I'm taking a real risk by posting this, but it could be really worthwhile, so I decided to go ahead.
I have noticed that from time to time we [me too] get triggered by things here, and the feathers fly, and feelings get hurt, and people disappear, sometimes briefly and sometimes permanently.
That really bothers me, because the whole point of this place is supposed to be to provide a sanctuary in which healing can occur. Of course, I've taken it in the teeth a fair amount, and I've also unintentionally provoked or upset people, and on a couple of occasions I've done my best to give as good as I get. So it's reasonable that I'd feel a close personal interest

- but I've also seen others severely retraumatized - by people doing exactly what they've been begged not to do - and people in pain totally ignored, and so on and so on.
I know that most recovery-oriented thinking says I should leave all this alone and just focus on myself... but, umm, isn't that advocating denial, when I'm part of and contributing to the problem? Seems so to me. So I have been bad, and have been doing a LOT of thinking about this, and a lot of digging around in various books and sites.
What I have come up with is SHAME.
I think we all know that narcissists' whole existence is focused on avoiding all shame at all costs. The constant demanding of attention and applause and the neverending emotional vampirism we experience from them seems often to be designed to keep them from ever really being still, ever really being alone with themselves. Keep that distraction going at all costs!
Why would someone want that kind of deliberately ADD'd life? Well, maybe because if they had no option but to be alone with themselves, even for a second, they would see things they just can't bear to see.
Someone, I wish I remember who, has come up with the concept of 'bypassed shame' to explain a lot of what makes narcissists tick. But even when it's bypassed, something has to happen with it.
My contention is that Ns either broadcast shame indiscriminately everywhere [when they aren't subtle Ns, or when they get too old to be bothered with subtlety anymore] or they selectively dump it on specific targets. Within the family, this will be the 'black sheep' or scapegoated child, or it will be the spouse. Outside the family, it will be their waiter, their secretary, the doctor's receptionist, or the designated scapegoat employee.
So... targets of Ns, we who have had the dump trucks pouring loads of shame on our heads - from one source, from multiple sources, or from a series of similar sources over the years... what do we do with this shame?
We can internalize it, and become terribly terribly depressed.
We can deny it... and become terribly terribly furious at Stormchild for writing such a post, for example...
We can get Stockholm Syndromed, and without being really aware of it, become conduits of shame ourselves, dumping it on others in turn when we've reached our limit of endurance, and some last tiny thing sets us off. [Does this one sound familiar? Yeah, I thought it might. Me too, with bells on.]
Or we can TRANSCEND it.
Yeah, right. How do we do that?
Well... not by denying its existence, or its impact, or our having been damaged by it, or our previous non-constructive responses to it.
Not by blaming the N, or our therapist, or, ahem, the person who posted about it.
But by facing it. And grieving it. And seeing how we, who have been so shamed and harmed, may have been used by narcissism - without our conscious knowledge or consent - to pass that shame on to others. To see that we who have been wounded can also wound. To understand that 'hurt people hurt people', as someone else memorably put it.
Then what?
Well... I guess we would start by admitting this to ourselves, first. Then maybe we would talk about it with our therapists. Then we might sit down with a strong cup of coffee - or green tea

- or hot chocolate

and face it, face what was done to us, face how we in turn have - again without intent - passed on shame and thus hurt, to others. And become aware of it, and become determined to take whatever steps we can, to try with all our heart and soul and mind and strength - not to shame others destructively, whatever our provocation.
This is the way of the Buddha, and of Gandhi, and of Christ. I'm not saying it's easy. It's the hardest thing in all human living, I think. And please, I'm not saying I've made it there. God no. I'm standing in a swamp, with muck up over my knees, looking at the distant mountaintops... but the clouds have lifted, and I can see them, and they are real, and by God, I'm going to get there if it takes the rest of my living days.
I guess I'd better start, then, huh? OK. Here goes.
To everyone I have shamed here, either thoughtlessly or with a barbed response to anything said to me, I apologize with my whole heart.
To everyone I have thought badly of, to everyone to whom I have ascribed motives that were less than the best as though this was a conscious choice that they were making and aiming at me, to everyone I have blamed and rejected in my heart... I apologize; and to those who have hurt me, I will do my best to extend genuine forgiveness.
I can't promise perfection, and I can't even promise total honesty, but I can promise that I will do my best to be honest, and do my best to be either constructive or totally silent, from this point on.
And if this post sets anyone off, and if we get another donnybrook going because of it, then to those who feel hurt, or threatened, by anything I've said here, I am also truly sorry.
Thanks all. I hope this does some good.