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The journey begins ... or continues ... articulating the rollercoaster that is my life

I am down to 83.9kg today.
I started taking exogenous ketones. Brain food. It is helping.:-)
I am definitely getting better.
Still frightened of my children falling apart and/or becoming criminals or getting what I have or something worse.
Still can't go near my ex, my mum, most of my family, my town (unless someone is with me) or any kind of work but I'm going to jump on the bus and go to my "Safe town" in the morning. I haven't caught the bus for ages.
 
The shitty thing about narcissistic abuse? It feels not valid compared to bashing and slashing. I stayed for so long because I justified it with "well he doesn't hit me".
But in the long run I almost died of organ failure and multiple internal systems breaking down.
I got psychotic, manic, extreme insomnia, s/i, bleeding and constant extreme pain in my digestive system, I had cold inside me for months, my middle, the part that's supposed to be warm all the time, was cold, I had extreme energy fluctuations where I got so weak I couldn't walk and so jumpy I couldn't sit down and I roamed the city at all hours. Two hospitals rejected me, nobody could put me up for more than a couple of days coz I was so driven out of my mind and skin, I had been in so much pain and no sleep for so long, I was utterly cracked. My mother, of course, did nothing, didn't lift a finger to help even though I begged her, not the first time I had begged her, broken, for a little care, but it certainly doesn't happen much and will never happen again.
Leaving children with the person who drove me out of my mind and nearly my body? Was utter torture, utter moral torture, psychological torture.
21 years of narcassistic slow cooking? I'd rather get beaten.
 
The reason though, is just because it's more clear cut, if you're hit, you know you're being subject to violence.
Although reading others diaries, it doesn't seem like it is so clear cut, even then.
I think maybe the feelings are still muddy, shame-filled and conflicted.
I didn't even know it was abuse, really. It took me the longest time to figure out that it wasn't just me being bad, needing to grovel and appease, to stop him having me committed so he could take off with my babies, leaving me looney, lonely, disgraced, on the human refuse pile.

In the end, though, I was begging him to have me committed, and it didn't suit him to allow me to get treatment so ....yeah, no support for an inpatients admission.
I even tried to self admit, but they just told me to go home and "deal with my problems".
I did finally go see the ladies at the neighborhood centre when I realised I was the ship and the ship was going down and my children were passengers on a sinking ship.

After all his years of "you're crazy", serious gaslighty stuff on a woman who knew she was cracked, cracked from the start, broken to begin with, I finally said "I'll go see someone". I was out of options. He hadn't intended for me to actually get treatment, just to demoralize me.
He did tend to say "ok, let's go to see a psychiatrist, we'll see who the crazy one is". I knew he just wanted to shame me, throw me under the bus and keep the children from me.

I went to see a pdoc without him, with my mental health nurse practitioner, but the pdoc wasn't a good one. She was a cold, cold Asian woman. She was the one who diagnosed me with bpd. The one who never even bothered to ask if I'd ever suffered any abuse or sexual violence.
I was convinced I must of had bipolar by then.
She prescribed me anti-depressants but I was too frightened to take them.
Anti-D's cause mania in people with bipolar.
Those drugs can cause severe suicidal impulses (it said so in the contraindications, in the box) and I was only hanging on by a thread, I didn't want to risk being tipped over the edge.

I left him soon after that. I was too ill and too despised. My lymphs were drowning, my lungs were near collapsing, my ovaries were growing growths, my system was toxic overloaded (I had a bit of toxic shock syndrome too, a yucky thing I don't want to talk any more about) my bowels were bleeding, I hadn't gotten over swine flu properly either, and I had "so many parasites, it was like I had lived in India all my life" said the diagnostician.

The hospitals couldn't handle me though. Nobody could. I was beside myself. Too much pain and acute stress on top of this ole nasty peice of brain inflammation.

Our hospitals don't deal with traumatized and "too-long-living-third-worldish peeps. That's why I'm going to the private posh place for a proper 3 week trauma program, again, early next month.
 
No words, but many hugs.

It's terrible what you've gone through
Thank you @littleoc . I'm having a hard time wanting to minimize and being consumed with shame for my insignificant and "probably made up" trauma" at the moment. It feels so shaming to say those things as if they have, weight, as if they count.
I feel like groveling to everyone and apologizing for thinking I've been through anything, because mine is because of my utter defectiveness, badness and "craziness". Getting ill and being in physical pain for years while being screamed at, gaslit, threatened with losing my children and having my pleas for help riduculed and turned into abuse and more shaming, well, it was only my due and my fault. That's what my brains coming up with, shame, guilt, shame and more shame, toxic, toxic shame. Plus I'm a woose, a histrionic victim-playing crazy moron, that's what my brains saying. Minimize and shame, thanks brain. Being isolated in the bush and trapped for years , living on the road, like a fugitive, while having babies and having to pretend I wasn't terrified, ill and bonkers while living with a narcissistic hebophilic drug addict, it's not Trauma . Don't you know that silly body?
 
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My post got swallowed up by littleoc's quote.
Having a tough time around my heart again, this stuff has hit me hard, also, delayed reaction to "he tried to kill himself a bunch of times" admission yesterday, about my estranged middle son. So much guilt. So much horror at my ex and mum's nasty and vindictive and gaslighting and refusal to be caring to people who were/are dependent on them. That's what it comes down to, for me, the grinding people down until they are reduced to wanting to die. The unbelievable neglect and willingness to risk other's lives, lives that they are supposed to care about.
 
Pretty successful and "normalizing" day yesterday.:)

I'm at a kind of forgiveness place with my ex at the moment. It's something I've struggled with A LOT. I think I'm realising what forgiveness is for me, in this situation.

He's impaired, no doubt about it. He pretty much fits the "psychopath check list" everything checks off and I can tick every box. Having said that, he's not a bad psychopath. I mean there are heaps worse, more dangerous ones than him. I don't even think he's a primarily brain-wired psychopath, maybe an Aspergers kid who was parented in such a way that he went that way, narcissist-creating type parenting.

I know his mum was the product of a violent alcoholic dad who beat her mum and maybe her, not entirely sure. His Dad was an alcoholic, a product of a native American vaudeville performer and one of identical twin sisters who both got pregnant to the same man and never spoke to each again. They had identical looking son's, who, one of which, was M, who had only one son, my ex, and two daughters.

One of the daughters got badly burnt when she was six and my ex was very neglected from then on. He turned to drugs, stealing, drug dealing, that sort of thing. He also tied his oldest sister up, and threatened her with a tomahawk .

None of his family has anything to do with him for many years. But eventually his Dad, after recovering from alcoholism, made efforts to reconnect and his older sister became a great aunty for my kids until dying of pancreatic cancer, in 2010, not long before I left my ex and kids and roamed the streets in agony and mania and acute stress being a nearly dying person.

My ex has nearly lost our children to suicide a number of them, a number of times. Born of his narcissistic need to demonize and exclude me and hate me for leaving him, instead of dying. My kids suffered a lot for lack of me and thinking that I'm a bad and "crazy" person, well, being told that I am/was.

I think he's scared now, he views his children as his life insurance, to take care of him when he's old, he doesn't want to lose them because he's into amassing power and because he's such a dodgy arsehole and jailbait, he's got a little kingdom of legitimacy as a father, and as a drug dealer ("medical" Cannabis). But he's getting away with that.

Strip him of the kids, though, and he's got nothing, no cover, no legitimacy, no "respectability". The thing is, he's my perp, my arseholes, coz he's dad of my kids, kids who are attached to their Dad, it's not healthy attachment its more like codependent and drug-muddied attachment, brainwashed and demoralized attachment.

But I do believe he's trying to be a better Dad, since all the suicidation, last year and previously. I just hope drugs don't ruin my kids like he is ruined, or worse.

So my forgiveness is around acceptance of his impairment. His brain is "not right" in the way of making choices that are "right" and not thinking and feeling for others, with any empathy.
He's dangerous, for sure, his mental hold and dependency on our kids isn't good, he tried to make them very dependent on him, well into adulthood, and lean on them, very heavily, but he doesn't want them to die, so he's improving his dad form, a little bit.

Still torturous for me, but not as bad as it has been.
 
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That's some awesome healing Mums... trying to at least have some compassion and empathy for his life choices, knowing the circumstances..

Hope you don't mind me sharing this, but I found 'the process of forgiveness' , a lot like grieving... it came in stages. It wasn't a one time deal... takes times, and things might come up you forgot about and you will feel hurt and angry all over again... doesn't mean you still aren't in the process of forgiving him.. it's simply something to add to the list.

You are right, forgiveness is for US, to lighten our burden of hatred or what ever we are feeling in regard to someone. In many cases, the person being forgiven could care less.. so, this is a beautiful, gentle thing that has opened for you.. so please don't start negative self talk if you find it's not all over and done with... it's taken me my lifetime to forgive my dad. I don't even think it's forgiveness, it's more like indifference. He has no hold over me for the most part.. still knee jerk responses.. or little triggers... but forgiveness or not, I can only share where I am now, that is just part of it... we may forgive them, but not forget the damage done, we just transcended the cause for the abuse, and are simply, not easily, but simply, working on ourselves..

Super impressed with this.. as there is some 'forgiveness' I also need to work on regard to one of my sisters... so will be following to see how you climb this hill and be the victor... thank you for sharing this... and there is no rule we have to forgive anyone for anything, but from experience, I do know it lightens my load... gentle hugs to you Mums... you've come a long way !!!:hug::hug:
 
I'm going to chart my weight loss, because, after 5 years of struggling with a stress-induced, earing addiction/compulsion and aging-supported weight gain, plus some failed-pregnancies, that sabotaged me, last year and the year before, I'm finally back to a weight loss regime that's working very well.

It's only clicked, in the last couple of weeks. For ages I wasn't well enough to start. After the last pregnancy, I had getting-pregnancy- related-fear about weight loss, because before, every one of the three failed pregnancies, I had lost a significant amount of weight, and I got scared of a repeat.

Miscarriages suck a lot of hairy balls.

So, now, I decided if I accidentally fell pregnant, (I am cursed/blessed with "super fertility") I will terminate the pregnancy. I think that decision has helped with getting on top of the fear of losing the weight.

I've never had an abortion but I feel ok about going there if necessary. My eggs are not good anymore and my health and circumstances aren't really conducive to bringing another child into the world.

It's a hard call, because, since very early on, with my guy, I've wanted to have a baby with him. I don't think that will happen now, though.

Even my ex couldn't help but say "you were good with them, when they were babies."

I think I was a good mum, all things considered, not just when.they were babies.

I wanted a baby with someone who would be a great dad. My guy is a lovely dad to his sons and he raised his daughter for the first 4 years of her life, coz her mum is some kind of narcissist.

She did the same, but worse, parental alienation to him, though, after cheating on him, nearly running him over and getting him charged with assault (she faked it, by hurting herself and saying it was him).

One of the reasons I want to live separately from him,.is so he can offer his daughter a room, here. There are only two bedrooms here, and both my youngest children are living in them. presently.

Anyway, back to my weight loss news. I am steadily losing, at about 2 of kgs a week. But it's only been two weeks.
If I keep losing at this rate, I will be back to my healthy weight in 12 weeks.:)
 
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