Hi Teartracks and Ami
Hi Teartracks - Thankyou for posting your words of kindness. I appreciate them. You mentioned me being a jewel here and that was a very lovely sentiment, thanks. I have strong imagery and immediately went off track and began wondering which jewel (precious gem) you'd be if you could be a jewel. Then I wondered which precious gem I'd be. Then Ami and Izzy and Hardtotrust and so forth. Wouldn't that make an interesting jewellery piece.
BTW - Your name reminds me of that song 'Tracks of my tears'.
Thanks TT
Hi Ami,
Thanks for posting such encouragment, and thanks for reading. Thanks for the questions.
In this therapy the time we spent on discussing childhood and childhood events was fairly brief initially. More rough out-lines and headings. I was told by a therapist that I shouldn't ever go into psycho-analysis and that most likely CBT would be far more effective for me. Originally I ignored that advice. I agree with it now.
In the sessions with this threrapist it certainly comes up, but no discussion of details is encouraged. It's more like mentioning a context - a header. I think when I begin talking about my childhood it ends up pretty repetitive and pointless. All I wind up doing is describing 1,000 different ways the same types of abuse were dished out. Just 'abuse' suffices for now, and I feel understood enough to be fine with that. Who knows, maybe one day I'll feel the urge to drag it all out again and I'll go bore a few million internet junkies to death on a personal blog page of my particular abuse. If I get that urge I think might just choose to ignore it

. Maybe not. I don't know. I can't predict the future. But at this stage it's not for me.
So to very briefly answer your questions.
Physically - mentally - emotionally abusive childhood. Experienced and observed a significant amount of extremely frightening rages and outbursts and terrifying physical violence from pre-birth.
Yes, sadly I had very disordered parents who were in a seriously violent enmeshed relationship. One seems to me now to have been maybe full Anti-socialPD/BPD/NPD and the other perhaps (unfortunately) had undiagnosed Bi-Polar as well as maybe hypoglycemia issues. NPD too I think. Both are long gone now.
They both had tragic and awful childhoods, with absolutely no understanding or opportunity for professional intervention - unfortunately for them and me.
They found each other at quite early ages and immediately enmeshed. In their long running saga of enmeshment and violence they lived an existence that somehow met very strong needs in themselves and each other. It seemd as if it was never positive. It was overwhelmingly tragic in the most unhealthy ways.
Sometimes it still surprises me to find myself saying this - I understand them now.
I can understand them being who they were. I simply place them against the backdrop (and in the context) of their own horribly pain-filled childhoods. I don't have any anger or hatred in me to towards them - now!

I did though, for a long time.
Yes, I've had many relationships with Narcissistic types. I tend/tended to be attracted to them. Of course it's old childhood stuff. Boundaries and therapy have helped me there. Write's post spoke to me so strongly re this. I was so used to needing to seek nurture and sustenance from people who didn't/couldn't love me that I was blindly doing in it adulthood too, and making myself miserable into the bargain.

That was me living a 'double-loser' life. Repeating childhood in adulthood when I had the power to change it.
I've constructed my own personal definition of love and healthy relationships. Whenever it becomes obvious to me that these elements aren't functioning in me or the other person I just simply do a little bit of personal boundary work. My definition of love is really just 3 simple things. Probably inadequate for others, but they work for me. Tolerance, respect, validation. For me, if I'm experiencing these things in a relationship, and if I'm giving these things in a relationship, then it's a loving relationship.
I hope you're doing okay Ami,
Papillon
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -:-Anais Nin