The stalker? The narcissist? The manipulator Why are they rejecting me all the time!
The drama fest has started. Someone’s mad at me for something. But what have I done, or supposed to have done this time? Sam thinks, as she receives a message on facebook. Opening it, she sighs as it’s yet another message about the police and stalking, or manipulating someone. How do I stalk people? She asks herself, getting panicky this time, because she knows that this person might just go ahead with their plan. I need to stop them, she thinks. Answering the message, she continues to get even more wound up and angry about things. But what have I done? Why are all these people saying all this crap? She thinks. She looks at the messages again, and still can’t figure out what it is, she’s supposed to have done wrong this time. They’re just nasty bullies, she thinks to herself. I’m not in the wrong. After texting the person back, with a load of verbal abuse, stating how they’re in the wrong and not her, she puts her phone down, then goes on her blog page on facebook. (This page in question has now been removed) She looks at the stream of nasty comments flowing in about her. I wish they’d just shut up, she thinks. Still, trying to process what this particular person has said, she sits down to read it again but all she can think about, is whether they’re going to the police or not. She sits there in tears, wondering this time, how can I save this friendship? But then she has to accept the reality. It’s a 3 year long friendship, that cannot be saved, because of your actions. but she can’t accept it. Feeling even more annoyed and angry, she goes to reply to the person again. By this time, they have blocked her. Deciding they will not get away with that, she finds them on twitter and messages them on there instead. Again, they block her on that. She continues to find them on both instergram and facebook, via another account she has. This usually by now, would be classed as harassment/stalking. But this sam, the volatile one, doesn’t want to accept she’s in the wrong. AFTER getting nowhere, she goes on her facebook blog page and replies to them on there instead. They’ll have to answer her on there, surely. Perhaps I can mend things. She thinks. Sadly, though, it isn’t meant to be. Again, Sam, Another friendship you’ve wrecked because of your actions. “Here’s the part I do understand. That is a part of the old Samantha I do kind of get. Yes, I tend to repeat the same mistakes, because of my brain injury. But the question I’ve always asked myself, particularly now, is: Where does this volatile and nasty person originate. Why is the switch in my brain flicked so fast I can’t stop it? Why do I just flip within seconds of being told something? Why does it take a week or more to tryand calm it down? What is this thing? I am now going to ask my neuro if they can refer me to a neuropsychologist, as I would like to try and understand it more. Perhaps then, I can stop the switch getting flicked before it starts and save many more friendships. ?