Defective Mind Platelets: A treatise on awareness of abuse.

In the trauma induced inurement of the inconspicuous tendons of noetic faculty, rendered defective by augmented oppression, there may be a sense of qualm, which impedes the subject from recourse and healthy vulnerability. The question of the protective victim, is not to be misconstrued as masochism, for the dynamic itself, is not a putative abstraction of naive psychopathology, but rather a more gruesome tethering of the subliminal. The abuse itself, must derive its necrotic career, from the silence of isolation, in order to audibly influence the individual, to those malicious hyperboles of self loathing. The victim is not mistreated, in the early course of abuse, but rather the more subtle currents of negative affirmation, are installed, without the accountability of ostensible misconduct. If there is any fallibility in the artifice of our abuser, the perception of the victim must be attributed to some contrived tangent of rhetoric, denoting pathetic incompetence, or insanity. The gambit of control is profound albeit clandestine, but first this undesignated abuser must form a leverage of purveyance, either through materialism or emotional validation. A misguided notion that some may have is that, the 'villain' unconditionally repudiates the needs of the victim, but this is not, dare I say, intelligent. The abuser is always conscious, and fixated, on the victim's needs to the point of exceeding boundaries, so that there is some functional arsenal that can sustain their loyalty and devotion. Manipulation cannot archive its purpose, if the subject has no plausible anchor of indispensable significance, from which they can yield, the very esteem of another unto their favor, and the bird of prey is always KEEN. The abuser may even enjoin their counterpart to relinquish themselves from any duty that conduces personal worth, so that the volume of authority has no juxtaposition, and the necessity of isolation is accomplished. Why is the victim then protective? From my comprehension, the quintessential case of this 'complex' is rooted in fear, fear of shame, of loss, and independence. The abuser usually portrays the world as a place full of devils, much worse than he, as a way to negate accountability and enflesh their behavior with the narcissistic philosophy of training a conditionally capable vessel, to withstand the harsh of life while, refuting adamantly any need to suffice a mutual, rudimentary, rapport with the subject. He only applauds the initiative of abidance without vulnerability, so that the ethical responsibility of the human, is substituted voluminously, with the myopic caprice of malicious projection. Soon enough, the abuser becomes a conduit, of deep seated, misguided discontentment, and misery superinduced by former years, of abasement, neglect, control, disguised as LOVE.