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I feel you (virtual 🤗). I’ve spent the last 15 years trying to find the bold, ambitious woman I used to be who slowly faded like an apparition. I understand getting back what we once had may not be possible, but wanting to be better could bring something even more amazing than we can imagine.

I commend you for standing up for your sister! My father didn’t sexually abuse my brother (who is five years younger) or me, but he denied any type of bonding with my brother because he never gave my mother permission to get pregnant (he should’ve been diagnosed with NPD). For years, I tried...

You’re welcome 😊 Enjoy your dinner and spending time with Mom.

Thank you. When I started researching narcissism (because I think my husband could be borderline), I thought immediately of my dad. He used to pound his fists on the table if Mom didn’t have his meals hot and waiting for him when he wanted it. Looking back at the things I remember and his...

I hope you have a happy Thanksgiving 😊 I truly enjoy reading your posts. They are insightful, witty and balanced with a great sense of humor.

November 26, 2020 Writing for me has always been cathartic. As far back as I remember, I’ve written poetry sand short stories. Somehow, the writing always helps me see things I otherwise miss in memory alone. Combine that with educational articles and I suddenly have a well-rounded...

Summer 1981 Our neighborhood was small. An average city suburb where every house was similar in structure, and the trees shrouded the skeletons hidden beneath. It was a warm, summer day and my brother and I were playing ball in the front yard. Mom was busy doing something I couldn’t figure...

Fall 1978 I just got a new bike for my birthday. It was red and peach and had strawberries painted on it. It was my first big-girl bike, and I couldn’t wait to ride it. I was already riding without training wheels, so it took only seconds for me to adjust to the bigger size. As I rode up...

Summer 1977 My three-year-old self trembled like an earthquake. I felt as if my feet were encased in cement. I knew I was in trouble for disobeying, and I hated Daddy’s voice when he was mad. I kept trodding toward the house repeating my apology over and over in my head. “This is dumb. Why...

I was sexually assaulted at 4yo and 9 yo, but I think my shame stems from what happened after the assault when I was 9. My dad and his sister (I no longer speak to them, btw) forced me to be examined by a doctor b/c my dad didn’t believe me when I said there wasn’t any penetration. My parents...

Thank you. The support means a lot 😊

🥰 thank you Thanks. Because of Pete’s book, I’m recognizing that I dissociate; I am also understanding my triggers and now have answers to why I do some of the things I do.

I believe because some of my major trauma happened during sleep or at night, I experience #3 quite often when I lay down to sleep. I never realized it was a symptom until now.

Thank you for your reply. I wanted so badly when I was young to break the cycle I endured so my children would have a real childhood; turns out I was susceptible and never realized. I’m not therapy hunting atm due to Covid, but once things calm a bit I’m jumping in head-first!

I’m a 46 yo female, I’ve been married for 21 years and suffer(ed) emotional neglect from my husband and from a narcissistic father, could never please my critical mother, experienced 2 miscarriages and husband verbally abused (he calls it “tough love”) me after the second miscarriage. move been...