Mentor & Founder
I'm a survivor of narcissistic abuse and chronic childhood emotional neglect. I've walked the path of loneliness, being haunted by the shame that never seemed to end, chasing love that no one ever seemed to be able to give me.
My childhood home was riddled with verbal abuse, violent fights, silence and denial, and gaslighting. Emotions were not allowed. Obedience equaled love. Complaining was sin.
Deeper than that was the emotional neglect. There were only two appropriate emotions: Sorrow for your mistakes and Happiness. Anything else meant something was "wrong" with me.
This created highly tuned abilities in me to anticipate peoples' reactions, plan around them, and please them. I also became deeply skilled in avoiding myself, shaming myself, and discarding myself.
TRIGGER WARNING - ABUSE AHEAD
Taken from a post in HEAL & THRIVE:
"Many of you know my mother died when I was a child from brain cancer. Many of you don't know that she labeled me a sexual pervert at the age of 6 and publicly humiliated me in front of girls by making me wear a sign that apologized for my perversions at the age of 8 when I was accused by a babysitter of touching her inappropriately (something I do not recall doing, but will accept I did accidentally when she was tickling me earlier that evening).
This compounded much earlier abuse where I was groomed and molested by a teenage babysitter (I was 4 at this time). During that same time of the molestation, I had "friends" that would take me into a nearby grove of trees, undress and touch themselves. When I would react to it physically, they would mock, humiliate, and laugh at me, calling me a pervert. This same group of "Friends" would routinely tell other neighborhood girls I wanted to have sex with them, then tell me she wanted to have sex with me, and then stick us in a closet together where we were both terrified of each other.
I became highly sexually curious because of the "Friends" abuse and the teenager molesting me. This led me to playing doctor on my sister and when my mother found us doing that, she labeled me a pervert.
I continued to share my curiosity with my mother by pointing out developing girls and asking questions. She responded by educating me about the body and puberty and all that, but she also started to withdraw herself from me. I recall hugs, being held, and a sense of warmth from her becoming less and less. I can only recall a few times where I was held. I can strongly recall the ache to be touched and comforted and how many times that didn't happen.
During this time, school life was full of being bullied, mocked by those "friends", and being manipulated because I was naive. This shaped my social identity and led me into years of feeling harmful, disgusting, and unwanted.
After my mother made me wear the sign and apologize to the babysitter in front of her family and my friends, she and I had a tenuous relationship. Then she died.
Sexually, I was still very curious and had experimented with some willing friends. But we kept that very secret.
Then came puberty and the religious shaming. At age 11 I was taught that sex is harmful and bad. That girls do not want sex. ANd that boys pressure them to have it.
At age 12 I was taught that sexual desire was both filthy and a horrid sin.
At age 14 I was taught that sexual desire towards a girl was RAPE. By this point, I'd "raped" nearly every girl I knew because hormones.
It was at this point I began to ponder removing my genitals. It was also during this time my step-mother's war against my stubborn, Aries-driven personality was won. I gave up me.
I gave up grieving for my dead mother that my father didn't give a shit about. I gave up believing I'd ever be protected from my step-mother's verbal and emotional abuse. I was alone.
Middle school was where I learned that my attraction towards girls was "gay" and "disgusting" and that I deserved to be physically threatened, bullied, have my property destroyed, and to be laughed at as the "awkward gay boy". I decided I was truly a harmful, terrible creature.
I never dated girls I was attracted to until I was 32. I never had a relationship driven from love until that age. I didn't feel a sense of belonging until I was 36. I still struggle with the idea that a woman I am attracted to would really want me or like me as I am.
How I socialize now is entirely a result of my effort to heal. I'll never be what others are that way, although I dream of being the guy that women are drawn to because "I'm that guy". I'd like to feel desired and see it.
I have hopes for my relationship future, finding honest love and a vibrant bond with someone I really like and that likes me. But I have little experience with that so I navigate it as best I know how.
At least now I am able to talk with women without feeling panic. I freeze when women show interest because I don't know how to navigate attention well yet. I am learning as I keep myself in the moment and use Embodiment tools to help me acclimate to it.
I've been fortunate. I've had success in certain areas of life that have helped me heal and prosper. My abuse has helped me build a solid system that has helped others recover and go on to do massive things in their lives. Sadly, some haven't succeeded, but I have learned from that too.
What's made the difference for me is letting go of what I think I should be and forging a me that can show up and succeed in some manner. I still have my ideal and my should, but I am also seeing that I am getting better at socialization and interaction.
So, one may never be "normal", but one can still achieve a measure of success for themselves and with persistence, possibly more than they ever imagined (like I have so far for myself).
Don't assume you know your potential. Go for it anyway. You may surprise yourself."
to me until I started seeing how other parents treated their children. I saw homes where the parents listened to their children, respected what the felt, and even played with them.
That was huge to me. Their parents were interested in who their children were, not just in what their children did that pleased them. The kids could express themselves without anxiety and expressed so much more happiness than I could relate to.
As I grew into a teenager and moved out of the house, I began to get hints that I was missing something critical in my upbringing. I really struggled with intimacy and love. Love was scary to me, and connection with others felt deeply threatening and overwhelming. I thought that was all normal until I started seeing how my friends felt safe and secure with love and with sharing it and expressing it.
This rocked my world as I began giving myself permission to see if my parents were actually a problem. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't the problem, but how I was raised.
This is where I began to discover what codependency really is, how narcissistic abuse happens, and how a survivor can come to know who they really are and live from that in love.
I remember when I learned this in my first few weeks working with my first mentor, Robert Woo Du-an. "We don't fix emotions or people."
This blew my mind. "My feelings didn't need fixing?", I thought to myself.
This question started a burning curiosity in me that is a raging fire of discovery today. I wanted to know how one heals it if isn't about fixing.
This taught me some crucial truths about healing codependency and abuse that I found (and continue to find) missing from mainstream therapies.
These truths started to teach me how to navigate the territory of healing and thriving.
You see, most therapy uses a map and tries to help you walk up a mountain with it. This is akin to a blind person teaching you how to drive.
But when you work with an experience driver who knows the experience of driving, you get expert skills and insight into driving.
The same applies to healing. My work with Robert began to show me why past therapists, books, and courses had not worked. They were using a map with no experience of the territory. This inspired me to master the territory.
Then I did.
Robert Woo Du-an asked me this question a few months into our work together. I was making quick progress and mastery of the tools and my own growth. I was also intrigued, but concerned. I wasn't a therapist. I wasn't traditionally qualified to be helping others. I was, though, drawn to help others have what I was getting: healing and relief.
I could see how people were suffering in therapy, lost in their own pain, and coping. Just like I had for over 20 years. So I said yes to that question.
That began my mentoring profession. I quit my IT administration job of 5 years and stepped into the field of assisting survivors in their healing.
This is a question I've asked myself several times over the past decade of mentoring others in their healing. It's a question that lingers because I take my work and your healing seriously and responsibly. I want you to have tools and processes that work and for you to experience the healing you deserve.
I don't have a degree in psychology. I'm not trained as a therapist. I'm not certified from a life coach school.
Yes, I have training. But more than that, what I teach GETS RESULTS. Isn't that what you're here for?
I am trained in shamanic-based emotional healing practices (including mindfulness, inner child work, and identity retrieval). I have training in EFT and the Sedona Method. I am also trained in relationship fundamentals. Training in codependency and narcissism and trauma bonding.
This training is a total of 4 years of dedicated work and 6 years of on-going education through workshops and study. I trained under Robert Woo Du-an (www.sevenhawks.com) and Robert Bilton (retired relationship therapist in Manitoba, Canada).
I learned a variety of skills, including:
Here's A Breakdown of My Training With Robert Woo Du-An (January 2008 - January 2010):
Here's My Training with Robert Bilton (August of 2008-January 2011):
Independent Training (Current):
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