laughing, leaving me to starve again in the darkness.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Though I had seemingly more significant traumas to recover from, I wrestled for years with post-traumatic stress symptoms related to these bullies. My abusers took over my mind uncontrollably. I couldn’t clearly describe what they had done to me. My reality had been distorted. Even after they were long gone, they continued to dictate what I did, said, and thought. I was utterly terrified of them. I avoided anyone and anything that might remind me of them or trigger flashbacks related to their abuse. This avoidance grew exponentially over the years, and I ultimately lost everything from my hometown because of them. I didn’t trust anyone anymore. I couldn’t even trust myself.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It takes someone who has survived psychological abuse to truly understand its impact on the mind, body, psyche, and soul. Throughout their time tormenting me, my abusers caused me to end up in the hospital numerous times. I learned the hard way that most mental health professionals do not understand psychological abuse and mind control, which can lead to further gaslighting of the victim. The medical providers labeled me with schizophrenic and psychotic diagnoses and injected various anti-psychotics to calm me down. While these short-term treatments numbed and tranquilized me, the long-term effects of the abrupt medication changes only created more side effects after each discharge.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I didn’t see any improvement with a therapeutic approach either. The fact that my experience stemmed from school bullying, rather than in a romantic or familial context, made mental health professionals take it even less seriously. I was laughed at, misdiagnosed, and dismissed as overthinking, paranoid, hysterical, even obsessed.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Some professionals took things even further. Being upfront about my Stockholm Syndrome reactions to the abuse, including suicidal ideation, got me in trouble. Multiple professionals diagnosed me with Borderline Personality Disorder and ordered me to be institutionalized. Another diagnosed me with Dissociative Identity Disorder (formerly Multiple Personality Disorder), suggesting that my perpetrators were one of my “alters.” He convinced me that my abusers weren&#8217;t real people but rather figments of my imagination, and then spent three months brainwashing me into communicating with numerous other alters he fabricated. If the psychological abuse hadn&#8217;t already done enough crazymaking, these medical providers, who groomed me to fulfill their own sick agendas, made me feel even more insane.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Sitting at a quaint café in Paso Robles, California, I was at my wit’s end. My body couldn’t take it anymore. I ordered a Topo Chico, poured it over a glass of ice, and began reading </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Healing from Hidden Abuse.&nbsp;</span></i></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I had only planned to read the first couple of chapters and then get on with my day, but three Topo Chicos and a multitude of tears later, I had finished the book cover to cover.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I sat there in awe. I did not know this woman, and she certainly didn’t know me. But she understood me. It was like she had written the book specifically for me. In that moment, she was sitting across the coffee table, holding my hand and wiping away my tears, reassuring me that one day everything would be okay.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">This was in the summer of 2022. Over the next two years, I reread the book four times and listened to the audiobook on repeat during long drives. At the time, I was still living in California, but I noticed in Shannon’s bio at the end of the book that she was a counselor in the metroplex of my hometown. I knew in my heart that one day, I would meet the woman who validated what I had been through.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Fast forward to 2024, and I found myself living on the outskirts of my hometown. I reached out to Shannon and was accepted as her client.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Meeting with Shannon was my saving grace. As I stepped into her office, I was terrified to face yet another mental health professional who might revictimize me. But the moment I entered her office, I felt a warmth that I hadn’t experienced in any therapist’s office before. The Christmas decorations filled me with a childlike joy, and the Diet Coke from the mini-fridge was so refreshing.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">In her book, Shannon guides readers through the six stages of recovery from psychological abuse. It’s safe to say that I had been stuck in Stage 1–the Despair stage–for many years. When therapy began, I could barely articulate what had been done to me. I was dissociated, overmedicated, and sleep-deprived.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Additionally, I was still concerned I might be The Girl Who Cried Wolf. In a world where the words narcissist, sociopath, and psychopath are thrown around carelessly, I felt guilty for calling myself a victim. Was I no different from all the tone-deaf TikTokers who sling these labels onto the slightest person who annoys them?</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Shannon assured me I wasn’t overthinking anything and that my pain was valid. With patience and empathy, she began walking me through the stages of recovery.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">At that time, I was still meeting with several other therapists and psychiatrists across different parts of the state, along with multiple hospital visits, including what would become my final suicide hold of my life. In environments where my suffering continued to be pathologized, Shannon listened with open ears and didn’t add fuel to the fire.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">My recovery process from psychological abuse, both in therapy and on my own, felt like I was deprogramming from a cult. My body had to recalibrate itself, and my mind needed to register that I was no longer in danger. But I didn’t want to spend any more time rehashing and ruminating about what had been done to me; I had already endured enough of that in my head for years. While I did some of this with Shannon, and it was necessary at first, the real work was in reclaiming my power.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">What Shannon did so well in our work together was fast-track my healing to what she identifies as the Restoration phase (Stage 6) of recovery. I took active steps to begin rebuilding a life of peace and contentment. She encouraged me to get colorful decorations for my blank apartment walls, take on part-time jobs to have social interaction during my recovery, and get a little bit of exercise each day. Therapy became an opportunity to create a beautiful painting from a blank canvas.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The panic attacks, crying spells, and paramedic visits are long gone. I no longer have emotions attached to the abuse. The only things that remain are the visual and auditory remnants of the trauma, in the form of flashbacks, and I won’t stop until they are eradicated as well.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Because of what the twins did to me, I have unlocked an internal strength I didn’t know I had. During my healing process, I discovered that my abusers were ten thousand times more afraid of me than I ever was of them. I was not targeted because I am weak; I was targeted because of my strengths. I was targeted because I possess the very qualities that my abusers never will. While they had me fooled for quite some time, with a clearer head and a restored subconscious, I can finally see them for the con artists they truly are.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Survivors, if no mental health professional has given you this validation, I hope you can hear it from me: You are not crazy; you were just damaged by crazy. You are not sick; you were just injured by truly sick people. You do not have a personality disorder or any other extreme diagnosis as a result of what you’ve experienced; you are a trauma survivor who had healthy reactions to being violated. You are not broken beyond repair; you are simply a survivor of an insidious form of hidden abuse that is widely misunderstood by both mental health professionals and laypeople.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Rest easy and know this: You are normal. You are healthy. You are human. You have survived pure evil, and you just need to be listened to.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I hope my story encourages survivors that healing is possible. Over the past two years, after receiving proper support regarding the reality of what I experienced, I have worked tirelessly to rebuild what my bullies robbed from me. Slowly but surely, I am restoring my life to a sense of normalcy. </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">My work with Shannon has shown me that there is life, freedom, joy, and peace after psychological abuse. Each time I left Shannon’s office, I felt a renewed sense of hope that it would be possible to return to the “me” I once knew. In both her writing and in the therapy room, Shannon leads with compassion, empathy, and a tender heart for survivors of psychological abuse. In Shannon, I have gained a lifelong confidant and therapeutic relationship that I know is 100% safe to return to if I ever need it.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">For those seeking clarity on their suffering, I encourage you to curl up with a cozy blanket and read </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Healing from Hidden Abuse</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">. Please visit </span><a href="http://www.shannonthomas.com"><span style="font-weight: 400;">www.shannonthomas.com</span></a><span style="font-weight: 400;"> for more information.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p>To my readers who have been following my journey: I am excited to share that I have created a personal blog called “<a href="https://www.littlecabinlife.com/">Little Cabin Life</a>.” This blog chronicles my healing journey, where I share my experiences and the things I am doing to support my recovery. You’ll also find tips that have been helpful to me along the way. If you’re interested in following my story, please feel free to visit <a href="https://www.littlecabinlife.com/">www.littlecabinlife.com</a>.</p>
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<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" src="https://cptsdfoundation.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/NatalieRose-1-e1733098850467.jpg" width="100"  height="100" alt="" itemprop="image"></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://cptsdfoundation.org/author/natalie-m/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Natalie Rose</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>My name is Natalie, and I am a survivor of about 13 years of absolute psychological torture from Complex PTSD symptoms. For the longest time, I thought I was inherently sick and broken beyond repair. I spent over a decade running around in circles in the medical system trying to figure out what was “wrong” with me and how to “fix” it.</p>
<p><strong>♡ What is Complex PTSD?</strong><strong> </strong><strong>♡</strong></p>
<p>Complex PTSD symptoms come from severe, prolonged, and numerous incidents of trauma, typically of a relational nature. Symptoms can come from any type of trauma, though, and the trauma doesn’t necessarily have to stem from childhood — adults can develop CPTSD as well. Trauma can damage the brain and shrink the hippocampus, causing many of the symptoms of CPTSD. I decided to go public with my story to be a voice for the voiceless. There are too many survivors being told CPTSD is a lifelong sentence, and they are not being given the tools they need to overcome their symptoms.</p>
<p><strong>♡ My Story</strong><strong> </strong><strong>♡</strong></p>
<p>I endured multiple types of traumas starting at around age thirteen, including numerous situations of both individual and large-group interpersonal cruelty. Some of these situations forced me to switch environments. My body couldn’t fathom what was happening, and my nervous system shut down. I saw danger everywhere, operated in a panicked survival mode, and lived in fear, anxiety, and isolation. I did my best to appear “normal” on the outside, keep a smile on my face, and control what was happening on the inside, distracting myself with extreme workaholism and doing nice things for others. I took active steps to keep branching out in confidence again, but these traumas kept piling onto each other and overlapping. I wasn’t ready to give up yet, though, because I knew my family and friends would be distraught if I did. The most difficult and heartbreaking part of my story is that the two communities I set out to seek healing in—religion and the medical system itself—caused further trauma when some religious leaders, congregation members, and medical professionals chose to take advantage of my vulnerability for their own motives. In most of these situations, I didn’t even realize I was a victim until outsiders pointed it out for me and that my vulnerability made me a target of malicious people. Each future situation of being targeted was just salt on the wound of the original incident.</p>
<p><strong>♡ My Struggles to Find Answers</strong><strong> </strong><strong>♡</strong></p>
<p>What I went through all those years was so severe, and my symptoms and physical body reactions as a result were so excruciating that I went as far as to see a neurologist, concerned that my symptoms were the result of some sort of nervous system disorder. However, he returned with no paperwork in his hands to inform me that there was nothing wrong with me but that I was simply completely traumatized, and my body reacted accordingly. I finally realized that my symptoms were not the result of an inherent mental or physical illness and began to take a trauma-based approach to my healing after many years of believing that I was “sick” for the rest of my life. My true progress began when I finally rejected the lies that were told to me that I would have to manage my symptoms for the rest of my life and made the decision to believe that I was fully capable of healing from my excruciating pain.</p>
<p><strong>♡ Finding My Own Healing</strong><strong> </strong><strong>♡</strong></p>
<p>I am excited to share tips for natural, somatic, and holistic healing that have helped me overcome things like dissociation, flashbacks, sleep challenges, anxiety, hypervigilance, and more. I began to pursue unique methods of healing after many years of not seeing much progress through westernized care, and this was the catalyst for fast-tracking my healing. I aim to help survivors overcome their feelings of self-guilt, blame, and humiliation and help them realize that their bodies had normal reactions to abnormal situations.</p>
<p>I’m so glad I didn’t give up when my pain felt unbearable. I know what I’ve survived. I know the work I’ve put in to overcome it. I am finally living a life of consistent peace and contentment, and I am sharing my story from the other side. I hope to encourage other survivors that there was never anything wrong with them to begin with and that they are capable of living healthy, happy, and fulfilled lives. I aim to live my life in love of both others and myself, understanding that everyone has a story of their own. I am grateful to the CPTSD Foundation for giving me an opportunity to share my story.</p>
<p><strong>♡ Personal Blog</strong><strong> </strong><strong>♡</strong></p>
<p>To learn more about my healing journey, please visit my personal blog, “Little Cabin Life,” at:<br />
<a href="http://littlecabinlife.com">littlecabinlife.com</a></p>
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<h4><em><strong>Narcissistic Behavior</strong></em></h4>



<p>I watched as the rage my father always carried washed over his face. Turing red, he stared at me with threatening eyes. I immediately looked for a way to back down. I had stepped over the boundary and committed the unpardonable sin—I had expressed a personal opinion that didn’t agree with his. My words were seen as a challenge, and he communicated total compliance without saying a word. </p>
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<h4><strong><em>When that covert narcissist happens to be a parent, the damage they do has lifelong consequences. </em></strong></h4>
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<p>If you have ever had a run-in with a covert narcissist, you will be familiar with this type of behavior. Whether it be a boss, a friend, or a family member, the covert narcissist has an amazing ability to communicate threat in a quiet but clear way. And when that covert narcissist happens to be a parent, the damage they do has lifelong consequences. </p>



<p>My father laid down total compliance throughout my childhood. In those years, it was easy to assault my personhood using physical, verbal, and emotional abuse because I was trapped with no way to escape. Totally dependent on him, he used my vulnerability and innocence as a way to extend his control. </p>



<p>Later, as an adult, he used tactics like questioning my decisions, behaving like a gatekeeper of approval, controlling the narrative, and acting as the moral authority to undermine any sense of independence I gained. Whenever I attempted something new, or stumbled into his orbit by sharing my plans, he would predict failure, imply collapse, and undercut my safety—unless, that is, I shored up his narcissistic system. Even then, his approval was doled out in crumbs. I snapped them up like a starving animal, oblivious to what he was up to.</p>



<h4><em><strong>How a Narcissist Tries to Annihilate Their Adult Child</strong></em></h4>



<p>In my adulthood, my father used manipulative behavior to express his displeasure. My son’s graduation from college was another opportunity for my father to ruin an otherwise happy occasion. Having barely survived childhood, I was so relieved and excited to have arrived at such a milestone and could not wait to see my son receive his engineering degree from a prestigious university. Instead of joining in the celebration, at the last minute, my father decided not to show up. I spent the entire ceremony wondering where he was and scanning the crowd in hopes that he had simply sat in the wrong seat. Afterwards, we hastily drove to his house, where he pouted in his bedroom, refusing to come out and speak to me. I cried the entire three-hour drive home. </p>
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<h4><strong><em>You are nothing. I am the center, and you revolve around me</em></strong></h4>
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<p>Weeks later, he told me flippantly, “I felt left out, but I was just having a bad day.” No apology, no self-awareness, no understanding of what his behavior had cost me, not to mention the entire family that day. After decades of tolerating his abuse, my emotional life was filled with anxiety and distress. On this day of all days, my father had decided to once again communicate the message: “You exist only in relation to me; without my approval, guidance, or control, you are nothing. I am the center, and you revolve around me. If you step out of my control, you will collapse into nothingness. I will always have the ability to destroy your happiness.”</p>



<p>As a child, survival depended upon appeasing this man. As an adult, I believed my safety and survival still depended on him. After that incident, I finally began to realize that nothing I ever did was going to be enough. Disentangling myself would become a mission. He wasn’t going to change, but I could.</p>



<h4><em><strong>Why Do Narcissists Do This?</strong></em></h4>



<p>Why do narcissists behave like this? It is complicated, but knowing a few reasons why can help alleviate blaming yourself. (Which is what the narcissist wants you to do.)</p>



<h4><strong>Fear of Losing Control</strong></h4>



<p>-Narcissists see their children as extensions of themselves. When a child grows up and asserts autonomy, the narcissist experiences this as betrayal or abandonment. </p>



<p>-Threats of annihilation become weapons to keep the child psychologically tethered.</p>



<h4><em><strong>Power Through Fear</strong></em></h4>



<p>-Narcissists lack empathy, so fear is their most reliable way to maintain dominance</p>



<p>-This keeps the adult child in a cycle of anxiety, hesitation, and self-doubt</p>



<h4><em><strong>Projection of Their Own Terror</strong></em></h4>



<p>-Deep down, narcissists live with an unacknowledged fear of annihilation themselves. They fear being irrelevant, abandoned, or exposed.</p>



<p>-They project these fears onto the child and use attacks, threats or emotional blackmail to unload their own inner chaos.</p>



<p><strong>How Covert Narcissistic Tactics Work</strong></p>



<p>Knowledge is power, and nowhere is this truer than in breaking free from the power of a narcissistic parent. Understanding what they are up to is the first step in the healing process. The following may help you distinguish the types of tactics a narcissist uses to establish their destructive dominance, especially toward their children.</p>



<p><strong>-Undermining Confidence and Questioning Reality:</strong> “Are you sure that happened?”  Planting doubt so you second-guess yourself.</p>



<p><strong>Minimizing success: </strong>“That’s nothing special, anyone could do that.”</p>



<p><strong>Shifting credit:</strong> Quietly taking credit for your achievements or framing them as their doing. (My father wanted credit for my son’s achievement. He later came out and said so.)</p>



<p><strong>Withholding &amp; Silent Control, Stonewalling: </strong>Refusing to engage, making you feel like you don’t exist unless you comply. Withdrawal of affection. Coldness or indifference as punishment. Strategic silence. Using non-response to keep you uneasy and seeking approval.</p>



<p><strong>Subtle Power Moves, Positioning Themselves as the Expert: </strong>Correcting you constantly, even in small ways. Backhanded compliments. “You look good — for once.” Mocking or smirking. Nonverbal ways of belittling that keep them on top without a word spoken.</p>



<p><strong>Playing the Victim, martyr narrative: </strong>“After all I’ve done for you…” Fragility as control. Acting wounded by your independence, so you feel guilty for separating. Inverted blame. You are “selfish,” “ungrateful,” or “cruel” if you assert yourself.</p>



<p><strong>Covert Threats forecasting failure: </strong>“You’ll regret that” or “You’ll never make it without me.”Implying collapse. Suggesting that your choices will “ruin the family” or “destroy everything.” Undercutting safety. Quietly reminding you that no one else will care for you the way they do.</p>



<p><strong>Placing Themselves in the Seat of Power, Gatekeeping Approval: </strong>Making you earn small crumbs of validation. Controlling narratives. Telling others your version of your life so you look unstable or dependent. Acting as the moral authority. Subtly elevating themselves as more righteous, smarter, or “wiser.”</p>



<p>My father never said the words, “I’ll annihilate you,” but that was the hidden message driving his interactions with me. Recently spending time in deep, inner healing work, my therapist asked me, “Can you remember a single time your father ever did anything out of love for you?” I thought for several minutes, and to my shock, I could not think of a single time. Even things that appeared good were done to shore up his narcissistic system or make himself look better. If you find yourself trying to break free of a powerful narcissistic parent, don’t give up. It is difficult, but possible, even necessary in order to reclaim the life that should be yours. Defy trauma, embrace joy.</p>



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					<description><![CDATA[For my own emotional safety and privacy, I have chosen to use alternate names for those involved. “Debby” and “Valerie” are not their real names, but they represent very real pain. For most of my life, I questioned my reactions to emotional pain. I convinced myself I was too sensitive, too reactive, or too forgiving. [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p class="post-meta">For my own emotional safety and privacy, I have chosen to use alternate names for those involved. “Debby” and “Valerie” are not their real names, but they represent very real pain. For most of my life, I questioned my reactions to emotional pain. I convinced myself I was too sensitive, too reactive, or too forgiving. It took years of confusion, self-blame, and emotional exhaustion before I understood that I had been caught in a cycle of narcissistic abuse, carefully hidden behind smiles, passive-aggressive remarks, and performative concern.</p>
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<h4><strong><em>“You always twist everything to make yourself the victim. It’s exhausting.”</em></strong></h4>
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<p class="post-meta">Debby came into my life through family. She was the kind of person who masked cruelty behind sweetness and intelligence. To everyone else, she appeared thoughtful, well-spoken, even graceful. But in private moments, she delivered cutting comments with a smile and thrived on power dynamics she subtly engineered. She often played the victim while simultaneously controlling the narrative, twisting events and conversations to paint herself as misunderstood or targeted. It took me a long time to realize that she enjoyed emotional chaos as long as it kept her in the spotlight. One message from Debby still echoes in my mind: “You always twist everything to make yourself the victim. It’s exhausting.” Debby’s manipulation tactics were layered and calculated. She used triangulation frequently, looping in others behind my back to shift perception and create confusion. She and her husband even learned sign language as a private form of communication in front of others, including me, and once signed a message to him during a family gathering to “control your mother and get her checked” because she felt annoyed by his mom.</p>
<p class="post-meta">She frequently used the phrase, “You’re being aggressive,” any time I attempted to express a boundary or respond to her provocations. Debby also weaponized private information I had shared with her, subtly leaking it to others in a twisted form to damage my reputation while keeping her own hands clean. She refused to take accountability for anything but thrived on issuing ultimatums, flipping the script, and responding with, “Then stop contacting me,” when I asked for respect and honesty.</p>
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<h4><strong><em>Then came Valerie. </em></strong></h4>
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<p class="post-meta">She portrayed herself as the nurturing one, the martyr holding everything together. But underneath the surface, she constantly positioned herself above others. She was more subtle, using backhanded compliments, guilt trips, and triangulation to maintain control. I found myself second-guessing every interaction with her, walking on eggshells to avoid triggering her defensiveness or judgment. When I did try to set boundaries, she would redirect the focus onto herself, making my pain feel inconvenient or invalid. One message from Valerie that stayed with me was: “You should really think about why everyone has such a hard time getting along with you.” Valerie’s manipulation was often masked in concern or self-pity. She regularly framed herself as the peacemaker, while quietly seeding division behind the scenes. She frequently called her own husband “crazy” in front of others to invalidate his feelings or opinions.</p>
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<h4><strong><em>On one hand, she portrayed herself as rejected and mistreated, and on the other, she seemed tightly woven into the fabric of her family’s life.</em></strong></h4>
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<p class="post-meta">Valerie convinced him to annul a previous marriage through the Catholic Church in order to marry her, despite his having children from that relationship. She also used guilt-based tactics to gain control over family dynamics, such as framing her involvement in every situation as being “just to help” while taking subtle jabs at others’ character. When she felt threatened or confronted, she would say, “I’m just trying to keep the peace,” as a way to end the conversation and avoid accountability. Her most consistent tactic was rewriting history, claiming I was distant, difficult, or dramatic while minimizing her own role in creating those dynamics. Valerie also frequently claimed to be the black sheep in her own family, stating that no one liked her or treated her well. Yet despite those claims, she maintained a close and visible relationship with her family, posting affectionate messages online and attending family events regularly. This contradiction only added to the confusion. On one hand, she portrayed herself as rejected and mistreated, and on the other, she seemed tightly woven into the fabric of her family’s life. It created an illusion that made her stories harder to question, because they came wrapped in both victimhood and performance. I tolerated it for a long time. I stayed quiet to avoid making waves, hoping things would change if I just tried harder. But the more I bent myself to keep the peace, the more fractured I became inside. I started losing trust in my own perception.</p>
<p class="post-meta">I isolated myself emotionally, ashamed of how deeply these women’s words and behaviors affected me. The turning point came when I began learning about narcissistic behavior patterns. Suddenly, my experiences made sense. The love-bombing, the gaslighting, the silent treatment, the manipulation, it all clicked. I was not imagining it. I was not being dramatic. I had been systematically emotionally worn down by individuals who needed to feel superior in order to feel secure. Healing did not happen overnight. It started with journaling, therapy, and slowly allowing myself to believe that what happened was real. I created distance. I stopped explaining myself to those committed to misunderstanding me. I permitted myself to choose peace over performance, and truth over silence. Telling this story is not about revenge. It is about reclaiming my voice after years of being silenced through subtle cruelty. It is about helping others feel less alone in the shadows of emotional manipulation. If you recognize yourself in this story, please know: you are not weak, and you are not alone. What you went through was real. And you deserve the kind of love that does not demand your silence as the price of belonging. Disclaimer: Names have been changed to protect my privacy. Any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental.</p>
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<h4><em><strong>10 Ways to Spot a Narcissist.</strong></em></h4>
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<p class="post-meta">10 Ways to Spot a Narcissist. They twist facts to fit their version of the story.</p>
<p class="post-meta">1. They rewrite conversations and events to make themselves look like the victim or the hero, never the problem.<br />
2. They give backhanded compliments. Praise often comes with a sting, like “You look good… for once.”<br />
3. They lack accountability. Apologies, if given, are usually deflective- “Sorry you feel that way,” instead of genuine remorse. 4. They demand loyalty but gossip about others, even those considered close to them, under the guise of “superiority” or “concern”. They create alliances to isolate people and maintain control, then turn on others just as quickly.<br />
5. They use your emotions against you. Vulnerability is weaponized. When you open up, they later use your words to shame or discredit you.<br />
6. They thrive on control and attention. If the focus is not on them, they find subtle or dramatic ways to reclaim the spotlight. 7. They play the victim when called out. Instead of addressing the issue, they redirect by saying, “I can’t believe you would accuse me of that” or “what do you mean by accountability?” only admitting that they have no intentions or can’t possess the capacity to hold such a standard<br />
8. They fluctuate between idealizing and devaluing. One moment you are “the only one who understands them,” and the next, you are “too much” or “not enough.”<br />
9. They make you doubt your reality. Through gaslighting, they cause you to question your memory, perception, or feelings. 10. They are highly reactive to boundaries. Any request for space, clarity, or respect is seen as an attack or betrayal.</p>
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1. “That is not how I experienced it, and I will not debate my reality.” (Clear, calm, and boundary-based.)<br />
2. “I will not engage in a conversation that twists my words.” (Stops the spin.)<br />
3. “You are entitled to your version. I am allowed to hold mine.” (Affirms both separation and self-trust.)<br />
4. “I am not available for guilt trips or emotional manipulation.” (Names the tactic without getting pulled in.)<br />
5. “We can continue this conversation when respect is part of it.” (Sets a condition for communication.)<br />
6. “I will not accept blame for things outside of my control.” (Protects from scapegoating.)<br />
7. “That comment feels disrespectful, and I am stepping away.” (Protects your nervous system.)<br />
8. “Silence or withdrawal will not pressure me to comply.” (Neutralizes the silent treatment.)<br />
9. “No is a full sentence.” (Short, solid, and self-honoring.)<br />
10. “I do not owe continued access to someone who does not treat me with care.” (Affirms your worth and boundaries.)</p>
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Now pursuing a degree in psychology with plans to become a clinical psychologist, Amy draws on her lived experience to advocate for trauma-informed care, emotional literacy, and survivor-led healing. She was recently honored with the <strong>Presidential Outstanding Student Award</strong> at her college for her academic excellence, leadership, and resilience. Amy is an active member of the <strong>Global Leaders Club</strong>, where she fosters community growth and encourages emotional empowerment among her peers.<br />
She is currently writing her first book, <em>The Ones Who Raised Me Didn’t Know Me</em>, a hybrid memoir and transformational guide for women who grew up misunderstood, misnamed, or emotionally silenced, and who are now reclaiming their identities with clarity and strength. Her writing explores themes such as narcissistic abuse, complex PTSD, emotional survival, and healing through authenticity.<br />
Through blog entries, poetry, and educational advocacy, Amy creates a space where truth is honored and survivors are reminded that they were never broken, only buried. Her work is a voice for those who are learning that peace is not the absence of pain, but the presence of self.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[It’s something every survivor of childhood trauma dreads: the death of their abuser. No one has any idea how they are going to react. Will you be awash in regret? How about grief? The losses incurred dealing with a narcissistic parent over a lifetime complicate everything, even death. And that is true whether you walked [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>It’s something every survivor of childhood trauma dreads: the death of their abuser. No one has any idea how they are going to react. Will you be awash in regret? How about grief? The losses incurred dealing with a narcissistic parent over a lifetime complicate everything, even death. And that is true whether you walked away years ago or stayed nominally in touch. Both my parents were highly dysfunctional. My mother, who died in 2021, was a mentally ill enabler. She was definitely a narcissist, but in a different way from my father. </p>



<p>My father finally died a few months ago. Survivors will understand the word finally. I thought he would never die. Billy Joel’s song “Only the Good Die Young” was certainly true in this situation. I had gone no contact about seven years before, but the shadow of power this man wielded over my life continued, whether I was in contact with him or not. I even moved all the way across the country to put space between me and him. Space between the present and the past. The constructed reality he demanded everyone agree with, the dominating presence where no voice save his was heard, the judgmental pronouncements of doom and gloom over your life, the complete lack of understanding or empathy. These were just a few of the ways his brainwashing impacted me. </p>
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<h4><em><strong>These were just a few of the ways his brainwashing impacted me. </strong></em></h4>
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<p>And when he died, instead of the relief I felt at my mother’s passing, a terrible door that had been shut for over sixty years was opened. The parts of me from childhood that had split off and carried the load felt free to come forward, and it was hard. Hard to face them, hard to talk to them, and hard to become an ally to them instead of an enemy. </p>



<p>There are no words to describe the damage and loss that occur when your parents choose the path of narcissism. To their very grave, my parents never had the slightest inkling of self-awareness or took any personal responsibility. In fact, my sibling and I were “disinherited.” The old threat to keep me within my father’s orbit finally came true. For me, I could understand it; I walked away years ago. But for my sibling who provided for my father financially and took care of his ex-wife, our mother, who otherwise would have been homeless, it was a low blow. Yet again, the narcissist showed his true colors. It did not matter what you did for the man; he did not know how to do anything other than hurt us. His final message? “You are worthless.” </p>



<p>But I survived, and guess what? My father was wrong. It took everything I had to slog through the twisted spider web of lies he had spun. I spent decades trying to understand, reaching toward the truth that seemed to dissipate into mist at the slightest stress. To quiet the dissonance in my mind, heart, and soul. I used every technique and read every book I could get my hands on, but you know what? I made it. I have written a new chapter, established new relationships, and I walk in truth. What does the Bible say? The truth will set you free? Yep, that’s what it says. I can wonder at the joy in life, pursue dreams and goals I never thought reachable, and more than anything else, I can finish well, leaving a legacy of peace, encouragement, and kindness to my children. </p>



<p>I pity my mother and father. They never knew how wonderful life could be. It is still hard sometimes, I suppose I will always bear the scars to a certain degree, but I made it. I made it out, and I am so thankful I did not give up. Defy trauma, embrace joy. It is worth it.</p>



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					<description><![CDATA[Reclaiming Safety after Narcissistic Abuse This post explores the unseen consequences of narcissistic abuse, the breakdown of psychological and physiological safety, and the slow, sacred journey of healing &#8216;functional freeze&#8217; that invites us to reclaim our inner warmth. How Narcissistic Abuse Disrupts the Nervous System Narcissistic abuse doesn’t just hurt emotionally. It rewires the nervous [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<h4><em><strong>Reclaiming Safety after Narcissistic Abuse </strong></em></h4>



<p>This post explores the unseen consequences of narcissistic abuse, the breakdown of psychological and physiological safety, and the slow, sacred journey of healing &#8216;functional freeze&#8217; that invites us to reclaim our inner warmth.</p>


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<h4><em><strong>How Narcissistic Abuse Disrupts the Nervous System</strong></em></h4>



<p>Narcissistic abuse doesn’t just hurt emotionally. It rewires the nervous system. Love becomes laced with fear. Intuition is replaced by doubt. The body learns to stay on alert, never knowing when the next emotional ambush will strike. These are not just psychological scars—they are physiological adaptations.</p>



<p><strong>Common nervous system responses among survivors:</strong></p>



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<li>Chronic anxiety or emotional numbness</li>



<li>Over-apologizing</li>



<li>Fear of abandonment over minor conflict</li>



<li>Difficulty setting boundaries without guilt</li>



<li>Feeling responsible for others’ emotions</li>
</ul>



<p>These are survival strategies encoded into the nervous system through repeated betrayal, manipulation, and neglect.</p>


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<p><strong>The Hidden Insults</strong></p>



<p>While emotional abuse can be covert, it is often accompanied by devastating tactics that attack a person&#8217;s reality and sense of belonging:</p>



<p>Smear campaigns and the calculated effort to damage someone’s reputation through lies, exaggerations, or half-truths. It causes social isolation, chronic fight-or-flight activation and the complete breakdown of trust in self and others.</p>



<p>Over time, victims may experience health issues like chronic fatigue, autoimmune conditions, and depression.</p>



<p>Triangulation introduces a third person to control, confuse, or destabilize relationships. Whether in families, workplaces, or romantic partnerships, it creates instability and self-doubt, keeping the nervous system in survival mode.</p>



<p>The disorientation and confusion is used as a control mechanism. Gaslighting, word salads, blame-shifting and future faking, we&#8217;ve heard it all before and know it well. But the results? Cognitive overload, emotional dysregulation, and loss of interoceptive awareness (gut instinct). This prolonged disorientation leads many into chronic freeze states or dissociation.</p>



<p>The freeze response is a survival mechanism — often a final refuge when fight or flight isn’t possible. In environments filled with chronic gaslighting, unpredictability, or betrayal, the body may enter this state or bounce between freeze and flight to cope with overwhelm. To heal, we first name it and understand it, and then gently support ourselves in thawing.</p>


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<h4 class="wp-block-heading"><em><strong>Recognizing You’re in a Freeze State</strong></em></h4>



<p>Recognizing that haze and sense of disconnection from your body or emotions, the difficulty making decisions or forming coherent thoughts (brain fog), the flat affect and emotional numbness, of being here but not. Slowly losing interest in things you used to enjoy. The sometimes comforting yet lonely feeling of invisibility or of being unreachable, even around others. The fatigue has no clear cause, but you quietly know what lies beneath it. The difficulty sensing hunger, thirst, or needing to use the bathroom, and the subtle painful tap dance between shame or guilt for &#8220;not doing enough&#8221;</p>



<p><br />In freeze, the nervous system is still highly activated beneath the surface, but energy gets &#8220;locked in&#8221; to prevent you from feeling it all at once. It’s like hitting the emergency brakes internally. The damage to the nervous system is real. Healing is not about &#8220;getting over it.&#8221; It’s about re-establishing the trust that was broken—restoring the nervous system and connection between body and mind, self and others.</p>



<h4 class="wp-block-heading"><strong><em>Nervous System Recovery Begins With Restoring Safety to the System, then:</em></strong></h4>



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<li><strong>Recognition</strong>: Understanding manipulation helps restore clarity.</li>



<li><strong>Boundary repair</strong>: Healthy boundaries signal to your body: &#8220;You are safe now.&#8221;</li>



<li><strong>Somatic practices</strong>: Breathwork, vagal toning, movement, and trauma-informed yoga shift you out of stuck survival stress states.</li>



<li><strong>Reconnecting to intuition</strong>: Somatic therapy and journaling help restore healthy interoception.</li>



<li><strong>Safe connection</strong>: Healthy relationships restore oxytocin flow and ventral vagal activation (social engagement).</li>
</ul>


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<p>The cyclical nature of healing and the quiet, grief-filled moments become sacred territory for you to navigate with such an immense level of kindness towards what is arising for you. This is not about becoming someone new. It’s about remembering who you were before the distortion. The self that was buried beneath the rubble the noise and manipulation. We rise again because we learn to tend to our own vision of our future selves while reclaiming our shattered, displaced, and stolen pieces.</p>



<p>You might recognize these signs of coming out of freeze by suddenly crying all the choked back tears, maybe the body will even begin to quiver and shake, and yawn with a desire to stretch. Increased awareness of your breath or bodily sensations indicates you are coming back home to your body. This might trigger subtle emotional stirrings (grief, anger, longing), maybe feeling both scared and curious at the same time. The beginning of boundaries forming internally is a really good sign of recovery.</p>



<p><strong>Gentle Reminder:</strong><br />Coming out of freeze can feel overwhelming — even “too alive” — so it’s important to go slowly, be tender and understand the nuances and nudges of your inner world. Your nervous system is doing something extraordinary: rediscovering presence and both physiological and psychological.</p>


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<h4><em><strong>A Note of Hope</strong></em></h4>



<p>Narcissistic abuse is real. Its impact is profound. But so is the recovery.</p>



<p>The nervous system, once betrayed, can learn to feel safe again. It can rewire, reconnect, and reclaim its vital energy.</p>



<p>Along the healing path, you will meet others who see you. Who understand you. Who walk beside you as you rediscover your worth and rebuild your inner sanctuary.</p>



<p>You are becoming.</p>



<p>And your nervous system deserves nothing less than peace, presence, and protection.</p>
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