I now have boundaries, rather than be unguarded however I think at times I'm clunky and not that articulate as it's new for me
I think this is a really good point, Firefly. When people say 'How long did it take you to recover, it's hard to say what recovered actually means. Not crying every day? Not thinking about the abuser (still do, sometimes!)? Not being triggered into the same responses as you were in the relationship? Having solidly built boundaries? Enforcing them well? It's a continuum. But I think that many people who don't go through this and had 'adequate' parenting are only half way along the continuum, whereas we can see how much damage can be done by having these gaps in our knowledge, so we are more compelled to get ourselves all the way along the continuum.
I don’t really have a place that makes me safe
FightingBack, can you see how this is exactly the same as your childhood, where you needed your dad to be there for you, to make you feel safe, but he wasn't? You're still living in the 'Daddy!! I'm scared, Daddy!!' mindset. The reason you need somebody else to make you feel better is because there's a dad-shaped hole, a primary care-giver shaped hole, which grew up up with you. The good news is, you don't need anybody else. You can fill the hole yourself. You are your primary care-giver, now. And the way you do it is by recognising what self respect is, and then developing it for yourself.
You sort of have to fall in love with yourself. Once you get over the 'well, that's a bloody weird thing to say!' thing, it's actually not that hard. You're a nice person, right? A good person? And you're quite funny, and you're pretty intelligent, and you have this brilliant self awareness (clearly, from what you've said on the thread; not everybody has that, and it's pretty cool), and you really, really care about the feelings of others, otherwise you wouldn't have been 'got' by a narcissist... so... what's not to love? So, you need to do what your dad didn't do for this smart, funny, caring, lovable person; you need to support her.
I don't know why, but when I picture self respect, I always picture one of those big mammas from tv shows, you know, 'You gonna dis me, boy? I ain't takin' none o' that! I'm goin' kick you to the curb, boy!', wagging finger and everything. Nothing is getting past this mamma! And then in my head, I imagine what she would do if somebody tried to tell her that she shouldn't be so silly and sensitive. She's really not going to be curling up in an armchair with a teddy, crying, and thinking she's pathetic. She's going to tell them straight out to get lost, and not everybody will love her for that, and SHE DOESN'T CARE!
You have to do that for yourself. You'll find you don't need anybody else, once you get the hang of it. Because if things get rough, you can simply sit back and comfortably lean on the sure knowledge that you are utterly brilliant, and so anybody who thinks otherwise is a fool who can be instantly dismissed.