When bullies become adults.

Most of us, when we think about the term bully, think about a schoolyard. We think about some large, brutish kid, generally a guy, stealing lunch money and pushing kids around on the playground. But sometimes bullies grow up – in age, but not in attitude. Nobody has managed to intervene and teach him how to behave like a human being. His actions get him the results he wants, so he continues.

A bully is even worse when he grows up because he is harder to manage. If he has children then the disease spreads. He either bullies his children and wife or he teaches his children that bullying people is normal. They either learn to be victims or tyrants.

Now, it is important to say that women can be bullies too. Women can be abusive and manipulative and mean. But I have to pick a pronoun to use here, because saying “him or her” is tedious, so I’m going with the default male bully. Sadly, males are more likely to be bullies, but this post isn’t about gender so much as behavior and repercussions.

A bully will treat others that they are lesser than him because he needs this version of reality to prop himself up. A bully at the heart of it all is a weird combination of a narcissist with low self esteem. This seems contradictory. But if someone has a healthy sense of self esteem then he doesn’t have to keep shoring it up. A narcissist spends all his time thinking about his needs and how things affect him. He doesn’t care about what other people need or think unless it directly will affect him.

A narcissistic boss will get angry if an employee calls in when she is in the hospital because this means the project that she was working on won’t be finished on time. He doesn’t care that it means that she is suffering and that it has made things difficult at home with taking care of her children. It is all about him.

Bullies are narcissists sometimes. Sometimes they are also simply sadists. Either way, they don’t care about other people. Other people are simply a means to an end. It is all about their needs, and if other people get hurt, that doesn’t matter.

A bully who becomes a father will teach his children that they are lesser than him so that he can maintain a sense of control. He will try to show how important he is by making them dependent on him.

If he really wanted to show how awesome he was as a father, he’d teach them to be able to take care of themselves. The sign of a good parent is one who is able to teach his child how to be successful and happy and self sufficient. If your adult child has to move back in with you after her divorce, you haven’t done a great job. If your adult child has to constantly ask you for advice or money, then you haven’t taught her anything about what it means to be an adult.

Baby birds need to fly. If they don’t learn how to fly, how to leave the nest and go out on their own, then there is a problem. The same is true with humans, but somehow we forget that. Prolonged childhood is becoming normal. Some adult children (the term itself is a sign) don’t have the emotional, mental, or financial resources to live independently until they are in their 30s. How much of this is because of bad parenting? And how much of that is because of parents who they themselves aren’t mature? But I digress.

Imagine how terrified a bully is when he discovers his wife is very sick. He won’t have her around to push around or prop up his ego. It will all be about him. Her sickness becomes his burden. Her sickness means it isn’t all about him. She gets terminally ill, and he is no longer the center of attention. He either has to learn how to become a caregiver (not a natural role for a bully) or he becomes even more “helpless”. He will become passive-aggressive and “forget” to take his medicine. He will expect her to do all the cooking while he acts like a king during family gatherings.

He isn’t fooling anybody. Well, he is. He is fooling himself. He hasn’t figured out that the way to look important is to not feel the need to push other people around. It is to be self-sufficient.

Some people will be bullies all the way up to their death.

It is a sad way to die. It is even more sad to live this way.

Perhaps what bullies need is love. Perhaps they need to have people stand up to them and tell them what they are doing is wrong, too. But bullying is a desire for attention and a need for a good sense of self-esteem. Perhaps they need to be taught new ways to feel good about themselves other than knocking other people down. Perhaps they need to be taught that how their actions affect other people.

Perhaps the root of it all is that the bully was himself bullied, and just doesn’t know any better.

One of the strangest stories I’ve heard recently is from a man who was abusive to his sons who still tries to push them around through guilt and a mis-applied sense of service to him. He told me a story about how a current neighbor had a dog that he left outside all the time, regardless of the weather. He felt so sad for that dog, whining in the cold and the rain. Sometimes he would speak through the fence to the dog to try to comfort it.

Yet he didn’t see the connection between that dog and his children.

He didn’t see how his constantly talking down to them, belittling them, and beating them was abusive. He didn’t leave them outside in the cold or the rain, but he didn’t provide any warmth or comfort inside the house either.

There is a lot more to taking care of children than just providing for their physical needs. You can make sure they have food and a place to live, but if you neglect their emotional and mental needs, you are abusing them. You may not ever hit them, but if you don’t hug them either you are still abusing them.

Fishing/Gardening

I’ve decided to think of gardening as like fishing. Instead of the end result being the goal, the goal is just to do it. This way I don’t get upset when the plants die.

My Mom had a huge garden. She was the kind of Mom who asked for power tools for Mother’s Day rather than flowers. She needed the tools to work on her garden so she could grow her own flowers. It was common to find her outside moving rocks or planting something. There were daylilies and rose bushes and lily of the valley. She planted very few vegetables. Her garden was mostly about pretty flowers. Something different was blooming all the time.

She never taught me how to garden. She didn’t teach me how to cook or take care of a house either. She had a strange idea that because I was “gifted” and I “picked up ideas fast” that she didn’t have to teach me. Maybe I do understand some concepts quickly, but I still have to be taught them. By never showing me at all, she unknowingly shortchanged me.

I remember one time she saw me cleaning up a plant by taking out all the dead leaves and she was surprised. She wondered out loud how I learned how to do that.

I get a little angry when I think about this.

I’m pretty sure she was intentionally trying to make my life harder by not teaching me these basic things, but the end result is the same.

I’ve tried to learn how to garden from reading books, in the same way I’ve tried to learn how to cook. I understand a little bit of both but I think I’m missing something. That is fairly common for me. I’ll get the big picture but miss something really essential that is small and easy. I have a lot of “duh!” moments with myself.

My big concern is that I’ll spend a lot of money on plants and then kill them in short order because I don’t know what I’m doing. Either I water them too much or feed them too little or I don’t know how to prune them. I forget to look at them sometimes. I’ve taken to putting plants in areas I have to walk by so I have no excuse to forget about them.

I’ve decided to be patient with myself and with the process. Just pick an area and a plant or two. Go outside and enjoy being outside. Admire the bugs and butterflies. Commune with the Creator. Just try.

Because like fishing, the point isn’t about catching fish. The point is to be outside, in nature, enjoying the day.

Family secrets

I realized that it was very freeing to let go of family secrets in a recent post. I’m not sure why they were given to me to hold on to. When I told the story about my brother’s fake military service credentials I felt a weight come off of me that has been there too long.

There was a lot of lying that I was encouraged to do as a child, and that habit went on too long. I was strong-armed into not telling. Something about “family name” and “honor” and “pride” got mixed into there. After I was about 5, the only trips my family went on were of the guilt variety.

There’s nothing healthy about this, but I went along, because that is what you do as a child. I didn’t know better. Here was my family, teaching me something harmful. I was the youngest member, so I didn’t have any perspective. I didn’t know that what they were teaching me was wrong.

There is a lot of shame tied up in lying. It takes a lot of energy to pretend that you are something you are not. It weighs you down, like the proverbial millstone, like the metaphorical concrete shoes. I was drowning in someone else’s stories. I inherited bags of lies and half-truths.

I was told by my brother to not tell anybody the truth for the sake of our family name. The funny thing is that he changed his name. What name? He modified his last name some time when he was in the Air Force for that one year. Did the lies start then? Or was it when he was having “naps” with his girlfriend in the family home and got her pregnant? Did it bloom into full fruition when he somehow forgot to tell wife number four that she was in fact wife number four, and not number two as he’d told her and the county clerk when they got married? Everything started to crumble when the child from the first marriage showed up on their doorstep, 16, and running away from home. Wife number four didn’t know about any other children. Somehow it seems that the person who needs to be concerned about “honor” and “family name” is him, not me. I don’t have anything to hide. Everybody knows my business.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

He threatened me to never tell his girlfriends about him. He realized after our parents died that I was the only person who knew the truth about him. I was the only person who could kick down that house of lies he had built around himself.

He blamed me for marriage number four falling apart, saying I told her something. I never talked to her. The problem was, neither did he. It isn’t my fault that he forgot to tell her really important facts about himself. But his habit of blaming me for his failure is very common.

And I took this for years. I’m now seeing the lies that I was fed. This may not be pretty to read, but it is very healing for me to write this. I’ve held this in for a very long time. It is like I finally noticed that there was a festering boil, and I’ve lanced it open. A lot of gross stuff is coming out, but better to get it out than keep it in.

He stole money from me on a regular basis when I was a child. I started to notice something was wrong and I started to keep a tally of money in and out in a separate place. When I saw what was happening, I told our Mom. She confronted him and it stopped – but he never apologized and never paid me back.

So he started stealing from me in other ways.

There was a time in my childhood that I remember intentionally forgetting about things. There was something so bad that happened that I made a point of not remembering it. Apparently I was successful, because all I can remember is that I chose to forget. It is like having a spraypaint outline of a stencil. You can see that something happened there, but you don’t have the full picture.

He blamed me for going into debt. A few years ago he was a quarter of a million dollars in debt. The real estate business he was in had taken a nose dive, and he’d borrowed money to start up some get-rich-quick plan. It failed, and he borrowed more money, for another stupid plan. He had to declare bankruptcy and moved into a friend’s green house.

He actually said that he thought that the reason he was a quarter of a million dollars in debt was that I had “prayed for his downfall.”

How’s that for a guilt trip? That’s an express trip to crazytown. If my prayers are that powerful, I’m pretty connected.

He didn’t want to admit that it was the fact that he kept borrowing money for yet another hare-brained idea that got him in the hole he was. Once again he wasn’t taking responsibility for his own actions.

Then his new girlfriend asked to be my friend on Facebook, and he freaked out. I got numerous messages from him begging me to not tell her anything. I said that was his responsibility. I didn’t contact her, but just watched what was going to happen. Then she posted a picture of her engagement ring. So she was going to be wife number 5. I asked him if she knew about the others. He fudged on the answer. I suggested they go to premarital counseling. He got very angry and said how dare I not wish them happiness together. My point was that with counseling there would be a chance of happiness.

You won’t get good fruit from a rotten tree.

And he’s pretty rotten. Time to dig out the root of it all, the reasons for the lies and the deceit. Time to dig down deep and clean things up and out.

Things got pretty ugly there, right after they got engaged and we were still communicating. I was reading a lot of self-help books and ones on better dialogue in difficult situations, but unfortunately he wasn’t. I tried to tell him how I felt, and like always he twisted what I said.

My brother is the kind of person who you can say “It is a pretty day outside.” to and he will reply “What do you mean – are you telling me it is time to mow the yard again!?”

When you are raised with crazy as your normal, it is kind of hard to know what normal is.

I know crazy. I admit that I’ve hospitalized myself twice. Bipolar disorder runs in my family. Both times I knew something was wrong and I asked for help. Both times I needed to get my medications adjusted. I’ve heard it is very rare to realize that you aren’t well mentally and ask for help.

When Ian went crazy, he certainly didn’t know that he needed help. At the time was living just 45 minutes away from where I lived with our Mom. She was dying, and he’d been in denial of it. He’d ignored the fact that we were living on Social Security and disability for one. I’d quit my job so I could take care of her and drive her to her appointments. Dad sent money to us when he could. He was living in Birmingham with his Mom, who had Alzheimer’s. Our parents had separated a few years earlier.

Instead of being a help, he’d send letters to us with clippings from the paper showing how much money he had made off a commission. He’d send a copy of his planner, showing how busy he was, to “prove” why he couldn’t come and help or visit. During the year she was sick, he visited twice. He sent only $100. Most of his energy was devoted to harassing me on the phone, telling me that I “could do more” to help her. I was 24, had quit my job, was buying food with food stamps, and doing all the cooking and cleaning and caregiving. He was 30, and was being a jerk.

When it finally became clear that she was dying, he lost his mind.

He called once and was talking very excitedly. He went away for a little bit and I could hear coughing in the background. He said “Mom is going to feel a lot better now!” When I asked what he meant, he said that he had just coughed up some of her cancer.

This was not helping. This is insane.

A few days later he trapped his girlfriend in their house and took the distributor cap off her car so she couldn’t leave. He painted crosses on the windows with wine. He said that “she was pregnant with the next Christ” and that “demons were going to come to take the baby away.” Now that is off the charts crazy. That is certifiable. That is a danger to others crazy. And so he got committed against his will. A judge got involved. He spent two weeks in. He simply learned what not to say to appear normal, but he didn’t ever admit that he was sick.

Six weeks after Mom died, Dad died suddenly. I had to handle both estates. Ian’s name wasn’t on the will. Turns out Dad created the will after Ian threatened to kill him, and the situation never improved.

Ian insisted on getting the Rembrandt etching that had always hung over the mantelpiece. It was entitled “The Return of the Prodigal Son.” He said that Dad had always wanted him to have it, because it symbolized their relationship. I think I’d have heard about something as earth-shaking as reconciliation between them. I let him have it, because it wasn’t worth arguing about. But in reality, he was just propping up his house of lies. The son had not returned to the father. The son was adrift in a sea of deceit.

Sometime around then I also insisted that we communicate only in written form, because he had that habit of twisting what I said. I’d write letters to him and save a copy for myself. That way when he said “you said this (insert hateful comment)” I could point out that I didn’t.

It is tiring to communicate with someone like this. I wonder how tiring it is to be him, to have to constantly be checking up to see how his lie-house is doing. Nobody is perfect, and nobody is awesome. It is far healthier to admit your mistakes and move on. When you have to lie to cover up a lie, then you are getting into really deep trouble. Maybe one day he’ll figure that out. I’ve had to admit that I’m not the one to help him. I tried, and it only got worse. For my own mental health and for his, I left.

Our last conversation was a message on Facebook. He told me to read Dale Carnegie’s book “How to Win Friends and Influence People”. He told me that I had to read that before I talked to him again. That seemed to make it easy on me – I chose to not read that book. Ever.

I unfriended and blocked him and everyone directly associated with him. I can’t take the lies anymore. I can’t take him or any of his drama. I don’t know what is real about him, and I don’t think even he knows anymore.

So I’ve honored his request. I’ve not told his girlfriend (possibly now wife) about him.

I’ve told everyone.

On surviving emotional limps.

If you were raised with abusive parents, there are a few different ways of thinking about that situation. You could say “They did the best they could.” Or you could say “They could have done better.” Both have good and bad points.

If you fall and break a leg, you could say “At least I didn’t break both legs.” While this reflects positive thinking, it fails to acknowledge the pain and the loss of the use of the leg that IS broken. Saying “it could be worse” isn’t helpful. It does not honor what is, the reality of the situation.

Saying “they did the best they could” kind of lets the abusers off the hook. It acknowledges that they weren’t perfect. Perhaps they were abused as children themselves. Perhaps they were too proud to ask for help. Perhaps they were living away from family and were just not mature enough to be married, much less try to raise a child. Saying “They could have done better” is kind of vengeful. It acknowledges their lack, their fault. It pulls “should have” into the conversation. “Should have” doesn’t fix anything, however. It didn’t happen. So what do we do now?

It isn’t helpful to dwell in the past. What is done is done. The abuse won’t go away if you think about it or don’t think about it. It is important to acknowledge the reality of the situation. You need to be honest about the fact that your leg is broken. The fact that you are broken.

I think it is essential to understand that this is something that was done to you. It isn’t your fault. You are the victim, not the perpetrator. For some strange reason there is a sense of shame in our society in being a victim, and there shouldn’t be. It wasn’t your fault that this happened to you.

Perhaps it helps to distance the emotions from this. Perhaps it helps to think of this as a tree falling on you. You still get hurt, but there is no malice in the tree falling. Wondering “why” it happened isn’t helpful. But now you have a choice to make. It happened. What do you do now?

Perhaps you walk with a limp because of that broken leg. Perhaps you have walked with this limp for so long you think it is normal. Then either someone points it out to you, or you figure it out. Then you have to decide what to do. Do you leave it like it is? Do you get physical therapy for it? Or do you have surgery?

The same is true for realizing that you were raised by abusive parents. You may not know that your childhood was less than ideal. For you, it was normal. That limp is just the way things are. But then when you realize it, what do you do? Change is very hard. For some, the fear of change will prevent them from getting better. They will muddle along, damaged and hurt, because that is what they know.

Part of being raised in an abusive home is often that you feel you don’t deserve to get better. Psychological abuse is insidious like this. It is the pain that is self perpetuating. Even though the abuser isn’t saying hateful things any more, the abuse continues in your head. That groove has been so well laid down that your mind will only go on that track. It takes a lot of energy to make your train of thought go somewhere else other than “Loserville.” You’ve been taught that you are not worthy of love. If you have been taught this, it is very hard to work up the energy to get help. It isn’t impossible – just difficult. It is slow going, but it is important work.

Say you decide to get therapy or surgery. Both are very painful and take a long time. Both require focus on the problem. Both require a lot of work. If you decide that you want to stop walking with that emotional limp, it is going to be a hard journey. But at the end you’ll be better. You won’t be perfect. But you’ll be stronger than you were.

First you have to acknowledge that the damage is real. Then you have to realize that you aren’t to blame for it. It is something that happened. It wasn’t personal. In fact, it was as impersonal as you can get. If your parents were able to really see you for the amazing person you are – the amazing gift from God that you are – they wouldn’t be able to abuse you. But they didn’t have eyes for that. Perhaps they didn’t realize that they themselves are children of God.

You are special. You are amazing. And you are worthy of love. And that starts with you. It is OK to get help. And it is going to hurt – but it will get better. Lean into the pain. You’ll make it, one step at a time.

Survival Books

These are survival books. They won’t tell you how to make a solar still to distill water, or how to start a fire with a piece of flint. They will tell you how to survive a terrible childhood. Many of us were raised in dysfunctional families. Sadly, “dysfunctional” is the new “normal.” We spend a lot of our adult lives trying to undo all the damage that was done to us. These books can help you on your journey. If you can’t find these at your local library, ask them to order these via Inter-Library Loan.

These are all books that I’ve read and found very helpful.

CALL # 616.8522 N9743y.
AUTHOR NurrieStearns, Mary.
TITLE Yoga for anxiety : meditations and practices for calming the body and mind / Mary NurrieStearns, Rick NurrieStearns.
IMPRINT Oakland, CA : New Harbinger Publications, c2010.
DESCRIPT viii, 218 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
ISBN/ISSN 9781572246515 (pbk. : alk. paper)
ISBN/ISSN 1572246510 (pbk. : alk. paper)

CALL # 152.47 S472a.
AUTHOR Semmelroth, Carl.
TITLE The anger habit in relationships : a communication handbook for relationships, marriages and partnerships / Carl Semmelroth.
IMPRINT Naperville, Ill. : Sourcebooks, c2005.
DESCRIPT 146 p. ; 21 cm..
ISBN/ISSN 1402203578 (alk. paper)

CALL # 291.44 T651p.
AUTHOR Tolle, Eckhart, 1948-
TITLE The power of now : a guide to spiritual enlightenment / Eckhart Tolle.
IMPRINT Novato, Calif. : New World Library, 1999.
DESCRIPT xxiii, 193 p. ; 24 cm.
ISBN/ISSN 1577314808 (pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 9781577314806 (pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 1577311523 (alk. paper)

CALL # 301.11 P88w.
AUTHOR Powell, John Joseph, 1925-
TITLE Why am I afraid to tell you who I am? : insights on self- awareness, personal growth and interpersonal communication / by John Powell.
IMPRINT Chicago : Argus Communications, [c1969]
DESCRIPT 167 p. : ill. (part col.) ; 19 cm.
SERIES Peacock books.
ISBN/ISSN 0913592021.

CALL # 362.82 F7459t 1990.
AUTHOR Forward, Susan.
TITLE Toxic parents : overcoming their hurtful legacy and reclaiming your life / Susan Forward with Craig Buck.
EDITION Bantam paperback ed.
IMPRINT New York : Bantam Books, 1990, c1989.
DESCRIPT 324 p. ; 18 cm.
NOTE Includes bibliographical references (p. 324)
SUBJECT Dysfunctional families — United States.
SUBJECT Adult child abuse victims — United States.
SUBJECT Codependency — United States.
SUBJECT Abusive parents — United States.
ALT AUTHOR Buck, Craig.
ISBN/ISSN 0553381407 (pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 0553284347 (pbk.)

CALL # 616.869 B3696c 1992.
AUTHOR Beattie, Melody.
TITLE Codependent no more : how to stop controlling others and start caring for yourself / Melody Beattie.
EDITION 2nd ed.
IMPRINT [Center City, MN] : Hazelden, 1992.
DESCRIPT 250 p. ; 21 cm.
ISBN/ISSN 0894864025 (pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 9780874864025 (pbk.)

CALL # 362.29 F9117a.
AUTHOR Friel, John C., 1947-
TITLE An adult child’s guide to what is “normal” / John C. Friel, Linda D. Friel.
IMPRINT Deerfield Beach, Fla. : Health Communications, c1990.
DESCRIPT xiv, 245 p. : ill. ; 22 cm.
SUBJECT Adult children of alcoholics — Rehabilitation.
SUBJECT Adult children of narcotic addicts — Rehabilitation.
SUBJECT Adult children of dysfunctional families — Rehabilitation.
SUBJECT Alcoholics rehabilitation.
ALT AUTHOR Friel, Linda D.
ADD TITLE Dysfunctional families.
ISBN/ISSN 1558740902.

CALL # 158.2 S877d.
AUTHOR Stone, Douglas.
TITLE Difficult conversations : how to discuss what matters most / Douglas Stone, Bruce Patton, Sheila Heen.
IMPRINT New York : Viking, 1999.
DESCRIPT 250 p. ; 24 cm.
SUBJECT Interpersonal communication.
ALT AUTHOR Patton, Bruce.
ALT AUTHOR Heen, Sheila.
ISBN/ISSN 014028852X (Penguin pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 0670883395.

CALL # 248.4 C6471b.
AUTHOR Cloud, Henry.
TITLE Boundaries : when to say yes, when to say no to take control of your life / Henry Cloud, John Townsend.
IMPRINT Grand Rapids, Mich. : Zondervan Pub. House, c1992.
DESCRIPT 304 p. ; 24 cm.
NOTE Includes bibliographical references (p. 297-298) and index.
SUBJECT Conduct of life.
SUBJECT Christian life.
SUBJECT Interpersonal relations — Religious aspects — Christianity.
ALT AUTHOR Townsend, John Sims, 1952-
ISBN/ISSN 9780310247456 (trade pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 0310247454 (trade pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 0310585902.

Remember, it isn’t your fault that your family was crazy. That was their choice. What they did to you wasn’t right. You have a way out of this place where you feel stuck.

These are other books on the same subject that look interesting, but I haven’t read yet.

CALL # 158.1 T341i.
AUTHOR Tessina, Tina B.
TITLE It ends with you : grow up and out of dysfunction / by Tina B. Tessina.
IMPRINT Franklin Lakes, NJ : New Page Books, c2003.
DESCRIPT 224 p. ; 24 cm.
NOTE Includes bibliographical references (p. 209) and index.
ISBN/ISSN 1564146499 (cloth)

CALL # 248.86 W7532r.
AUTHOR Wilson, Sandra D., 1938-
TITLE Released from shame : recovery for adult children of dysfunctional families / Sandra D. Wilson.
IMPRINT Downers Grove, Ill. : InterVarsity Press, c1990.
DESCRIPT 201 p. ; 21 cm.
SERIES People helper books.
NOTE Includes bibliographical references (p. [197]-201)
SUBJECT Adult children of dysfunctional families — United States —
Religious life.
SUBJECT Adult children of dysfunctional families — United States —
Pastoral counseling of.
SUBJECT Christian life.
ISBN/ISSN 0830816011 (pbk.) :

CALL # 362.292 B398.
TITLE Becoming your own parent : the solution for adult children of alcoholic and other dysfunctional families / [edited by] Dennis
Wholey.
EDITION 1st ed.
IMPRINT New York : Doubleday, 1988.
DESCRIPT 285 p. ; 25 cm.
ALT AUTHOR Wholey, Dennis, 1937-

CALL # 616.85822 F2343a.
AUTHOR Farmer, Steven.
TITLE Adult children of abusive parents : a healing program for those who have been physically, sexually, or emotionally abused / Steven Farmer.
EDITION 1st Ballantine Books ed.
IMPRINT New York : Ballantine, 1990, c1989.
DESCRIPT xvi, 207 p. ; 24 cm.
NOTE Include bibliographical references (p. [195]-1960 and index.
NOTE Includes index.
SUBJECT Adult child abuse victims — Mental health.
ADD TITLE Abusive parents.
ISBN/ISSN 0345363884 (pbk.)
ISBN/ISSN 9780345363886 (pbk.)

CALL # 158.1 L21t.
AUTHOR LaMar, Donna F.
TITLE Transcending turmoil : survivors of dysfunctional families / Donna F. LaMar.
IMPRINT New York : Plenum Press, c1992.
DESCRIPT xiv, 299 p. ; 22 cm.

NOTE “Insight books.”
NOTE Includes bibliographical references (p. 267-289) and index.

CALL # 158 W86r.
AUTHOR Wolin, Steven J.
TITLE The resilient self : how survivors of troubled families rise above adversity / Steven J. Wolin and Sybil Wolin.
EDITION 1st ed.
IMPRINT New York : Villard Books, 1992.
DESCRIPT xiv, 238 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.
NOTE Pain and opportunity — The challenge of the troubled family —
To name the damage is to conquer it — Reframing: how to resist
the victim’s trap — Seven resiliencies — Insight: forewarned
is forearmed — Independence: a delicate negotiation —
Relationships: the search for love — Initiative: the pleasure
in problems — Creativity: nothing into something — Humor:
something into nothing — Morality: holiness in an unholy
world.

Want more? Look up the subjects of “dysfunctional families”, “codependency,” “adult children of dysfunctional families”, “adult child abuse victims” “Adult children of dysfunctional families – Rehabilitation”