25 things that gross me out.

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I admit it.  I’m easily grossed out. That’s why I could never work as a nurse.    In this list I’m only including the things that most people don’t think are that disgusting (that’s why you won’t see vomit, poo, or green phlegm here), or things that seem very specific.   I think some of them are pretty weird.

Things That Gross Me Out

  1. The sight of blood pouring out of someone’s mouth.  Seeing blood (even a lot of it) doesn’t necessarily bother me.  But when I see a movie or show where blood is spurting from someone’s mouth and nose I have to look away.  I can’t stand seeing that.
  2. Long fingernails that are not polished. They don’t have to be dirty.  I never understood why women want long nails if they’re not going to polish them. I think it looks nasty. I have no idea why it bothers me but it does.
  3. Dried spittle, especially when it forms white strings.
  4. Dishwater left with bits of food floating in it.
  5. Ketchup and mayo mixed together.
  6. Any kind of slimy shellfish.  I can’t look at them or eat them.
  7. Eye gunk.
  8. Edematic skin that looks red, tight and shiny with veins visible.
  9. Putting in someone else’s pierced earrings.  I can’t do it.
  10.  Boiled squash.  I don’t care for the texture of pumpkin much either.
  11.  Eating chicken skin.  Something about the texture is just ew.   Same thing with tripe (besides the horrible smell).
  12.  Bone visible through a gash.
  13.  Shiny bald heads with scabs or dry-skin scales.
  14.  The sound of someone eating, chewing, smacking lips, etc.
  15.  When someone talks and you can hear wet mouth sounds while they speak.
  16.  Mayo on almost anything.  (In tuna salad or deviled eggs, it’s fine).
  17. The bottom of a refrigerator, where water pools and mixes in with bits of food and eventually a pinkish mold grows there.
  18. The inside of a raw Thanksgiving turkey.  I love stuffing, but I always have to get someone else to stuff it for me because the way it looks and feels makes me gag.
  19. Eggs with gooey yolks.  Even worse: when I’m with someone who is dipping their toast into the runny egg and swirling it around in it, I feel like puking.  Even worse still:  the part of a cooked egg white that for some reason doesn’t get cooked and you get a mouthful of viscous slime.   Blargh.
  20. The slimy feel of the rim of a used drinking glass when you trying to wash it.
  21. Bread that has had raw tomato on it and turns pink and gushy.
  22. The jelly-like coating on an opened can of cat or dog food.
  23. Insect fragments and carcasses in windowsills.
  24. Thinking about someone getting their ear cartilage pierced.  Shudder.  I don’t know if it’s because I think it’s disgusting or if it’s more like that horrible way you feel when you hear someone scraping their fingernails on a blackboard–not exactly gross but horrible just the same.
  25. That foam you sometimes see in stagnant pond or lakewater

I think that’s enough.  I need to stop before I heave.

 

ETA: 2 more I just thought of.

26. the feeling of chalk, powder, or dried clay on my hands.   Not gross really, I just hate the feeling of it.

27.  “Surprises” when I’m eating. I hate, hate, hate when you bite into something expecting one thing, and taste something you didn’t expect, even if it’s something I would have liked if I had known what it was.    Or eating something designed to look like something else.  Like a cake done up to look exactly like a pot roast and veggies.   Just ew.  Keep it away from me.

Apparently a lot of people suffer from Trypophobia, the fear of clusters of holes.    If you Google it, the images that come up are a little unsettling, but they don’t disgust or terrify me, like they do for some people.  I actually find these images interesting to look at.

How Covert Narcissists Brainwash Their Victim (SpartanLifeCoach)

The most dangerous thing about covert narcissists is they seem like anything but narcissists, but they are masters of manipulation, deflection, and projection. If you challenge their actions, they will turn the tables on you, and act like YOU are victimizing THEM. You’ll think you are going insane–and you might go insane.

I’m dealing with someone right now who may be a covert narcissist.   The crazy thing is that this person is telling me I’m the abusive one.  They are making me worry all over again that I might in fact be the narcissist.   They’re making me feel guilty by tearfully telling me how hurt they are over something that happened ages ago.   But who’s going to suspect such an “innocent” and “vulnerable” soul of abuse, especially when they are wiping away crocodile tears?

I doubt I’m the abusive one though, because there’s a difference between them and me:  I can admit when I’ve been wrong. I can also feel sorry when I know I’ve been wrong.    In this particular case, even though I know I wasn’t wrong, I apologized anyway to keep the peace.  I just want it to be over already but apparently they do not.   It seems to me that they are still trying to get a rise out of me over something I thought was long-forgotten.  But narcissists never forget and never forgive, and will use old transgressions (or imaginary transgressions) against you until the day they die, if they can.

When a covert narcissist starts acting all butt-hurt and accusing you of abusing them, you start to question your reality (and your sanity).  You feel like you’re living in a hall of funhouse mirrors when they are telling you that up is down and white is black and you are the abuser when in fact they are abusing you.   I’m very glad I’m not that close with this individual or I’d probably be in the psych ward by now.

Mindfulness is…

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A Day at the Lake: Memorial Day 2016

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My daughter, her boyfriend, and me decided to spend today at Lake Powhatan, a nearby small lake where there are “rooms” (clearings) along the forested paths, each one containing a picnic table and a grill.

This year I made sure not to forget the tinfoil (last year we didn’t have any and most of the hamburger fell through the grill vents into the fire–we fished them out and ate them anyway) but we forgot the lemonade I made last night! So at the last minute we stopped in a convenience store and picked up a bottle of Sprite. Guess I’ll be having lemonade with my dinners this week.

We found a good “room” with a view of the lake that was shaded all around by trees, but the mosquitoes were having a field day and I have the red welts to prove it.

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That’s the actual name of the lakefront we went to.

We had the usual Memorial day fare: burgers, baked beans and potato salad. Everything tasted wonderful. There’s nothing quite like meat cooked outside on a grill, and it wasn’t scorched this time from falling into the flames.

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Come and get it!

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It was really too cold to swim, although some people were (especially the kids) but we weren’t that courageous. My daughter and her boyfriend stayed safely on the sand. Me? I can technically tell people I “went in,” since I waded in up to my knees, and then waded back. The water hasn’t really warmed up yet. But it felt good just standing there in the shallows feeling the gentle breeze.

As we were walking back to where we parked (a good 3/4 of a mile walk because the parking area was full), we saw these two black snakes in an…intimate moment. Nature always has so many surprises, but I still felt a little guilty taking pictures of them.  (You can click on the photos to get a closer view).

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Forever an orphan.

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Those of us who were scapegoated and rejected by our own families often feel like orphans in life, forever being buffeted to and fro by the winds of a seemingly heartless world and hanging on to what seems like a brittle tree branch for our lives. We were trained and groomed by our families of origin to continue to be victimized throughout our lives, always treated as though we were less than everyone else, deficient in some way. We were not given the tools other children in our families, or the children of normal, loving families were given to do well in life. We were tossed out “with the wolves” so to speak, and told to “sink or swim.” Unfortunately, too many of us sink–into abject poverty, drug or alcohol addiction, eating disorders, abusive marriages, and mental and physical illness of all types. Everything that others seem to obtain with ease–a wide circle of friends, financial success, material goods like houses, cars or vacations; respect and closeness within their families, a relatively easy climb up the corporate ladder–seems to elude those of us who grew up programmed to believe we were defective.

We may not have literally been orphaned by our parents, but functionally we are no different than orphaned children. Children who lost their parents young to death or abandonment also grow up without any sense of belongingness and no loving, close attachments to anyone. How can you when you are treated like a number at some orphanage (more so in the past or in foreign countries like Romania) or are constantly being sent from one foster home to another, where the foster parents may mean well (but sometimes not) but have too many other charges to take care of to fulfill your need to belong and be loved. Orphans learn not to get too attached to anyone because any attachments they may form are impermanent. Getting close to others hurts too much, so they learn not to get close to anyone, not to trust anyone.

When orphans become adults, they are sent out into the world ill-prepared for adulthood with no emotional or financial help to guide them in their journey. With no one to truly care for them, and no families to turn to in times of need or crisis, they must either sink or swim. Those that swim do so at a cost. They may become successful in life, obtaining the trappings like money or status, but they never really know what love or real self esteem is. They don’t even know who they are. They just know they must survive–at any cost. It’s my belief that orphaned kids who take the swim route become narcissistic–how could they not? Adopting a false self and a fighting mentality is the only way they know to survive in a harsh, uncaring world where they seem to have no place.

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Although narcissistic abuse survivors may have been raised in actual families, we were emotionally and spiritually orphaned due to rejection and emotional abuse. We were compared unfavorably with siblings, other family members, or just about anyone else. We were raised to believe we had no rights. We were punished for having opinions. Our boundaries were constantly being violated; we weren’t even allowed to have boundaries. We were called names, belittled, gaslighted, threatened, and stunted and stifled in every imaginable way. Our efforts to be approved of and small victories were belittled or sabotaged. We were refused financial or emotional help where other children or young adults from normal families (or even our own families) would have received it (my family refused to pay for my college education although they could have afforded it). We were trained to believe we were undeserving of success or love. We developed a strong Inner Critic who continued to live on inside us long after we left our families of origin, continuing the abusive message that we are less.

We become adults who are afraid to take any risks, afraid to speak our minds, afraid to stand up for ourselves, afraid to just be. We feel guilty if we do succeed in something and sabotage ourselves just like our own families sabotaged us. If we were bullied by our families of origin, we develop dismally low self-esteem and internalize the message that we deserve nothing and are nothing. We develop a victim mentality that makes sure the bullying and rejection continues throughout our lives. We develop C-PTSD and are handicapped on almost every level for finding our rightful place in the world. We were programmed by our narcissistic families to be targets for other abusers and narcissists, who smell our vulnerability and our lack of emotional defenses. I can’t tell you how many childhood victims of narcissistic abuse were also bullied in school or even as adults in the workplace, were always passed over for promotions or raises, or married narcissistic spouses who continued the abuse, sometimes taking it to new levels of cruelty. I know because I was one of them.

Even if we somehow managed to find some small place in the world, we still feel like we don’t belong. We still feel isolated from the rest of the world, different in a bad way. We feel like we don’t deserve to have anything good. In their desperation, some narc-abuse victims sell their souls and turn to narcissism as a way to cope. They escape the enemy by becoming the enemy. Their attitude is fake it ’til you make it (or just pretend you made it). Their self esteem isn’t real; inside their prison of narcissism they are screaming in agony, but God forbid anyone ever know. They’d destroy you first to avoid being exposed as vulnerable and defenseless as they really feel. They sacrifice their very souls to survive.

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For those of us fortunate enough to have escaped narcissism, there is more hope. Although we may appear to have much less than someone who turned to a narcissistic defense, spiritually we have so much more. We haven’t jettisoned our souls to survive. We may have lost everything else–we may have poor physical or mental health, live in poverty, feel isolated from everyone, have difficulty getting close to others, always seem to have less than others–but spiritually we remained intact. Our quest to reclaim our humanity is a hard journey, filled with pain, but the moments of self-discovery and emotional and spiritual growth are so worth it. In the process of healing from narcissistic abuse, I finally found the family I know will always accept me unconditionally: God’s family. There is always a place at His table, where you will never be judged and always accepted for the person you are, instead of the one you can never be. In God’s family you are never an orphan.

Sometimes something as simple as music helps you get there. Here is a song that helped me (and at least one other narcissistic abuse survivor I can think of) in the early days of starting this blog:

Further reading:
Why Family Scapegoats Become Lifelong Victims
We Were The Lucky Ones
(I wrote this over a year ago, and I’ve changed a lot since then, but I think it still fits)
Adult Poverty and Scapegoathood: A Connection? 
The Reason We Became Adult Victims: What Can Be Done?
It’s All About Image: The Skewed Values of Narcissistic Families

Love’s table for abuse survivors

I can’t….I can’t not reblog this. OMG. This is like my life. I know these narcissistic yuppies of which Katie speaks.    The corporate and work world is swarming with them. They swarm wherever there is money and status. They swarm in churches too (though happily, not in my church). They look down on and judge those of us who have less, those of us who they took everything away from.

Where they don’t swarm and where survivors can find refuge:  natural places where you can be quiet with God and surprisingly, places of knowledge and learning, even among those who do not believe in God.    Places where we can explore our creativity and feed our souls and ask questions.  They stay away from those places where we are free to be who God meant for us to be, places where no one judges or looks down on us.  These gifts are worth so much more than some ugly, sterile McMansion in a gated community or tricked-out status foreign car.

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Geegaws, dingbats, doodads, moist and melty.

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Credit: Magpie’s Nest / Car with lots of geegaws and doodads

I really don’t know why, but the words geegaws, doodads, and dingbats all crack me up. They are real words that can be found in the dictionary (and they all mean almost the same thing, although dingbats refers more to digital doodads and geegaws–or a scatterbrained or stupid person) but they still sound like jokes to me.

Dingbat can also refer to a type of cheaply built, flat-roofed apartment house common in southern California. Most dingbat houses come in pastel colors, have stucco fronts, and are adorned with a monogram or logo (such as the owner’s initials or a romantic sounding name like “Tropical Breeze,” “Sinking Ship,” or “Halfway House”).  The boxy structure overhangs a parking stall.  Some dingbats actually have a dingbat-like doodad stuck on the front like this one (but I don’t think that’s the reason they’re called dingbat houses).

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One word I think sounds really nasty and gross is “moist.”  Whenever I hear the word moist I feel like puking. Apparently I’m not alone though:  moist seems to stimulate gag reflexes everywhere because the way it sounds reminds moist most people of bodily functions.  Don’t tell me a cake is “moist”–I’ll probably spit it out at you.

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Some words are just plain annoying.  One “word” that comes to mind is “melty.”  I don’t even think it’s a real word, just a dumb adjective made up by advertisers for equally dumb consumers.   I will not eat “melty” cheese, bite into a “melty” sandwich, or be separated from my money for anything “melty.”   I hate that word.   So don’t use it in front of me.  Ever.  Please.

What are some words you have a visceral reaction to (disgust, laughter, annoyance, terror, etc.)?

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I never tried durian.

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Plain Ol’ Vic says he hates durian, a fruit from Indonesia that’s illegal in many places due to its awful stink. There are people who love it though, and say it doesn’t taste nearly as bad as it smells. I think the custardy consistency would put me off, but I would still like to try it sometime to see if it’s really that bad.

Has anyone tried durian, and if so, what did you think of it?

Why You Need to Be Careful With Your Life

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