Mike Tyson Reveals He Was Once Sexually Abused as a Child.

From msn news,31 Oct 2014. http://www.msn.com/en-us/sports/more-sports/mike-tyson-reveals-he-was-once-sexually-abused-as-a-child/ar-BBccVX3?ocid=AARDHP Earlier this week, while appearing as a guest on SiriusXM’s OpieRadio show, legendary boxer Mike Tyson came forth with a disturbing and tragic revelation. As a 7-year-old child, Tyson said, he was once “bullied … and sexually abused” by an “old man” who lived in the same neighborhood as him. The crime was largely unknown to the public, as Tyson had only previously revealed it to those close to him. Opie and his crew were clearly shocked by the announcement. At one point, one of them nervously laughed, and blurted out, “Awkward.” It wasn’t a (more…)

Growing Old Gracefully Or Else.

Today I had to put on reading glasses to decipher the directions on rug cleaning foam. I literally could not see the small letters on the package. Oh, that’s different. I remember being 14-years old, a sophomore in high school, and being convinced with all my teenaged wisdom, that I would never live to be 30-years old. I wasn’t a sad child or a Goth teenager, but I remember that I always felt doomed, like a quick flame that bursts into light and runs out of energy. I thought I wouldn’t last very long in this world. At age 25, I (more…)

Narcissists: Evil vs Dangerous.

Sometimes I refer to narcissists (NPD) as evil people, but it makes me uncomfortable. They are damaged human beings and I wouldn’t want to be in their place. I feel sorry for them… AND YET, they are extremely dangerous to the rest of us non-NPD individuals. Anyone who gets within 50 feet or 15 meters of them is a potential target. In fact, they can get to you over the telephone, via internet or through the friend of a friend because narcissists need targets (victims) and narcissistic supply. Again, narcissistic supply means things they take from other people without reciprocating. It (more…)

Narcissists Are Jealous.

I’m watching JTV, a television channel for selling jewelry. They show a piece of jewelry and then you can phone in and buy it on your credit card. I’m watching because they’re featuring handmade artisanal jewelry from Israel and the designer, Udi Behr, is Israeli. I’m enjoying his heavily accented English. He made a funny faux-pas about “enjoying family bondage”. Very cute. Let’s be clear. I’m not making fun of him; I’m enjoying him. You should hear how I mangle his mother tongue when I speak Hebrew. I miss my home (Tzfat). Making fun of people reminds me of Driftwood (narcissist) (more…)

Shame and Coldness Damage the Roots From Which One Grows.

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which one grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare. – Brene Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are. I read this quote on another blog: http://vayjaybrigade.wordpress.com/2014/10/25/deserving/ The roots from which I grew were my parents, and they parented me with: Shame: sexual abuse Blame: they said it was my fault that they abused me Disrespect: still continuing in my “old age” Betrayal: choosing the perpetrator over me Withholding (more…)

Rehashing My Relationship With Narcissist #2.

I have been trying to work on posts about my ex-husband of 11 to 14 years, the narcissist known as Driftwood. I say “11 to 14 years” because it’s not clear how long we were married. We separated after 5 years of “normal marriage” but remained emotionally and financially embroiled for 6 more years. Finally, we agreed to legally divorce because I was leaving the country (USA); but then he stopped taking my phone calls, so it took me 3 extra years before I could make our divorce legal. It was very complicated. He treated me so badly, yet I stayed (more…)

Birthday Morbidity.

Fifteen years ago, I used to celebrate my Fall birthday for a whole month. From October 1st to All Hallows Eve, it was all about me. I ate frosted birthday cakes. I threw costume parties. I went to carnivals, flea markets, arts and crafts fairs, and amusement parks. By mid-month, everyone I knew was pissed off at me. “Too bad, so sad” I said. “Go celebrate your own birthday for a month and stop being jealous of me!” Well, this year, I didn’t do sh*t and I admit that I am feeling pouty and sad. Poor me. Here’s my post. Happy 48th, (more…)