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How to recognize and recover from everyday sociopaths - narcissists
Donna. You better keep Chuckie away from Ox or she will make a hat and a pot roast out of him ~ how cute ~!
Callmeathena-yes I am a nurse and I plan on going to be a police officer next year and do both. I know there are several people on here in helping professions and all the qualities you describe make us more likely to be victims of spaths/narcs-in my opinion. I have also found out that there are a huge amount of THEM in the profession. The N who brought me here was a doctor and the one before him was a speech therapist.
BTW-in addition to doing nursing for people, I am planning to put out the money eventually to take the courses in elephant nursing.
I had a big scare with my cat last night. After the world series I was doing some house cleaning to help me unwind before bed. I was going in and out of the house to the big trashcan outside. When I was in PJs and had my teeth brushed and ready to get in bed, I couldn’t find Remy anywhere. It was after midnight and I was frantically calling his name all over the house and I couldn’t hear his bell ringing. I panicked and thought he may have snuck out the door. I was crying and freaking out. I put food down and no sign of him. Finally something made me open the cabinet under the bathroom sink, and there he was all the way in the back. I pulled him out and I was crying and fussed at him. I told him never to do that again because he scared his momma. He went to bed snuggled up with me and didn’t leave the bed the entire night. I woke up to him snuggle under my arm with his head on my chest. I think he was trying to say he was sorry-and he hasn’t left my side all morning-even when I go to the bathroom.
Ah, that sounds so cute, ElizabethBennet! My Darwin’s the same. He’ll sit outside the showerdoor. If I open it, he peeps his head in. If I go to the loo, he rubs up against my legs for sure. If I change cothes or clean something of my nightstands, he wants in the bedroom and watches me as if I’m doing the most interesting stuff in the world. LOL
Donna, wow, you have a sugarglider. They’re nocturnal, right?
Darwinsmom-Remy is the same way. When I get home from work he grabs onto one of my ankles with his front paws and doesn’t want to let go til I pick him up and hug him.
chuckle… that’s adorable!
Darwin’s a bit too shy for that initially. But he’ll crawl on a chair under the table and then when I walk past he’ll hug my leg. Right now he’s lying on his back, paws in the air looking at me.
Hens, that was why I sent “Chuck” down to my friend to be an Oxen so that he will have a nice and long life, of course like the rest of us he will have to WORK for his living, but pulling a cart loaded with kids once in a while is not going to work him to death! LOL He will be the last of the pure-bred Scots Highland calves I have since I no longer have a Highland bull…and actually he is a “Hill Billy,” his older brother was his daddy….LOL and I didn’t want that to happen again cause the calf might be born deformed if that happened another generation…so from now on, any new babies around here will be “ordinary” looking cattle as the half highlands look like the “other half” not the Highland half. His mama, however, is going to that great “BARN IN THE SKY” as soon as it gets cold enough, because she got an infection in her udder and can’t produce milk any more, so if she were to have a baby in the future, it would starve to death or I’d have to bottle feed it….so her time has come to meet the ultimate fate of being born a bovine! As things go though, she’s had a pretty good and pretty long life. I think she is 10 or 12 years old, I’d have to look on her papers (that’s old for most cows, but Highlands usually live to 18 or 20)
So if you happened to grow up with narcissists, they have trained you well to be the parent of a Siamese cat. The Siamese I had for 10 years was the neediest, whiniest baby I could ever imagine. The last 5 years of his life, he had to be fed Gerbers baby food in my bed (which was originally purchased for him) off my fingers. It had to be warmed up, as room temperature was not good enough for him. He also pooped on the carpet, which I cleaned up faithfully for years. I did all of this without complaint. It was like having a perpetual newborn. He would cry loudly (like a newborn) in the middle of the night if he couldn’t get access into my shirt for a “kneading”. He had to do this every few hours (!). He was a nightmare to live with. He spent his first year in my home spraying on walls because he was so neurotic. I lost a few boyfriends over him, too.
And would you believe that when he died, in January 2010, I have never cried so hard, nor wished I could die with him. I miss him terribly – the little narcissist. I think having narcissists for parents really conditioned me to be the perfect mother for a Siamese.
So, the portrayal in Lady and the Tramp is accurate, stargazer?