Life-Saving Treatment

There’s a life-saving treatment for me that my dear, caring sister enthusiastically and so very generously offered to pay for that would be life-changing. According to Kristen, this “treatment”  or “professional help” will ensure that my children (for she has convinced them that I need this “treatment” before they should talk to me again (my kids haven’t spoken to me for months, now)). In fact, last time I spoke to my oldest son he said, “I won’t talk to you until you get treatment” and a few other questionable things. I asked, of course, what kind of treatment is required. He said, “that’s for you to figure out”. Kristen said the same thing to me a month earlier than my son did. Odd, isn’t it? This treatment, she insinuates, will also entitle me to my Aunt Janet’s (the one who threatened to call the police while I was sitting next to my dying mother) love and kindness and the love of “everyone”.  Who doesn’t want to be loved?  Perhaps if I had this “professional help” long ago, I wouldn’t have been disinherited nor “pre-deceased” my mom. Nor would I have spent 6 years in a relationship with an abusive in every-possible-way ani-man-girl (a living thing who’s part animal, part man, and part girl) Oh well.  Next time.

But here’s yet another Kosher pickle—she seems to have changed her mind about this life-saving and life-changing treatment.  So now, I guess, I will be forever alone. No kids. No relatives. Nothin. Nada. I will remain unworthy of my sister’s, my Aunt’s, my children’s, and “everyone’s” love, a real rotten place to be. Trust me…I know. So now what?  I’m at a loss.

Also, my sister refuses to reveal to me what genre, if you will, of professional help I need in order to have love, care and respect from my children and love and support from the rest of my family…and “everyone”. If I don’t know what kind of help I need to ensure my mental and emotional safety, comfort, and health, what am I to do? Also she is now refusing to pay for this life-saving treatment. I’m sad. I’m confused. I’m not understanding why she is now not going to help me become a person worthy of love.

I’d like to add that most”professionals” in the mental and emotional health field who are schooled in NPD would consider Kristen’s behavior, in this particular instance, as “moving the goal post”. If you’re familiar with NPD, you will “hear” another manipulative tactic used by narcissists which I will address shortly. If you figure out what it is, be the first to post a comment with the correct answer and you can win a giftcard!

Abusive narcissists and sociopaths employ a logical fallacy known as “moving the goal post” in order to ensure that they have every reason to be perpetually dissatisfied with you…By raising the expectations higher and higher each time or switching them completely, highly manipulative and toxic people are able to instill in you a pervasive sense of unworthiness and of never feeling quite “enough.”…They get you thinking about the next expectation of theirs you’re going to have to meet – until eventually you’ve bent over backwards trying to fulfill their every need – only to realize it didn’t change the horrific way they treated you.

 

The above is from this article here.

Kristen, me, my newborn, my mom, my Grandma Helen, and my Aunt Janet. Agoura Hills. 1996

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