AsPDs and Psychopaths raising Children

Now why would we dig for gold when we can just make you hand over the gold you've worked so hard for?

AliceK wrote:Now why would we dig for gold when we can just make you hand over the gold you've worked so hard for?

if the man doesn't have money, then there's nothing to take. You can't squeeze blood out of a stone.

They did say the man should be well endowed.

AliceK wrote:They did say the man should be well endowed.

She was referring to something else altogether.

Metastatic wrote:

AliceK wrote:They did say the man should be well endowed.

She was referring to something else altogether.

Right

Metastatic wrote:Lol you women have exacting standards, but you're not gold diggers.

lol I've got my own money, so I leave it out altogether... don't want to share it, so have no interest in anyone else's

AliceK wrote:They did say the man should be well endowed.

Definitely something else altogether. Speaking of well endowed, that includes no odd curves... nothing worse then having sex with someone and it feels like 'it's' going to come out your hip

Metastatic wrote:Lol you women have exacting standards, but you're not gold diggers.

I have considered using men for money before, I have been proposed by couple of well-off men. But as those men were not entertaining and good looking...I couldn't do it, my narc side wouldn't give in. I want my man to live in MY shadow, I'm the successful, powerful, all-mighty one. My man's job is to obey, entertain me and serve well in the bedroom. And look pretty. Just as I like my horses huge and muscular, that is the way I like my men. By attracting attention they also draw attention to me.

I've never gone out with a man just because of his money. I did, on the other hand, go out with a man simply because he had some assets that appealed to me. He lived in an upper-class neigbourhood in a very nice home (with an indoor spa bath and open fireplace - two of my favourite things). A month after we met I had successfully manipulated him into allowing my daughter and I to move in with him.
Everything was fine till his kids (who were living with their mother) arrived on the scene for the weekend. His youngest daughter did not like me at all and so, problems arose from that which turned into occasional arguments. After he and I broke up, I talked him into letting my daughter and I continue living there and he did. I ended up meeting another guy soon after who had certain things I wanted and decided to move out then.
I always wanted a house with an indoor spa bath and open fireplace and I had that for awhile at least.

I have to admit, you guys have opened my eyes with this post. I wouldn't have expected psychopaths to be so concerned about being good parents. Then again, parental love is more basic than other kinds - many animals such as leopards fiercely love their offspring but don't care about anyone else.

I have no idea what people mean when they say they want to cry, how do they know they want to cry?

That's a tough one. I know how it feels, but to describe it...

Physically, it's kind of a feeling in my eyes. Almost like an itch, but not quite. I guess kind of like being exposed to onions, except less painful.

But it's more of an emotional experience than a physical one. This feeling of heaviness inside, helplessness, when I'm hurting and can't really do anything about it.

And the funny thing is that actually crying kind of feels good. (It can give me a headache, but drinking plenty of fluids helps with that.) It sorts of lets out the pressure, leaving me feeling kind of relieved. If I hold back my tears I end up depressed for several days, but if I let myself cry, it's over with in a few minutes or maybe an hour or two.

Maybe you guys should check out Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child. This book talks about the kinds of things parents can do to help kids learn to deal with their emotions well. Most of it is kind of the same stuff my parents did that helped me as a kid.

But perhaps what saddens me more is that, as far as I can remember, at no time in my childhood did I think to simply ask the bullies why they did what they did. Did any of you ever ask? Did your children?

I was bullied a lot (undiagnosed autism, extremely emotionally sensitive, so I guess I had a V painted on my forehead). I did ask why, many times, but all the bullies would do was answer with something cruel like 'because you're stupid'. I'm not sure even they knew why they bullied me - many kids don't understand themselves well.

(Funny thing, the one and only time I've been called a psychopath was when I flipped out and tried to drown one of my bullies. I did have a pretty hot temper, still do, but it's always fear and emotional pain making me lash out.)