As you know, I follow several bloggers, counselors, psychologists, pastors…all writers here on WordPress Reader, and this came through my email recently (via my subscription to one of the authors’ newsletter). I’m just now getting around to my mail and reading some newsletters, while I recuperate from surgery. I thought I would forward (reblog) Ana’s article as it contains very useful information regarding narcissistic and/or toxic people. Towards the very end of the written material, you will have to click “view original post below” to read on. That’s where the information is so interesting and hits the nail on the head.
Also, you might consider ordering Ana’s book; it would be such a valuable tool.
Author quote: “You can’t have reality in a situation or relationship where there is none, especially a situation that is embellished with toxic behavior to push your buttons, play with your emotions and manipulate you to your lowest level like that with a NARCISSIST.”
Ana’s bio link: https://afternarcissisticabuse.wordpress.com/about-ana/
From her blog post:
From my Book – From Charm to Harm and Everything else in Between with a Narcissist! @ https://www.amazon.com/Charm-Harm-Everything-Narcissist-Narcissistic/dp/1523820179/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1468595784&sr=1-1&keywords=from+charm+to+harm
One of the most obvious signs of malignant Narcissism is the way they constantly malign others. They are constantly remodeling, redeveloping, and improving their own image at someone else’s expense through their acts of back-stabbing, triangulating, smearing, putting others down, constant negativity, betrayal, lies, extortion, etc. We must ALWAYS consider that love should never hurt a person nor take them down a road of destruction. Ultimately love can make us sad when we lose a loved one but that is the reality of unconditional love when someone near to us is suffering, or we lose them completely – and that is more or less grieving a REAL connection between two normally functioning people. Abuse at the hands of a Narcissist is psychological and emotional abuse MEANT to intentionally harm and damage a…
View original post 1,831 more words
You never know what’s just around the bend (good or bad). Refocus to assure you don’t swerve too far off the chosen path you’ve been asked to travel.
Although, here in Indiana it’s still in the 90s.
I felt so bad for all the men working to replace our roof for the last three days! We noticed all the neighbors were getting their roofs replaced, so we had ours checked as well.
Yep, that’s what happens when you get some pretty large hail.
All the banging and mess made me think of all those in Texas and Florida, Puerto Rico, everywhere it seems…are having to totally gut their homes and rebuild; it is so sad to see everything people are going through.
And then there’s all the fires as well. (My dad used to help fight the fires in California when he was a young Marine.)
We keep praying for everyone affected by these tragedies; it must be so devastating to have to start all over. I can’t even imagine!
If anyone is looking for a place to donate, we feel confident with Samaritan’s Purse, Operation Blessing or Convoy of Hope https://www.convoyofhope.org/donate/.
I have personally worked alongside the founders of Convoy of Hope; they are good people and 100% goes to relief efforts. Many times they are first on the scene with the other organizations I just mentioned above.
One of my first pictures with my new Pentax (my first “fancy” camera 🙂). I really didn’t even know how to use it yet.
But I had just traveled to China to teach English for a year at Zhengzhou University at the ripe ol’ age of 23. It was 1986, and I had to say goodbye to my new fiancé for an entire year!😭
My Dad was an original CHIP.
Does anyone out there remember the TV show, CHIPS? (Now I REALLY “date myself” I’m never going to have young bloggers following me.)😜
It was the 70s and the show featured two handsome cops who were part of the California Highway Patrol… AKA CHIPS.
Funny thing is we were watching that show all while living with our very own CHIP.
Dad was a patrolman on the Anaheim Police Department. (Orange County, CA)
He initially was a young patrolman and even trained in hopes of joining the first helicopter division.
Then came the Harley.
My Dad was COOL!😎
He looked handsome in his neatly pressed uniform, shiny helmet, and tall, black boots.
I eventually came to hate those dreaded boots.
After dad’s long work shift, he’d grab an apple or carrot, a book, or the latest Reader’s Digest, then he would proceed to ask me to pull off those big boots of his.
First, it was hard for a skinny, little girl to manage this task.
Secondly, I knew what was about to transpire.
Those feet had seen a long, hard day of policing, and once I struggled to get them off, nothing but “FRITO feet” smell encapsulated the room.
It was BAD folks! Really bad!
But oh how I LOVED those occasions when he picked me up from school, and we pulled away fast on that thunderous machine…it was thrilling I tell ya!
Everyone turned their heads to hear where that sound was coming from, and with me on the back, boy did my chest swell.
Like, my dad was cooler than theirs kinda cool. 😉
As we’d lean into a curve, I thought we I would surely fall off!
He could possibly put a knee down if he had to.
On one occasion he didn’t put a knee down but went flying through the air with just his handlebars. Later, the fellow patrolman relayed it looked like something out of a cartoon.
As part of the patrol drill team, they had been practicing for the Anaheim Parade and just as we were heading out to go see our dad, we got a call he had been in a wreck. Not on the highway, but during the drill team practice.
I guess the other officer said go left and dad thought he said right.
OOPS. (Was I supposed to tell that story, Dad?)
Speaking of Disney parades,
I absolutely loved when he got us into Disneyland for free. (I was obsessed with everything Disney!) It’s what I thought heaven would be like.
At times, Dad worked undercover like when they were trying to break up drug rings.
I distinctly remember him dressed up like this. And I was so interested in seeing how the other guys had dressed on this particular occasion. 😂
Dad worked many a graveyard shift, too.
The other side of the job made me aware of the sadness and dangers associated with it.
It was the hippy era, and with that came the drug culture and a lot of shattered lives.
Sadly, dad had to take the life of one of those individuals who had robbed a store. I will never forget it. I would ask him from time to time, what he was feeling at the time of the shooting.
What he said that day.
What exactly happened that day.
What it felt like to take a life.
Then later, came to realize, wow, I could’ve lost my dad that day!
I remember seeing 8 mm footage of Dad and his fellow officers making busts. Stoned out kids were part of a large mob trying to climb the Angel stadium walls. The were trying to get into a Jefferson Starship concert after being told tickets were sold out.
While intently watching the film, I inquired about a nicely dressed couple (a standout in THAT crowd). He relayed that they were looking for their missing daughter and showing her picture around.
I also remember thinking, how sad it must have been for those parents. And dad telling me about runaways coming to California and all the trouble they’d find themselves in.
Then, there was the Charles Manson saga, and police stops as well as escorts for dignitaries like then Governor Reagan, famous actors and comedians all while checking in on the elderly and less fortunate, like Jake.
Dad met Jake while riding around the county.
Jake, was a kind, gentle soul; his skin all leathery brown and wrinkled from working in the sun.
He lived in an old shack with a worn out floor, part dirt. I still remember looking around his home with all its unusual contents.
One time, he gave us some old marbles. (I still have them today.)
(Isn’t that something how the mind remembers smells from so long ago?)
Jake would come out to greet us and as soon as he opened the worn, screen door many a dog, all shapes and sizes, would come barreling out.
I loved the sight of it!
I loved dogs or any animal for that matter. I always wanted to be a vet, but sadly, I was the most allergic person in my family. So trips to Jake’s ranked right up there with a visit to Disneyland.
One particular day Dad took us to Jake’s, and he let us have two dachshunds. I couldn’t believe it! I was in heaven!
Oh, Mom wasn’t too happy about dad going against the doctor’s orders, (ie severe asthma and eczema) but his reply to her was, “She’s so miserable without a dog she couldn’t be any worse with a dog.”
(Secretly, I’m kind of glad dad did a no-no.) To finally own an animal, some of my best memories.
There were some other tragic memories forever etched in my mind, too. Like the day I vividly remember dad coming home on lunch break to wash his hands and they were covered in blood. (Mind you, this was before the awareness of self-protection from communicable pathogens.)
He had just come from down our street. A little boy had run out in front of a car while chasing a ball and was killed. I remember passing his home, as I had every day, on my walk to and from school. I remember looking at the pavement and then thinking how sad that family must now feel.
And, my Dad had been there to try and help.
Yes, dad saw a lot.
I’m hoping to have Dad either guest write or share his many stories with me, so I can share them with you here. Many are pretty adventurous and hilarious.
(Some, while he was on the police force and others just getting into mischief like only he could do.😊😁)
Yep, the cool CHIP…he was my Dad.
Do you have wild stories with your dad?
PS Encourage my dad (in the comments below) to share more of his stories!!