tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24689254106223010082024-02-09T03:27:52.520+11:00Love and Limerence --The dynamics of romantic loveWhat is love? To experience full blown romantic love is perhaps the most exhilarating, ecstatic and euphoric experience we could possibly have. It is so captivating, so powerful and so enticing that we are simply compelled headlong into the most delightful, delirious and disturbing emotions imaginable. The wounds of romantic love are as intense as its blissfulness. It can be truly an experience of agony and ecstasy, and invariably is!23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-59135198840750681142017-01-21T14:24:00.000+11:002017-01-21T14:26:58.478+11:00I feel like I'm losing my mind - the turmoil of limerence and love<b><span style="color: blue;">A Reader's story - </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">Male 36 Years </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">USA </span></b><br />
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"I feel like I'm losing my mind.. my LO ""broke up"" with me about 3 months ago. We had an intense physical and emotional affair. We are both married with children and used to work together and no longer do. I moved on to another job. I was semi-happy when she dumped me because the double life was hard, lots of sneaking around but I would have left my family for her is she asked for it. We talked many times about being together but came to realize it was impossible.<br />
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I need this feeling to end. I am a mess, I cry all the time.. I want to be over her so bad but can't. i feel like I broke myself and now don't know how to fix me. I think about her every minutes of the day.. I feel bad for my wife and kids. Why can't I just move on.. I have fleeting moments where I feel better and hops its the start of recovering and then 10 minutes later I'm crying because I miss her so much. I read this can last 3 years on average.. I can't bear another day of this. I am in hell.
"23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-13383877022809027392016-12-16T10:53:00.003+11:002016-12-17T13:43:01.800+11:00Looking for Love - overcoming childhood trauma - a pathway of limerence<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Looking for Love - overcoming childhood trauma - a pathway of limerence</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b><i style="background-color: white;">A reader's experience<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Female <br />Age:36 - 45<br />United States</span></i></b></span><br />
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<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;">Around third grade I began to experience "crushes" on boys.</span></span><br />
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span>
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"> I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted.</span></span><br />
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span>
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"> I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. </span></span><br />
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span>
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;">I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. </span></span><br />
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span>
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;">They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love.</span></span><br />
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span>
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"> I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.<br /><br />These limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.<br /><br />I used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. </span></span><br />
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></span>
<span data-sheets-userformat="{"2":513,"3":{"1":0},"12":0}" data-sheets-value="{"1":2,"2":"Around third grade I began to experience \"crushes\" on boys. I fantasized about them saving me, protecting me, even weeping for me as I lay dying. I remember thinking my boy crushes would love me; that they would complete me, and finally I would feel the love I had always wanted. I know now that I didn't feel loved or wanted as a child. I don't have memories of my mother comforting me. She didn't hug me or hold my hand. I do remember the violence in my home - my father was unpredictable and would lash out, often beating us violently. I remember passing out and waking up to find him still beating me. They told me that I belonged in the family and that therefore I was loved, that I should be grateful for being housed and fed and that meant love, but I don't believe I experienced or felt love. I often turned to teachers (usually male but sometimes female) to fill the void of a positive adult figure. If anyone gave me the slightest nod of positive attention, I worshiped him or her and soon after, the fantasies would start. I imagined I was the most important person to them. That they would do anything for me. That I meant so much to them.\n\nThese limerence fantasies ended for me after I sought therapy for trauma recovery, and after I cut ties with my parents completely. Through therapy, I also uncovered memories of sexual abuse by my father, in addition to the traumatic memories of physical violence. I began to understand the emotional and mental abuse I had gone through, as well, and that my upbringing was not healthy and positive.\n\nI used to feel badly and wonder if something was wrong with me - my nature - for the obsessive crushes, especially as I got older and I began to act upon them by calling my crush, reading into his words too deeply, stalking him on the Internet. I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.\n\nI'm so glad I finally went to therapy."}" style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , "sans" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="color: #666666;">I forgive myself for these behaviors now; I know they stemmed from the lack of attachment in my childhood, and from the trauma of abuse.<br /><br />I'm so glad I finally went to therapy.</span></span>23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-16464367818200654242016-10-13T13:52:00.001+11:002016-12-17T13:45:48.772+11:00Overwhelming love<span style="color: blue; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12.8px;"><b><i>A Reader's honest story. </i></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">That I felt I had a special link, that time spent away from her was time wasted. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">I also loved and valued my family, did not want to hurt them, did not want to “upset the boat” .</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">I was struggling with both the overwhelming love and need for this other woman (LO) and the inability to think about the consequences. My rational mind knew I was being a “fool” but I also knew that LO was my soul mate, they were meant to be, LO was truly my significant other. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, I didn’t want to stop. Everything reminded me of our unique bond.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;"> As time went on I frequently wept to lessen my emotional pain.I had gotten to the point where I was desperate to move on and get back to being what I call “normal” again, to feel on an even level and not on an insane roller-coaster of emotions and thoughts. In my case, the humiliation I felt when I overheard some nasty comments from LO, and my sudden fear my behavior was making me notorious and a butt for unflattering jokes were helpful in supporting my desire to be free of LO and limerence. In fact, I felt deeply ashamed, appalled at what I might have done and might have gone on to do, desperate to escape from the whole situation, and very afraid that my family and friends might have gotten an idea of what went on. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">Actually, very little had gone on in one sense. I had smartened up, taken to spending more time in Whatsapp as LO seemed to be there more frequently.I had started sending messages to her through Wapp.I described how beautiful and glamorous she was, and how I have never felt anything like this before.The girl was seeming to like these things.I was in euphoric stage for quite few days.Life's major problems did not matter for me at all during those seven days .In fact they were pushed to the back ground.I had a new found energy within me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">Only her and thoughts about her preoccupied my whole being.I was in the cloud nine- the walking in the air stage.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">The otherwise recluse LO Began to send me letter, sometimes praising my English and sometimes praising my pranks and lively jokes.I thought the limerence was mutual.She visited my room frequently.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">Then the girl begun avoiding me like a leper.I was now alternating between seeming paralyzed with fear and being hysterically afraid of being exposed, all the time with the limerent thoughts darting in like arrows of fire to sear my being with false hopes. Slowly,I tried to regain my emotional composure. I made myself avoid places and situations where LO was likely to be, and while this seemed impossible initially, it did, over many months, become easier. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">Still not fully recovered yet.I couldn’t believe what I had experienced. I felt humiliated, felt deeply bereaved and angry that she had not been the soul mate I had believed. I had tried to bargain with a god in whom I did not believe that LO and me could become true friends, with no limerence. Then I felt apathetic: what was the point of working, talking, being alive when I had lost the most significant person in my life? I struggled for a year and half ?Then I felt I am beginning to get relief.That relief does not last, but it returns and as time went on, the relief lasted longer and occurred more frequently. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;">Two years on from our first meeting, I seem to back to being in balance with my world—family, work and leisure. But problem still persists.I get mad if I don't see her for once in 2 or 3 days.Though I am recovering,I see my LO- still not ex-LO -as the embers of a small fire, just enough warmth left to give an occasional tiny bit of discomfort, and even this will probably fade more with time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-size: 12.8px;"> I see myself as “older, a bit wiser, a lot more aware and careful”, but also not totally regretting the amazing emotional highs and inspiration I have experienced.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> </span>23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-10484205724828026452014-04-02T18:44:00.000+11:002014-04-03T23:42:16.100+11:00Is infatuation a common experience when falling in love?<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I just can't get him out of my mind. I think of him all the time. Every waking moment of my day is spent dreaming about him. My whole life is built around his existence! Everything about him preoccupies my thoughts. He totally consumes my every waking moment."</span></i><br />
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This is not an uncommon experience for many people, particularly in the 'early days' of falling in love. The journey of romantic love in the first flush of attraction is filled with the most sublime, agonizing and intense thoughts and feelings imaginable.</span><br />
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The infatuation pathway we find ourselves traversing is profoundly personal and both exhilarating and disturbing. Before we know it, we are catapulted headlong into an emotional frenzy which seems unstoppable, unmanageable and all consuming.</span><br />
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What causes this infatuation - this all consuming obsessive thinking and focus? What causes such intensity of emotion?</span><br />
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This is how one person described their experience.</span><br />
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<i>"I met him at friend's home. I was already in a relationship. But I knew from my previous experiences of infatuation, that I was always limerent vulnerable and limerent ready. It was his physical proximity and his open conversational vulnerability that linked us. He spoke in a way about his life that laid bare his defenselessness. His honesty had real integrity and transparency. He was unpretentiously authentic. </i></span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">His openness about his struggles and life journey so resonated within me that I instantly and emotionally connected with him and felt this deep yearning to be embraced by his understanding and empathetic words as well as his physical touch."</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>All this happened within minutes of meeting him. Unexpectedly, like a lightning strike, a bolt out of the blue! </i><i>I was hooked! </i></span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To experience such open authenticity gave me a pathway into his life where I felt safe and secure. That's what made him irresistible. His emotional exposure embraced my own vulnerabilities and I felt totally safe! I wanted to experience more."</span></i><br />
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Infatuation contains so many mixed emotions. We all invest so much of ourselves into what others may see as an irrational and unsustainable response when we become infatuated. Infatuation is such an individual experience, which is so captivating and consuming that we become totally mesmerized by the person who now becomes the focus of our inner world. </span><br />
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The agonizing power embedded in this transfixing experience reverberates throughout our whole being and we are rendered almost totally helpless as we often inadequately deal with many of the primal psychological forces now controlling our lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This experience is so primal, so primordial, so universal that when we enter into the realm of infatuation we are entering into the instinctual driving forces which have little to do with rational behaviour, and everything to do with basic instincts which are part of the fabric we share with the rest of humanity. We should never underestimate or ignore the primal drives which nature has invested us with, as part of our behavioural response necessary for the procreation of the species. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Attraction and infatuation are prescripted natural awakenings generated within us by the biological agendas which form part of the human fabric we all share. Their compelling power when ignited, create physiological and psychological responses in us which display primal agendas which seem so foreign and antithetical to the domesticated and respectable socialized agendas which are considered to be the normal and acceptable codes of behaviour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When deep attraction occurs and infatuation experienced, we are witnessing within ourselves a complex mixture of primal drives and psychological needs and desires. For some of us our needs and drives seem to collide and we are left totally overwhelmed by the intense feelings of sensuality, sexuality, exhilaration as well as emotions which create anxiety and a disturbing urgency for resolution. </span><br />
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In fact the existence of "infatuation" in our attraction-attachment kit, is what brings the opposite sexes (same sexes) together and is part of the arsenal nature uses to create initial responses along the pathway of bonding. </span><br />
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Added to the natural psychological and physiological forces of attraction/attachment within us, are the overlays of needs created within us by the personal life histories we have experienced from the moment of our birth. The authenticity of attraction/infatuation we experience so naturally, is 'flavoured' by the agendas we carry from childhood. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We interpret these experiences of attraction/infatuation through the prism of our personal life journeys.</span><br />
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Deep 'irrational' infatuation has a powerful and authentic natural instinct as well as an emotional agenda which is peculiarly unique for each of us, based on the life experiences we have encountered before "infatuation" obsesses us.</span><br />
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If you feel overpowered by in infatuation forces consuming your life, you are not alone. It is understanding and unraveling these forces which is so necessary to get our lives back into some form of equilibrium. </span><br />
<br />23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-55892733000136323162013-04-02T22:05:00.002+11:002013-04-03T21:11:00.450+11:00Falling Madly In Love - Limerence in full flight?She wrote: "I am madly in love with him! I am totally obsessed with him! He lives in my thoughts constantly, day and night. There is never a moment when he is not filling my mind. The only way I can describe how I feel is: 'I am madly in love with him'".<br />
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Are these feelings normal? Is this state of mind natural? Does everyone experience such intense romantic attraction when they "fall in love"? Have we literally gone "mad"?<br />
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The saying 'falling in love' already suggests that something happens to us, beyond our control, when these romantic "love feelings" stir within us. It is as if we are taken over by some force, which possesses us and creates feelings and thoughts that totally consume our lives. We become totally absorbed by the presence of this person, and our entire lives are overwhelmed by the intensity of feelings we are now experiencing.<br />
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The relatively new term "limerence" is used to describe a "state of being in love" which creates scenarios in our lives which make our love lives almost unbearable and at times unmanageable. The pathway of limerent love, although similar to romantic love, can ultimately become destructive and intolerable.<br />
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The real difficulty of super-charged or over-charged love is its uncontrollable intensity. Rather than being simply captivated by the person to whom we feel attracted, we are captured and controlled by our own overwhelming intense feelings and thoughts. Our equilibrium is disturbed. Rather than enjoying the awakening of sublime romantic feelings, we find ourselves at the mercy of a myriad of unwanted emotions which make us anxious, uncertain, insecure, fearful and on 'knife-edge'.<br />
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It seems the more madly we fall in love, the more unsettled we feel. In many ways we enter into the unexpected experience of "grieving love" or "anxious love"! Rather than having sublime feelings we end up with sorrowfulness and uncontrollable anxiety.. Once that happens, it is the sorrow and anxiety which takes us over, and the deeper they are, the more intense and urgent is the need to have them soothed. Love offers us hope. Romantic love seems to promise us the potency of sublime feelings, deep pleasure and happiness.<br />
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If we have deeper sorrowfulness and anxiety embedded in us as the result of early childhood experiences, where our loving attachments to our parents were compromised or destroyed, we are more vulnerable to massive disappointments when we discover how romantic attraction later in our lives fails to deliver the really loving and nurturing relationship we need.<br />
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This is particularly true when the person of our heart's desire doesn't feel the same about us, and acts indifferently towards us and worst of all, rejects us. Romantic love thrives on reciprocation. When each of us feels similarly and we both respond openly and enthusiastically to each other's love-interests and advances, mutual attraction becomes all-embracing joyful attachment.<br />
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Grieving love occurs when our deep feelings for love get in touch with even deeper feelings within us of sadness and loss. Deeper than the promise of pleasure we hope for in romantic love, we, instead, experience within ourselves a much deeper sense of sorrowfulness and anxiousness. This unexpected and largely unknown discovery, can catapult us into believing that somehow the person to whom we are "romantically attracted" has the potential to make us feel happy and secure and will hopefully ameliorate the deeper layers of sadness and anxiety at the heart of our being.<br />
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We become "limerent" when we overly express in all sorts of ways, our dependence on our potential lover to meet, match and manage our deeper need for "soothing security" which is due to insecurities and sorrows often left over from our childhood.<br />
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Limerence helps describe and explain the nature of this type of emotionally super-charged love. It attempts to explain what happens to us when we "fall madly in love" under such circumstances. It also describes the ways we find ourselves behaving when we encounter these strangely intense, unwanted and intrusive feelings. Limerence can offer us insight into ourselves which may help us to live with more awareness of our deeper agendas and therefore better equipped to traverse the journeys of romantic attraction with all their potentialities and pitfalls .<br />
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When limerence occurs we may feel our love is contaminated by a whole array of unwanted emotions which invade our lives and leave us feeling like victims in distress rather than lovers celebrating a joyful relationship.<br />
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<br />23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-13806633153901010482013-02-21T11:47:00.001+11:002013-02-22T17:19:17.534+11:00Is romantic love different to limerence?The words "Limerence" and "Romance" are not necessarily interchangeable but they are definitely related. The word 'romance' has been in the love lexicon for centuries and is well known and accepted as a legitimate expression of love or 'being in love'.<br />
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Romantic love is used to describe the intense feelings which develop between people as part of the attachment and attraction each person has for the other. These romantic feelings are usually most intense when the initial attraction occurs and are usually sensual, pleasurable and exciting when expressed in a happy and safe and "approved" environment.<br />
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This romantic attraction may last for months or years, and may be not even be expressed openly, but may be hidden from the person of our desires. Having a 'crush' on someone, or being attracted to another person is not uncommon, even when already in a relationship.<br />
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So is there any difference between romantic love and 'limerence' when we first 'fall in love' or experience a real attraction to someone?<br />
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Although 'attraction" is a universal occurrence nevertheless we all experience it very personally within our own feelings and thoughts. It is essentially a deeply private awakening which manifests itself psychologically and physiologically in ways which have a familiarity for us all.<br />
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In other words there are patterns of behaviour which occur across most of our lives, although the expressions of our behaviour will be determined by our culture, our upbringing, our circumstances , our values and beliefs and so on.<br />
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How we act out our attraction will depend on many things. It is largely decided by what we feel we have <u>permission</u> to do and what we feel we are <u>prohibited</u> from doing with these awakening sensations. We will explore in future blogs what is means to have "permission" and "prohibition" in our lives.<br />
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Most of us deal with our attraction according to the conventions and expectations of our society and people around us. The rules of romance are still in place as Jane Austin's "Pride and Prejudice" witnessed for her era.<br />
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Limerence occurs when we feel this romantic attraction very very intensely. As the level of intensity increases so does the depth of limerent feelings increase. The feelings are normal, it is the intensity of them which becomes the issue for us.<br />
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Limerence can be described as over-charged or super-charged romantic love.<br />
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What we will explore in future blogs are the reasons for this intensity, how these feelings manifest themselves, how they influence our behaviour and what strategies we can use to help "control" our feelings and responses.<br />
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<br />23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-4124807620533226372013-02-07T12:02:00.003+11:002013-02-07T13:22:24.146+11:00Limerence or Love? Emotional dependencyMany people who "fall madly in love" experience lots of intense feelings and awakenings. In fact, most of us during the early phase of romance experience an heightened awareness at all levels of our lives. But falling in love is essentially an emotional experience which for many can be so intense and 'out of control' that we feel we are going crazy.<br />
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This emotional intensity for many people when experienced for the first time is brand new territory or uncharted waters. Deep within our emotions are feelings we may have never encountered before. The sheer intensity of the attraction we have for the 'other person' can be sensationally ecstatic or deeply disturbing, depending on our circumstances and our individual life journey at the time.<br />
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For many of us, our emotional needs can be almost insatiable, and our dependence on the other person to meet those needs can be overwhelming for both of us. Usually when emotional dependency occurs with such intensity, there are underlying reasons which have very little to do with the person to whom we are romantically attracted.<br />
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The deeper reasons for this may seem unfathomable . Why is this so? Because we are being pushed around by urges, desires and feelings which are often associated with insecurities and sense of abandonment we may well had experienced when just a small child many years ago!<br />
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Our childhood should have been a time when we felt secure in the generous and loving nurturing of our parents. The attachments we developed in our infancy needed to be dependable and secure. If this did not happen then our sense of abandonment with all those underlying insecurities, would cause us to be gripped with unresolved fears and intense anxieties, all needing to be ameliorated and tenderly nurtured and healed.<br />
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No wonder our early life experiences of abandonment are expressed so urgently as emotional dependency in our adult life. Inside of us lives a very frightened child who needs to feel secure and loved. The person to whom we feel romantically attached awakens our unresolved emotional fears and we begin to depend on them to help us feel better.<br />
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The child's need to be securely loved when not met, become the adult's desire to have this pain soothed by our new found love. Secure love is the basis of a healthy child's development. If that didn't happen in our early life then our adult relationships will be filled with the unfulfilled longings of a distraught child. Any child is dependent on nurturing caring parents for love. That dependence still remains within us because we didn't receive it when we were young..<br />
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If you are feeling emotionally dependent in your relationships, you can be pretty certain there is a child inside of your life needing to receive extra attention!<br />
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<br />23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-64713892999672543842013-01-25T11:02:00.002+11:002013-01-25T11:17:32.545+11:00Limerence - Living with obsessive thoughtsThe word "Limerence" is used to describe how we feel when we are 'madly in love'.<br />
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It is not unusual or abnormal. In fact, it is universal.<br />
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However it does have a surprising intensity which may cause our thoughts to be totally obsessed with the person who becomes the focus of all our thinking.<br />
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We are all attracted to other people, whether they be of the opposite sex or the same sex. Attraction is natural and important in forming friendships and relationships. The word "chemistry" is often used to describe that special attraction we feel for some people.<br />
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In fact, if we don't feel 'some chemistry' occurring between us, attraction can fade pretty quickly. But when attraction does occur, the chemistry in our bodies literally changes and we become 'switched on'.<br />
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Now some of us stayed so 'switched on' that we have no off button, and we become totally obsessed with the person who becomes the focus of our infatuation. We just can't get them out of our minds. All our thoughts are built around them and we develop an acute inner longing for them.<br />
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A woman described it this way:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 15.989583969116211px; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">I've never been this way about anybody. I don't want to be this way about him. I become furious with myself because I can't make it stop - I have no control over it. I know I don't want to have anything to do with that man but I can't stop my thoughts about him. <br /><br />Since that eyes locked moment two years ago - we've interacted and I tried hard to keep my feet on the ground. He has made comments and his actions suggested that the feelings were reciprocal (I know I didn't imagine this). <br /><br />I actually wish he didn't - because then I could continue thinking that it was all only in my head. </span></i></span><br />
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A man described it this way:<br />
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"<i>The feelings of longing became so intense, that I just thought about her all the time. These were not just ordinary thoughts, like thinking about my friends. These were "super-charged" thoughts, loaded with intense feelings which were so strong my whole body felt possessed. There was a sense of heart-ache as my body longed to satisfy the intensity of the love-feeling I was experiencing.</i><br />
<i>The obsessive thoughts were based on the heightened awareness I was experiencing throughout my body.It felt like my whole body was thinking about her. Not just my mind but every nerve cell in my body. I was totally saturated and overwhelmed by her. I lived in a state of total distraction from which there was no escape, except into her arms."</i><br />
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Obsessive thoughts usually occur when we think or feel something is unresolved. We may not even know this initially. Maybe we experienced a deep loss when we were a child, which no one recognised and we were left wounded and in pain, needing to be loved and healed. But it didn't happen.<br />
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Then someone appears in our life who connects to us and who awakens the wounded feelings which we long to be healed. The possibility of 'love' and attention become so strong that our wounded heart, whether from a recent or old wound, seeks the most powerful remedy known: love.<br />
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That special person becomes the one to do this for us and we start to build all our hopes and dreams around them. The need is relentless and our focus becomes obsessive.<br />
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You are not alone. This is a universal experience for thousands of people!<br />
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23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-63486935942306745092013-01-22T19:40:00.003+11:002013-01-22T19:48:19.872+11:00Limerence -were you ready for this?<b><span style="font-size: large;">Were you ready for this?</span></b><br />
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Suddenly, unexpectedly, without warning you are thrown into this "crazy state" where you just can't get him (or her) out of your mind!<br />
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You feel elated, sensuous, charged up, suddenly alive...as if your a light bulb switched on. There is now someone in your life...a gorgeous guy, a beautiful girl who has awakened in your emotions and feelings you never knew existed.<br />
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You are literally "switched on"!!<br />
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<i><span style="color: red;"><b> Welcome to the state of "limerence".</b></span></i><br />
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Maybe a new place for you, but an old place in the story of romantic love. Thousands have been there already. You are not alone!<br />
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Read the poets,listen to the operas, hear the lyrics of the love songs.
It is now your turn. You are tuned in to something momentous, something exhilarating, something universal, something personal!<br />
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Maybe this is your first time you have ever felt like this: deliriously happy, exciting new energy, a sensuous awakening which has to be satisfied, ameliorated.<br />
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A thirst needing to be quenched, a desire needing to be fulfilled an addiction needing to be subdued.
You are not alone! All around you this is happening!<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><i><b>Limerence is everywhere.
</b></i></span>23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468925410622301008.post-49358772728900775202011-12-26T21:31:00.000+11:002011-12-26T21:31:14.226+11:00Agonizing bliss of union in romantic loveWhen we "fall in love", we slip into feelings of oneness and completeness with our beloved. This profound sense of unity and belonging gives us those deeply desired feelings of blissfulness as our heightened sense of passion finds its expression in each other's embrace.<br />
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But when we are separated from or lose our beloved, we plunge into emptiness and insufficiency like nothing we have ever known before. Others may observe this as the most pitiful derangemnent. The intense painful anguish and aching we feel can become so consuming that our lives are driven almost to despair.<br /><br />
This agonizing bliss of union in romantic love is the nature of this divine madness.<br />
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Its bliss enlivens us and its absence distresses us23http://www.blogger.com/profile/00582107110841256290noreply@blogger.com3