CPTSD nightmares show horror of dark tetrad parent abuse but ways out too

Hello my friends. Another day, another night of CPTSD nightmares and they just get more disturbing. But the more I really look at what's happening in them, the more I realize the horror dark tetrad parent abuse. But, also, perhaps, a way too. But I can never find healing till I unpack just how horrifying the horrors were. That, I'm learning, is why I cycle endlessly through these trauma dreams night after night. My mind is trying to find a way out. 

Last night's nightmare might have been one of the scariest but also most eye-opening. So first, some background  on why it was so scary. When I tell you what happened, I'm pretty sure you're going to think, "that's scary?" What no haunted houses or killer clowns? Well, if you've ever been a child victim of dark tetrads (malignant, malicious, manipulative, arrogant, vicious and bullying) you know that they make killer clowns look like Pooh Bear. Give me Pennywise any day over my dad. 

And if you knew my dad, you might wonder what I was talking about. Or any of my four dark tetrad parents. They present a very different, Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde face to others than they do/did to me. I got all the venom, spite and rage. It's like I was a catalyst for it, that I somehow did or was something that unleashed all this ugliness. 

Well, at least that's what I was told. It's your fault, Marilisa. You're too sensitive (c'mon folks, sing along, if you follow my blog, you know the litany by now) You're too sensitive. Disobedient, selfish, disloyal, disrespectful, a bad seed. A letdown, failure and disappointment as a daughter. God has no use for you either. 

Funnily enough, family members have since let slip that they saw signs of dark tetrad behavior in my parents. That it was them, not me. Doesn't do me much good now though, does it? The damage is done. Would have been nice if one of them had told me that then. Might have saved me from some of this nightmarish trauma. But I was left to cope alone, and thinking I was some kind of horned, two-headed monster. What kind of terrible kid am I that even my parents don't love me? That has led me to the darkest of dark places. 

And all that comes roaring out in my dreams. It will be hard to explain unless you've experienced the twisted, malignant abuse of a dark person. They don't deal direct or cleanly. They ambush, backstab, set you up, give you false hope, lie, future fake, twist, deceive, sucker punch, blindside, dissemble, pit other people against you and trip you up. Gaslighting thy name is dark tetrad parent. 

I'm crying just recalling some of the many times this happened. My stomach feels sick as it so often did. I'd forgotten how often. So many times which I'd thought were buried but which my dreams wont' let remain covered. I'm overwhelmed with fear but I don't know what of. I'm shaking with anxiety and looking for someone to kowtow to to make it better. I'm confused and unable to think clearly because their attacks come out of nowhere. When I actually thought things were okay. Then BLAM! BIFF! SOCKO! 

In my dream last night, a lot of confusing things were happening like they always are. My arrogant, narcissistic AF brother (whom my dad has always let get away with murder) was taking over a medical facility to hold a prayer meeting. I told him to take it elsewhere as the staff needed to care for patients (very unusual for me, I never confronted any of them as it wasn't safe). My dad, who had been turning a blind eye as he always did, swooped in out of nowhere and began screaming at me for saying something to his precious son. 

I couldn't make sense of what he was saying and he was frothing he was so mad at me. I had never said any of the things he was accusing me of.  It was all vindictive lies and smear campaigning. I began to go into fawn and placate mode, crying and apologizing. And that just incensed him more. And it was about that time that I began to wake and with it came some awarenesses. 

This is exactly what my all my four parents did on a regular basis. The sneak attacks and setups were real. Are real. I have been viciously screamed at or toxically and passive-aggressively vented on so many times. I've been frog-marched to the wall, pushed up against it and fired on. Without warning. And every damn fucking time, I'm not prepared and take the full on blunt force trauma smack dab in the gut. 

Only in this dream I did another unusual thing for me. I yelled back. I defended myself. I told him to leave me alone. I called out his lies. Then he began doing even weirder things. He tried to suck up to me and schmooze me into feeling sorry for him. While still haranguing me about how awful what I did was. It's so weird but then it was weird. At one point he was laying across my legs and causing me great back pain. I told him to move (normally I just let him do whatever he wanted).

I think this is a metaphor for all the times he made me do backbreaking things without caring how much it was hurting me. He and his wife made me do pretty much all their heavy housework and using methods they never would. I had to mop floors on my hands and knees and use an ancient heavy vacuum. I had to iron mountains of clothing. The doctor said I shouldn't be doing much lifting but still they heaped chores on me. It was so bad that I started early onset arthritis in my 20s. If they were doing these things, they'd have taken the easy way or not done it. 

So while I might have had an epiphany or two in my dream, the sick feelings of shame, dread and self-disgust were just as potent. Maybe moreso even. And I realized they were memories, not dreams. I used to think the sick feelings were from things I'd actually done. Now I think they were from my father's palpable, larger than life rage. He was so viciously angry that it seemed to have a life of its own. 

Same with my mom's husband. The way they would scream at me is mind-numbing. My mom and stepmother were just quietly seething passive-aggressively angry. The atmosphere was heavy with it like a thundercloud. And it took nothing at all for them to storm up and rain. Which never cleared it away. And I was in the path at ground zero. 

I think that is what has always made me so sick with shame about all the abuse. I must be a pretty evil, vile person to have made them so angry. But I knew in the pit of my gut that I had. But how? How could I cause so much anger in people at so young an age. How, please will someone for the love of God tell me, how people who called themselves parents could be so furious with me. Not just annoyed, royally white-hot enraged. And so much disgust. What could I possibly have done? 

I recall my dad's wife pouting, clearly mad and quietly whispering to him things that seemed to be about me. He would round on me and shame me for upsetting her. I recall so clearly this weird voice he'd used to tell me dramatically that "mummy is very disappointed in you." Disappointed hell, she was pissed off like she always was. Or he'd fake soothe her by wondering aloud that "maybe Mary could help?" Oh for fuck's sake,  Jack. At least do Mary the courtesy of asking her directly not playing your damn hinting game. Or better yet, tell your bitch-ass wife to grow the fuck up, stop being so damn pouty and lazy and do her job. 

Right out of the "how to guilt others into doing your work for you and humiliate then in the process" playbook. And I fell for it every damn time. It makes me sick to think how I'd beg cry to be told what I could do to fix it. And they would sigh melodramatically, they supposed I could do (insert task) but they were still mad at me. When I think of all the free labor they got out of me with that gaffe and still maintaining their condescending moral superiority, I could scream. 

I never asked what it was I actually did that so upset them and no one ever said. My mom and her  husband did, in no uncertain terms, but most of them were lies and fabrications. Or things they should not have placed on me in the first place. And this scenario plays out nightly in my dreams. 

And still I believe I must have done something wrong. Why else would they be so angry and upset with me? I don't recall ever being sassy, disobedient, pouty, rebellious. But they said I was. I recall myself being VERY biddable. I can't think of anything that would make me so seething mad. Maybe quick mad, yell then hug and apologize. But that would have been over something that they did to hurt themselves or others. 

So nope, no explanation fits except that they wanted to be angry with me because they disliked me. Or they didn't use self-control and needed a scapegoat. But nothing answers why they did. Don't parents basically love and enjoy their kids? Don't they want what's best and even  occasionally sacrifice for them. Don't they mostly think the best of their children? I did. But I guess that was too much to expect of my parents. 

 

If I need proof of dark tetrad parent abuse, I look at my CPTSD nightmares

 Hello my friends. One aspect of CPTSD from dark tetrad parent abuse that I've not talked much about are the nightmares. Since I started really examining these dreams, I'm seeing them as memories of abuse, neglect, exploitation, abandonment, endangerment, invalidation, shaming, gaslighting, parentification, scapegoating. I'm also understanding that the anxiety, shame, fear, guilt and exhaustion I've felt all my life is being played out in those dreams. If I needed proof that I was abused, I've only to look at my nightmares. You just can't make this stuff up. 

Here's how. Note I uses dreams and nightmares interchangeably but you need to know that, call them what you will, they're always awful and upsetting. 

It's hard to describe them because they are insanely chaotic. I'm in uncomfortable, dangerous, unsanitary, unfamiliar places and complicated situations that are always changing. I'm always responsible for many  children that I don't know or know what I'm supposed to be doing with them. I just know there are a lot of expectations, many more than one person could handle. 

Agewise, I'm in an adult body, usually, but I'm being ordered around and scolded like a child. Or like I was as a child. Not how I treat children. Everyone is heaping tasks on me. There are mountains of dirty laundry, dishes, cooking and housework to do. The more I do the more there are like in Rumpelstiltskin. I have to get people places, put children to bed, feed them, bathe them, keep them safe. All by myself. 

So that part is bad enough. But the adults are the worst part They're bossy, bullying and demanding. They're always doing some big theatrical, self-aggrandized thing that doesn't amount to a hill of beans. They're bragging and showing off, but leaving me to do all the real work to me. They're annoyed with me for failing to do it all but not lifting a finger to help.

And the interesting part is how I'm responding. I'm working my tail off to do all that's put before me. I'm apologizing for being in the way, as I struggle to do all these tasks. I'm apologizing for asking questions about the children's care because I'm "interrupting" the adults to whom the children belong. They yell and snap at me for things I'm supposedly failing. But they don't assist or explain what I'm supposed to be doing. 

Some variation of this happens every single night in my dreams. Multiple times a night. Sometimes nights are just one long dream sequence. I wake up more tired than when I went to bed. I dread going to sleep for the nightmares. This has been going on as long as I can remember. 

All that's crazy but what's really disturbing are my feelings throughout it all. I think they are the biggest indicators that all the crap my parents put me through, happened. And how it damaged me very deeply. I'm not making it up or exaggerating.  

Now you might think that all this endless work would make me angry, bitter, rebellious, resentful. But in my dream I never am. I'm just anxious to please. And they are always pissed off with me. I feel stupid, in the way, inept, like I'm just one big nuisance. I literally feel sick with how much of a loser I am compared to them. And I always go into shame mode and work harder. I never just stop and say, nope, no more. 

In some dreams, the entire family, plus people I'm not related to, like my dad's wife's family, are all grouped around me like some kind of tribunal that I've been called to stand trial in front of. They ambush me by inviting me to an innocent thing and then all take turns attacking me. I'm crying because I feel so guilty and sorry for whatever they say I've done. But I never can remember anything I actually did. 

Except, sometimes, and this is the really whacked-out part, I have dream memories of doing things that I have never done in real life. Those dream memories are so real that I believe all my life I did those things. One I think I may have shared was a memory of continually waking my dad up and him being angry. 

But when I really look back, I know that never  happened. My dad was always so easy to upset and I walked on eggshells always. I also felt so guilty (because he rubbed it in my face) how HE had to work nights and how I'd better jump through hoops with gratitude for that. Now, interestingly, no one ever worried about how much homework I had when they issued their commands. I did all their housework and co-slept with their children, getting up night with them, since I was 12. No one worried about waking me up and I was dealing with trauma nightmares even then. 

When I was 11, my mom's unemployed boyfriend, who lived with us, would rage if he was awakened. He would sleep on the couch and blare the TV till 4 am. I slept upstairs with their four foster children ages 6 mo to 4. I was so shell shocked by all the loud, raucous noises that I would walk and talk, even cry in my sleep. I would check the kids and wander around confused. He and my mom would laugh at me. Or she would pout and dump on me about how he never came to bed (they had an apartment in the basement). Dad's wife did the same as I slept with her babies. 

Now maybe you can see where a lot of my nightmares come from. Would you believe it's taken me 59 years to figure that out? I'm not having much success getting them under control but I'm praying about it and I assume maybe I'm supposed to be learning something from them. 

One thing I'm seeing is that I've been made to play the parent and adult role all my life. And I've been treated like an annoying nuisance. I would be given lists of adult chores to do and then told to be seen and not heard like a naughty kid. It was exactly like it is in my dreams: the shaming, the grandiose attitudes of the adults, their dismissive scoffing at me, their endless demands, all of it. 

I think my young mind couldn't process the amount of responsibility I was forced to take on. I think that's why I'm burdened in my dreams with impossible tasks. I was forever terrified at failing in some way. They set me up putting too much on me, including things they wouldn't and couldn't do.  I think the child trapped inside me, who never had a childhood, is constantly seeking not only approval but also a way to do all that's expected of her. her missing youth. 

I think she is beginning to see that she never won the approval because they always move the target to keep her hopping. And maybe, she's seeing that she doesn't care anymore. Their approval was never worth having anyway, if it had to be earned in such demanding, demeaning ways. And every so often, in my dreams, she talks back. The other night, I was dreaming that they were actually the ones waking me up. And I realized this was how it really was. And in my dream, I was the one, not my dad, to stomp downstairs and demand what the hell they were thinking waking me up?? For once, it was they who jumped and looked guilty. 

So nightmares are exhausting in more ways that one. I'm grateful for what I'm learning but ready to be done with them now. 

How CPTSD makes me personalize everything and how I can stop trauma responding

 Hi friends. I'm calm now after yesterday's rather upsetting day. And reviewing the problems, I see that yes, certain people were acting self-centered and biotchy, but no it wasn't personal. And then I realize, heartbreakingly how and why CPTSD from dark tetrad parent abuse, makes me personalize all nasty behavior. And everyone's issues. And how, if they don't watch themselves, others who know this about me can and do weaponize that.

First, why it's so difficult and heartbreaking. There's a trifecta of reasons. First it's sad that I had to experience narcissistic dark tetrad abuse and develop all these frigging dysfunctional trauma responses in the first place. It's also sad that people will sometimes trigger that with their similar behavior. And third that I can't separate and go into trauma mode. And fourth that I will never really be able to make people who haven't experienced it, understand. I will be forever stuck in a loop of shame, fear and trauma that I can't communicate. So yes, there are four. Bonus added misery. 

You know if you've followed this blog how my dark tetrad parents abused, neglected, exploited, endangered, abandoned, invalidated, triangulated, shamed, scapegoated, infantilized, parentified and gaslit me all my life. It took me 59 years to realize that is was that bad. So to survive, I developed a bunch of weird, disturbing coping mechanisms, like freezing, blanking out, fawning, people pleasing, lying for them, covering, gaslighting myself that it didn't happen, on and on. 

In my now life, I have more loving people who want to help. But they have their own issues and sometimes they spew them out onto me. Well, that's to be expected. Life isn't perfect and people aren't caricatures, hero, villain, damsel in distress, etc. We have bright and dark sides and behavior. You buy the  package. 

But if you're a trauma first responder like me, nothing is ever easy. You can't just ignore them or even really help because it sends all your unhealthy responses into overdrive. And not just from memories of abuse. From your dark tetrad parents' systematic brainwashing that you exist only to serve them. If they need a fall girl, which their selfish, manipulative, malignant, irresponsible, chaotic behavior often requires, it's you. 

I can't detach because I was never allowed to. Hell it was dangerous not to fawn. My narcissistic dad would hint to his demanding, lazy, narcissistic wife, whenever she got pissy about something, that "maybe Mary could fix it." I was 12 and she got pissy a lot. Whenever my mom, dad or their spouses got upset, I was the target. This is how they protected their delusions of grandeur. So I had to personalize, shoulder the burden, carry the can and rush to fix, every crazy thing they put on me if I knew what was good for me. 

However, my spouse (the one who sometimes acts like a narc but is generally a lovely person) did not. He was raised by parents who taught him to take care of himself. That he mattered. They empowered him to take no shit and stand up for himself. They loved him. Imperfectly, albeit (well, they were human) but they tried. And they did not put all their problems on him and expect him to fix them, like mine did. They acted like parents, not Dementors. 

So we come at life from very different perspectives. I come at it armed with trauma responses that I haul out every time anyone needs them. It's what I do. Just part of my job. You're welcome. Whether you wanted it or not. You probably didn't, in fact. And you wonder why this weird lady in a firefighter hat is spraying her hose everywhere when you never called the fire dept. 

Yeah, we trauma responders come on strong and often freak people out. Sorry. And that is the last sad thing I mentioned. No one who has not experienced will ever understand why. We just look like lunatics escaped from the asylum. We don't even realize how our responses are activated. And we certainly don't get that if there really is a fire, it's yours to put out or not, not ours. We just douse you down, because we always had to do, regardless of how we got burned in the process. 

We have been conditioned to jump whenever they said to. We're shell shocked and exhausted from being on  patrol 24/7/365. We're a mess, covered in other people's soot and ashes. And then they who conditioned us, laugh because we look so ridiculous. And gaslight us that we're (wait for the narcissist refrain) "overreacting, dramatizing, too sensitive, showing off, attention seeking, can't take a joke." 

Well, as one of my wise young students once said, "calling 911 is no joke." But that's just what they've been doing to us all our lives, pulling the fire alarm for a prank. There never was a real emergency, just some petty, stupid thing they got their knickers into a twist over. And we wouldn't have been able to fix it no matter how hard we tried. But we don't know that. Nor do we know that it is not our job to put out everyone else's self-started fires. That responsibility lies with the firestarter. 

So you can probably see how my willingness to put out fires I didn't start, is easily weaponized, sometimes accidentally. If someone is willing to play scapegoat, the person who really owns the problem may, if they are feeling selfish, allow her to do that. They may, if they're not careful, make her think they blame her and that she is responsible. And because she doesn't know any other role than scapegoat and because it was dangerous not to play it, she falls right into the part. 

And those who have not been made to play fireman constantly do not get it. They don't feel  responsible to fix everyone else's problems. They may offer assistance but they don't have that sick sense of dreadful, terrifying urgency. That pit of your stomach, sucker-punch shame that knocks the wind out of you and keeps you in chains to other people's whims. They have none of that. Thank God. It's miserable way to exist and no kind of life for anyone. Least of all a child. 

They think they are spouting off and don't realize, because they don't experience it, that they are triggering the trauma responder like 4th of July. Or they won't realize it because it's convenient to have a whipping girl take on their drama. I'm sure, being human there's a bit of both. So what the whipping girl needs to do, regardless, is to step away from the pillory. 

I don't owe anyone my back to stripe. I may feel chained up because my dark tetrad parents so enmeshed themselves in me as to strip me of a life of my own. But I'm not. I can put down the fire hose and take off the hat any time I wish. My dear husband said as much. He was shocked to find that I felt responsible for his issues. (He shouldn't have been but yanno, again, no one's perfect). He said, "you do know that my behavior isn't your fault, right?"

Well, no, I don't. YOU know that others' behavior isn't your fault because you were taught so. And I wasn't. Which was a good learning experience for him to maybe be a leetle more careful about making it look and sound as if he holds me responsible. To keep his own angst in check a bit more. Not just for my sake but his own. 

Those who would love a trauma responder must tread carefully with her. They must step outside their experience zone and put themselves in her moccasins for a few KM. Yep that requires another blog post for sure. 

Love you all. 

Crazy-Making Polar opposite double standards of narcissists

 Hi friends. Wow, am I on a roll today, with three posts! Lucky you (lol) I'm dealing with some very challenging button-pushing behavior from some people in my life right now. And it triggers all the trauma responses I learned as a kid. So, in hopes of avoiding dysregulation, a place I've too frequently gone, I'm going to write it out. What I'm dealing with is a ton of crazy-making, polar opposite double standards from someone who while they may not be a narcissist is giving a very good impression of one. 

1) Narc can give cold shoulder but you better not grey-rock. What I mean is that they can be standoffish, rude, distant, cold, insensitive, unkind, abrasive, quite nasty all they want. But don't you dare do something which is healthy for both of you and calmly detach. 

2) Narc who is rude regularly must never experience what they deem as rudeness from others. After just another difficult night with CPTSD nightmares (that I try so hard no to inflict on anyone), they start your day by waking you to scold you. You did nothing to provoke it except ask, politely, if they can shut their alarm off. The alarm they let ring for hours. But bad you, you didn't realize they were trying to shut it off because you can't see in the dark and they habitually sleep through it. You, who knows better than to do anything to upset them and always treat them with kindness. Which they know and tell others how kind you are. But they just know that you, who have no history of being confrontational, did this just to piss them off. 

3) Narc is entitled to attack because they felt "defensive" when they have offensive all morning. They say (in this freaking irritating and patronizing way, as if expecting some kind of damn drum roll) "I felt defensive." As if that explains why they attacked you@#$%! Oh, well excuse me, your Lordship. What you are expected to take from this passive-aggressive comment is that you put them on the defensive. Shame on you. Why should you expect to be treated any differently, duh.  Christian narc mind you, which comes to next one. 

4) Christian narc who fully believes in confession of sins without making excuses, makes excuses for their behavior all the blasted time. There are protected sins, to which the laws of repentance do not apply, evidently. 

5) They don't attack, you just provoked it. So which is it, you attacked or you were provoked? Either way, you still attacked. 

6) I attack when you just stay quiet. They have just yelled at you for something you didn't do. Then when you opt to grey rock (stay quiet, not silent treatment, just short simple answers) you are pouting, holding grudges, being unforgiving, not backing down, etc. 

7) They aren't sorry but you have to forgive. They don't back down or only nominally, not really. Because if you respond in any way, they're on the attack again. But you must forgive and by their definition which means completely overlooking whatever they did and  just pasting that smile on and acting like nothing happened. Funny thing is you often do that. And that's one way they got so entitled to keep on acting  this way. 

8) They're very concerned about how they feel but couldn't care less about they made you feel. They pout, sulk, throw little tantrums and pity parties. It's nauseating. But then get all cold and clinical if you try to explain how you feel in response to their behavior. 

9) Subjective with themselves, objective with you. They take every little thing personally that is not and then go on very personal attacks and accuse you of being over-sensitive. Translation: they don't give AF about what you feel, only themselves. It's all about them, not you. 

10) They feel justified telling others off but get mad when you reasonably object to things they do. They're proud of how they don't let anyone walk on them, then walk all over you and expect you to take it.

11) Or they just change the script. They didn't mean to do anything. It wasn't like that. Or they flat out gaslight you that it never happened. You're imaging it or finding fault. Even when you calmly just try to work for resolution by sharing your point of view. You don't get  a point of view till they tell you what it is. 

It is exhausting. 

One essential tool in dealing with narcissistic dark tetrad abuse

 Hi friends. The more I explore how narcissistic parent abuse damages us, the more extensive I realize it is. Here's one thing to do (or not do) when dealing with narcissistic, dark tetrad abuse. This is important for dealing  with any kind of narcissistic abuse (bullying, manipulation, exploitation, cruelty, harassment, humiliation, gaslighting) from anyone. And that is, quite simply, don't give away the farm. 

Lol, I'll explain. What I mean is don't be too quick to back down, forgive, kiss and make up, etc. Stand your ground. Those of us who have been traumatized by bullying dark tetrad parents, want nothing more than to be accepted (by people who will never accept us, but it takes awhile to realize that). So whenever THEY hurt US, WE grovel to please THEM, the abusers. We apologize (for things they did to us), roll over, placate, humor, make excuses for and basically give away the farm. Anything to please them. 

We forgive them before they're even sorry. And they're never sorry. Not really. Because these people know the narcissist song (Dayna Craig)  by heart. 

That didn't happen.

And if it did, it wasn't that bad.

And if it was, that's not a big deal.

And if it is, that's not my fault.

And if it was, I didn't mean it.

And if I did, you deserved it.

(I always add another verse) If you didn't, you have to forgive me. Bible says. (Oh they know their "rights" for sure, especially the "Christian" narcs. )

Small prob with forgiveness though. They aren't sorry. They willfully went out of their way to hurt (shame, humiliate, invalidate) because they're entitled to. And God says (there's no arrogance like Christian narcissists) YOU have to forgive them for any and all. They don't stop to explain how both could be true, they're not at fault but you have to forgive them? If they're not at fault, what's to forgive? 

Well friends, that's just part of the completely self-centered world of narcissism. It's all about them and what they deserve and have a right to at your expense. Basically they have every right to break things and you have to fix them. They deserve unconditional love, respect and loyalty while they are disrespectful, disloyal and unloving. 

Narcissists don't control themselves then try to control you. They will do insanely hurtful things on purpose and then feel fully justified in telling you how you have to act. Remember, it's all about them.  And you, being a nice person, do forgive them, kiss and make up, etc. And do they change? Nah, they've got you right where they want you, taking all the responsibility for the relationship, being the adult, making "good choices" while they behave like immature chimpanzees throwing feces all over the place. And you just keep taking it all on yourself. You feel, because they gaslight you into feeling, guilty and the cause of the problem, etc. Well, the gas lady's here to turn off the gas.  

So it is true, they can act how they want and you can't control that BUT it is also true that you can also act how you want. They don't control you, or the  narrative. You don't have to be perfect. You don't have to stick around. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You can get mad and stay mad. You can leave. You can go no contact. In a chronically abusive situation, you can be as unforgiving as you want. That's between you and God. 

Because, and this is important, they drew first blood, against God and you. And yes, it does matter who started it. That's not being petty like they tell you. You're not "keeping score" or ""holding grudges" or any of the other narcissistic bullshit they try to feed you. And even if you were keeping score, they'd win hands down for number of times they started shit. Because not only did they start this one, they always start it by provoking, raging, shaming, sulking, demanding, blowing things out of proportion, lying, etc. They pick fights. 

And their behavior is not just between them and God. Because they are hurting you too. You staying mad (strong), not giving in, etc is only you trying to find the healthiest way to deal with it. And that may look a little non-traditional. It may not look Biblical, to someone who hasn't had to deal with it. You may get some questioning or judgement. Well, let them deal their situations as they see fit. You do you. You didn't ask for any of it. 

Probably your response is actually healthier and closer to real forgiveness which is just accepting (not approving) that what happened, happened, than any sugary benediction or blessing or whatever these people envision forgiveness to be. That looks more like approval of abuse and permission to continue it. Which is good for no one. 

If you stand up for yourself, be ready for the deluge. These people are good at what they do. They have an arsenal of weapons in their tiny, narrow minds. They will rant on about all you're supposed to do: be the bigger person, rise above (you know how I hate that one!), let go and let God, let it go, don't be so dramatic, don't exaggerate, they were just kidding, you're too sensitive, self-righteous gobbledygook. They are very good at telling others how they should behave without ever actually behaving that way themselves. 

Because even if you did just once start something, oh be sure they will attack with both barrels and blindside you. No matter how benign it was. They were laying for you, just waiting to ambush you. You will neither hear nor see any of the moral virtues they were shoving on you. They hold grudges to their graves. Forgiveness is what they deserve, not you. How dare you be the aggressor! That their job! Because they aren't really Christians who follow God. They just weaponize the bits they like, as they do everything else, to get their way. 

And then they will really be on their high horses. Because now it's a "two way street" and you're just as much at fault. Narcissists love to minimize all their abuse into a "difference of opinion" and maximize anything you do to treason and heresy! You're "picking a fight" or "bringing it on yourself" or some other nonsense. Do not believe it. Put your gasmask on and ignore it. 

Do not roll over to forgive, even if they should decide to apologize. You can be pretty sure it won't be heartfelt, but just a ploy to get you to apologize so they can retain their imaginary moral high ground. They'll say they want to call a truce when there never was a fight. It was a one-way attack you had no part of. They just want to make you look like the bad guy or as bad as them. 

Because let's look at what you'd accomplish if you just forgave (exonerated, excused) them and moved on? Won't that make it better? For a few minutes or a day, maybe. But then they'll be right back to their old tricks with a vengeance. Take it from someone with a lifetime habit of rolling over. It won't get better but worse.  It will encourage them and reinforces their arrogant ideas of ubermensch above-it-all-ness. 

Might I suggest that instead of jumping to "make peace" you remember that you didn't disrupt it in the first place? They will gaslight you and say "oh don't let it ruin the day." Well, you didn't ruin it. You're just leaving the mess they made. You're keeping it real, taking care of yourself. They created the problem, first last and always. But it's up to you to decide what you want to do about it. AND that should be what's healthiest for you. I'm not saying staying mad will lead to the best outcome for you. But then what I'm describing isn't staying mad as such. It's standing firm. Which I can assure you will lead to a better outcome than taking all the brunt on yourself. 

Especially if you realize that you are probably not angry. That's their shame word for it.  (Hilarious when you consider that they are anger-saturated rage-o-matics!) What you probably are is frustrated, discouraged, running on fumes and beaten down. That's a whole nother animal. And if you want solid spiritual counseling on what to do in the situation, an hateful, arrogant, vindicative narcissist probably isn't your best source. 

Pretty much all they say is nonsensical, hypocritical, scornful, dismissive, self-righteous hogwash. So if you need someone to give you permission to turn a deaf ear, please, make my day and let it be me! Learn a trick called grey-rocking. It's not giving the silent treatment (though they will accuse you of that). Stony silences ends up being pouty and sullen and it won't feel good. 

Grey-rock is just keeping them at arms length (growing long arms), staying casual, keeping busy and out of their way, considering the source and letting it go in one ear and out the other. It's about observing not absorbing. And not letting them goad you. Even if they're trying to engage you, wait till you are ready and it doesn't feel like baiting. 

I've got a lot more to write about this and I'm learning right along with ya, my sisters and brothers! 

One critical thing CPTSD sufferers should NEVER do with dark tetrad parents

 Hi friends. Adult child of dark tetrad parents here with more thoughts on healing the CPTSD they cause. I was traumatized by four parents (two bio and their partners they said were my parents but where actually my taskmasters). I'm going to share one critical thing that kids or adult kids struggling with CPTSD must NEVER do with dark tetrad parents. And that thing is one of the very things that children should be able to do with their parents. But everything with them is twisted, including normal things most kids take for granted. 

And I say one thing but there are hundreds of normal things dark tetrad (exploitative, malicious, bullying, self-centered) parents fubar for their kids. So this in one deadly thing not to do in an ocean of deadly things. And that is to confide in them. To share private things with a dark tetrad is to douse yourself in gasoline and light a match. 

Before you say it, I know what you're thinking. WTH? Kids are supposed to share with their parents. We teach them to. That's our job as parents to be there for them. I know, right? That's what I mistakenly thought too. That's how I parented my kids. Not perfectly, no one is. And parents may not always respond in an optimal way. 

They might tell the kid to be honest and then get mad. That's human nature. And a  healthy parent will calm down and apologize.  A dark tetrad on the other hand, uses it against the child. With fake sweet assurances they lure the child into sharing something and then mock her for it. Or punish her. They announce a child's most private, intimate sharing at the dinner table. And to relatives at gatherings. They may as well take out an effing billboard. 

Why do they do this? Secrets are bargaining chips for them. A child's trusted confidences are tools to blackmail her with. Even simple things like "I wet my pants at school" become weapons to shame the child. Because dark tetrads are full of darkness, their secrets are dark and dirty. They gaslight the child into believing hers are too. 

What the child's usually are, are someone else's dirty secrets she's keeping for them. Or they are consequences of dirty things that have been done to her by parents and the dangerous people they bring into her life. If the confidence is upsetting in some way, the parents are usually responsible. But the deceitful parent blows it up into something horrible the child has done wrong and is at fault for. 

It's not just awkward things you can't share with dark tetrads. It's anything. Good news, a success you've had, an innocent thing that happened, everything has a dark value to them. Everything can be exploited and twisted into something to hurt you with. They can't be trusted with anything. 

And if you're tempted to think, oh how could this cause problems? Surely I can share this and it will be good for both of us. Well, be ready. They're not called dark for nothing. They have wells of dark toxins from which to draw. And they're masters of the long game. They'll stew on things for years, concocting ways to punish you. Then pull them out when you're vulnerable and you won't see it coming till they've gotcha'd you. 

And probably not even then. You'll just be left reeling in pain and wondering where the actual THAT came from. You may even gaslight yourself that you did something to provoke the attack. You didn't. They just want you to think you did. I mean after all, these are good "Christian" people who would never backstab a loved one?? Yeah they would and regularly. It's their modus operandi. 

So why would they exploit you? They don't love you or anyone. They love themselves and use people. For props, leverage, to pit against someone else they don't like. The list is endless. But don't look for any reasonable reason. That way leads to peril. They want you to overthink what you did or said. They want you to second-guess and blame yourself. 

 We don't want to think that our parents would be so nasty. And we want to believe the best of others. I certainly have. But it comes at our own expense. I've been burned every single time I trusted them. So if you dig for motives, what you will find, as I have, is that they are pathetic, pathologically jealous, small-minded, petulant, hateful, vindictive, spiteful, malicious, deceptive, scheming control freaks. They lie by habit, even it would be in their best interests to tell the truth. 

And don't forget, you do not exist except to serve. So everything about you, your thoughts, ideas, wants, needs, experiences are about them. How they can use it to their advantage. Preferably by screwing you over at the same time. Bonus added.  You are just fodder for their voracious greed, hate and lust for power. They literally feed off you and every time we stoke their furnace, they get bigger. 

So why do we? It begins in infancy. They exploit us as babies, kids, teens and later adults. But we've been so gaslight, shamed and bullied by them that we don't see how treacherous they are. We've been indoctrinated into the cult of mommy and daddy and all the sick weirdos they hook up with. We think we're family and that they care for us like parents. What we don't know is that they view us as extensions of themselves, possessions. We exist to serve their self-serving and twisted ends. 

So I repeat. Do NOT share anything with a dark tetrad parent. It will come back to bite you. Oh they'll pump you for information, for sure. Even things like how much you make or have in the bank. Things they have no right to ask, they will. They'll fake a genuine interest or concern in your health, your grandkids, troubles you're having, anything. They don't care. They're just squirreling away info, like nuts, for future use. 

My mom once exploited my car troubles to sell me a lemon of a car and steal mine. She left me and my kids stuck in a bank drive-thru in that wreck and just pocketed the money she made on my car. So now I answer questions with short vague answers or not at all. Lie if you have to. It's okay because truth with them is too dangerous. I bought a new car with cash but said I had a note on it. Because my mom, true to form, immediately began calculating how much I could give them if I had $ for a new car.  There is no truth in their world, just dark webs of lies. If you're honest, you're just casting your pearls before swine. 

Look to them for nothing. Tell them nothing. If you owe them money, pay it back and get out. Don't borrow any more. Accept nothing. It will be a Trojan Horse. 

How dark tetrad parents weaponize the CPTSD trauma responses they created

Hi friends. Here are some more thoughts on what CPTSD looks like and weird ways narcissistic parent abuse makes a victim act. Today I'm looking at some trauma responses. I'll show how a dark tetrad (self-serving, exploitative, malicious bully) parent weaponizes the very dysfunctional behavior they helped to create. We'll start out with the trauma response of flinching, or the startle reaction. 

We who've been traumatized regularly are on ultra-high alert. We perceive threat everywhere because there always was danger. It may not have been apparent to others but we knew it was waiting.  It wasn't accidental and we weren't prepared for it. It was manufactured by dark tetrads to keep us in subservient fear. 

Instead of protecting us, like normal parents, dark tetrads destroyed our defenses rendering us constantly fearful and helpless. We don't know how to prepare because it comes out of the blue. Dark tetrads love the weapon of ambush. So we get caught off guard and flinch every time. When we hear a loud sound, we hit the dirt, even if it's just a passing car. 

Now you would think seeing us flinch would this would soften our parents' hearts. I felt  no end of sad when I saw my kids or grandkids do it. But no, in fact, they harden theirs. Our flinching pisses them off. I don't know why because I'm not a dark tetrad. I think it's because someone might see us and start to question why we're so jumpy. It reminds them that they've put us through hell and broken us. But do they take any responsibility for us or the mess they've put us in? Not a chance. 

They blame us for being "so dramatic" They tell us to quit showing off or they'll give us something to be afraid of. Mind you, we can no more control these trauma responses than we could stop breathing. THEY conditioned us to do these things. 

My mother got it in her head when I was 7, to start slapping me across the face. She said I got "lippy" with her. I've no idea what she even meant by that. At the time, I just figured I did yet another thing wrong. Nos I look back and remember how people pleasing I was and what a lot of wretched things she did that I overlooked. And I can't think of one thing that would cause me to earn a smack in the mouth. Most likely, knowing her penchant for adopting roles, she'd heard someone complaining of their mouthy kids and decided to cast me in that role and herself as put upon parent. 

Even now, she humiliates me in front of others telling how she had to smack me, but stopped because I "hit her back" once. Or raised my hand to. My mom's never been one to let accuracy get in the way of a good story. I believed I did, for the longest time, till, again, I stopped to really consider this. I never ever accused my mom of any of the wrong she did to me that I should have. I just excused it all. So why would I hit the person I had worked so hard to defend?? 

Answer, I wouldn't. What I probably did, was flinch. And one thing you tend to do when you flinch is to throw up your hands in a startle response. Any real mother would know this. And would NOT weaponize it. (Who's the dramatic one now?) Or I was protecting myself from her oncoming blow. Like shielding your face. But no, mom has to tell it like her big mean daughter hit her mother! Gasp, where are my pearls to clutch! What a bad seed! 

Never once does she admit to throwing the first punch.  Never do we address why she was hitting me in the first place. Now I have slapped my daughter and I admit it. I'm not proud but humiliated and ashamed. I've confessed it repeatedly and told my precious child that  it was ALL my fault not hers. But I thought I was supposed to. 

I did it because my mom said not slapping was "spoiling the child." After all, mom had slapped me and mom is always right, right? Interestingly, my mother has now flip-flopped on that. She saw what she said were red marks on my daughter's face and decided to punish me for doing what she had taught me to do. Funny she never bothered with how many red marks she left on my mouth and face. 

She told my children not to tell me and my husband (dark tetrads love secrets) but she was planning to call the police on me for child abuse. She has had run-ins with CPS but I hadn't. So I guess she was punishing me for her bad choices too.  My kids (God love 'em) said "err, you hit mom, Grama." 

The one with the supposed red mark said she was always mouthy and deserved it (she was but didn't, and I would never tell her she did, even if I did get mad and slap her. Just saying). My mother lied to their faces and said she had NEVER hit me once. And that daughter was just protecting me, her abusive mom. 

But lest you think my mother did all this because we were in some kind of fight, no. Or that I antagonized her in some way, no. I've only covered for her. Never confronted. She did this is the most passive-aggressive, smile-to-my-face-stab-me-in-the-back, underhanded way possible. And I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING. 

Situation was we were effectively homeless having just sold our mobile home to buy a house that was about to be condemned. It had been trashed in the interim between us seeing it at the current tenant moving out. We'd let her stay till her Habitat House was ready but the landlord, our church, hadn't checked up on her. We were struggling just to afford it and I was hustling to get it livable. I had four young kids. And I had just lost a stillborn baby. 

I was at my wits end and my old demon suicide was howling. Demons that my mom and dad had put on me, him by constantly threatening me with it and her by dumping his threats on me. Anyway, I didn't want to leave my kids like my dad wanted to leave me. I wanted to do better and get better for all of us. So I checked myself into a psychiatric hospital day program. 

My husband was working two jobs and my mom had volunteered to watch the kids (very rare and always leveraged for guilt). She was a little to quick to drive me to the hospital and told them some lies which exaggerated my behavior. At one point they asked her to step out of the room and asked me for the real story. 

I told them and they said it sounded like I needed a rest from her, as much as anything. A counselor told me that based on my brief stories, my mom sounded delusional, narcissistic and spiteful and that I had far too high a pain tolerance. So I did my course, found that it was PMD as much as anything, causing it. 

But my mother was busy conniving behind the scenes. She had both created the suicidal feelings and shamed me for them. You know the drill: mommy is nuts so we better put her away so you're safe from her and hero grama will take you. So  here's me trying my utmost to be mom to my kids while grama dearest is undermining me every step of the way. And  here's me thinking she's helping. 

And then I come home to four crying kids terrified that Grama is going to take them away from mama and daddy. I found out later that she said all these things behind my back, and that she and her husband who had routinely abused me, and whose other child was killed due to their negligence, were planning to file for custody of my kids. All while showing me her fake-caring "Christian" face. When I was struggling just to survive and not perpetuate the shit they'd put me through. 

I told you this shit comes from out of the blue with these dark tetrads. And yet, not. Oh to the victim it comes from nowhere but, in their heads it's deserved. They've been storing things up against you. Not things you did, but things they said you did. Lies, distortions, gaslighting, inventions,  twisted, trumped up stuff. 

They've been playing a long game and they're out for your blood. You didn't do anything to get revenge for. If anything you were too functional despite their torture and you made them look even worse by comparison. But they don't' need a reason. They're sick, deviant sadists who like to punish. And they, sickest of all, use God as an excuse for their vengeful spite. He supposedly called for the attack. 

So they bide their time till you're at your most vulnerable and them, BAM! Gotcha! You never see it coming and the shock takes your breath away. Then they gaslight you that you're imagining it or you brought this on yourself. They never explain how both could be true but you're in too much pain to think of that. You forget that it was their abuse that caused all this in the first place. 

A direct kick in the solar plexus would hurt less. 

Later I'll share what woke me up to this. 

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