all you need is love 3

Trust

Based on the emotional work that I have been doing, I have been working to rebuild a loving relationship with my parents.  And, it’s been really amazing.  Pain has been brought up, but also a rush of sweet memories.

There was a lot of happiness in my childhood that fear and rage had blocked out.  Sitting with them as adults and hearing their stories of the cult.  Realizing that they were more than 10 years younger than I am now when it started.

I recently sent them a letter sharing something very intimate and delicate and hoping for a good response, trusting in the love and forgiveness that we have been building.  I wish I could copy their response here, but it’s too precious too me.

All I can tell you is that when I got their response, burst into tears.  I felt like I was in a warm pool.  E immediately wrapped around me.  I was sobbing.  It was so sweet, so pure, so loving.  It was so good.  When I could finally talk, I said “This is love”.

He said, “yes”.

I feel like armor is falling off of me.  Which has made me very sensitive: this has it’s positives and it’s negatives.  But for the first time in my life I’m not scared to talk to my parents.  I have no secrets, nothing to hide and I feel perfectly accepted.  I feel like I understand them better.  I am curious I have so much more to learn about them.

I started this blog wanting to heal cycles of abuse.  It’s working in me.  So much so, that now I want so much to have a child and feel like I could be an amazing mother.  The bridges that I am building with E and my family are creating are becoming strong.

Love sweet love

all you need is love 1

I’ve been very silent and internal.  Having posted a blog would have been like reaching into a tornado and pulling out one piece of debris and saying this is my focus.  But I’ve had no focus.

I mean, I’ve been focusing on my physical.  Which brings me right back to my emotional.  E’s and my living space that was quaint and intimate when we moved in has become neither and we need to go when our lease is up.  It’s an important part of our “stay in love plan”.

He and I went through a hard time recently.  There’s this sneaky person in me.  She used to sneak eat when she was growing up.  She used to get  tricked and then punished by authority figures.  She never could believe the reality presented to her was really what was going on.  So, this person (um…me) ended crafting her own reality in a lot of ways.  Becoming a kind of social manager, control freak, because if I know every thing that’s going on then there are no surprises.  I create the reality.  I am the knowing one.  I choose who to let in.  And while there aren’t a lot of surprises, there are surprises when you are with someone who actually wants to be with you creating your path equally.

It’s been so hard to let down the levels of walls and controls that I didn’t even know where there.  Manipulation that I didn’t realize I was spinning, so ingrained in me, until it was coming out of my mouth.  It’s been so hard to just be at peace and listen and be in a conversation without having to figure out what my move is three moves ahead.

So, to my credit I have a lot of successes in this.  A couple weeks ago, I didn’t have a success and this crack in the trust in our relationship is what led me to realize how deep this fear is of just being is.  Of believing that if I am totally honest and can have an open conversation about my wants and needs that it will most likely work out.  But if I am sneaky about it, it just won’t.

This has been a gift in our relationship, a lot of growing and healing has happened really fast.  I went and had some body work done and she hit an area where I had some stored trauma apparently and I cried for about 12 hours.   Then about 2 days later, I felt like 200 pounds of stone that I had been encased in fell off of me.

Other Side of Safe

The cult I was born in always had a perimeter around me.  When there are 80 adults “looking after you”  you can’t get very far or stray for long.  I didn’t get the chance to explore on a smaller scale how far my far is.  In my second marriage, one of the things she always did, was more than keep me safe.  She held a perimeter around me.  Especially when I was drinking.  I also noticed that many friends also held this perimeter, and I would bounce softly off of it.  I was fully in my group of friends the day I was excommunicated and disowned.  And I feel like I came to them as a busted up baby animal that they took such great care of.  But I still never had the experience of “on my own”.

I may have gotten bruised or embarrassed, but never really hurt.  Once I separated from this perimeter.  I found that I had no boundaries of my own.  Seriously, none.  Growing up where your heart, mind, body and soul are all in service to some external person and/or power isn’t a good thing.  Everything you have belongs to someone else.

So once there wasn’t a church or family or a husband or a wife or chosen tribe or social circle around, I saw in a lot of ways who I was when not sheltered.  I saw so many of my ex-partner’s fears for me realized.

I never thought I would go that far.  Growing up in a circle, and always being circled I felt invincible.  Like I could jump off of anything and a safety net would appear.  The last eighteen months have been a serious wake up call, and in many ways a wake up fall.

Rebuilding has been painful.  Because I have had to see exactly how far far really is.  (I know there is a much farther, because I said a lot of no.  And stopped a lot of situations. I just want to make it clear that I’m not tempting fate by saying that I know how bad-bad can be.)  I had to know.  Now in a lot of ways I know and that is how I am starting to enforce some boundaries.  I feel like I walk through this world blinded-folded and shin-first sometimes.  I feel like I am learning a lot of these lessons late, but I am learning them how and when I learn them.

To quote the immortal loud and loving words of my brother, “WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK FU***NG SKULL THAT PEOPLE LOVE YOU, BUT YOU GOTTA FIGURE YOUR SHIT OUT!”

It’s getting through, and yup it’s thick and stubborn.  But I’ve done so much work to learn how to see where the ends of my perimeter are and to hold them on my own.

I’ve had some expectations that E would do this for me, since boundary work has been something I’ve always outsourced in the past.  But no.  He won’t.  He’ll love me and hold me in unconditional, positive regard while I flop around.  He’ll express the emotional effect my decisions have on him, but he won’t create rules or boundaries for me.  He and I are wired very similarly, once you tell us no, we’ve got a problem.

Thankfully, he’s got an ice pack for after I smash into something.

emasculation, empowerment, the patriarchy

I have been thinking a lot about power and the power dynamic between the sexes.  I grew up pretty powerless.  Then I found my power, but not really.  I learned to fight back at the power.  Then I thought female empowerment came through male emasculation.  I was really mad at men for a really long time.  Then I saw that it’s not a teeter-totter of power.  That one sex doesn’t have to be down if the other is up.  We can have our power.  My power is mine, and if mine grows it does not take from yours.  Male does not need to take from female.  Female doesn’t have to take from male.  Power is.  And the more we can support each other, the more everyone grows.  It’s not about gender.  However, we do have this patriarchal system that has hindered men and women.

A long time ago, I was listening to NPR as I was driving and I heard an interview with Calvin Sandborn’s about his book Becoming the Kind Father: A Son’s Journey, (published in 2006 by New Society Press.)  And this quote, moved me to tears and I had to pull over.

“Over the centuries, a profound human tragedy occurred. Men and women were cut in half. Women lost their voices-and men lost their hearts. As Sam Keen puts it, “Each gender is assigned half of the possible range of human virtues and vices. . . . Every man and every woman is half of a crippled whole.””

So, here we are in a broken system.  Some are breaking out of the molds.  Some don’t know how.

The following is an article by briarpatch magazine.  And it really touched me.  I think about what I as a female have overcome, and it’s really opened my eyes to a man’s path.  I didn’t get permission to copy it, I’ll take it down if you want.  The link to their article is here.  (The rest of this post is them, enjoy this read.  I surely did.)

Finding his better half:  The Boy Code & the modern man

By Calvin Sandborn
Illustrations by Daryl Vocat
Briarpatch Magazine
March/April 2008

Illustrations by Daryl Vocat

Men’s social conditioning takes a tremendous toll on not just their relationships, but also on their health. Those who want this to change, Calvin Sandborn argues, will have to come to terms with the concept of patriarchy-and with their own emotions.

Have compassion for modern man.

With only one life to live, he cannot feel it. A chunk of his heart has been cut away. As he confronts life’s inevitable shocks, he can not feel his heart’s response. He can conjure anger, but is blind to his own sorrow and fear. He seldom feels joy. He is the Great Pretender. Embarrassed by his feelings, he presents a mask to the world-a stoic mask of what a man should be. He takes the secret of his tender self to the grave.

Intimacy is beyond his ken. Though surrounded by people, he is lonely.

Yet he strives to love in the only way he knows. Keenly aware of duty and obligation, he strives to be a good provider and protector. He drives himself, he performs, he achieves.

He believes that he must be a hero. He competes to be the best stud, husband and father; to have the biggest house and lowest golf score; to have the prettiest wife, finest career, smartest kids and flashiest car. He believes that the whole world is divided into winners and losers-and that if he loses he will be worthless. So he won’t give himself a break.

Indeed, the cost of traditional masculinity is high. It destroys our health and our hearts:

  • The life span of the average man is approximately six years shorter than that of the average woman.
  • Men commit suicide at a rate four times that of women.
  • Two thirds of all alcoholics are men, and 80 per cent of those with alcohol-induced liver disease are men.
  • Virtually all stress-related diseases, from hypertension to heart disease, are more common in men than in women.
  • Men’s heart disease and cardiovascular disease death rates are about twice as high as women’s, prior to old age.
  • Twice as many men die from accidents as women, and three times as many die from homicides-usually at the hands of other men.
  • Being male is the single largest risk factor for early death. Before age 50, for every 10 premature female deaths, 16 men die prematurely. If male death rates dropped to the female rate, one third of all male deaths under age 50 would not take place.

What is the reason for this pattern of ill health? A big part of it is the traditional masculine role that men assume, and the way men are taught to deal with feelings. We’re trained to react to emotional stress in a way that creates significant health risks. As a result, men are far more likely to have premature heart attacks. In addition, macho culture encourages men to turn uncomfortable feelings into anger, which swells the number of men felled by accidents, homicides, suicides and heart attacks. The male ritual of using alcohol and drugs to drown feelings only adds to the damage.

A May 2003 study in the American Journal of Public Health concludes that the modern concept of masculinity is killing men: “What are the factors for the higher rates of morbidity and mortality among men? Beliefs about masculinity and manhood . . . play a role. . . . Men are socialized to project strength, individuality, autonomy, dominance, stoicism and physical aggression, and to avoid demonstrations of emotion or vulnerability that could be construed as weakness. These cultural orientations . . . combine to increase health risks.”

Other studies have confirmed it-the masculine role is a hazard to men’s health.

“Patriarchy forces boys into a state of profound emotional  disconnection from self and others.”

“Patriarchy forces boys into a state of profound emotional disconnection from self and others.”

The state of our hearts

Even more tragic than the state of our health is the state of our emotional lives. Noted psychologist Terrence Real estimates that almost half of all men suffer from some form of covert or overt depression. He attributes this to the way that men are socialized to deny their feelings.

Many of us trudge through life, feeling numb inside. Because of our social training, we have lost contact with our emotional lives. In fact, psychologist Ronald Levant estimates that close to 80 per cent of men suffer from some form of alexithymia-the inability to identify what one is feeling.

This alienation from one’s own feelings even extends to being cut off from physical feeling. Dr. Henrie Treadwell cites this as a significant cause of male mortality. “Becoming a man in this society means living with the pain, ignoring the pain,” explains Treadwell. “Quite simply, men . . . are largely out of sync with their own bodies.” Unable to feel their pain, men don’t get medical help when they need it. And they often die as a result.

Of course, a man who doesn’t know what he’s feeling can’t possibly express his real feelings to others. He can’t tell them what he wants, or who he really is, because he doesn’t know. These men live in profound isolation, cut off from their own hearts and the hearts of their family and friends. Men routinely fail at close relationships. Close to half of all marriages end in divorce-and 80 per cent of those divorces are initiated by the woman.

Out of touch with their inner lives, disconnected from others, many men fill their lives with addictive behavior. They become addicted to drugs or alcohol. They become addicted to their work. Or they become obsessed with television, the internet, sports, gambling, compulsive sex, acquiring things-anything to divert themselves from painful feelings. Other men numb their pain with chronic anger. Or they keep their feelings in check by obsessively controlling those around them. Many sink into the abyss of depression.

In sum, emotional disconnection kills many men, and condemns millions more to gray, lonely, distorted lives. It clearly doesn’t have to be this way. But to change things, men are going to have to come to terms with a concept that makes most red-blooded men cringe-patriarchy.

“Close to 80 per cent of men suffer from some form of  alexithymia—the inability to identify what one is feeling.”

“Close to 80 per cent of men suffer from some form of alexithymia—the inability to identify what one is feeling.”

Patriarchy-cutting boys in half

Men miss a vital point in resenting feminist criticism: patriarchy has stolen our hearts and is killing us.

As psychologist Terrence Real has pointed out, patriarchy forces boys into a state of profound emotional disconnection from self and others. As they grow into men, this disconnection has tragic consequences for men’s health, their lives and their families.

Patriarchy is the age-old system where the father ruled over the family-where “the man is master of the house.” It’s a laddered society, with the father at the top, then the wife or eldest son, and everyone else on the rungs below.

In this system, relationships are about having “power over” others, not “being with” them. Males are on top. But even sons must defer to the father for years, before they get to the top. No one relates eye to eye, heart to heart.

To reach their destined place at the top, males must avoid being sensitive or in touch with their feelings. They must be strong and controlling without fail. Boys must don their father’s armour.

Historically, patriarchy likely developed because men and women faced different tasks. Men had to hunt, make war and protect the tribe. In contrast, women were left behind at the cave to nurture children and build a social community. As a result, patriarchal society assigned certain characteristics exclusively to men, including strength, power, anger, independence and control.

On the other hand, women bore the children, raised them, and kept the village going as a functioning community. As a result, society assigned quite a different set of characteristics exclusively to women, including the ability to create intimacy and emotional connection, kindness, patience, communication and relationship building.

Although both men and women can embody every one of the above characteristics, patriarchy demanded that people sacrifice important parts of themselves. Women were forced to sacrifice their strength and autonomy. Any woman who dared show such “masculine” characteristics was promptly condemned as a “bitch,” “nag,” “witch,” or “castrator.” Conversely, men were forced to suppress their emotional sensitivity. Any man showing a “feminine” characteristic was condemned as a “sissy,” “wimp,” or “pussy.”

Over the centuries, a profound human tragedy occurred. Men and women were cut in half. Women lost their voices-and men lost their hearts. As Sam Keen puts it, “Each gender is assigned half of the possible range of human virtues and vices. . . . Every man and every woman is half of a crippled whole.”

Patriarchy is obsolete-but lives on

At one time there might have been a reason for patriarchy’s harsh division of the human personality. But today we live in a far different world. Today’s society requires whole human beings. Modern families require women who can coach soccer and men who can change diapers. The same is true in the workplace. Modern work teams thrive when women are free to be assertive, and men free to be kind. Furthermore, we now know that individuals are far healthier if they can integrate both “masculine” and “feminine” traits. Society benefits when all people are free to realize their full potential.

Clearly, patriarchy is an outmoded social structure. The insensitive hierarchy that served primeval hunting parties and wartime armies is no longer necessary. But our evolutionary history still resonates. “Masculine” traits such as performance and control are still primarily assigned to males, while “feminine” traits such as empathy are still assigned to females.

With the rise of feminism, gender roles will inevitably continue to change. In recent decades many women have found their voice, and many men have gotten more in touch with their emotions. However, the old paradigms remain surprisingly strong, and in the militaristic, post-9/11 world are even gaining strength. As William Pollack has pointed out, even boys coming from “enlightened” neighborhoods still learn patriarchy’s rulebook at an early age. And this Boy Code is what still leaves most men “half of a crippled whole.”

Patriarchy’s rulebook

From the time he is about five, a boy is told to repress his feelings if he wants to be a “real boy.” In his 1999 book Real Boys, William Pollack identified the four great imperatives that society presses upon boys:

  • Never show weakness. Men should be stoic and stable.
  • No “sissy stuff.” Don’t express feelings or “feminine” dependence, warmth or empathy. Be cool. If you must show emotion, show anger.
  • Give ‘em hell. Be tough, macho, take risks.
  • Be a Big Wheel. Achieve status, dominance and power. There are only winners and losers-don’t be a loser.

We find these Boy Code messages everywhere in our culture-in music, movies, literature and television. Our culture is still dominated by the ideal of the man as stoic hero. From Rudolph Valentino to Humphrey Bogart, from John Wayne to Clint Eastwood, from Sylvester Stallone to Arnold Schwarzenegger, male heroes are expressionless, emotionless and dominant. Many, like Batman, Green Hornet, the Lone Ranger and Zorro, actually wear masks to hide their faces and feelings.

A classic example of the Boy Code in action is Lethal Weapon. This movie, like many others, teaches boys that it is actually better to kill than to feel. Suicidal over the death of his wife, policeman Mel Gibson can’t express his grief. Instead, he repeatedly toys with putting a loaded gun in his own mouth, then goes on a manic rampage, killing criminals. His only options are to kill others or kill himself. Processing his grief is not an option. Audiences cheer as he kills, rather than feels.

Thus, our culture teaches boys that it is unmanly to be in touch with their feelings. They are taught to be ashamed of feeling vulnerable, sad, anxious or lonely. They are taught that to be a man they must forgo feelings, even in relationships.

“Boys are taught to be ashamed of feeling  vulnerable, sad, anxious  or lonely.”

“Boys are taught to be ashamed of feeling vulnerable, sad, anxious or lonely.”

Putting on my father’s armour

As the boy suppresses his real self, he replaces it with a “false self” that fits the Code rules. This constructed self doesn’t allow itself tender feelings, or show them to others. It wears armour.

Pollack characterizes this false self as the “mask of masculinity”-”a mask that most boys and men wear to hide their true inner feelings, and to present to the world an image of male toughness, stoicism, and strength, when in fact they feel desperately alone and afraid.”

As boys, we dare friends to punch us in the stomach and then pretend it doesn’t hurt. We adopt the emotionally flat voice of a Bogart, a Schwarzenegger or Snoop Dogg. We mimic the unfeeling voice and gestures of the Marlboro Man, John Wayne, Mel Gibson and Eminem. Like Prometheus, we never cry, even when the eagle devours our flesh.

Boys hide their hearts because they’ve been brainwashed to believe that their hearts are shameful. Their sense of intrinsic worth-the self esteem that says that I have the right to be who I really am-has been pounded out of them.

The man thus begins a constant quest to prove his worth with a good job, big house, fast car, possessions, portfolio, athletic feats, trophy wife. Forgetting his inherent value as a human being, he begins to see himself as little more than a human doing. He is what he does. He becomes what he achieves. Like the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz, he becomes a hollow man whose life is his work.

Two tragedies result. When achievement falters, such men don’t have a solid sense of self to fall back on. They’re only as good as their last race. The intense pressure on men to achieve is reflected in the health statistics.

The second and more fundamental tragedy begins much earlier, when the young man first accepts that he actually is the mask he projects. Pretending to be what he is not, pretending to feel what he doesn’t, he finally fools himself. At that moment he loses his most crucial relationship: his relationship with himself. Like most men, he becomes unable to identify his real feelings and needs.

Without that connection to self, the young man loses the ability to live his own life.

The sins of the father

It all starts with Dad. Boys learn from their fathers to abandon their hearts. Men are cut off from their emotions because they never saw their fathers express their inner feelings. For generations, fathers have passed down the mask and armour to their sons. Most fathers are either remote or angry with their sons. Shere Hite’s survey of 7,239 men showed that “almost no men” were close to their fathers as they grew up. Leading Australian family therapist Steve Biddulph confirms this, estimating that less than 10 per cent of men are friends with their fathers and see them as a source of emotional support. Of the remainder, Biddulph estimates that 30 per cent don’t speak to their fathers; 30 per cent have prickly or difficult/hostile relationships; and 30 per cent go through the motions of being good sons while discussing nothing deeper than lawnmowers.

Some young modern fathers are beginning to break the mold, choosing to be supportive and nurturing with their sons. But the general rule has been that a father doesn’t teach his son how to connect on an emotional level because the father himself is shut down emotionally. Instead, Dad passes on the Boy Code.

Such a father addresses his son from a height, treating him harshly or coldly. The son learns from this experience to treat his own inner child the same. He learns to speak harshly to himself, in the same voice that his father used. The son’s inner life becomes a place of harshness, coldness, sometimes cruelty. The ugliness of patriarchy is played out inside his head, as he wages a war against his true self.

Just as patriarchy brutalizes women, it brutalizes him. This is the cost of the father’s armour.

Illustrations by Daryl Vocat

Becoming a kind father

Our fathers tried to be heroes. They wanted us to be heroes too. But the life of a hero is, in the end, a tragedy. The armoured hero lives and dies alone. He is a stranger to his own son.

My own father was a harsh, hard-drinking, swearing, tattooed man’s man. He drilled the Boy Code into me, and insisted I wear the masculine armour. But in mid-life, I abandoned the armour and took off the mask. As I passed from hero to mortal, I began to feel again. After decades lost in man’s deep sleep, trapped in patriarchy’s tragic script, I re-established a relationship with myself.

On the dark and dangerous journey back to my own heart, I followed a few simple but profound steps:

  • Saying goodbye to the patriarchal Harsh Father that was in my head, and turning off his criticisms.
  • Becoming a Kind Father to myself, learning to encourage and nurture myself in the way that a healthy parent encourages his children.
  • Learning to pay attention to what I’m feeling, and giving myself permission to experience it.
  • Learning the joy and intimacy that come from speaking what I feel and listening attentively to others.
  • Learning to not escape from feelings into anger.
  • Learning to forgive myself and others.

As I followed this process, I forged a comfortable new relationship with myself. But that was not all. To my surprise, decades after his death, I rediscovered my father’s tender heart.

This essay is adapted from the first chapter of Calvin Sandborn’s book Becoming the Kind Father: A Son’s Journey, published in 2006 by New Society Press and reprinted with permission. Sandborn is Legal Director of the University of Victoria Environmental Law Clinic, and the father of three daughters.

About the illustrations

The images accompanying this article are selected from Daryl Vocat’s Pact for Adventure project. “Pact For Adventure,” Vocat writes, “is part of an ongoing exploration of childhood, morality, and social dynamics. It is a collection of serial images that together chronicle a world that belongs to boys. It hints at a narrative of defiance, confrontation, intimacy, and mystery.”In Pact for Adventure, characters arise from found, manipulated and redrawn Boy Scout illustrations. Removed from their environment, the boys are introduced to a world of ambiguity. Moving toward adulthood, they are left negotiating the space between the world they are from, and the world they have arrived in.

“These characters find freedom in theatrics. They imitate the world they live in, and work toward creating a subculture of their own. Unburdened by conventions, they become fierce, lips curl to grins, and they become outlaws. When no one is watching, they transform, staking claim to a world of their own.”

To view the entire series, go to www.darylvocat.com.

Further reading

I Don’t Want to Talk About It by Terrence Real. Fireside, 1998.

How Can I Get Through to You: Closing the Intimacy Gap Between Men and Women by Terrence Real. Scribner, 2002.

Real Boys by William Pollack. Owl, 1999.

The Courage to Raise Good Men by Olga Silverstein and Beth Rashbaum. Viking, 1994.

Beyond Anger: A Guide for Men by Thomas Harbin. Marlowe and Co., 2000

The Male Stress Syndrome by Georgia Witkin-Lanoil. Berkley, 1988

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cost of a life lesson is one dollar and eighty seven cents

I make breakfast in a very precisely-timed fashion.  I try to make it so that all parts are done at the same time.  Meal timing amuses me.  It’s a fun puzzle to get everything finished all together.  I get in this autopilot mode.  I feel like a Rube Goldberg device.  Until it goes wrong…

We have an ultra awesome snobby low tech groovy coffee vacuum press thing.  Last week I was sick and off my breakfast game.  I was pressing one cup of coffee,  I stirred it and waited for the vacuum to suck.  I flipped eggs and popped the bagel into the toaster.  Our toaster can be a little sketchy (especially since the frosting incident).   Back to the coffee-add more water.

The bagel pops up and it’s burnt.  Damn, I throw it away.  Put another bagel in.  I hate wasting food.  Add black beans to the eggs. Empty grounds out and start next cup of coffee.  Get goat cheese read to go on eggs, green onions and black beans.  Bagel pops up burnt.  I was trying to do the rhythm differently so they didn’t burn but they did.

I felt dumb.  E walks in and I say I burned two bagels.  He turns down the toast setting on the toaster and gives me a kiss on the cheek and grabs his coffee and walks out.  I boggle.

Isn’t it funny that I thought that I was the problem?  I tried to change my rhythms.  I must be wrong.  I am toasting wrong.  Didn’t even occur to me to look outside of myself at the device and see if it needed adjusting.  I frequently try to alter myself to a situation to make it go ok.  I do it a lot less than I used to since I turned in my resignation for being the stage manager of the world.

But it’s my first impulse-what needs to change about me to make everything else ok.  If only I could be better than everything would be ok for everybody.

I burned two bagels and wasted $1.87.  But the price was well worth the reminder.

Boxes of me

A year ago I packed up all of my possessions and put them in my 1991 white Volvo station wagon.  I drove away.  I have to say that I love only having one vehicle worth of possessions.  A new theme in my life is definitely “decadent minimalism”.

So, I was looking at my stuff.  I had all of these containers: survivor, wife, tech business owner, friend, public speaker, spiritual being, event coordinator, party girl, and leader.  I only had one me and I couldn’t stuff all of me in all of these boxes at the same time.  I have always been a lousy packer.  Completely unbalanced.  I mean, I’m the girl that showed up for a week in Florida with some sweaters and no pants.  I’m glad they have stores in Florida.  Anyway, I distracted myself.

In the last year, I’ve emptied everything out of all of those boxes, and dumped it on the floor for me to take a critical look. (someone help me, my metaphors are really bad here.  Maybe its just too many of them?  I think they are now metaphives.  New rule, no blogging before coffee.) I’ve purged so much.  Some of these things I’ve burned out on and so I will trim them down.

How did I get this much stuff?  OK, if I toss out a lot of this party girl I will have a lot more room for friend.  Business owner took up a lot of space, I’ll put that in storage and see if I need it later.  I really liked public speaker and event coordinator, I’ll leave more room for that but I’m going to need another container.  Need to leave space for survivor and spiritual being because that’s constantly evolving.  There are a lot of memories, pain and joy in this wife box.  That one’s going to take a lot of time to work through.

All the segmented parts of me are being integrated, and I am finding there is more space than I thought.  And that there is joy and wisdom in keeping it simple and light.

Sweetest Perfection

You smile and say everything is amazing.  Never better.  You’re tired, that’s all.  You are alternately fortified by forced kindness and sarcasm.  Your relationship is struggling.  But its mostly great, usually.  You think nobody wants to hear you complain.  You don’t want to be a bother.

You are a person of your own making.  You started walking this path.  Can’t turn back now, you think.  What else would you do anyway?  Your wheels are spinning so you must be going somewhere.  And this path is a good one, usually.

So you suit up and show up.  You know your role because you wrote the script.  You are starring in the show and you finally get to direct.  So what about the plot holes, give them a big smile and they may not notice.

Under your perfect, smooth exterior the pressure is building.  Building to a point where something’s gotta change.  The “right thing” – the answer is right around the corner.  Its gotta be.  And then it’ll all be fine.  The seal on your fabricated perfection is tight and nothing will escape it.  Besides it’ll all work out.  It always does, usually.

I see you, sweetie.  I see what you are doing.  I see you wound up and moving forward, getting through it.  I want to throw my arms around you and tell you its ok.  Its ok to admit your struggle.  It’s ok to let them see you sweat.  Its ok to take off your armor and relax, for once.  Its ok to not know.  Its ok to wing it.  Its ok to be sick and tired and scared.  Its ok to ask for help.

Honey, I know.  My stubborn ass has learned the hard way, over and over again I’ve learned this.  In fact, I remember one night I was distraught.  I was accomplishing everything on my life list and I was miserable.  I showed up crying on my BFFs door step and she put me on her couch. My head was in her lap and she stroked my hair.  There were mascara stains down my power suit.  She said, “just because you chose it doesn’t mean you have to love it everyday”.

So I see you.  Perfect you.  And you aren’t perfect because you project that positive image to the world.  You are perfect because under your candy coating you are divinely fallible.  And more people connect to that than your image.  Whether you can see it or not, you are loved and loveable.

I see you.  Perfect you.  And the things you do.  Cause I do it to. When I was falling apart you were there.  So sweet and kind.  I prefer to give than to take too.  We are so alike in so many ways, and I love you.  So choose kindness for yourself and others.  And think about the huge difference between accomplishing your life and living it.  Please reach out and trust.

image vs reality

I’m reading yet another book on healing spiritual abuse.  It’s called Healing Spiritual Abuse.  Author Ken Blue makes a point that when image is more important that reality, an abusive system can flourish.  This enforces the silence required to keep an abusive system alive.  For example, instead of problems being handled they are hushed.  A child fears they will destroy their “perfect” family if they talk about the abuse that happens behind closed doors.  The believer comes to the pastor with real problems, seeking council and comfort, and they are told if they straighten up and had more faith it would be different or that their problems exist because they are in rebellion.

Circumstances like these isolate the individual and teach them they aren’t enough.  They come to believe that they “are” the problem.  Or if they could be different everything would be ok.  If only I didn’t provoke this behavior.   The problem is internalized, guilt and shame flourish.

I’ve taken these lessons in and unfortunately brought it to other areas of my life and duplicated the abusive system internally, much to my own pain and detriment.  “If only I could get over this (core personality feature) then I would be ok.  I could be happy.  Everything for me has always had a moral value.  I’ve been punished for getting sunburns, because I had damaged god’s property.  Everything was always black and white.  For the last year, I’ve been living in the grey and that has been a huge challenge.

When image is more important that reality, you know what to do.  You do what you need to do to make the impression you need to make.  Reality doesn’t really matter.  Life is more complicated for me when reality is in the front.  I have to think more.  I definitely have to feel more.  The world is a lot brighter in it’s grey to me now that it was in the black and white of image.  But it is foggier too.  But the binary system of black and white is a hex (geek joke).  And when what I really need becomes more critical to me than what is expected of me, I have to rethink my motivations and actions from the ground up and the insides out.

Part 6 of 6: She’s got my back

I love her!  She was my 29th birthday present to me.  She’s a symbol of me overcoming fear and giving and accepting the wisdom and protection in the world.

I love having her lurk under my business suits.  I love when she’s out in the sun.  I love it when my bff gets in a mood and paints her with colors.

Some people have told me that she’s not pretty.  And she’s not.  It’s one of the things I love the most about her.  She’s not an ornament for you.  She’s a symbol for me.  She’s who I want to be if I grow up.

Her face is an “in your face” reminder that a path isn’t always pretty.  Pretty isn’t a goal or purpose.  The seeking of wisdom, strength and protection is.  I’m sorry that she made my friend’s toddler cry.  I wonder if she’s now in his nightmares.

We all have fear and when I can face mine, after wrestling with it. I try to turn it into something safe.  It’s getting to a place where I can turn and look fear in the eyes and not get petrified.

Get it...petrified? (drum riff)

Anyway, I guess this whole series was a way to say I’m thinking about getting another tattoo.  I wonder what it will be?

wait…what?

“I’ll support you in whatever you think is right for you”, he says…


How terrifying.

I’m used to doing something because it’s the next rung on the ladder.

Because “they” want it.

Because “They” need it.

Because it’s the right thing to do.

Because it’s the expected thing to do.

Because if I don’t I’ll get in trouble.

Because there’s a deadline.

Because it should be done.

Because it’s here.

Because if I don’t, then nobody will.

Because nobody can do it like I can.

Because the sky is full of shoes.

Because my ass is on fire.

Because OMG client X is going to call and we need to know Y.

“I’ll support you in whatever you think is right for you”, he says…


So wait…My love, acceptance and support aren’t conditional on my choices or actions?

So wait…I have the time and space to see what is right for me?

So wait…Support just is?

So wait…Right for me is now a factor I get to take into account?

So wait…Just a frickin minute!

but

that’s

hard

All that self reflecting?  Setting my own boundaries?  Owning my consequences (good and bad).  There are no external boundaries or demands or expectations?  No performance based acceptance, just support?

(boggle)

I don’t know how I’m supposed to live in these conditions!