Gaslighting 💔 Difficult Questions

Difficult Questions –“Asking for a friend” — doing some research for a story

1. Can persons who, in their personal relationships, habitually, and with great cleverness, and feigned reasonableness “gaslight” EVER sincerely apologize and express true remorse?

2. Can charming and accomplished persons, who habitually “gaslight” in personal relationships, EVER, be trustworthy in personal relationships?

3. Can persons who chronically “gaslight” EVER acknowledge to themselves, or anyone else, what they are doing?

4. Is it possible for persons, who are comfortable with “gaslighting”, to resolve, with TRUE INTENT, to change their behavior patterns?

5. Can persons who “gaslight” EVER even WANT to change behavior?

Is there ANYTHING within a personal relationship that can curtail “gaslighting” or mitigate the damage?

Are any of the following feasible?
a. Choose neutral circumstances and talk, in an educational way, about gaslighting and consequences.
b. Whenever one becomes aware that gaslighting and/or deception is happening, call out the gaslighter.
c. Negotiate.
e. Seek professional counseling.
f. Give up and part ways, as much as possible.


Is there anyway to make GASLIGHTING not be, at all, rewarding to the gaslighter?

Most sources available, via the internet, suggest that {f. Give up and part ways, as much as possible.} is the only healthy scenario.

Sharon Rudd
©Bearspawprint 2019


Tom Hobson Winked

For my mother
To return,
I saw a man
Wearing a
Coon skin hat,
The coon tail
down his back.
That had been
A big coon,
Bigger than my dog.
The man was
All gnarled,
And appeared to
Have been formed
From tree branches
Rather than flesh.
He did not speak,
But passed by
In silence.
His shoeless feet
Grasping the ground
As would tree roots.
Each step secure
And permanent
Until in the instant
He moved on.
Just before
He disappeared
In the fog,
He turned
And looked directly
At me,
Then he grinned
And winked.
Bear … 12.28.2015

Down Home Truth Punctures Mountain Top Bump Onna Log Deities

It took a lifetime
But Bear carried
Her burden basket,
As asked,
To the top of the
Slick glass mountain
Only to be told by the
Smirking Mountain Top
Bump Onna Log Deities,
“You’ve got the wrong
Stuff in there.”
“Us Mountain Top
Bump Onna Log Deities told
You to collect
The second scavenger list
Of goodies to bring to us first.”
“Take all this
Valuable heavy
Stuff back down,
Dig a deep hole,
And throw everything
In the hole and bury it.”
“Then bring back this
Other buncha equally heavy
Doodads of no value,
That is really the first list.
Hahaha, hohoho, hehehe”
“Then go back down
Dig up this second list
Of valuable heavy stuff
And bring that stuff
Up here again,
So that we can reject it
In the right order.
Hahaha, hohoho, hehehe.”
Did the weary Bear drop
Her burden basket?
Oh no.
Bear threw it down!!
Jumped all over the
Burden basket
And its valuable and
Heavy contents.
Then Bear threw
As heavy and sharp
As spear heads,
Some honest
Down home truths,
And a few heart-felt
Curses, as well.
The Mountain Top
Bump Onna Log Deities
Laughed so hard they
Forgot to dodge
The harsh truth
And their hot air souls
Were punctured so that
They blurbbblububububed
Off the other
Side of the mountain
Like giant farting balloons.
The Mountain Top
Bump Onna Log Deities
Were never missed.
Except the local mayor
Did notice their absence
On voting day.
Sadly, however,
Bear’s burden basket
Was smashed to nothing.
It had been a fine
And useful basket.
The End
Bear … 09.15.2015

Mère de la Lumière And The Flight Of The Headless Bird .. Page 1

Mère de la Lumière And The Flight Of The Headless Bird .. Page 1
Bear … 04.11.2015
Held away from the
Awareness and memories
Of modern inhabitants in
Coinciding space were the
Eternal silvery cypress swamps
And mysterious black water,
Shinning as flowing rubies
In sunlight and as
Darker garnets in shadows,
At night coalescing
Into molten obsidian.
There were bottomless
Self cleansing sink holes
Perpetually reflecting
Shimmering moonlight,
And hidden limestone
Cenotes of pure water,
Blue subterranean rivers,
Pristine sandy bottomed
Creeks flowing with
Life and grace and beauty,
And ancient, sweet scented,
Flowering trees, bountiful
With seeds and fruits and nuts.
Here there also lived
A being manifest as
A glowing woman.
Her wondrous home
Was bordered by
Sunsets and beaches
Along glory filled seas.
Endless forests of
Singing Pines held aloft
Orchestras of stars,
Accompanied by soft
Undertone chanting
Of rustling palmettos.
Long lived guardians,
The Hardwoods of Remembrance
Whispered of truth sleeping
Cradled in living branches
While standing sentinel
Through evolving eons.
Mère de la Lumière
Had been born from
A starburst,
As Mother to her own
Grandmother, she was
Her own Mother’s Mother,
Her childhood became
The only repository of
Legend and history.
Magical transposition
Created a portal
To the self-forming
Genetic labyrinth
Of lost experiences
And unknowable memories.
Mère de la Lumière
Was named simultaneously
With her own self birth.
To be continued …