alwyn
Padawan Learner
First of all, I want to thank Laura and the forum for illuminating the work on Ponerology, and also for articles, etc. in dealing with the 'Garden Variety Psycopath.' I used to hear alot about the 'petty tyrants' that Castaneda used to talk about, and got caught up by a few of them. (I'm being modest...there wasn't a hook I wouldn't take, for a while .) I finally got to the point where I had worked on myself to the point of not having many places for the psychos to hook on to...and then I had a child.
I think that the heart-softening that happens when you have a child can sometimes turn your brain to mush. I started to believe the world could be good again. I thought that everyone must have SOME good in them. It was something about looking into my son's eyes, and seeing absolute love and trust. About this time, the lights must have come up in the psychopathic target locator, 'cause all hell broke loose.
The father of my child took up with a real sociopath, who stayed with him long enough to bust up our relationship, and then move on. My child's father decided that child rearing wasn't for him, and moved out. (Not too far, we're rather stuck in a three-way land partnership, but he moved about as far as the back end of the forty.) My son was diagnosed with asthma, and almost died from the tender ministrations of what passes for 'Western Medicine.' I had to take on the medical establishment to keep them from repeating the drugs that almost killed him twice. I found a homeopath, got my son on the road to healing, got married , and was settling down with my new family when the proverbial effluent hit the fan.
The same woman who was responsible for breaking up our relationship took up with the father of my child again. Only now, she set her sights on my son. Somehow, she convinced this socially delinquent father that their relationship could only be complete if her son and mine were all together in the same household. I suppose I could deal with the ensuing custody battle, but the way she twisted my son's mind was insane. The poor kid didn't know if he was coming or going, and I couldn't figure out how this seemingly charming woman could cause so much damage, and convince just about everyone around me that I was crazy, an unfit mother, and a danger to my son. I didn't have a name for this, I just knew it was wrong, and I set out to find the answer.
I can't even tell you how I got to this site, I only know I did, and, finally, I had a NAME for what was happening to me and my son. The research and resources have been invaluable, and went a huge way towards restoring my equilibrium. I just wonder if anyone else has any experience with psychos targeting their children (I seem to remember Laura had a comment or two), but, more importantly, how can we protect our children?
What I came up with for my boy was, rather than fight a war of words (which apparently can't be done with a sociopath...glad I got that fact) I tried to point out the inconsistencies and disparities between action and words. It is hard for him. He was raised with the truth, and has a truly loving heart. And, I suppose, it is better that this come up now, while I am still able to somewhat intercede, rather than later, with no warning or oversight. I don't know what I'll do if they prevail in court. I'm worried that they will kill my son through neglect (this idiot woman told my son his asthma was psychosomatic...obviously she never sat next to hospital monitors counting breaths and heartbeats, wondering if they would flat-line or improve...psychosomatic my a**).
I feel I can handle anything but this, and I don't really have a choice in the matter. This is war, and handle it I must.
So, how do you all handle the war with your hostages to fortune?
I think that the heart-softening that happens when you have a child can sometimes turn your brain to mush. I started to believe the world could be good again. I thought that everyone must have SOME good in them. It was something about looking into my son's eyes, and seeing absolute love and trust. About this time, the lights must have come up in the psychopathic target locator, 'cause all hell broke loose.
The father of my child took up with a real sociopath, who stayed with him long enough to bust up our relationship, and then move on. My child's father decided that child rearing wasn't for him, and moved out. (Not too far, we're rather stuck in a three-way land partnership, but he moved about as far as the back end of the forty.) My son was diagnosed with asthma, and almost died from the tender ministrations of what passes for 'Western Medicine.' I had to take on the medical establishment to keep them from repeating the drugs that almost killed him twice. I found a homeopath, got my son on the road to healing, got married , and was settling down with my new family when the proverbial effluent hit the fan.
The same woman who was responsible for breaking up our relationship took up with the father of my child again. Only now, she set her sights on my son. Somehow, she convinced this socially delinquent father that their relationship could only be complete if her son and mine were all together in the same household. I suppose I could deal with the ensuing custody battle, but the way she twisted my son's mind was insane. The poor kid didn't know if he was coming or going, and I couldn't figure out how this seemingly charming woman could cause so much damage, and convince just about everyone around me that I was crazy, an unfit mother, and a danger to my son. I didn't have a name for this, I just knew it was wrong, and I set out to find the answer.
I can't even tell you how I got to this site, I only know I did, and, finally, I had a NAME for what was happening to me and my son. The research and resources have been invaluable, and went a huge way towards restoring my equilibrium. I just wonder if anyone else has any experience with psychos targeting their children (I seem to remember Laura had a comment or two), but, more importantly, how can we protect our children?
What I came up with for my boy was, rather than fight a war of words (which apparently can't be done with a sociopath...glad I got that fact) I tried to point out the inconsistencies and disparities between action and words. It is hard for him. He was raised with the truth, and has a truly loving heart. And, I suppose, it is better that this come up now, while I am still able to somewhat intercede, rather than later, with no warning or oversight. I don't know what I'll do if they prevail in court. I'm worried that they will kill my son through neglect (this idiot woman told my son his asthma was psychosomatic...obviously she never sat next to hospital monitors counting breaths and heartbeats, wondering if they would flat-line or improve...psychosomatic my a**).
I feel I can handle anything but this, and I don't really have a choice in the matter. This is war, and handle it I must.
So, how do you all handle the war with your hostages to fortune?