It’s a provocative headline for sure, what I mean by “family shit receptacle,” is that often, within toxic families, there’s that one child, that one sibling that receives all of the family’s disdain and disrespect. They are spoken to like they are irrelevant. Treated like they are the lowest form of life and they are never made to feel welcome or that anyone is happy to see them.

No one does self-preservation better than a Narcissist and perhaps it’s for this reason, that Covid has really disrupted their “supply” chain.

The road to healing from Codependency is filled with a lot of twists and turns and sometimes deep, deep pot holes.

Back in the early 2000’s I met a man, who would spark the most pivotal time in my life,  my long-term Narcissist. We were really young and as many girls dream of, I wanted to start planning for our own home and a family. I had the guy, though he was never quite what I wanted or needed him to be.

I dislike the term Empath. You see it everywhere. It’s supposed to signify a special mystical talent that makes you better than most at reading people and emotions.

My heartache was tangible and the air was thick with loneliness, as the sound of laughter flooded in through my bedroom window. I was trying to cope with my new life alone, no spouse, no parents, no family and no friends, when my new neighbor’s merriment permeated the silence.

Limited Contact: A state of partial interaction, that one partakes in for certain occasions, with abusive or toxic family members, whereby one is able to remain in contact and on their own terms with those that they would otherwise have no contact with.

When I met my long-term Narcissist I was in my mid to late 20’s and after receiving my University degree I landed a job with the Government. My Narcissist, a high-school drop-out, was working in retail and didn’t have any aspirations for better.