For today’s Mystery Monday, we’re going to talk about 11-year-old Riya Rajkumar, who was murdered in Brampton by her father, Roopesh Rajkumar, on Valentine’s Day (Feb. 14, 2019), which was also her and her mother, Priya Ramdin’s, birthday.
It’s been no secret that I’m currently enjoying Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers by Dr Karyl McBride.
Thanks to the holidays, I’ve only been able to make it through the first section, which helps you identify what the problems were in your family growing up.
But despite not being through the entire book yet, there was a concept that stuck out at me and I felt I needed to share it with you.
In the book, Dr. McBride talks about triangulation. Reading about it gave me an “Aha!” moment.
If you’re at risk of being tracked, open a browser tab in ‘private mode’ or ‘incognito.’ Right click on the link, and choose “Copy Link Address.” Paste the address into the private browser window.
I hate articles like this but, these are ways abusers track their victims. I’m sharing it simply so you are aware of ways you may be tracked.
Just remember, you’re not alone. There’s always hope. There’s help out there.
When I was 6-years-old, my dad tried to kill my mom in front of me.
I’m going to be honest with you, I’ve blocked out a lot of my childhood.
But there are key things that I will never forget.
My childhood memories play like a bad DVD.
There’s a clear “video” of a memory in my head, and then all of a sudden, the CD skips, and there’s a chunk of the story missing.
But, a lot of my life as a child was documented in police reports and court records so, I know the few memories I have are true.
As the story progresses, you’ll see why trauma caused me to suppress a lot of my memories and led to the delayed onset of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Continue reading “The Almost-Murder”
Ooh. I know this is going to rub my actual friends, who follow me on social media, in all the wrong ways. Before you get offended, read all the way through. Just saying…
I grew up in a cult.
There’s just no other way to put it.
It took me, well, until about now, to be able to even say that, because my religion was a huge part of my identity.
Those of us who were in it since birth, usually say, “I was born in ‘the church.'”
The organization was called The Worldwide Church of God (AKA WCG – you’ll see how funny these acronyms get as we go along; also, watch this video I’ve embedded, if you don’t want to read a dissertation on a cult that doesn’t exist anymore). Continue reading “I Grew Up In a Cult”
Rarely, do I meet people who conjure up ideas of a woman being the abuser, and the man being the victim, or worse — her child(ren).
We know child abuse happens. There are far too many cases of children dying at the hands of those who brought them into this world.
But I think we tend to think of the man as being the aggressor.
I’m not interested in sexism. That is not my point.
I think that the relationship between a mother and her child, especially a mother and her daughter, has long been painted as a sacred relationship. Continue reading “Narcissistic Parents & Emotional Abuse”