Upon my enlightenment of what happened to me (early in my life) up until age 60, I became angry. That is normal (many scapegoat children-turn-adult) never lose that anger. Even more, never even discover what happened to them, as it is “the family secret” and all participants who choose to engage “play a role” and play it well for their own survival.
One of the main roles is to help “build the hierarchy” of the dysfunctional family model, by helping the parents scapegoat the “weak child”, hence removing responsibility of their own dysfunction and projecting it onto the scapegoat (and if that model scapegoat is created at a young enough age) i.e. vis a vie triangulation, isolation, etc. it works quite simply.
Of course there are numerous downsides to this type “family model” that are far too numerous to mention. One is the deception and manipulation mentioned above. The family generally then turns to their community and screams, “See what a madman we have? No wonder our family is in turmoil”. Of course it is all based on deception and untruths.
And though it “works”, this model harms a lot of people (even outside the family unit) as well as the children (not only the scapegoat child). All models from the golden child to the lost child are angry (at whom, they are a bit confused/misguided) but that’s merely a fact of the NPD family model (they all think they are angry at the scapegoat). Sadly they are not.
Mix in a heaping tablespoon of Autism Spectrum (with which I was born), didn’t only make life difficult, it made it impossible. Believe me when I tell you, Clark Kent couldn’t have changed into his Spandex and flown out of there without some heavy duty kryptonite burns.
Jung and Satir’s psychological and psychiatric papers are chock-full of these dynamics which are the “fingerprints” of any NPD family. Scott Peck (The Road Less Traveled) penned his 2nd book “People Of The Lie” on this very family model. It is much more commonplace than people know.
So how to heal? I’ve been reading a great deal on that, and consulting with several top professionals in that field. I am also now hooked into several large networks that allow me support, and the ADA has assured me they would assist in any external issues that might arise while I attempt to begin my life, possibly for the first time; and of course my wife Lee is a tremendous support. Together we are walking through this.
Anger and fear are actually healthy responses to “my enlightenment”. In fact, I’ve learned that had I not had such emotions, I should be worried. It would mean I had likely gotten to the point of dissociation and void of all feelings (which would put me right back in the mud, wallowing with the narcissists and their“flying monkeys”) who continue to occasionally pop up (I choose not to engage with them anymore, however; and that is healthier for both sides
As Katy told Boon in “Animal House” when asked to be his date to the toga party, “I’ll write you a note. I’ll say you’re too well to attend”. And actually, just as promised from various therapists, once I purged the anger and blogged it, the anger subsided. Have I forgiven the culprits yet? Of course not. I know, I know, forgiveness is “the solution” to many things, and I agree, and feel I will forgive one day.
But if I give a “fake performance” (just to show “how spiritual I am”), and not feel the anger and “loss of innocence” if you will, that’s exactly what it will be, “a fake performance”. Fake performances were the very foundation of what I had to do in that original family unit to survive. I refuse to be involved in that kind of behavior ever again.
So forgiveness is on my agenda in the future, but not forgetfulness. It is every bit as important to remember who did these deeds to me, and who enabled them (and who continues to enable some of them) and never, ever allow them in my life again. They do not deserve that honor. To be forgiven? Yes one day. To be forgotten would be naive and myopic.
Will I write a book (and/or screenplay) regarding my life? I have been approached by several very capable people “interested parties”, and am tossing that idea around. I’d say “probably so” but I don’t want to do so while my moods are still volatile.
First I want to allow those around me who really love me (Lee) to help in the healing, which she has been doing, and that doesn’t go unrecognized, and continue our hikes as I’ve learned late in life that God’s handiwork aka nature is a healer like no other I’ve ever seen. Lee agrees, and together our hikes are like magic.
In college, my first time around, I was not a great student. Now of course I understand more clearly as to why.
I could barely read, and, I actually had never read even one entire book cover-to-cover until age 27, and again, now I have a greater comprehension as to why that occurred too.
A combination of struggling with both autism and scapegoatism, hindered my ability to do so.
When I finally learned how to read properly (using a ruler or other similar object), it made things much easier. And though I loved some of the great nature/spirituality writers such as Emerson and Thoreau, I didn’t fully comprehend their core message until experiencing it. In fact I used to snicker at some of it, sadly. Now I know how much smarter/wiser they were than I will ever even hope to be.
Lee on the other hand is and always was an avid reader and comprehends what she reads. Using her instincts, one birthday she got us both Kindle Fires. Suddenly, due to the brilliant background lighting and large font, enabled me to read and absorb the words (without using a flat object to keep the letters from jumping all over the place).
And though I realize the autism will never go away, I am slowly learning to accept it. It is in fact a gift after all (I had always heard otherwise). It is why I am able to do a lot of the things I am able to do (especially on the creative side). In my diagnosis, which was done by the top neuropsychologist in Arkansas, (and allegedly one most respected in this whole region) who does most of the neurological evaluations in this state as she is that respected, and has sat on the Ar. State Autism Board about 35 years who wrote a letter to my GP (which is the result of the evaluation). She says that even my work is autistic in nature. (I gave her the URL of my web site).
Ironically, Lee’s guess and later my guess was Asperger’s. She noticed numerous “Aspie” movements/gestures etc. for several years. It took time but upon deep assessment, finally so did I. But we found out I am much deeper on the Autism spectrum than the Asperger’s spectrum. And though Asperger’s is considered a type of autism, not everyone with autism has it. I got lucky and have both.
As each day passes, I learn just how lucky and blessed I really am. I have what I need; more than I ever desired. I am alive and, though on some days struggling with health issues, I have survived and I am strong.
I am a survivor, of things that (I am told) most people don’t survive. I don’t say that in glee. I say that because that is one of the main reasons I blog this topic, very different than my cartoon/humorous stuff, which I find equally important. Laughter was not easy on many days. I have been writing cartoons for 18 years.
I notice on days I am able to find humor on which I could rely for a laugh, sometimes that is all I needed to make it through the day.
But I also needed information like this (on this topic).
It is not fun to write, and sometimes it isn’t easy to write. But for me, it is very necessary to write. I’ve already been told of several families who have been helped. Young lives who won’t have to go through what I did.
Several families have opted for professional help rather than ego-driven narcissism/power etc. to greet and welcome in life. To them I say, “God bless you” and please do keep the faith. All that pain, made this day worthwhile for me, and I hope and pray that in your own journey toward recovery, both of us will be able to look back and say, “Now what was that that was bothering me back in July of 2015? I don’t even remember”.
Rick London is an author, songwriter, cartoonist and gift designer. He is best known for his Londons Times Offbeat Cartoons & Funny Gifts which have remained Google #1 ranked since 2005. He is active in such causes as autism/Asperger’s, animals, children and the environment.
First, thank you to my wonderful, understanding wife nature and wildlife photographer and gift designer Lee Hiller London who has made 2015 “The Year Of The Rick”, that is, I am able to feel comfortable in my development and growth (that never happened) due to un-diagnosed autism, vanus, and NPD Disorder parents (and subsequent “flying monkeys”). A thought hit me the other day. I wonder what it looked like to neighbors who knew I was put away in the attic and my other siblings encouraged to go outside to play. Don’t get me wrong. I had a bike and all the accoutrements to appear to have some normalcy. But that’s all they were, like braces on my teeth at age 12. One might ask, “But Rick, you were given expensive braces. How can you say they ignored you or scapegoated you”. Every child with crooked teeth whose parents had the resources got braces because that can be seen by the public, plus it played into “the perfection syndrome” of the NPD. Autism cannot be seen, extremely painful vanus (flat feet with shattered joints, cartilage cannot be seen by the public. Straight shiny white teeth can; futher proof of “all the good they were doing for their ungrateful child”. So I queried a facebook friend who moved into my neighborhood when she was 5 years old with her parents who were very well known and respected in the community. Normally, my parents did their best to ingratiate themselves to that type. Not this couple. Why? Upon asking questions, I asked her a bit about herself several days ago in facebook private message. As it turns out she is now a grandmother, and has grandchildren diagnosed with autism. Upon noticing that, she could see many of the symptoms in herself. ADHD was one of them. That was no big surprise to her as she’d been reading about it awhile. She is starting therapy next week to try to lessen some of the painful side effects of what appears to be autism (When I say painful I mean emotionally so) such as depression, anxiety, esteem issues, etc. She feels from reading if not full-blown autism, surely somewhere on the Asperger’s Spectrum (of which I can also identify). I have both. I asked her if she remembered my attic bedroom. I imagined 50 years later, she didn’t. I was very wrong. She not only remembered it, she remembered wondering what the hell was happening at our home as did her parents. Why were my other siblings out and about, and I was at home brooding in my attic bedroom away from everyone else most of the day after school. I occasionally had friends, but my parents “ran them off” for being “a bad influence on me”. The only ones they allowed in my life, were the ones that truly were bad influences on me. Some nearly got me killed. They remained “just fine” in my parent’s book.
My neighbor (and I’m sure many others) knew to a certain degree something was very wrong; she simply didn’t make it that blunt as you can see in her message to me further down the page on the “facebook screen shot”. The narcissistic parents can be so self-absorbed, they haven’t a clue others nearby are curious at worst, concerned at best. Even 5 year olds (and of course their more worldly/educated parents). I asked her if I might block out her name and photo and post it in my upcoming book (of which I am blogging various chapters now). She said, “Not only can you post it, there’s no need to block out my name or photo. I can see quite well what they were doing to you”. Still I decided to block it out. Her family was very well known and respected and though she’s moved far away, she still visits occasionally. The shocker is that though her loving parents didn’t know she had autism (which she may not), they knew something was different and took a very different approach than my parents did. They loved her unconditionally and being good with academia, helped her nonstop with her homework and encouraged her to try new things and face challenges. Of course mine did the opposite. Here is a screenshot of her memories of me hidden away in the attic. This was our third home, but our second home in Hillendale, the subdivision my maternal grandfather Marcus London developed, the home that burned down and rebuilt. The home that I made sure the fire department arrived by calling them and the home where I dragged my 5 year old frightened brother to safety next door at Richard Ward’s home and made certain my older sister got out of the bathtub and out of the burning home that had smoke billowing through it. She has even noticed that my wife Lee is an angel, learning with me all we can, so our lives are as happy and fulfilling as we deserve. And we deserve good now. We’ve seen what rough edges can be.
We know what “flying monkeys” can and will do. We now have the tools to stop them in their tracks, with the help of major networks and government agencies if need be, but we know our rights, and we use them accordingly if need be. I deserve my remaining golden years to be good ones. I spent 12 years in “attic captivity” in a place where NPD tactics were used regularly to create a “scapegoat child” and later a “scapegoat adult”. The more you read about NPD, the more nauseous one gets. There’s no way around it. I know I will have to forgive one day, not for them but for me. Meantime, my newfound anger, energy and contacts only drives me to help other families and/or children who might find themselves in similar situations.
That has become, other than God and my wife, the most important thing. That story was told often in my family….for a few months. Then suddenly it disappeared as if it had never happened. I went from “the bravest little boy ever” back to the “snotty bratty kid who could do nothing right”. Even in adulthood, my siblings never thanked me or acknowledged that I’d saved their lives. My parents concluded I had, the maid said I did, I’m sure it appeared to next door neighbor Richard Ward I did, at least with my 5 year old brother (as I had him tightly by the arm dropping him off there to safety from the burning home, and finally am sure it is somewhere in the record archives of the Hattiesburg Police and Fire Departments.
But suddenly it disappeared from my family records. Rick never saved anyone; or at least it was never brought up again, and I was discouraged from talking to others about it. It even seemed creepy to me then. Now that I know what that was all about, it is worse than creepy. It is maniacal, yet I’d do my best to save their lives again if put in a similar situation. They never could help being emotionally ill anymore than I could. My parents couldn’t help that they had NPD Disorder. However, they could have gone for help. They didn’t (to my knowledge). If they did, it didn’t “take”.
Anyone who knows he/she has not done wrong, longs to clear his/her name; no matter how many years later if it has been tarnished. Often, at first, it is a total surprise as to why it even has (been tarnished). I was never told I had done anything wrong. I was never corrected for anything above regular childrens “crimes and misdemeanors. One knows if he has tried his best. I’d not hurt anyone, at least not purposely, and was baffled figure out why their family of birth keeps those “imaginary wrongs” in the public eye. Though I have a good name outside of my hometown in most cases (even worldwide..and should, I treat my friends and fans as I’d want to be treated), remnants of NPD occasionally resurface.
I was raised in an NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) home. NPD is a dreaded emotional disorder in which parents abuse their children, all of them, but particularly the “scapegoat archetype” child, well into adulthood. That is a necessary dynamic to the NPD (according to Jung and Satir) in order for the NPD model to work. Make no mistake, the other children; hero, golden, and/or lost child are injured every bit as much. They simply don’t know it as they get “some soothing” via material possessions, less mental abuse etc. NPD is so subtle, unless one is trained, studied, or looking with a microscope, it can be very difficult to be revealed. In fact it appears the opposite. It appears the victims are the parents and the perpetrator is the scapegoat child. Nothing is further than the truth. In fact it is the overly-sensitive, truthful scapegoat that is chosen for those very qualities in most cases (to be the scapegoat) to the NPD parents.
The other NPD children, the golden child, the lost child etc. may not have been brutally criticized etc. daily, but they were carefully and artfully manipulated into their roles to help do their parents bidding, and to make certain the “scapegoat child” was hated within the family unit, and then help broadcast it into the community. Children are not dumb. They knew early on it was a lie but had to do what they had to do to survive in that family unit. So they did. It became habit and possibly even fun. But a lie is a lie, and even as adults, especially as adults, they know exactly what it is (unless they are just too far gone) in denial. The narcissistic parents do not recruit friends, they recruit to what are commonly referred as “flying monkeys” named after the flying monkeys from the film “Wizard Of Oz”. Those FMs are completely unaware, at first, why they are recruited, at least most of them. Ironically, not only Jung and Satir (and to for the most part Freud, were aware of this entire sick family dynamic, so was Mark Twain. He warned people with his famous quote regarding “getting fooled”. It pertained to this very issue. So where is the closure? Where is the justice that was a lifetime of chaos and capriciousness facilitated by parents who used their scapegoat child as a diversion (for the public) to their own mental illness?
What is left but “flying monkeys” who, haven’t a clue they were duped, wouldn’t believe it if the best psychologist (or psychiatrist in the world told them), and why do they continue, as if chronically ill themselves to blacken your name, no matter where you live by insidiously broadcasting to local religious organizations, law enforcement, friends, students and even mutual friends of the scapegoat etc. many of whom all tell me what they are up to. At first some of it thought it was “sort of fun”. Then they saw the damage that was being done to me. Then they saw the damage that was being done to them. Then they got sick of it; at least the ones with a little bit of sanity left. The others continue to enjoy it as it is “what makes them tick”. They will (most probably) need legal intervention to stop if it invades my space, hurts me in personal or business situations etc. But it takes what it takes. Lee and I have a motto in our home and it applies to everywhere we go, “Nobody wants to bully either of us. They may not know it at this time, but they really really don’t.”
Most are sick of them and, like most adults, feel that if one has unfinished business with someone, they should confront that person themselves. Flying monkeys are cowards. Cowards of the worst kind. Some think they are strong and mighty (because they have brought the scapegoat to his/her knees) but quite the opposite. It was the numbers of them, not any one of them. It was also the element of surprise in that the scapegoat hasn’t a clue that he/she is “in a war” until way after it is too late. The negative feedback usually begins early on (and from parents, then siblings, then community) so that’s “just how life is to the scapegoat”, a bit difficult but hey, that is life, right? No, not even close.
In real life a person is not purposely undermined on a daily basis by hundreds, sometimes thousands. The good news. There is a solution and it can be reversed, and often is. No one of them could endure, or even come close to endure what the scapegoat has (and deep down every one of them are quite aware of that fact), hence they never confront or even mention any of the “wrongs” to the scapegoat ever.
When word has occasionally gotten back to me by 3rd parties, I always ask, “What was my wrong?” Of course all I get is radio silence. I always then ask, “Do you think you could get them to take a lie detector test with me? I’ll gladly pay for it.” Again radio silence. That has happened so many times, it is what led me on my two decade journey to finally discover exactly what the issue was, and the issue was not me, it was a horrid social/mental disorder of which my parents suffered called NPD. Recently, I mentioned it was discovered that I have autism. I mentioned this to several relatives, close relatives (or as close a birth relatives that I might have). One does not “catch autism” as if it is an airborne disease, it is congenital. One relative had nothing to say except, “Well we didn’t know much about autism back then.” I followed up, “Why wasn’t I tested?”
She continued, “Well if we didn’t know much about anything why would we have you tested?” I responded, “Then why at age 6 was I hidden away in an attic far removed/isolated from my other two siblings? (radio silence). I knew then my parents knew there was indeed something very different about me. It turned out not to be a disease, but a gift. But a gift of which they were ashamed, since it was so different.
When emailed from me to one blood relative of my autism he replied, “Funny, I have a bit of dyslexia and I volunteer with some local doctors and we get great results. I’m very interested in yours. Please tell me more as my wife’s niece has a mild case of it, hence we have it on both sides of the family”. (In other words, “Shut up, Rick. You’re making a big deal over nothing. Sorry your autism was never diagnosed. Live with it. The rest of us are doing just fine with my wife’s niece with her mild case.”)
Unless he is totally naive, which is very possible, I think he thought I’d listen to his garbage and just let it go. He thought so very wrong. I will one day let it go. though, but of course that’s another season. Now is not that season. Now that I am in touch with it, know what it is, and finally know what it is I am battling and learning to grow, develop, and learning to live comfortably with it, I won’t stop, especially given the NPD/flying monkeys continued behaviors, until the world is extremely aware. That is a promise.
If anything happens to me, there are 25 others writing with me in the autism/Asperger’s network and they are very familiar with my case and the players. FYI, there are no “mild cases” of autism or Asperger’s. One is either on the spectrum or not. There are different places on the spectrum of which they are, but that isn’t mild or intense, it is autism, a different way of thinking. Period. Only the most ignorant and uniformed would call autism “mild”.
I almost couldn’t believe what I was reading in the email, and then remembered it was from a related (one of the core) “flying monkey” recruiters. I showed that to my PhD psychologist expert who simply shook her head. She knew what I’d been up against for many many years, and how very cruel it was, and is; as are the people involved in such virulently negative behavior.
It’s way too late for them to continue the flying monkey routine and think it is productive. If anything it is simply more “grist for the mill” for our publishing and/or productions to do anything possible to help other families avoid it, or if they are already on the narcissism spectrum, how to change the dynamics from extremely sick to healthier, and possibly to healthy (with the right professionals). So the more they “act out”, the more information we have on various “worst-case scenarios”. As I mentioned, some “writers” who are not quite aware they are writing the ending….are writing the ending of my story 🙂
My wonderful wife Lee seems to have a very instinctual understanding of it all, and is very supportive. I am very lucky for that. I get so much more done in my personal life, my business life, and now my educational life (that is in helping others understand what is happening to them with NPD and/or un-diagnosed autism/Apserger’s; and “flying monkeys and cruel/ignorant families. She is a brilliant writer with excellent contacts and knows how to complete my project, and will, should something happen, along with the autism network. It will be completed, no matter what.
My blood relative added, “In 4th grade mom and dad learned I had ADD so mom threw me a Valium, put me on my bike and sent me to school. It’s a wonder I ever made it to adulthood”. Then he added an “LOL” at the end of that statement as if that were funny, and of course another subtle request for me to “stop making a big deal out of nothing”.
Of course those of us who are halfway studied, understand that child abuse is anything but “nothing”. It could only make me wonder how he has raised, and is raising his own children. I shudder to think. Hence the isolation and subsequent mental abuse. Possibly a part of them felt the abuse would “change those differences”. I had tics, I blinked my eyes incessantly, I flailed my hands and numerous other obvious movements.
Healthy parents would have at least had their child assessed by a child psychologist. Even a mediocre one in those days knew enough about autism to know it was “not something to be cured” but something to be educated in a different manner (special education) and in my case it would have simply been “the gifted program” and I would have fared quite well. Keep in mind after the parents are deceased, with nothing, of course, but unfinished business, not just with their scapegoat but with their golden child and lost child, what happens. Long before the parents are deceased, the siblings of the scapegoat learn they can join in with the abuse, and this for the most part keeps the focus off them, and their imperfections.
Remember, NPD is all about ambiance, (the way things look and seem to the general public) and they must seem as perfect as humanly possible; even if that means “creating a scapegoat” as “the one who is always trying to mess things up”. That scapegoat actually is, but not because he/she wants to, because he/she has to. He/she has been programmed by the sick parents to do so, and if he/she doesn’t misbehave, he/she can and often is criticized even more severely and for longer periods of time. This is the parent’s “alarm bell” to say to them, “See, we are perfect and we are doing the best we can, but we’ve been cursed with this demon child” who cannot do anything but wrong. And wrong I could do. I must have responded to my programming with such preciseness, they were quite proud (while badmouthing me the whole time). A recent flying monkey reared his ugly head not more than a few months ago. He lives in Houston and contacted several local businessmen of which I have a good relationship. They wondered why, if he had a gripe with me, he didn’t simply contact me. He grew up in this area, but really didn’t know them or vice versa. One spilled the beans and let me know what he was up to. I contacted the ADA (Americans With Disability Act). When I tell you they are on your side (if you have a disability, and believe me you do whether you have autism or NPD or both). The casting of aspersions stopped as rapidly as they started. I called for a complete federal investigation (and would again next I hear of one).
I now have heart disease and high blood pressure (and civil rights) and if they do anything to affect my health due to my disability (and now that is what the flying monkey business is about), they are asking for prison time. And I am willing to help them pack their bags. I can no longer be run over, not by them, and not by an unsuspecting third party they “recruit in innocence”.
The healthy places I’m now going in my life, are they don’t “want to go there” places…not because they don’t want to, because they can’t. Unless they come clean (which is highly doubtful), they will remain bitter sick “flying monkeys” into the grave. As sad as that sounds, it happens every day. Plus they are no longer invited. I now know who they are and their sick sick game. They do not have the honor of my company, even in proxy by 3rd or even 10th party “flying monkeys”.
They will have to create their own new fantasy life that does not include me. Maybe new scapegoats (Though I don’t wish that on anyone, a “flying monkey must have a scapegoat” in their minds, in order simply to “be”, to “exist” if you will. Many do not understand that yet. They will when my book and subsequent film is produced, though. The flying monkeys are writing the ending. They simply aren’t aware of that fact yet. Maybe now they are aware now, or figured it out awhile back.
They’ve been writing it for the past 1.5 years. I hope they like what they’ve written thus far. I mention that part of the story because one cannot do enough for narcissists. The “scapegoat role” is way much more important than anything so temporary and expected as risking ones life to save there’s. Thankfully there are still people alive who remember that incident, and I believe the fire and police departments keep that kind of thing on record. Never try to satisfy a narcissist. They do not look at you as human, only as a tool to further their role as victim and covert abuser. Mark Twain knew that. Jung knew that, Virginia Satir knew that, and for your own peace of mind, please learn and know that. Twain possibly knew more (by instinct, not training) than any other in contemporary history on the dysfunctional family. Often he felt it necessary to describe it from a child’s point of view. Huckleberry Finn is chock full of quotes regarding this type dysfunctional family as well as other dysfunctional type family dynamics. If you are someone’s flying monkey, do the healthy thing and distance yourself. If you find yourself unable, get professional help. They will give you the tools to do so. To abuse a child is unforgivable. To abuse a child with autism, or any such disability is beyond unforgivable. It is the definition of abuse and sin. Even in the best of conditions, any scapegoat child would have had a very difficult time moving forward and grow as his/her peers. To stunt that is evil (in the serial killer level of evil….the dynamics are the same; having others/minions do the “soul murder” by carrying out their dirty work, but keeping their hands clean). Didn’t someone named “Manson” use similar dynamics in the 60s?
True, it is difficult to see the similarities…..unless you’ve been the victim of this type of crime, but it is easy to see that the dynamics were/are identical. The narcissist makes the rules of who is bad or good, and then sends out “flying monkeys “to punish them”. It’s pretty clear. The narcissists hands are clean and rarely if ever puts such orders in writing. The flying monkeys get the blame if caught.
I’ll be clear. As sick as these people were/and current ones are, I don’t compare them to Manson and his evil crimes. (He is a monster), only the dynamics of their crimes. The dynamics are exactly the same. The perpetrator’s hands are clean. Their flying monkeys have all the blood on their hands, and like Manson’s “flying monkeys”, don’t most (not all) but most, don’t even have a clue they are being used, and their best interests are not at heart. Often they are given “gifts” or other material things to make them forget that. The ones who continue it are the ones who never had moral or ethics in the first place and if they’ve passed middle age, they still have a chance to get well, but that window is closing rapidly.
Make no mistake, it is a brutal horrible inexcusable crime (that rarely goes punished); except for the inner-demons and very low self-esteem that exists in any narcissist and “flying monkey”. That is the extent of their punishment unless legally made to stop. And that is my goal; plus to educate others as how to do the same. The difference is Manson’s poor victims never had a chance to get help and understanding as to what happened to them. Soul murder is different. A victim does get that chance, if bright enough, but it won’t be due to the flying monkeys sharing private information or handing them the key from bondage. It will be from self-awareness, education, and very good professional people who understand “the whole game” very well. In fact they see it daily. They are the best psychologists that profession has to offer.
And I have several of them working with me personally, and several more in my network. I hate writing that, and don’t want to think it, but it is true (according to textbook psychology and psychiatry). It is a type of murder (soul murder) that lasts a long time. Sometimes a lifetime. Sometimes the scapegoat gets lucky and with a lot of help, figures their game out, and how it can and must stop (not just for my own good, but for theirs as well). It is even more difficult to write, given that many of the central players of the “flying monkeys” are blood relatives to me, but I don’t call them “my relatives” when mentioning their names. It is best for healthy people to not have association with someone like that; in fact pertinent. Pioneer NPD therapist Virginia Satir understood the dynamics of an NPD family possibly better than anyone. Here are her “Five Freedoms”….. If you find you are the family scapegoat of an NPD family, find a way to get the information into the community. This type family crisis is fixable, or at least treatable so that the amount of abuse and flying monkeys are minimal, and you get to lead the productive healthy life you deserve. But first one must confront every “demon”, and stop worrying about making waves. As Shakespeare most briefly stated, “To thine own self be true”. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Rick London is an author, songwriter, cartoonist and gift designer. He is best known for his Google #1 ranked Londons Times Offbeat Cartoons which he launched in 1997. His funny gift shops are very popular as well.