Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Divorce
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Relief
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Anger
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
He's Back
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Hmmm
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Denial
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Depressed
Monday, December 15, 2008
Pathetic
Breaking no contact
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Love Bomb
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Validation
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Victim
I realize now when I use the word "submissive" this is what I mean.
I always considered myself a strong and independent person because I have always taken care of myself and others and never depended financially or physically on anyone.
But now I realize I am emotionally submissive.
I know I need to set boundaries. I know I need to retain my person power. I just don't know HOW.
I wish I could find a counselor. It's so intimidating and confusing to seek one out. And expensive. :(
I just feel like I need to talk to someone who is trained and can help me figure out a path to recovery.
Monday, December 8, 2008
What to Do
When I read all this I know I’m too sensitive. I don’t know what to do about it. How can I express my true feelings and be in touch with them when I don’t think they’re valid? If I know I’m overreacting or being too sensitive then I feel like I have to repress it.
I want to be a “real” person. I want to be able to engage in emotional give and take in a reciprocal and not unbalanced fashion. I don’t want to be so protective of myself. I want to be able to trust people and not be afraid of criticism. I want to DO things in my life and not just think about them. I want to finish projects, develop real skills, do things based on my quality of life and not others approval. I want to really be able to give. Not just do things for other people or buy them gifts but truly give to them and be present with them and in my own life. I want to be a solid person and not just reactive. I want to be kind and warm.
I don’t know how to get there yet. But I have to start coming from a place of genuineness and not selfishness. I have to risk myself but also take care of myself the right way—with boundaries.
I have to start small and build. I know there is something real in me. I know I don’t have to live trying to make others love me and live with all this drama. I know I can save myself somehow and start to feel things again and be healthy and not numb.
Boundaries
Boundaries
I have very poor boundaries. I let people talk me into doing things I do not want to do. I am not intimate enough with those close to me and over share with people I am not close to. I feel I cannot reveal my true self to my parents for fear they won’t approve of me.
I feel like my mother violated my boundaries and my sibling’s boundaries constantly. I have violated my sibling’s boundaries, especially the oldest of my younger brothers, and violated the boundaries of my romantic partners.
I try to control people or I go too far in the other direction. This is what I witnessed in my mother.
I am often passive-aggressive or avoid people for fear of being controlled and made to do things I do not want to do.
Sexuality
Sexuality
I have always been very interested and curious about sex but had very tight boundaries with people outside my family that kept me from experimenting as a child.
My actual sexuality is something I have been ashamed of. My father dropped me when I hit puberty, my mother still ignored me . I was teased by my grandmother for wearing a bra and teased by my cousins when my period started. My period kept me from swimming and doing things I wanted like my younger siblings.
My mother never taught me to fix my hair or wear makeup or dress nicely etc. I looked terrible as a child and didn’t know what to do with myself as a teen.
I preferred male clothing. Baggy t-shirts and jeans. When I was married to my husband I would wear his clothes. The thought of wearing something that showed my figure made me anxious beyond belief.
When I was in third grade I was terrified I had boogers and walked around with my hand over my face. In 5th grade I suddenly became afraid people were looking at my butt and I started wearing big shirts to cover it. I have had negative fixations on parts of my body at times that make me believe this may be chemical.
It was only after High School I started wearing dresses. It was not until I moved to Tuscaloosa I started experimenting with clothing and started wearing makeup.
I feel I have a better grasp of what looks good on me and what “works” at this point more than any other point in my life. But I still don’t know what to do with my hair or oily face.
I am still afraid of my sexuality. My most recent ex said I wasn’t sexy and didn’t flirt. When I see sexy girls now I feel bad about myself because I know that’s what he wanted.
I don’t think I have the confidence or self esteem to flirt. With my poor boundaries it may lead to something I don’t want. And I feel like I’m promising something I may not be able to live up to.
I don’t know how to dress sexy. I am too tall for heels.
I think I have a lot of negative associations with my sexuality and wanted it to disappear so my father would love me and my Uncle wouldn’t stare at my breasts or tell me he saw my panties through my skirt.
I was always afraid to look like I put any effort into my appearance for fear someone would say I was ugly or ridiculous after I had tried hard not to be.
I think this attitude went for other areas in my life I was afraid to put effort into as well.
Control
Control
I have control issues. I don’t think they are as overt and bad as some people I have met but they are a big problem for me. It’s hard for me to trust or feel safe. I over analyze people and situations to death. I don’t do a good job of controlling myself or my life but I tend to want to control others. Especially my family or my romantic partners. Both of my most serious romantic partners were very out of control and made my anxiety very high.
Intimacy
Intimacy
I have worked since I was 15 to make sure I wasn’t dependent on my parents and could take care of myself. I am very afraid to rely on anyone, especially in any financial way.
I am also terrified of relying on them emotionally because they have the power to hurt me. I find it very difficult to trust people. The people I have trusted have ended up hurting me despite my efforts to protect myself.
I often assume being submissive will make the other person feel sorry for me and take responsibility for me and care for me and not hurt me.
I have a lot of trouble emotionally engaging in an appropriate way with people. It’s either too much or not enough. I do not have appropriate emotional boundaries.
I have friends but usually they are dynamic outgoing people who have sort of “adopted” me for some reason.
Reality
Reality
I tend to let other people define my reality. I have a lot of trouble trusting myself. I think this comes from my mother violating my boundaries and controlling me.
I remember feeling upset and she'd tell me I wasn’t upset or I didn’t know what being upset was or she’d give me something to be sad about if I kept it up etc.
I even remember thinking I smelled something good and my parents laughing at me and telling me it was a bad smell and so I felt scared to trust that I knew what smelled good.
My parents often teased and made fun of me. I was sensitive and I learned this was a bad thing. From childhood my goal has been to be “tough” and numb out things that hurt me and now all I want is to feel emotions again.
I would go to my mother for emotional comfort or help and she could never give it to me. As a child she was very physically affectionate but that stopped when I got older.
Even as an adult sometimes I feel that I need my mother but I knew my real mother cannot provide the emotional support I need.
I let both my exes warp my reality all the time. I would say something was wrong and they would say it wasn’t. And later I would find out they knew it was but were just trying to get me to go along with it.
Approval
Approval
I used to have a lot of religious flip-flopping as a kid. I would become very religious and then backslide. I think this was for approval. I would feel good when I became religious because I felt like I was doing the right thing and everyone in society and my parents and God approved of me.
I find it hard to take criticism.
When I create something or do something I usually want immediate positive feedback. I put in little effort and want a lot of results.
I want people to like me and often will repress my own opinions and desires. I have a lot of trouble being assertive because I’m afraid it will be taken negatively.
Often I am motivated by approval or praise. I can feel “recharged” and feel new energy to complete work projects etc.
When we were first dating my most recent ex would often be encouraging in a "leader" type way when we were running or working on something and he would tell me I was doing a good job and it meant a huge amount to me.
Anger
Anger
As a child and teenager I had a bad temper. As an adult I learned that we feel angry when we feel victimized. I am usually able to keep my anger under control now by assessing whether or not I am truly a victim in a situation and if not, how to change my viewpoint.
I feel guilty for being angry. Even though I could be legitimately angry at my most recent ex I find ways to believe that I am responsible for situations and therefore it is not really his fault. He also encouraged this by always twisting things to be my fault. I did not feel that I had a right to ask for him to meet my needs.
I am terrified of people being angry at me. I will go to great lengths to avoid this. Both my parents had bad tempers. I learned to do whatever I could to avoid my mother’s temper. I stopped asking for money for field trips. Often I would anticipate and dread dealing with her about something and she would be completely calm. I never knew what would set her off.
She was either too controlling or completely numb and disengaged. There was no middle ground. She would fight with me and engage me on a childlike level instead of being the adult in the situation.
My most recent ex's anger terrified me. I felt like (and still feel like) his anger erases all love. That he could not possibly love me and be angry at me. And my anxiety made him angry, things I said without thinking made him angry, often I could not predict what he would be angry about. He walked away from me once for something I didn’t know would make him angry and there were times I anticipated his anger and he wasn’t angry at all.
Guilt
Guilt
Parents
Guilty for being angry at them as a child and teenager
Guilty because I could see they were like lost children and I could see their brokenness. I was angry but I felt like my anger exposed who they really were and that made me feel guilty.
My father has a lot of guilt and that makes me feel guilty.
When I was a kid and would become religious they would tell me how proud they were but then I would feel guilty because I was leaving them behind. I felt like they were going to Hell and I wasn’t. So I would purposefully try to stop being so “good” so that I didn’t have to feel guilty.
My Husband
I felt guilty for divorcing him. He was so dependent on me I felt like I had abandoned a child. At first the guilt was more than I could bear and almost destroyed me. Only after finding out he cheated on me twice (I found this out 3 years after our divorce) could I completely let go of my guilt.
Most Recent Ex
Very similar to my parents. I felt guilty that I may not be in love with him. I felt guilty for recognizing his brokenness. It made me feel sorry for him and I tried to protect him from seeing who he really was. I felt guilty for breaking up with him even though he had physically and emotionally abandoned me.
I feel guilty for moving on because I feel that if I find someone who meets my needs it will be a validation of how broken he was.
Others
I felt and feel guilty for avoiding my grandmother as a teen and adult and for not emotionally engaging with her. She often tried to manipulate me with guilt.
I have felt guilty for avoiding friends and co-workers and students when they needed my emotional engagement
I have guilt for not keeping in touch with my former step son and for divorcing his father
I often feel guilt at work for not being productive enough
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Appearances
Who am I? What is that emptiness in me?
When my anger is gone I feel like I failed him. I wasn't good enough for him. That he had already abandoned me before I ever broke up with him.
I can't change myself just by thinking about it. What can I do?
I had another horrifying realization today.
I loved photos of me and the ex. I created entire happy, alternate realities with those photos.
I did the same thing with my stepson in my marriage. Photos of unhappy or boring events take on a life of their own and memory is reinvented.
Then I realized--I also do this with my vita. I LOVE how good I look on paper. It's like a game to publish and present and bulk it up.
I love my monthly work reports.
But I feel like I'm tricking people. This isn't really me.
I loved the camera. It is so much easier to take photos of people than to actually engage socially with them and usually you are praised later for the great photos.
What does this mean?! Am I a narcissist?
I have no emotions. I cannot engage with reality and others in a meaningful way. I "get by" and do the least amount of work for the most recognition.
I love inventing myself on blogs or online forums. When people meet me they often say, "You're nothing like you are online."
I just assume they haven't gotten to know me yet.
Now I'm not so sure.
This is really, really frightening.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Backsliding
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Wanted
A wink from another man at the gas station sent a rush through me.
I have forgotten what that feels like.
I am afraid but also curious. What would it feel like to be wanted again?
I asked myself today how I ended up with the most recent ex for almost 3 years.
When we met we were both going through divorces so the first year was taken up with the novelty of the new relationship and our divorces.
The second year we lived together and then we searched for a home to buy.
The third year was settling into our new home.
And during all of this there was drama with his ex, drama with his drinking, drama with his school and work, etc.
So drama makes time fly.
I guess.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
No Contact Part II
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Narcissistic Supply
No Contact
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Compassion
First Post
The long term relationship I had before that was an 11 year relationship with a man who had bi-polar disorder.
I have created this blog to explore what brought me into the relationships I have had, what my family relationships have been like and what I can do to become a stronger and more whole person so that I do not end up in another dysfunctional relationship that is harmful to me.