David has worked in community & human services for >40 years, the last decade has been employed as a Counsellor, specialising in relationships & men’s issues. He has an extensive range of skills and experience in youth work, Aboriginal community and political work, as well as in presentation, adult education, and experiential learning..
People who undergo narcissistic abuse, and/or are victims of “emotional incest” over prolonged periods, often develop ailments similar to that of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and Complex-PTSD.
Such people will often be living within the trap of Cognitive Dissonance. It keeps them “trapped in the cycle” of narcissistic abuse, abusive relationships, and often remain bonded to “unhealthy” family members.
Consistent or regular irrational thoughts, beliefs, and mismatching of actions, are strong indicators of those who are “caught” in such cycles.
7th May 1998, 8:10 am: Outskirts of Berri, SA, on the banks of the Murray River.
Here I sit by the Murray River, under the trees on the outskirts of town. Having ‘presented’ myself to a tree momentarily, I now see how my river lays dormant and polluted, and a sadness washes over me.
This is not the river I recall as a child whilst staying at Renmark on occasion. The colour of the water is different, it has a smell of lifelessness — or do I exaggerate — no, I think not.
As I drove along the dirt road, skirting the edge of the river, I came upon a place where humans had left their discards — plastics and garbage — a desecration. Why can’t people see what they do? A total disregard and disrespect for the earth and its sanctity.
Surely we will all suffer the collective consequence of such selfish and insensitive actions.
The trees are sad here, the Kurrunpa* struggles — stagnate river flow, stagnate stifled air. And then I see a pelican fly low above the surface of the river as I write, seeking its food. What do the bird-life feel of these changing times? I wonder.
And the sounds of Freddy Fender singing on my car stereo drift across the morning, “wasted days and wasted nights”, country in our Country.
My mood is disturbed: my country ails, and the true custodians struggle all over the world as here in Australia, struggling to redress the ecological Balance, and the ‘mother’ speaks — who and how many respond to ‘her’ call?
Addendum: And I know that I am not absolved from this; my actions and deeds I must carry with me. It has become colder since I’ve been here; I shiver in my body, my hands feel the chill in the air. C-r-a-c-k, a gunshot sounds-off in the near distance. Birds take flight, a flurry in the trees. I desire optimism, yet sadness fills me, fighting back despair.
And now I hear the sound of a chainsaw ripping through the air.
*Kurrunpa: Walpiri, central Australian Aboriginal word, “life-force”.
Brothers in The Cause … though in our different ways and paths, we grew to respect each other in a way that is more often felt, not spoken. Many times during many years, crossing-over, passing-by, and then often joining on common ground. (Sadly one of my comrades passed recently . I was honoured to have invited him & wife as my guests to this particular event in 2018).
When it comes to human-sex-child trafficking… next level of deviancy and conspiracy? “Snuff” movies! Who can afford to pay for these!? Umm, only the very rich with the collusion of “key” people & their “enablers”. Seriously folks, just ask the right questions, & stop believing in your “leaders”, your “legal” system, it’s enforcers. The corruption is endemic and insidious deep within the “modern” culture itself.
Just because someone may be the same colour as you, Or speaks and sounds like you. Or just because they may look like you, Or say the things you like to hear, Doesn’t mean they have your best interests at heart. They may be “nice”, but that don’t mean they’re “good” for you, they maybe just “good fooling you”.