For me, the Acon blog community was a refuge of last resort. My mother displays every cluster-B trait known to man. She has all the qualities of a dog except for loyalty. She is so far into the range of sociopathy that no one would challenge me on this. I don't need for her to be diagnosed by a professional. And the State of Texas would be the first to agree.
Her pressure cooker of dysfunction boiled over so ruinously that I was forced to look out side my bubble of denial for answers. When I did, I found this community of like minded people.
At first I was content with forums and contributing to the blogs of others. But inevitably someone would say something to somebody about something else and things would go to places that made no one happy.
Much like growing up.
I had enough of this at home. Chaos for the sake of chaos, and no resolution in sight.
So I decide to create my own space. People could agree. People could disagree. And as much as I despise a mod tight site, the option to censure is my own.
It will never cease to amaze me the humanity I find among the brow beaten. When our oppressors cite their own abuse as an excuse to palm abuse on others.
It's is a testament to the durability of the human spirit. It is a testament to the hope that the better ones among us can band together to be the light that outshines their darkness.
The numbers are on our side. We just have to get the word out and give people a voice.
Personality disordered people are all over. But so are we.
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Est. August 2011