Rethinking the Language of “Narcissistic Abuse”: Why the Words We Use Matter - Lived Experience Educator
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You know kintsugi, the Japanese art with broken pots and gold?
The way I see it, My abuse is like the cracks. My NPD is like the gold. My NPD put Me back together again after My parents broke Me.
I'm always going to be broken, but I can be whole and broken at the same time. I like the Myselves that My NPD helped Me make. I like Myself better than if I were a boring normal pot that never broke. I'm a shiny and interesting pot. And I'm living a genuinely great life.
Yesterday I drank nectar from a flower! I learned it from an Aboriginal teacher on Country. I'm happy. I have a family I love, and they love Me. I made it Myself.