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Why do narcissists withhold affection?

A narcissist withholds affection (or sex) for a number of reasons

Please be aware that every narcissist or pwNPD is a bit different, but in my own experience and those of people close to me who were in relationships with narcissists or pwNPD, they withhold affection for the following reasons:

They feel or perceived that you did something wrong to offend them, accuse them, criticize them, blame them, question them, or anything that made them uncomfortable or put on the spot.

They are feeling bored and need to amp up the drama in the house so they withhold to make you freak out wondering what you did wrong, why they’re mad at you, why aren’t they attracted to you, are they losing interest in you, what can you do to win back their affection and make them want you and “desire” you and touch you again.

This plays right into their hands and makes them feel god-like as you bend over backwards to appease them, cater to them, stroke their feathers and “ooh” and “ahhh” over them.

They are talking to other women/men and getting attention and adoration outside of the relationship, so they are not as into you as they would be if you were currently their only option.

They haven’t withheld affection in a while and they notice you getting extra relaxed, content, happy, and almost giddy with your peppy positivity that is “you” but that they have worked so hard to snuff out.

This can’t happen so they need to remind you of your place and put you back there, which is walking on eggshells and not knowing where you stand with them at any given moment.

They are feeling down on themselves, in a particularly low mood and envious of the news of a friend or neighbor who got a new Tesla, bought a new boat or has been looking ripped from regularly working out, so they must make you feel like crap so they can feel better than someone.

They also haven’t liked how sexy you have been looking since you started running and toning up your tanned legs so they have to destroy that confidence you’re gaining by taking affection and sex away and acting like you are nothing.

Making you feel like they are repulsed by the thought of even sitting close to you to watch a movie.

Regardless of why the narcissist withholds affection, their goal in doing so is to cause a negative reaction in you, or to cause you to feel negatively about yourself.

It is to make you doubt your place in their life, doubt your value and doubt their devotion to you.

This in turn causes you to constantly try to get back to the place of idealization and where they looked at you like you had dropped straight from heaven just for them.

Withholding affection and sex is emotional abuse and pure manipulation.

It is evil, sick, calculated, and malicious.

It has NO PLACE in a healthy relationship and at the first hint of it, a person should address it so that it never happens again, or they should abandon ship and leave the relationship.


You deserve better, and we all deserve better.

To sum it up, if you are in a relationship with a narcissist who is withholding affection or sex from you and they have a history of doing so, just remember that while they are neglecting you in that way, there are a million men(or women) out there who would give their left arm for a chance to be with you.

Someone who uses withholding as a form of communicating their anger, disappointment, pain, does not love you and is not on your team.

They are working against you and any chance at success and happiness in the relationship.

I hope this helps you in some way if you are going through this now.

It is never going to improve and will always end the same for you

Disappointment and unhappiness.


Atalanta’s Race – William Morris


Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow but seldom bent, Now at the noontide nought had happed to slay, Within a vale he called his hounds away, Hearkening the echoes of his lone voice cling About the cliffs and through the beech-trees ring. But when they ended, still awhile he stood, And but the sweet familiar thrush could hear, And all the day-long noises of the wood, And o’er the dry leaves of the vanished year His hounds’ feet pattering as they drew anear, And heavy breathing from their heads low hung, To see the mighty corner bow unstrung. Then smiling did he turn to leave the place, But with his first step some new fleeting thought A shadow cast across his sun-burnt face; I think the golden net that April brought From some warm world his wavering soul had caught; For, sunk in vague sweet longing, did he go Betwixt the trees with doubtful steps and slow. Yet howsoever slow he went, at last The trees grew sparser, and the wood was done; Whereon one farewell backward look he cast, Then, turning round to see what place was won, With shaded eyes looked underneath the sun, And o’er green meads and new-turned furrows brown Beheld the gleaming of King Schœneus’ town. So thitherward he turned, and on each side The folk were busy on the teeming land, And man and maid from the brown furrows cried, Or midst the newly blossomed vines did stand, And as the rustic weapon pressed the hand Thought of the nodding of the well-filled ear, Or how the knife the heavy bunch should shear. Merry it was: about him sung the birds, The spring flowers bloomed along the firm dry road, The sleek-skinned mothers of the sharp-horned herds Now for the barefoot milking-maidens lowed; While from the freshness of his blue abode, Glad his death-bearing arrows to forget, The broad sun blazed, nor scattered plagues as yet. Through such fair things unto the gates he came, And found them open, as though peace were there; Wherethrough, unquestioned of his race or name, He entered, and along the streets ‘gan fare, Which at the first of folk were well-nigh bare; But pressing on, and going more hastily, Men hurrying too he ‘gan at last to see. Following the last of these he still pressed on, Until an open space he came unto, Where wreaths of fame had oft been lost and won, For feats of strength folks there were wont to do. And now our hunter looked for something new, Because the whole wide space was bare, and stilled The high seats were, with eager people filled. There with the others to a seat he gat, Whence he beheld a broidered canopy, ‘Neath which in fair array King Schœneus sat Upon his throne with councillors thereby; And underneath his well-wrought seat and high, He saw a golden image of the sun, A silver image of the Fleet-foot One. A brazen altar stood beneath their feet Whereon a thin flame flicker’d in the wind; Nigh this a herald clad in raiment meet Made ready even now his horn to wind, By whom a huge man held a sword, entwin’d With yellow flowers; these stood a little space From off the altar, nigh the starting place. And there two runners did the sign abide, Foot set to foot,–a young man slim and fair, Crisp-hair’d, well knit, with firm limbs often tried In places where no man his strength may spare: Dainty his thin coat was, and on his hair. A golden circlet of renown he wore, And in his hand an olive garland bore. But on this day with whom shall he contend? A maid stood by him like Diana clad When in the woods she lists her bow to bend, Too fair for one to look on and be glad, Who scarcely yet has thirty summers had, If he must still behold her from afar; Too fair to let the world live free from war. She seem’d all earthly matters to forget; Of all tormenting lines her face was clear; Her wide gray eyes upon the goal were set Calm and unmov’d as though no soul were near. But her foe trembled as a man in fear, Nor from her loveliness one moment turn’d His anxious face with fierce desire that burn’d. Now through the hush there broke the trumpet’s clang Just as the setting sun made eventide. Then from light feet a spurt of dust there sprang, And swiftly were they running side by side; But silent did the thronging folk abide Until the turning-post was reach’d at last, And round about it still abreast they passed. But when the people saw how close they ran, When half-way to the starting-point they were, A cry of joy broke forth, whereat the man Headed the white-foot runner, and drew near Unto the very end of all his fear; And scarce his straining feet the ground could feel, And bliss unhop’d for o’er his heart ‘gan steal. But ‘midst the loud victorious shouts he heard Her footsteps drawing nearer, and the sound Of fluttering raiment, and thereat afeard His flush’d and eager face he turn’d around, And even then he felt her past him bound Fleet as the wind, but scarcely saw her there Till on the goal she laid her fingers fair. There stood she breathing like a little child Amid some warlike clamour laid asleep, For no victorious joy her red lips smil’d, Her cheek its wonted freshness did but keep; No glance lit up her clear gray eyes and deep, Though some divine thought soften’d all her face As once more rang the trumpet through the place. But her late foe stopp’d short amidst his course, One moment gaz’d upon her piteously. Then with a groan his lingering feet did force To leave the spot whence he her eyes could see; And, changed like one who knows his time must be But short and bitter, without any word He knelt before the bearer of the sword; Then high rose up the gleaming deadly blade, Bar’d of its flowers, and through the crowded place Was silence now, and midst of it the maid Went by the poor wretch at a gentle pace, And he to hers upturn’d his sad white face; Nor did his eyes behold another sight Ere on his soul there fell eternal light. So was the pageant ended, and all folk Talking of this and that familiar thing In little groups from that sad concourse broke, For now the shrill bats were upon the wing, And soon dark night would slay the evening, And in dark gardens sang the nightingale Her little-heeded, oft-repeated tale. And with the last of all the hunter went, Who, wondering at the strange sight he had seen, Prayed an old man to tell him what it meant, Both why the vanquished man so slain had been, And if the maiden were an earthly queen, Or rather what much more she seemed to be, No sharer in this world’s mortality. “Stranger,” said he, “I pray she soon may die Whose lovely youth has slain so many an one! King Schœneus’ daughter is she verily, Who when her eyes first looked upon the sun Was fain to end her life but new begun, For he had vowed to leave but men alone Sprung from his loins when he from earth was gone. “Therefore he bade one leave her in the wood, And let wild things deal with her as they might, But this being done, some cruel god thought good To save her beauty in the world’s despite; Folk say that her, so delicate and white As now she is, a rough root-grubbing bear Amidst her shapeless cubs at first did rear. “In course of time the woodfolk slew her nurse, And to their rude abode the youngling brought, And reared her up to be a kingdom’s curse; Who grown a woman, of no kingdom thought, But armed and swift, ‘mid beasts destruction wrought, Nor spared two shaggy centaur kings to slay To whom her body seemed an easy prey. “So to this city, led by fate, she came Whom known by signs, whereof I cannot tell, King Schœneus for his child at last did claim. Nor otherwhere since that day doth she dwell Sending too many a noble soul to hell– What! shine eyes glisten! what then, thinkest thou Her shining head unto the yoke to bow? “Listen, my son, and love some other maid For she the saffron gown will never wear, And on no flower-strewn couch shall she be laid, Nor shall her voice make glad a lover’s ear: Yet if of Death thou hast not any fear, Yea, rather, if thou lov’st her utterly, Thou still may’st woo her ere thou com’st to die, “Like him that on this day thou sawest lie dead; For fearing as I deem the sea-born one; The maid has vowed e’en such a man to wed As in the course her swift feet can outrun, But whoso fails herein, his days are done: He came the nighest that was slain to-day, Although with him I deem she did but play. “Behold, such mercy Atalanta gives To those that long to win her loveliness; Be wise! be sure that many a maid there lives Gentler than she, of beauty little less, Whose swimming eyes thy loving words shall bless, When in some garden, knee set close to knee, Thou sing’st the song that love may teach to thee.” So to the hunter spake that ancient man, And left him for his own home presently: But he turned round, and through the moonlight wan Reached the thick wood, and there ‘twixt tree and tree Distraught he passed the long night feverishly, ‘Twixt sleep and waking, and at dawn arose To wage hot war against his speechless foes. There to the hart’s flank seemed his shaft to grow, As panting down the broad green glades he flew, There by his horn the Dryads well might know His thrust against the bear’s heart had been true, And there Adonis’ bane his javelin slew, But still in vain through rough and smooth he went, For none the more his restlessness was spent. So wandering, he to Argive cities came, And in the lists with valiant men he stood, And by great deeds he won him praise and fame, And heaps of wealth for little-valued blood; But none of all these things, or life, seemed good Unto his heart, where still unsatisfied A ravenous longing warred with fear and pride. Therefore it happed when but a month had gone Since he had left King Schœneus’ city old, In hunting-gear again, again alone The forest-bordered meads did he behold, Where still mid thoughts of August’s quivering gold Folk hoed the wheat, and clipped the vine in trust Of faint October’s purple-foaming must. And once again he passed the peaceful gate, While to his beating heart his lips did lie, That owning not victorious love and fate, Said, half aloud, “And here too must I try, To win of alien men the mastery, And gather for my head fresh meed of fame And cast new glory on my father’s name.” In spite of that, how beat his heart, when first Folk said to him, “And art thou come to see That which still makes our city’s name accurst Among all mothers for its cruelty? Then know indeed that fate is good to thee Because to-morrow a new luckless one Against the white-foot maid is pledged to run.” So on the morrow with no curious eyes As once he did, that piteous sight he saw, Nor did that wonder in his heart arise As toward the goal the conquering maid ‘gan draw, Nor did he gaze upon her eyes with awe, Too full the pain of longing filled his heart For fear or wonder there to have a part. But O, how long the night was ere it went! How long it was before the dawn begun Showed to the wakening birds the sun’s intent That not in darkness should the world be done! And then, and then, how long before the sun Bade silently the toilers of the earth Get forth to fruitless cares or empty mirth! And long it seemed that in the market-place He stood and saw the chaffering folk go by, Ere from the ivory throne King Schœneus’ face Looked down upon the murmur royally, But then came trembling that the time was nigh When he midst pitying looks his love must claim, And jeering voices must salute his name. But as the throng he pierced to gain the throne, His alien face distraught and anxious told What hopeless errand he was bound upon, And, each to each, folk whispered to behold His godlike limbs; nay, and one woman old As he went by must pluck him by the sleeve And pray him yet that wretched love to leave. For sidling up she said, “Canst thou live twice, Fair son? canst thou have joyful youth again, That thus thou goest to the sacrifice Thyself the victim? nay then, all in vain Thy mother bore her longing and her pain, And one more maiden on the earth must dwell Hopeless of joy, nor fearing death and hell. “O, fool, thou knowest not the compact then That with the three-formed goddess she has made To keep her from the loving lips of men, And in no saffron gown to be arrayed, And therewithal with glory to be paid, And love of her the moonlit river sees White ‘gainst the shadow of the formless trees. “Come back, and I myself will pray for thee Unto the sea-born framer of delights, To give thee her who on the earth may be The fairest stirrer up to death and fights, To quench with hopeful days and joyous nights The flame that doth thy youthful heart consume: Come back, nor give thy beauty to the tomb.” How should he listen to her earnest speech? Words, such as he not once or twice had said Unto himself, whose meaning scarce could reach The firm abode of that sad hardihead– He turned about, and through the marketstead Swiftly he passed, until before the throne In the cleared space he stood at last alone. Then said the King, “Stranger, what dost thou here? Have any of my folk done ill to thee? Or art thou of the forest men in fear? Or art thou of the sad fraternity Who still will strive my daughter’s mates to be, Staking their lives to win an earthly bliss, The lonely maid, the friend of Artemis?” “O King,” he said, “thou sayest the word indeed; Nor will I quit the strife till I have won My sweet delight, or death to end my need. And know that I am called Milanion, Of King Amphidamas the well-loved son: So fear not that to thy old name, O King, Much loss or shame my victory will bring.” “Nay, Prince,” said Schœneus, “welcome to this land Thou wert indeed, if thou wert here to try Thy strength ‘gainst some one mighty of his hand; Nor would we grudge thee well-won mastery. But now, why wilt thou come to me to die, And at my door lay down thy luckless head, Swelling the band of the unhappy dead, “Whose curses even now my heart doth fear? Lo, I am old, and know what life can be, And what a bitter thing is death anear. O, Son! be wise, and harken unto me, And if no other can be dear to thee, At least as now, yet is the world full wide, And bliss in seeming hopeless hearts may hide: “But if thou losest life, then all is lost.” “Nay, King,” Milanion said, “thy words are vain. Doubt not that I have counted well the cost. But say, on what day wilt thou that I gain Fulfilled delight, or death to end my pain. Right glad were I if it could be to-day, And all my doubts at rest for ever lay.” “Nay,” said King Schœneus, “thus it shall not be, But rather shalt thou let a month go by, And weary with thy prayers for victory What god thou know’st the kindest and most nigh. So doing, still perchance thou shalt not die: And with my goodwill wouldst thou have the maid, For of the equal gods I grow afraid. “And until then, O Prince, be thou my guest, . And all these troublous things awhile forget.” “Nay,” said he, “couldst thou give my soul good rest, And on mine head a sleepy garland set, Then had I ‘scaped the meshes of the net, Nor should thou hear from me another word; But now, make sharp thy fearful heading-sword. “Yet will I do what son of man may do, And promise all the gods may most desire, That to myself I may at least be true; And on that day my heart and limbs so tire, With utmost strain and measureless desire, That, at the worst, I may but fall asleep When in the sunlight round that sword shall sweep. ” He went therewith, nor anywhere would bide, But unto Argos restlessly did wend; And there, as one who lays all hope aside, Because the leech has said his life must end, Silent farewell he bade to foe and friend, And took his way unto the restless sea, For there he deemed his rest and help might be. Upon the shore of Argolis there stands A temple to the goddess that he sought, That, turned unto the lion-bearing lands, Fenced from the east, of cold winds hath no thought, Though to no homestead there the sheaves are brought, No groaning press torments the close-clipped murk, Lonely the fane stands, far from all men’s work. Pass through a close, set thick with myrtle-trees, Through the brass doors that guard the holy place, And entering, hear the washing of the seas That twice a-day rise high above the base, And with the south-west urging them, embrace The marble feet of her that standeth there That shrink not, naked though they be and fair. Small is the fane through which the sea-wind sings About Queen Venus’ well-wrought image white, But hung around are many precious things, The gifts of those who, longing for delight, Have hung them there within the goddess’ sight, And in return have taken at her hands The living treasures of the Grecian lands. And thither now has come Milanion, And showed unto the priests’ wide open eyes Gifts fairer than all those that there have shone, Silk cloths, inwrought with Indian fantasies, And bowls inscribed with sayings of the wise Above the deeds of foolish living things; And mirrors fit to be the gifts of kings. And now before the Sea-born One he stands, By the sweet veiling smoke made dim and soft, And while the incense trickles from his hands, And while the odorous smoke-wreaths hang aloft, Thus doth he pray to her: “O Thou, who oft Hast holpen man and maid in their distress Despise me not for this my wretchedness! “O goddess, among us who dwelt below, Kings and great men, great for a little while, Have pity on the lowly heads that bow, Nor hate the hearts that love them without guile; Wilt thou be worse than these, and is thy smile A vain device of him who set thee here, An empty dream of some artificer? “O great one, some men love, and are ashamed; Some men are weary of the bonds of love; Yea, and by some men lightly art thou blamed, That from thy toils their lives they cannot move, And ‘mid the ranks of men their manhood prove. Alas! O goddess, if thou slayest me, What new immortal can I serve but thee? “Think then, will it bring honour to thy head If folk say, ‘Everything aside he cast And to all fame and honour was he dead, And to his one hope now is dead at last, Since all unholpen he is gone and past; Ah, the gods love not man, for certainly, He to his helper did not cease to cry.’ “Nay, but thou wilt help; they who died before Not single-hearted as I deem came here, Therefore unthanked they laid their gifts before Thy stainless feet, still shivering with their fear, Lest in their eyes their true thought might appear, Who sought to be the lords of that fair town, Dreaded of men and winners of renown. “O Queen, thou knowest I pray not for this: O set us down together in some place Where not a voice can break our heaven of bliss, Where nought but rocks and I can see her face, Softening beneath the marvel of thy grace, Where not a foot our vanished steps can track– The golden age, the golden age come back! “O fairest, hear me now who do thy will, Plead for thy rebel that she be not slain, But live and love and be thy servant still; Ah, give her joy and take away my pain, And thus two long-enduring servants gain. An easy thing this is to do for me, What need of my vain words to weary thee. “But none the less, this place will I not leave Until I needs must go my death to meet, Or at thy hands some happy sign receive That in great joy we twain may one day greet Thy presence here and kiss thy silver feet, Such as we deem thee, fair beyond all words, Victorious o’er our servants and our lords.” Then from the altar back a space he drew, But from the Queen turned not his face away, But ‘gainst a pillar leaned, until the blue That arched the sky, at ending of the day, Was turned to ruddy gold and changing gray, And clear, but low, the nigh-ebbed windless sea In the still evening murmured ceaselessly. And there he stood when all the sun was down, Nor had he moved, when the dim golden light, Like the fair lustre of a godlike town, Had left the world to seeming hopeless night, Nor would he move the more when wan moonlight Streamed through the pillows for a little while, And lighted up the white Queen’s changeless smile. Nought noted he the shallow-flowing sea As step by step it set the wrack a-swim; The yellow torchlight nothing noted he Wherein with fluttering gown and half-bared limb The temple damsels sung their midnight hymn; And nought the doubled stillness of the fane When they were gone and all was hushed again. But when the waves had touched the marble base, And steps the fish swim over twice a-day, The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head, Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red, He rose as one some well-known sign doth call When war upon the city’s gates doth fall, And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep, He ‘gan again his broken watch to keep. Then he turned round; not for the sea-gull’s cry That wheeled above the temple in his flight, Not for the fresh south wind that lovingly Breathed on the new-born day and dying night, But some strange hope ‘twixt fear and great delight Drew round his face, now flushed, now pale and wan, And still constrained his eyes the sea to scan. Now a faint light lit up the southern sky, Not sun or moon, for all the world was gray, But this a bright cloud seemed, that drew anigh, Lighting the dull waves that beneath it lay As toward the temple still it took its way, And still grew greater, till Milanion Saw nought for dazzling light that round him shone. But as he staggered with his arms outspread, Delicious unnamed odours breathed around, For languid happiness he bowed his head, And with wet eyes sank down upon the ground, Nor wished for aught, nor any dream he found To give him reason for that happiness, Or make him ask more knowledge of his bliss. At last his eyes were cleared, and he could see Through happy tears the goddess face to face With that faint image of Divinity, Whose well-wrought smile and dainty changeless grace Until that morn so gladdened all the place; Then, he unwitting cried aloud her name And covered up his eyes for fear and shame. But through the stillness he her voice could hear Piercing his heart with joy scarce bearable, That said, “Milanion, wherefore dost thou fear, I am not hard to those who love me well; List to what I a second time will tell, And thou mayest hear perchance, and live to save The cruel maiden from a loveless grave. “See, by my feet three golden apples lie– Such fruit among the heavy roses falls, Such fruit my watchful damsels carefully Store up within the best loved of my walls, Ancient Damascus, where the lover calls Above my unseen head, and faint and light The rose-leaves flutter round me in the night. “And note, that these are not alone most fair With heavenly gold, but longing strange they bring Unto the hearts of men, who will not care Beholding these, for any once-loved thing Till round the shining sides their fingers cling. And thou shalt see thy well-girt swift-foot maid By sight of these amidst her glory stayed. “For bearing these within a scrip with thee, When first she heads thee from the starting-place Cast down the first one for her eyes to see, And when she turns aside make on apace, And if again she heads thee in the race Spare not the other two to cast aside If she not long enough behind will bide. “Farewell, and when has come the happy time That she Diana’s raiment must unbind And all the world seems blessed with Saturn’s clime, And thou with eager arms about her twined Beholdest first her gray eyes growing kind, Surely, O trembler, thou shalt scarcely then Forget the Helper of unhappy men.” Milanion raised his head at this last word For now so soft and kind she seemed to be No longer of her Godhead was he feared; Too late he looked; for nothing could he see But the white image glimmering doubtfully In the departing twilight cold and gray, And those three apples on the step that lay. These then he caught up quivering with delight, Yet fearful lest it all might be a dream; And though aweary with the watchful night, And sleepless nights of longing, still did deem He could not sleep; but yet the first sunbeam That smote the fane across the heaving deep Shone on him laid in calm, untroubled sleep. But little ere the noontide did he rise, And why he felt so happy scarce could tell Until the gleaming apples met his eyes. Then leaving the fair place where this befell Oft he looked back as one who loved it well, Then homeward to the haunts of men, ‘gan wend To bring all things unto a happy end. Now has the lingering month at last gone by, Again are all folk round the running place, Nor other seems the dismal pageantry Than heretofore, but that another face Looks o’er the smooth course ready for the race, For now, beheld of all, Milanion Stands on the spot he twice has looked upon. But yet–what change is this that holds the maid? Does she indeed see in his glittering eye More than disdain of the sharp shearing blade, Some happy hope of help and victory? The others seem’d to say, “We come to die; Look down upon us for a little while, That, dead, we may bethink us of thy smile.” But he–what look of mastery was this He cast on her? why were his lips so red; Why was his face so flush’d with happiness? So looks not one who deems himself but dead, E’en if to death he bows a willing head; So rather looks a god well pleas’d to find Some earthly damsel fashion’d to his mind, Why must she drop her lids before his gaze, And even as she casts adown her eyes Redden to note his eager glance of praise, And wish that she were clad in other guise? Why must the memory to her heart arise Of things unnoticed when they first were heard, Some lover’s song, some answering maiden’s word? What makes these longings, vague–without a name, And this vain pity never felt before, This sudden languor, this contempt of fame, This tender sorrow for the time past o’er, These doubts that grow each minute more and more? Why does she tremble as the time grows near, And weak defeat and woeful victory fear? But while she seem’d to hear her beating heart, Above their heads the trumpet blast rang out And forth they sprang, and she must play her part; Then flew her white feet, knowing not a doubt, Though, slackening once, she turn’d her head about, But then she cried aloud and faster fled Than e’er before, and all men deemed him dead. But with no sound he raised aloft his hand, And thence what seemed a ray of light there flew And past the maid rolled on along the sand; Then trembling she her feet together drew And in her heart a strong desire there grew To have the toy, some god she thought had given That gift to her, to make of earth a heaven. Then from the course with eager steps she ran, And in her odorous bosom laid the gold. But when she turned again, the great-limbed man, Now well ahead she failed not to behold, And mindful of her glory waxing cold, Sprang up and followed him in hot pursuit, Though with one hand she touched the golden fruit. Note, too, the bow that she was wont to bear She laid aside to grasp the glittering prize, And o’er her shoulder from the quiver fair Three arrows fell and lay before her eyes Unnoticed, as amidst the people’s cries She sprang to head the strong Milanion, Who now the turning-post had well-nigh won. But as he set his mighty hand on it White fingers underneath his own were laid, And white limbs from his dazzled eyes did flit, Then he the second fruit cast by the maid: She ran awhile, and then as one afraid Wavered and stopped, and turned and made no stay, Until the globe with its bright fellow lay. Then, as a troubled glance she cast around, Now far ahead the Argive could she see, And in her garment’s hem one hand she wound To keep the double prize, and strenuously Sped o’er the course, and little doubt had she To win the day, though now but scanty space Was left betwixt him and the winning place. Short was the way unto such wingèd feet, Quickly she gained upon him till at last He turned about her eager eyes to meet And from his hand the third fair apple cast. She wavered not, but turned and ran so fast After the prize that should her bliss fulfil, That in her hand it lay ere it was still. Nor did she rest, but turned about to win Once more, an unblest woeful victory– And yet–and yet–why does her breath begin To fail her, and her feet drag heavily? Why fails she now to see if far or nigh The goal is? why do her gray eyes grow dim? Why do these tremors run through every limb? She spreads her arms abroad some stay to find Else must she fall, indeed, and findeth this, A strong man’s arms about her body twined. Nor may she shudder now to feel his kiss, So wrapped she is in new unbroken bliss: Made happy that the foe the prize hath won, She weeps glad tears for all her glory done. Shatter the trumpet, hew adown the posts! Upon the brazen altar break the sword, And scatter incense to appease the ghosts Of those who died here by their own award. Bring forth the image of the mighty Lord, And her who unseen o’er the runners hung, And did a deed for ever to be sung. Here are the gathered folk; make no delay, Open King Schœneus’ well-filled treasury, Bring out the gifts long hid from light of day, The golden bowls o’erwrought with imagery, Gold chains, and unguents brought from over sea, The saffron gown the old Phœnician brought, Within the temple of the Goddess wrought. O ye, O damsels, who shall never see Her, that Love’s servant bringeth now to you, Returning from another victory, In some cool bower do all that now is due! Since she in token of her service new Shall give to Venus offerings rich enow, Her maiden zone, her arrows and her bow. ~ Atalanta’s Race – William Morris

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Your worst battle is between what you know and what you feel.

Your gut feelings are usually correct because they represent the processing of more complex information.
People who use swear words regularly tend to be stronger emotionally and more intelligent.

Psychologically, one of the best feeling realizing that you are perfectly happy without people you thought you needed most. The best feeling of the world is knowing that you actually mean something to someone. This can add a year to your life expectancy.

Psychology says, the longer you hide your feelings for someone, the harder you fall for that individual.

Feeling sadness for no apparent reason may indicate that you’re missing someone and or someone missing you. You feel lonely not when no one cares about you, but when someone you expect to care doesn’t care about you at all.

If someone makes it seem like everything is always you fault that means someone doesn’t care for your feelings.

In the English language, there are over 400 words that describe different kinds of emotion. Many of them may be synonyms for one another, but it just goes to show how important feelings are to people.

People have over 10,000 subtle facial expressions that can express their emotions. What’s more impressive is that most people can pick up on these subtle changes. We have evolved to be able to recognize emotions via subtle changes in facial expression.
People want to get Botox to fill in their wrinkles and become more attractive. However, the Botox makes their face stiff and limits the many tiny emotional changes in the face. People are attracted to animated, emotional people, and Botox takes that away.
Charles Darwin believed that emotions like fear were key to human evolution. For example, if someone was afraid of a bear, they would run away. Some animals, like the Dodo bird, didn’t develop a fear of predators (as there were none on their isolated islands) which led to their extinction. Also, feelings of attraction are believed to have helped early humans breed with other desirable people, which improved the species each generation.

The ancient Greek myth, negative emotions like spite, revenge, and envy were released out of Pandora’s Box into the world.

All people are born with basic emotions, and normal reactions to these emotions are not necessarily learned from watching their parents. We know this because even children who are born blind will still have the same facial expressions as everybody else, like smiling when they’re happy, or frowning when they’re sad.
Emotions last even longer than a memory. Many people can remember how the emotionally felt during a certain situation, even if the finer details are hazy. Studies of people with amnesia and Alzheimer’s find the same results. Even if someone cannot remember who they are, they can remember the emotions of their past life.
A lot of people preach having a positive mindset and always trying to be happy 24/7. It’s very mentally healthy to be sad sometimes. Being able to cope and process sadness is much better than pushing your negative emotions down deep.
Have you ever gone to sleep feeling sad or anxious, and woke up feeling in a much better mood the next morning? That is because when your brain goes into REM sleep, it releases chemicals that ease the mental pain of traumatic experiences.
Your physical health has a lot to do with how you feel emotionally. If you’re in pain or have a chronic illness, it is natural to feel down in the dumps
Your emotions can also affect your physical body. Jealousy has been known to cause stomach aches, and stress can cause headaches.
Exercise makes you happy. Cardiovascular activity increases endorphins in your body, which improves your mood. Running or other intense workouts sometimes also boosts adrenaline, which can make you feel as though you have more energy after the workout than when you started.
Overly optimistic and cheerful people have a hard time facing reality. In many cases, they are in denial about realities that may make them sad and choose not to face the facts.

The most difficult emotions to fake are sadness and anger.

It is easy to predict what kinds of situations annoy people or make them angry. For example, showing up an hour late, talking loudly in a movie theatre, or cutting in line will almost always make the average person angry. For this reason, it’s very easy for an “annoying” person to change their behaviour to make others like them more.
Anger relies on interpretations. For example, if you have been dating someone for a month, and they are always a half-hour late, you can interpret it in multiple ways; “This person doesn’t like me very much”, “They are very selfish”, or you can choose to blow it off- “They are coming here from work, so they get caught in rush hour traffic.” There are many situations where “anger” is completely justified as a response, it’s possible to choose not to be angry if you give people the benefit of the doubt.

Anger is very natural, and it doesn’t make you a bad or violent person. If someone in your life is making you feel angry, it’s OK to express that. If you are afraid of confrontation, a good way to address a problem is by making it all about you, rather than pointing fingers at the other person. For example, you can say, “Time is valuable to me. So, when I feel that my time is being wasted, it makes me feel disrespected.” This is much better than saying, “You’re always late. You don’t care about my feelings at all!” You cannot assume the other person’s intentions, and they cannot deny your emotions. So it’s much better to just express how you feel.

It takes a lot for people to admit when they are angry, especially in their close relationships. People associate “anger” with violence. However, there is a difference between “anger” and “aggression”. For example, anger is the feeling you get when you’re boiling from annoyance or injustice. Aggression is best described in an example i.e. road rage. When someone is cut off on the highway, and the aggressive driver decides to tailgate the other driver as a kind of revenge, and it is considered a form of aggression.

Smoking marijuana has been proven to calm certain people down, and reduce depression. THC, the active ingredient in marijuana, is a chemical that occurs naturally in the brain. THC helps to process your emotions. One study by the University of Colorado discovered that people who have used marijuana at least 4 times in the last year were less likely to interpret another person’s expression as “angry”. Anxiety can sometimes cause the assumption that people are angry with you or hate you, even if they could help to make that feeling go away. This improved emotional processing in the brain also helps you to not jump to conclusions that will make you angry. Jealousy is a different emotion than envy. If you feel a twinge in your stomach when you hear that your friend from High School is more successful than you are- that’s envy. On the other hand, if someone is flirting with your significant other, that’s jealousy. The key difference is that “envy” is what you feel when you want something you can’t have, and “jealousy” is when something you already had in the past was taken away. So, if someone says, “I’m so jealous!” about your success, they are using the word incorrectly.

Sometimes, when someone is on the verge of tears, their lip will begin to quiver. This is because your brain is pulling on muscles in the face to cause the motion. The emotional, sad side of the brain is battling with the logical side that is trying to hide the emotion.
Positive body language is easier to fake and control than negative body language. For example, if you are scared or repulsed by something, you may lurch backwards. However, if you want to pretend to be happy or interested in someone, smiling and using open gestures are relatively easier to fake.
Everything you eat and drink can affect your mood. Chocolate, fish, and tea are all known for boosting levels of happiness.

Vegans report that they feel much happier with their lives overall when they eat meat and dairy-free diet, compared to when they ate animal products and processed foods.

Emotions are not just in your head. Too much anger and stress can damage your body. High blood pressure is associated with living a stressful life.


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Accepting the Diagnosis


Accepting the Diagnosis

Learning that someone you care about has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s or other related dementia can be life changing. Coming to terms with the diagnosis requires time. Immediate reactions of denial and fear are normal and may help you and the person diagnosed process the grief you are feeling.
• Process of acceptance
• Finding purpose
• Getting support
The process of acceptance
Perhaps you tried to encourage the person living with dementia to learn about their diagnosis, only to be told “nothing is wrong.” Perhaps you may have been hesitant to learn more yourself for fear of the future. Whatever the circumstance, accepting a diagnosis of Alzheimer’s disease or a related dementia requires time to absorb information about the disease before you might be ready to learn more.
It is not unusual for care partners to be the first people to seek information about the disease soon after diagnosis. Knowing what to expect and having access to the resources and support available can be empowering and lead to an increased commitment to your partner and determination to get through this together.

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Allowing time to process the diagnosis is an important first step to adjust to this “new normal.” The process of acceptance is just as important for the care partner as it is for the newly diagnosed person. No two people deal with the diagnosis in exactly the same way. There is no right approach and some days may be more difficult than others, but don’t be discouraged.

Allowing yourself time to grieve and mourn over the current and future losses you and the diagnosed person may experience can be healthy. The sooner you are able to accept the diagnosis, the better suited you will be to help the person living with dementia move closer to acceptance too.
Individuals with the disease acknowledge that while it often takes time to accept their diagnosis, specific actions initiated by the care partner help in this process.
Patience, flexibility and open communication can provide reassurance that the person with the disease does not have to face their diagnosis alone. For many, the simple reinforcement from their care partner that “we are in this together” is the most memorable act of support.
Consider these tips to help the person in the early stage of the disease come to terms with his or her diagnosis:
• Provide time for the individual to feel sad about how his or her identity is changing as a result of the diagnosis.
• Emphasize the roles and responsibilities that are still significant to the individual’s identity, i.e. grandfather, mother, daughter, etc.
• Encourage the person to speak with a trusted friend, minister or even a professional counselor, to talk through difficult emotions.
Telling others about a diagnosis of Alzheimer’s or dementia can be one of the most difficult steps for people diagnosed in the early stage and their care partners. There may be anxiety surrounding who to tell and concerns about social stigma.
Sharing the diagnosis with others can open up new relationships and connections to people you did not realize were willing to support you. For others, hearing of the diagnosis may test relationships and some friends and family may react with denial, or pull away in ways that reflect their misconceptions about Alzheimer’s disease.
Yet, it can be empowering to share the diagnosis with others. Be open with friends and family about the changes that are taking place. Educate them on the disease and tell them how they can be supportive.
Learn more: Sharing the Diagnosis, Stigma and Alzheimer’s, What Is Alzheimer’s

Maintaining a sense of self and finding purpose
A diagnosis of Alzheimer’s or other dementia is often accompanied by uncertainty around one’s identity and life purpose. New challenges presented by living with the disease — including stigma and misperceptions — can cause the person to question his or her capabilities and, in turn, his or her identity. It’s not uncommon for a person living in the early stage to ask the question “Who am I?”
One way for people in the early stage of the disease to move beyond the loss of identity is to find ways to engage in activities that bring meaning and purpose to their life. For some, this means exploring skills they already possess, while others may choose to engage in new activities that bring a fresh sense of purpose.
Finding a new purpose can help confirm that Alzheimer’s does not have to define a person; it only becomes a part of who they are. Consider the tips below to help the person in early stage find meaning and purpose:
• Discuss what brings meaning and purpose to his or her life.
• Encourage the person to stay involved in activities he or she enjoys.
• Consider activities you can do together.
• Work together to identify opportunities at home or in the community that can leverage his or her strengths and interests.
• Discuss what new activities the person may be interested in trying.
• Encourage the individual to get connected with others who are living with the disease to learn what they are doing to remain active and engaged in life.
Learn more: Care Training Resources, Caregiver Support Groups, Message Boards

Getting support
A diagnosis of Alzheimer’s or dementia is life-altering for both the person living with the disease and family and friends.
You play an important part in providing support to the person who has been diagnosed. Along the way, you will need the support of others, too.
Often times, care partners look to family and friends first. Once you’ve identified trusted friends or family members, be specific about how you would like to engage their support. This can be assistance with transportation to or from medical appointments, help with social outings or simply having someone to talk with.
There are also community programs, support groups and online social networks that provide the opportunity to learn from others who have a friend or family member with dementia.
We often hear care partners say that they are looking for support from people who “really understand because they’ve been there, too.”


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Why don’t both republicans and democrats meet in the middle and simply pass a public option.

Republicans will till have private insurance; doctors can still refuse the public option if they want.

Democrats get an available chance that can include all the working class and the poor and the lower middle class.

They can still negotiate on drugs.

Doctors would have more choices with seeing medicare patients and or private insurance patients.

Hospitals get money from all those who lack current health insurance and get paid for any ER patients, so they are happy.

Seems to me having a hybrid system is a win-win for everyone.

The “middle” you describe, the “public option.”

Is part of “the Biden plan”. That‘s why Trump keeps attacking it and why Trumpsters will never go for it.

Plan to Protect and Build on Obamacare | Joe Biden says:

As president, Biden will stop this reversal of the progress made by Obamacare.

And he won’t be able


You seem to have missed the point of today’s politics. When we finally elected lawyers to public office, they killed the mechanism of compromise.

Teaches that the goal is to win at the expense of your opponent.

The effort of congress in passing a second bill to help individuals and groups survive to point this out.

There were items in the House (D) bill as well as the Senate (R)bill that matched.

Furthermore, they each had other items that were rejected by the others.

The fact that there was no compromise nor agreement on everyday items illustrates how broken your government has become.

I’ve always figured your system is broken because of money in politics, gerrymandering and only having two political party that have a chance.

That I agree with you on and comment is why not make the Senate even ? Half democrats and half republicans.

That way, they would have have to compromise.

At least I would hope.

It’s become evident that the United States is ripe for health care reform- our costs are the highest (per capita) in the world, even without covering everyone.

The rest of the developed world somehow manages to cover everyone and keep costs under control, and in these countries, they enjoy lower stress

It’s time America to look after your citizens



Whenever I teach clinical medicine to students in the fourth year of medicine, I ask  the following question:

What are the causes of mental confusion in the elderly?

Some offer: “Tumors in the head”.  I answer: No!

Others suggest: “Early symptoms of Alzheimer’s”.  I answer again: No!

With each rejection of their answers, their responses dry up. And they are even more  open-mouthed when I list the three most common causes:

·        uncontrolled diabetes;

·         urinary infection;

·        dehydration

It may sound like a joke, but it isn’t.  People over 60 constantly stop feeling thirsty and consequently stop drinking fluids. When no one is around to remind them to drink fluids, they quickly dehydrate.  Dehydration is severe and affects the entire body.  It may cause abrupt mental confusion, a drop in blood pressure, increased heart palpitations,  angina (chest pain), coma and even death. This habit of forgetting to drink fluids begins at age 60 when we have just over 50% of the water we should have in our bodies.  People over 60 have a lower water reserve. This is part of the natural ageing process.

But there are more complications. Although they are dehydrated, they don’t feel like drinking water, because their internal balance mechanisms don’t work very well.

*Conclusion:* People over 60 years old dehydrate easily, not only because they have a  smaller water supply, but also because they do not feel the lack of water in the body. Although people over 60 may look healthy, the performance of reactions and chemical functions can damage their entire body.

So here are two alerts:

1) *Get into the habit of drinking liquids*. Liquids include water, juices, teas, coconut water,  milk, soups, and water-rich fruits, such as watermelon, melon, peaches and pineapple; Orange and tangerine also work, as well as cucumbers.

*The important thing is that every two hours, you must drink some liquid.  Remember this!*

2) Alert for family members: constantly offer fluids to people over 60.  At the same time, observe them. If you realize that they are rejecting liquids and, from one day to the next, they are irritable, breathless or display a lack of attention, these are almost certainly recurrent symptoms of dehydration.

*For people over 60* (Note, he doesn’t include Whisky or Beer!)


EU promotes development of Ukrainian geographical indications


What awaits our producers which use European geographical indications in the names of their products, and why their own local brands are worth promoting?

EU promotes development of Ukrainian geographical indications

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Clinically diagnosed Anxiety


Clinically diagnosed anxiety is not just being a bit worried, you can’t just “chill out a bit” or “get over it”. It eats into your well being, your confidence, your health and your life and it is 24/7. When someone cancels, or ducks out, or makes a pathetic excuse please understand that it isn’t personal, it isn’t laziness, it isn’t being rude. It’s because they can’t physically do it. When someone needs supporting/encouraging/ hand holding it isn’t pathetic, it isn’t attention seeking, it isn’t childish – it’s because they are desperate to beat it but can’t do it alone.

“Anxiety sucks, being isolated and believing your friends don’t care sucks even more .
How many of you have had a night out planned, or arranged coffee or a beer with friends and suddenly the 4 walls you inhabit seem the only safe haven because it’s the only place you don’t have to pretend you are ok, so you cancel.

Or when you are invited out you tell them how terribly sorry you are, but you’re already booked up that weekend, when you are actually just really busy holding it together in your safe box.

So the first problem starts, all by itself.

People stop asking you and the isolation that at first wasn’t true becomes your only truth.
Please don’t give up on your friends. Ring them if they don’t reply to a message. They really do want to talk, they just don’t know how to say it some days.

And in work every passing comment is a negative, you constantly do more to get over the feeling you are not good enough. The exhaustion from not sleeping because you panic all night over what you cannot influence means you make mistakes, you live in a fog and it is a vicious circle.

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In our culture, more is always assumed to be better. But the real measure of your relationships might be found in asking yourself how many of your social media friends or followers would be willing to lend you cab fare or offer you a place to sleep if you turned up unexpectedly. That’s the kind of investment in a relationship that accurate friendship warrants and that real friends provide. If you don’t expect a lot from a friend, it probably doesn’t hurt to assume each likes you as much as you want them. Following the adage to treat others the way you would like to be treated isn’t a bad idea. Unfortunately, recent research indicates that most people are unable to accurately identify those who have truly earned a place in their friendship network—only about half of the relationships that we perceive as friendships are friendships. The voluntary nature of bonds and our mutual commitment to the links are the hallmarks of any friendship’s very existence. Unless two people consider their relationship a friendship, it merely doesn’t exist. Bonds are among the most essential and supportive types of links you will ever establish because while family relationships are (typically) non-negotiable, friendship is a voluntary institution. Studies show that most adults have only one or two close friends beyond their significant others. Intelligent people tend to have fewer friends than the average person. The smarter the person is, the more selective they become. Our best friends are pretty much like us. It’s right for most cases — you and your friend share the same social identity for your other friends, and social circle is scientifically proven that the company of good friends reduces stress in life. When faced with a significant illness, individuals with an excellent social network are in a better position to survive. Friendship is right for your health. Believe it or not, people with larger systems of friends live longer! Close friends share about 1% of their DNA with you. Thought-full

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Stand up to Domestic Violence it is a violation of Human Rights

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Laughter Is Healthy Lifestyle


In a review of more than 3,700 newspaper personal ads, Dr Provine revealed that women were 62 per cent more likely to mention laughter, including seeking a mate with a sense of humour, while men were more likely to offer fun in their ads. Research by Dr Provine found that women laugh 126 per cent more than men in cross-gender conversations, with men preferring to be the one prompting the laughter. Research shows that couples who use laughter and smile when discussing a touchy subject feel better in the immediacy and report higher levels of satisfaction in their relationship. They also tend to stay together longer. Familiarity is a crucial part of humour and laughter, and research shows people find jokes told by famous comedians to be funnier than the same jokes told by someone they’re not familiar with. Your Brain Can Detect Fake Laughter. Your brain automatically goes to work deciphering why someone is deliberately laughing. Although we can force smiles and trick our brains into thinking we are happy, we cannot force laughter. You can emit something that sounds a lot like laughter, but you are not tricking your brain whatsoever (and you’re probably not tricking those around you either!)



Get The Look. All-white living room


An inspirational home set of a minimal living room that combines a stylish white sofa with natural wood furniture and white decorative items.

Get The Look. All-white living room