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My ‘self’ as I was an orphan was based on authors I had read in my isolation by my mother. (The reason the narcissist isolated me so that they would look good as I would make them look bad. AKA child abuse) My wife went to law school and then divorced me because a hippie cab driver aspiring artist would make her look bad. Even when I asked her to add to my go fund me after a stroke it had to be anonymous. My mother, what would the neighbours think, they will report us to the welfare if I was myself. The list goes on. I joked with a woman in my building, friendly and trusting, she dumped me because her boyfriend might find out. A friend found out that I was in financial difficulty and dropped me as it might make him look bad. So I write books and make art being honest and real. They hated that at art school, so I found better teachers. My wife at the time isolated me so she wouldn’t lose her support system she said. Rich conservatives. Then I learn that this is typical narcissism an...

  Personality Disorders Aren’t Treatable So They Are Warehoused As They Age A man named, oddly enough, Jerry, was at the community coffee table. He minimized me & devalued my accomplishments when I said I am an artist who taught at the University for ten years. A series of tragic events, my wife’s long term terminal illness and my stroke, ate up resources so that I became eligible for low income housing and found myself sitting chatting to this creature. He said oh, “I wrote my ex-wife’s art history papers when she went to art school, and she has since shown in the National Gallery of Canada.” He also claimed to be a professional teacher and a former vice-principle. So, if he wrote the papers, which I doubt as the prof would recognize the change of voice and style, this would make his action unethical per professional standards . If he didn’t write the papers then that would also make him a seedy practitioner, a liar and highly unethical. So I want nothing to do with ...

  In my dream my roommate went to jail . This left me living alone and looking for a new place to live. What to do with all his stuff? I went to work and spoke to the boss, another person I couldn’t trust. There was a kind man there like myself who said he would help me move. I felt concerned but confident that I would deal with life somehow. An old fear from being a child with no resources and dependant on the undependable. Frustrated at having to put up with their insanity and incompetence, looking forward to being an independent adult. Now, as an adult, I find myself with resources and reasonably relying upon trustable folks who, for example, manage my car, my physio and my health. I manage my emotional well being using excellent science based tools I have found dependable (REBT) . I manage my communication companionship and sex needs with social skills I was taught by family therapist experts who advised me to see myself as an orphan. I found a way to get to art school for...