Narcistic Abuse Poem Article Statistics: What You Need to Know

In July 2009, I found myself in Rockford, seeking support after being in a toxic and abusive relationship. At the time, I was struggling to come to terms with my experiences and the emotional toll it had taken on me. During this dark period in my life, I turned to writing as a means of coping and healing.

The poem I am sharing with you tonight was written during that time, as I grappled with my feelings of pain, fear, and despair. That I was when diagnosed with C-PTSD (Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) - a condition that can develop after prolonged exposure to trauma, such as emotional or psychological abuse.

This poem is a raw and unfiltered expression of my emotions during that difficult time. It serves as a reminder of the healing power of poetry and the importance of seeking support during moments of darkness. I hope that by sharing my story, others who have experienced trauma may find solace in knowing that they are not alone.

Currently, there are only general estimates of how many people in the United States are in narcissistic relationships.

Sandra L. Brown, the founder of the Institute for Relational Harm Reduction and Public Pathology Education, wrote an article titled “60 Million Persons in the US Negatively Affected by Someone Else’s Pathology” that provides an estimate of the prevalence of this type of abuse.

In her article, Brown stated that about 1 in 25 people in the United States have some type of personality disorder, such as antisocial personality disorder.

At the time of her writing, Brown estimated the U.S. population to be about 304 million people. When divided by 25, that works out to over 12 million people who could have a personality disorder.

Based on these numbers, Brown estimates that if each of these people had approximately 5 partners or close relationships throughout their lifetime, over 60 million people might be affected by a narcissistic relationship.

Dear Lord, I Need Something to Believe In

Dear Lord, I stand here, holding a heart full of questions,
a canvas splashed with pain, love’s cruel rejections.
It’s a fragile faith I cling to, a thread pulled tight,
for every soul I cherish seems to vanish in the night.

Why does love dance like shadows,
a fleeting wisp in the breeze?
One moment, it blooms like spring,
the next, falls like autumn leaves.

I’ve tasted the bitterness of farewells,
I’ve learned the language of goodbyes,
men with their smooth words,
like honey, then sting like lies.

I whisper my hopes into the silence,
they flutter like butterflies of grace,
I dream of a partner, a co-pilot,
not just a fleeting face.

Someone to cradle my dreams,
to weave our futures, hand in hand,
to share in the laughter, the silence,
to build with me, together we’ll stand.

Dear Lord, will you guide me to him?
I’m weary and worn, but I still believe,
that somewhere beneath love’s shadow,
there’s a heart waiting, ready to cleave.

So grant me the patience, the strength to endure,
until fate leads me to the one,
I’ll keep my heart safe, a treasure secure,
for love, when it comes, will command the sun.