evile: (clutter)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1MPmbD4JJU

I do not have a great deal of organic memory; I don't generally remember my childhood, I don't remember vast quantities of my past. A lot of the objects in my home I can look at or hold and say "Oh, yeah, this was from my dorm room in college, " and a few slivers of memory will come back. I am 53 now and I know that most of my life wasn't important or meaningful to anyone but me, and when I die it will be gone, and none of the objects will be meaningful for anyone and will be a burden of clutter for someone to have to sort through and get rid of. and yet I still can't get rid of it. I kept journals too....which I don't even care to look at or read ...but can't force myself to trash. 😕 I hate being like this and I know I don't matter*....but I still can't effing clean up. [posted in FB yesterday, still thinking about it]

* re: "I don't matter" - I guess I've been trying to think of myself and my life in terms of 'legacy' more lately...my dad left....just stuff. his mom also left...just stuff (Great Depression survivor, she was a serious hoarder. I think my dad mostly got too sick to keep things like mail and dry cleaning  under control, and was also buying into prepper /doomsday stuff there towards the end.)  My dad's dad left art. Which I think mostly is ruined now from sitting in various houses, buildings, sheds, with heat and wet and whatever. He did paint a mural on a big post office in Oklahoma City at one point. I don't know if it's still there, or if there's even a record of it. Kind of a 'Frederik Remington' style cowboys and indians scene.  Anyway.... my mother is leaving more of what I'd consider 'legacy' - she has written a lot of plays, had them performed here and there when she was teaching and involved with various schools and libraries. She has also created lot of art  kind of folk art 'altars' encapsulating various people and experiences.  

A lot of people consider their children and grandchildren to be their 'legacy'....I don't have that. My legacy is an absence - choosing not to have kids is ending 3 or more generations of alcoholism, suicide, depression, and dysfunction & whatever underlying personality disorders caused or arose from said behaviors/addictions/biochemical imbalances.

Anyhoo....things to consider. Stuff as an anchor for memory which is otherwise unfindable, and who does it matter to whether or not I remember any of it? Who will it matter to when I'm gone? Why should I care?


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 quick little tinfoil hat moment and then I have to go make supper: This is what I'm afraid of for tomorrow's FL court appearance by the former potus.
if the GOP was smart and strategic and not completely bugnuts, off the rails, spineless, and clueless, here's how I fear they'd play tomorrow:
Stage a big Jan 6 type crazy to-do at the FL courthouse where DJT is going to be arraigned. ("now hiring crisis actors!! $88 an hour!") Big dustup, lots of noise. Maybe DJT is KIA or just wounded or maybe just disappears in all the chaos and confusion (maybe cuddled back to the ample but rotting teat of Mother Russia). Some of the wackiest of the wackadoo domestic terrorist individuals/orgs get taken off the board. They were useful idiots for a while but the GOP is getting its house in order now. The REAL stormtroopers are ready to go.(the ones with badges and titles and military training who've been there all along) 
DeSatan "is forced to" send in the national guard to get things settled. He comes out looking like a big damn hero. Maybe singlehandedly saves a small blonde girl from certain death or something.GOP talks him up, plays it up, parades him around*, puts $zillions$$ into his campaign war chest. Everyone is awed and amazed at how he "put politics aside" and rose to the occasion. From Meatball to Hero Sub!  Gee gosh darn whillikers, he just seems so goshdarn presidential. (not a high bar anymore, really) Think Rudy Giuliani "Americas Mayor" after 9/11 type stuff. EVERYONE is gonna love him, all of the sudden. Maybe even you.

*You probably won't hear him speak too often; he's still got all the charisma and charm of a greasy cold meatball, but you'll see a lot of ads with him walking around or standing around looking heroic, with Action Movie strong man voiceover stuff about flags and patriotism and heroes and 'times call for men like this,' dialing wayyyyy back on the anti-woke hateful messages and just doing patriotic platitudes about coming together for the sake of the nation, footage of waving flags, crying eagles, jets flying, sunsets, amber waves of grain, saluting soldiers, all that stuff that fills the patriotic heart with national pride, swelling orchestral grandiose music, you get the picture.

DeSatan wins 2024 because the Dems don't want to run anyone but Sleepy Joe (because he's giving corporate Amerikkka everything it's ever wanted and just making weak kitten noises towards things like healthcare, infrastructure, housing, debt relief, the environment, minimum wage, etc.) and the aforementioned FL insurrection/crisis/uprising that DeSatan handled so heroically & made everyone love him.
 
Then we get the 4th Reich right here in good old USA, to thunderous applause and the waving of made-in-China American Flags. Off to the camps with the commies and the Mexicans and the blacks and the queers and the wokes and the undesirables. Maybe even you.
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Is it wrong to send a sarcastic Mother's Day card (seen in the Narcissism Recess space) to my narcissistic mother, who constantly scrutinizes my thoughtful, expensive gifts, dismisses them, and asks me to return them as they don't meet her standards?

Wrong for whom, or what reason? I mean, there’s no law saying that you have to observe Mothers' Day in any way whatsoever.

If you are still chasing approval or affection from the defective creature who birthed you, you more than likely know on some level that’s not going to happen, and this has created a bitter need to hurt the person who hurts you by dismissing and rejecting your attempts to please them.

If you want a reaction or a conflict in lieu of any softer form of acknowledgement, yes, you will likely get a rise by sending a rude card. But, stop and ask yourself what you hope to accomplish in the long run with this gesture.

I suspect this impulse is coming from your wounded inner child and I suspect that grown-up you knows such an impulse is foolish and destructive, even if it gives you some temporary satisfaction to ‘put her in her place’ or 'get her goat'.

If someone has dismissed and rejected your attempts at kindness and generosity, you are not obligated to gift them or acknowledge them in any way any more. You can still send a card or give that person a call to say hello, but it is best for your own healing and for your sweet, hurt inner child, to keep contact with that person as brief and impersonal as possible, given what you now know about your mother. You don't have to let other people's ill treatment of you make you into a person who is mean and deliberately cruel. If you become a monster too, then the monster wins.

On this Mother’s Day, nurture and love your inner child with something special for yourself, be it brunch with friends, time with a child, animal,  garden, or some other young life you can give ‘mothering’ energy to, time with a person who gives you nurturing and ‘mothering’ energy, a quiet walk in nature, a day with a good book and delicious warm tea, or some other healing, healthy activity for yourself. Just for you. Give yourself the mothering you wish you had gotten, and the gratitude and kindness you wish you had received.



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 I think my friend Joe Mason aka Joe SubG told me about this game in college (DePauw-1991 to 1995).  I think there was a whole thing on the college VAX where everyone was coming up with the worst/best Teen Angst poetry they could. The rules are: it has to have something sharp, something black, blood, and end with "I am so alone" . Very silly. And, like listening to Morrissey, so over the top mopey and morose, they somehow cheer ya up!

I found a page of some of mine:
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I dreamt a black metal rose
razor-petals drawing blood
as I wept, "Loves me
Loves me not," 
the last petal cut out my heart
I am so alone.

Lying passive in my coffin
feeling the blood rot in my veins
I waited for a stake
I am so alone.

What I really want to do
is just fall into a black abyss,
with sharp-fanged snakes at
the bottom, waiting to taste my blood
I am so alone.

The words bit into my flesh
like knives, drawing tears like blood
This night, I am so alone.

Writhing in Nightmare,
cat-o-nine-tails tering my flesh
I bleed, and you laugh.
I am so alone.

Blood in moonlight seems black
watching it clot on this knife
my family of pale corpses
I killed them.
I am so alone.

Indianapolis is dark
and cold, like my bleeding 
heart after what you said
your sharp words
I am so alone.

Why did I sayI loved you
when the words cut my tongue
as I said them? Your dark kisses tasted
like blood  that first night.
I am so alone.

A bloody knife with a black handle.
I am so alone.

Weeping black tears,
I drag myself away from
the bloody spot on the bed
where you impaled me.
I am so alone.

Your eyes have depths I'll never see
Your heart has places I'll never touch
Dark emptiness in both
eyes and heart. Blood rushes through your veins
Jagged glass is all around.
I am so alone.

The ice cream truck is black today
And eerily silent as it goes slowly
down the street. Same route it always
takes, only this time holding a bloodless
corpse. The driver's teeth are sharp. 
The ice cream truck stops at my house.
I am so alone

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Good article. Touches on some of what I've found, felt, discovered re: forgiveness. Unfortunately, mostly, it's not a matter of the other person acknowleging harm or changing their behavior, atoning, or doing better.    It's just me deciding that I didn't deserve to be treated that way, I am safe and gone from that person, and I'm not going to keep hurting myself by re-telling the story of what happened and how it made me feel.

I can't, or won't, be close with the person who did harm and didn't care enough to recognize it, regret it, apologize, make amends, change behavior...but I don't need to be.  It's OK for that person to either be gone from my life, or if they are family, to be on a very removed level. 

It's wierd to get to a point in life to recognize that in a lot of ways you've matured past  a parent, grandparent, or other elder member....and it's OK to feel affection and kindness for a person who wasn't what you needed as a child, and will never be.  Still sad, but not world ending.


https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/tech-support/201612/should-you-forgive-your-unloving-mother

"I think forgiveness is a personal choice, and there is no yes or no answer. I think that no matter how I or anyone else defines the word forgiveness, to me, it feels like it excuses what was done, and I just can't use that word."

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There’s probably no subject more fraught than the question of forgiveness in a situation where you feel deeply wronged or betrayed. It’s especially true when the question is asked in regard to a mother whose cardinal responsibility was to love and take care of you, and who failed you in ways that matter, the effects of which stay with you from childhood into adulthood. “To err is human, to forgive divine,” wrote Alexander Pope, and that's essentially a cultural trope: The ability to forgive, particularly in the wake of egregious hurt or violation, is usually understood as a marker of moral and spiritual evolution, endowed with specific authority by its inclusion in the Judeo-Christian tradition, specifically in the Lord’s Prayer.

 

Recognizing cultural bias is important because an unloved daughter will feel pressured to forgive her mother. That pressure can come from close friends, acquaintances, relatives, strangers, and even a therapist; her efforts to forgive may be fueled by her need to show herself as morally superior to her mother as well.

 

But even though there seems to be a consensus that forgiveness constitutes the high road, there’s also a fair amount of confusion about what forgiveness is and isn’t. Does it absolve a person of wrongdoing or excuse him or her? Or is it about something else? Is forgiveness about the other person or is it about the person professing it? Is It about letting go of anger? Does forgiving give you an advantage that vengefulness doesn’t? Or does it turn you into a patsy or an enabler? These are questions we have tried to answer for years.

 

[The quotations in this post are from readers on my Facebook page to whom I posed the question: “Should you forgive your mother?”]

The Psychology of Forgiveness

"I'm getting to the point of genuine forgiveness because I can't hang on to my abusive past if I want a better future. It doesn't excuse the things she did to me, but I deserve the freedom to have peace and love in my heart that I never learned from her."

 

At the beginning of their history, humans were more likely to survive in groups than as singletons or couples, so it’s theorized that forgiveness emerged as a prosocial behavior; revenge or retribution doesn’t just separate you from the transgressor and his allies but might, in fact, run counter to the communal interests of the tribe. In an article by Jeni L. Burnette and colleagues, the researchers hypothesize that forgiveness as a strategy might have evolved as a function of calculating the risks of revenge against the possible benefits of the relationship. The thinking goes like this: The younger guy has poached your mate from your tribe of hunters and gatherers, but it occurs to you that he is also one of the strongest men in the tribe and very useful in flood season. What should you do? Use revenge as a deterrent against future encroachments or bet on the value of his future cooperation and go with forgiveness? In a series of experiments, the team found that, among college students, there was a calculation of exploitation risk and relationship vale which fostered considering forgiveness.

 

"Almost always, when someone wants you to forgive them their mistreatment of you, they really mean, 'Stay in the relationship with me so you can continue to fill my ego needs.' Walk away, or run from them and do not look back. Burn bridges and boats if you must, but do not let them back into your life. You do not owe them forgiveness, redemption, atonement, or enlightenment at your expense."

 

Other studies show that certain personality traits actually make some people more likely to forgive—or, more precisely, more prone to believe in forgiveness as a helpful and useful strategy after they've been wronged. An article by Michael McCullough suggests that people who thrive in the realm of relationships are more forgiving, as are people who are emotionally stable and those who are more religious and spiritual. The researchers also assert that specific psychological processes are at play when people forgive: Empathy for the transgressor, the ability to give the transgressor the benefit of the doubt (being generous in both the appraisal of the wrongdoer’s behavior and the severity of the wrong itself), and the tendency not to ruminate about the betrayal or wrong. Although the article doesn’t mention attachment, it’s worth noting that the insecurely attached woman—a common byproduct of a childhood in which your emotional needs weren’t met—isn’t likely to be able to process events in these ways.

A meta-analytic review suggests that there’s a connection between self-control and forgiveness, the thinking being that since the impulse to be vengeful is more “primitive,” being constructive instead is a sign of self-control. (Frankly, this sounds like the cultural bias at work but more on that anon.)

 

The Kiss of the Porcupine and Other Insights

"How can you forgive a mother who not only refuses to acknowledge the hurt you suffered by her actions, but is shocked that you think your childhood was painful and she was cruel to you? I refuse to validate her treatment of me. I choose to self-parent and love the child within. I love her and care for her the way she deserves, with kindness and time and care. This takes so much energy and thought and is, at times, difficult. If only I was parented well to begin with. How can I possibly let go of myself and prove her right with my forgiveness? I do not hang on to a bucket of burden and hate, I have worked through and processed my emotions around my childhood and will continue to do so by keeping the little me close but I cannot offer forgiveness to her while she is in denial of her mean cruel treatment of me."

Frank Fincham, an expert on forgiveness, offers up the image of two kissing porcupines as emblematic of the human conundrum. Imagine the two on a frigid night, snuggling to stay warm, enjoying the closeness, until someone’s quill pierces the other’s skin. Ouch! Because humans are social creatures, we make ourselves vulnerable to ouch moments in our quest for intimacy. Fincham carefully parses what forgiveness is and isn’t, and his definitions are worth keeping in mind.

 

Forgiveness isn’t denial or pretending that the hurt didn’t happen. In fact, it confirms the hurt because forgiveness wouldn’t otherwise be warranted. Additionally, forgiveness confirms the act or transgression as intentional since unintentional acts don’t require forgiveness. For example, when a limb from your neighbor’s tree smashes your car’s windshield, no forgiveness is required. But when your neighbor takes a limb and smashes your windshield out of anger, you’re in different territory.

 

Forgiveness, Fincham argues, doesn’t imply reconciliation or reunion; while it’s true that reconciliation requires forgiveness, you can forgive someone and still have nothing to do with them in the future. Finally—and this seems especially important—forgiveness isn’t a single act, but a process. It requires managing the negative emotions that are a consequence of the act and substituting goodwill for the impulse to strike back. It’s a process that involves a considerable amount of emotional and cognitive work and so, as Fincham notes, the statement, “I am trying to forgive you,” is particularly true and meaningful.

 

Does Forgiveness Always Work?

"I have forgiven my mother time and time again. I went back hoping for a different outcome but, alas, it never happened. I understand she wasn't born this person—that things happened, choices were made, something is broken inside her. I feel she's too far gone in this persona of me, me, me. It was a revolving door for me. I tried to get away but then some crisis would arise and of course I was right there to save the day because that's who I am and she was my mom. Then the crisis would pass and things went back to 'normal.' I lived this way for way too long. I have finally cut ties and phone numbers."

 

I think you already know the answer to the question of whether forgiveness always works, either from personal experience or anecdote: The short answer is it does not. Let’s turn to research to understand the downside to forgiveness; an article appropriately titled “The Doormat Effect” can be considered a cautionary tale for daughters considering both forgiving their mothers and remaining in the relationship.

 

In a bit of contrarian research—the vast majority of studies look at the benefits of forgiveness—Laura Luchies, Eli Finkel, and others looked at whether forgiveness was as universal a panacea as it appeared. Not altogether surprisingly, they found that forgiveness is only beneficial when certain conditions are met—that is, when the transgressor has made amends and worked to change his or her behavior. If that happens, then the self-concept and self-respect of the forgiving person remain intact. But when the offender doesn’t—or, even worse, sees forgiveness as an open invitation to keep breaching the trust in the relationship—the person’s self-concept is understandably eroded and he or she will feel used and stupid. Despite the body of research seeming to recommend forgiveness as a panacea, they wrote:

 

"[T]he responses of both victims and perpetrators are influential following a betrayal. Victims’ self-respect and self-concept clarity are determined not only by their own decision whether to forgive or not but also by their perpetrators’ decision whether to act in a manner that signals that the victim will be safe or valued or not.”

 

Unless your mother has come to the table, openly acknowledged her treatment of you, and vowed to work with you to change her ways, it may well be that forgiving is just a way of re-establishing your status as a doormat.

Daughters, the Dance of Denial, and Forgiveness

"Yes! You've expressed well what I have experienced. Part of this forgiveness is the recognition that I am not going to get the love I want from my mother and I STOP WORKING FOR IT. Then I allow myself to find love where it truly is instead of where it isn't. Then there is peace in my own heart!"

 

Clinicians and researchers agree that forgiveness of transgressions is a cornerstone of maintaining intimate relationships, especially marriage, but that certain caveats do apply: The relationship must be one of equals, without an imbalance of power, and with equal investment and recognition of the benefits of the connection. By definition, the relationship between the mother and the unloved child isn’t one of equals, not even if the daughter is an adult. She still wants and needs the maternal love and support she didn’t get.

 

Forgiveness may actually get in the way of the daughter’s appreciation of how she’s been wounded and her healing. It can become part of what I call the dance of denial—the explanations that rationalize and normalize her mother’s words and actions: “She doesn’t know she’s hurting me,” “Her own childhood was lousy so she doesn’t know any better,” “I’m probably too sensitive like she says.” Because the ability to forgive is considered a sign of moral worthiness—setting you apart from the grudge-holders of the world—a daughter may unconsciously believe that showing herself worthy in this way will finally get her what she wants: Her mother’s love.

 

So it might not be about whether you forgive your mother, but when you do and your deepest motivation for doing so.

Forgiveness After Going No Contact

"Forgiveness comes with healing, and healing begins with honesty and self-love. And by forgiveness, I don't mean saying, 'It's OK what you did because I see you just made a mistake and you had no bad intentions.' That's the 'normal' kind of forgiveness that we exercise every day, because we as humans are flawed and we do make mistakes. But this kind of forgiveness is different. This forgiveness is saying, 'I see the truth of what you did, it was horrible and unacceptable, and has caused me irreparable harm; but I am moving on with my healing in life and letting you go.' That is the forgiveness I am working toward as I heal from severe traumas. But again, forgiveness is not the goal. Healing is the goal. Forgiveness comes as a result of healing."

 

Many unloved daughters speak of forgiveness as a final step in letting go; it seems less about forgiving their mothers than choosing to no longer focus on them. It’s true that continuing to feel anger—feeling the active sting of how miserably your mother treated you, the ongoing appreciation of how terribly unfair it was that she was your mother in the first place—keeps you emotionally in the relationship even if you’ve abandoned it. In this scenario, forgiveness becomes the ultimate act of disengagement.

 

One daughter, though, was careful to draw a distinction between forgiveness and disengagement, a point of view worth considering:

"Here's the thing: I'm not turning the other cheek and offering the olive branch (ever again). The closest I can get to forgiveness is 'let go of the story' in the Buddhist sense. Ruminating about it builds a rut in the brain, so I stay in the moment. When I catch myself thinking about it, I come back to the present moment, perhaps by focusing on my breath. Again and again and again. As many times as it takes. Depression is thinking about the past and anxiety is thinking about the future. Mindfulness has been the answer. Compassion also stops the rut-building process in the brain, so I think about what must have happened to my mother. But I do that for the benefit of my brain. Forgiveness? No."

 

The decision to forgive your mother is complex, and depends on motivations and intentions perhaps more than not. I’m often asked if I’ve forgiven my own mother; the truth is that I haven’t. I find intentional cruelty toward children an unforgivable act, and she certainly was guilty of that, so no forgiveness there. But if one component of forgiveness is letting go, that’s another matter. The truth is that I never, ever think about my mother unless I am writing about her. In a sense, that’s the ultimate disengagement.

 

Many thanks to my readers on Facebook who contributed their words and thoughts.

Copyright © 2016 Peg Streep

Visit me on Facebook. These ideas are fully explained in my book, Daughter Detox: Recovering from an Unloving Mother and Reclaiming Your Life. You may also want to read Mean Mothers: Overcoming the Legacy of Hurt.

 

References

Burnette, Jeni L., Michael E. McCullough, Daryl R, Van Tongeren, and Don E. Davis “Forgiveness Results from integrating Information about Relationship Value and Exploitation Risk,” Personality and Social Psychology Bulletin (2012), 38 (3), 345-356.

McCulllough, Michael E. “Forgiveness: Who Does It and How Do They Do It?,”Current Directions in Psychological Science, (December, 2001) vol. 10, no. 6, 194-197.

Burnette, Jeni L, Erin K. Davisson, Eli J. Finkel et al. “Self Control and Forgiveness: A Meta-Analytic Review, “Social Psychology and Personality Science (2014), vol. 5 (4), 443-450.

Fincham, Frank,” The Kiss of the Porcupines: From Attributing Responsibility to Forgiving,” Personal Relationships (2000), 7, 1-23.

Luchies, Laura B. and Eli J. Finkel, James K. McNulty and Madoka Kumashiro, "The Doormat Effect: When Forgiveness Erodes Self-Respect and Self-Concept Clarity," Journal of Personality and Social Psychology (2010), vol.98, no. 5, 734-749.

Fincham, Frank D., Julie Hall and Steven R.H. Beach, “Forgiveness in Marriage:Current Status and Future Directions,” Family Relations, 55 (October 2006), 415-427.

done.

Jan. 13th, 2023 09:24 am
evile: (taurusgirl)
 Well, I finished cutting & pasting all my Quora answers over here to Dreamwidth. It was a journey.  I think overall I give pretty good advice.  If I was writing it as a book, I could or should edit the personal anecdotes out, they're not great.  I think I am finally done with re-telling some of the stories of my past that I'd been keeping around to hurt myself with. I don't have a great memory so I don't remember things all the time, and some things I'm sure not at all (but I've kept journals since 1984 or so)  but sometimes things come up and then  that brings up other memories...just all the bad stuff connected to that person or situation. So I'm going to stop retelling and stop dragging those up anymore. It's unhlepful.  As always with such things, retelling the story of other people being shitty only serves to highlight my own shittiness. Ain't that a bitch. (On the plus side, these old stories seem to have lost their 'gut punch'  over time. The words are there but the feelings related to the events are more-or-less gone, other than lingering shame and self disgust over letting people get my goat)

I never know what to think or feel once I get done with a project like that; there are past 'me's that I think were really wonderful--like, I got my shit together, I had a good balance between work and home and friends and things I like to do and things I have to do and I managed to keep it all going,  all those spinning plates....and I wish I knew where she went, and then there are past 'mes' that are rather excruciating to re-experience--small, cruel, petty,vicious, selfish, unkind, just ick.  Overall, it reminds me or reveals to me that I'm falling short of the person I'd like to be and that the person I was and more than likely am...is not a very likeable person.  Accepting that, and going forward with integrity is the goal. If I can like myself that will be great. I mean, disliking or being uncomfortable with past-me and past behavior is maybe a good sign that  I've grown some? Maybe? Hope so.








2023

Jan. 1st, 2023 03:55 pm
evile: (taurusgirl)
2022 recap...not much.

Started the year at 236 lbs, ended at 245.

Got Covid in July.

Got my work contract extended in May and again in November.

Liam died in mid October.

Brother A got out of prison and came to live with us in late October.

Thax and I went with Boba and Sunny to Port A at the beginning of December.

Went wine tasting with Russ and the gang in Dec.

Xmas with Thaxs sisters & fam. 37th st Holiday lights with Russ and fam.
My resolutions for 2022 were:
 
  • haircut once a month (mostly did this one),
     
  • manicure once a month (zero),
  • massage once a month (zero),
  • exercise every other day (nope),
  • training for the dogs (nope),
  • try cryotherapy (nope),
  • side yard beautification (I have done nothing, but A has been working on it since he moved in)
 
 
 
 

2023 isn't starting well. I had made some short grain rice yesterday, added mirin, and put in the fridge to make Musubi today. This morning I was making the musubi and I ended up spilling my coffee all over myself and into the rice I'd made. i only made one musubi, drenched the nori, just a mess. So, put the rest of the sliced spam in the fridge and maybe I'll try again and maybe I'll just rage-eat the salty meat at some point for spite and self hate.

There's a dead dog in the park and then we also found a dead squirrel in a yard in the neighborhood, all on our first dog walk of the new year. We called 311 for the dog. The dingdong who answered suggested we move it out to the curb for Austin Resource Recovery to collect. Thax said 'no'. The dog looked to be about Boba's size, probably 50-60 lb, also looked to have been either buried and then unearthed by scavengers (coyotes?) and/or dismembered/cut in half. I wasn't about to get a closer look. It was near the big oak tree that is on one side of the basketball court near a picnic table, between the tree and the sidewalk that goes between the creek and the basketball/picnic/big tree. I was walking, kind of absentmindedly trying to get my Pokemon Go! up and running, Sunny kind of lunged towards it which made me look up and see the poor thing. I turned around and walked back the way we had come, telling Thax we were going to go a different way. A city of Austin truck was in the parking lot, she was just a regular trash collector, so didn't have the tools (nor, I
 think, the physical strength it would have taken) to move the dog. I texted our next door neighbors to see if they had any 'caution' tape. There were people walking in the park, dogs and strollers. Thax warned a couple who drove up and got out of their car with a pizza not to go down to that particular table for their picnic.

We continued our walk and Sunny found a dead squirrel in someone's yard.  Then we came across a bunch of jays screaming in the trees overhead. Didn't see a cat, or a baby on the ground, or any feathers, so I don't know what they were fussing about.   Bad omens for sure.

Been reading about  tesofensine,  a triple reuptake inhibitor (depression med) that has a side effect of weight loss. I am hesitating between just ordering it online for $250 for 30 500 mcg tablets, or trying to fuss and holler my way into maybe getting my actual doctor to write me an actual prescription.   Thax says I should talk to my doc first. I have enough baggage with doctors that I'd rather try doing it myself first. But I'm still waffling. It's money and hassle either way that I really don't want to do but I am a) depressed and b) obese and I'd really like to see if there is anything medicine can do for me, because god knows nothing I've ever tried has had any positive effect over the long term.

Anyway. Fuck 2022 and fuck me for being a lazy POS and fuck 2023 for probably being more of the same.



 
 
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Trump said there would be big problems like never before if he were indicted, that (his) people would not sit still. Curious what trump supporters think he is suggesting by such a statement. What would his people do exactly?

My answer:

Trump is practicing what is called “Stochastic Terrorism (https://www.dictionary.com/browse/stochastic-terrorism)” —a rhetorical device whereby he is inciting his followers to commit unspecified atrocities on his behalf. He gets out of being held accountable because he has an ‘out’ —he just said ‘bad things’ would happen, he didn’t tell them exactly what to do. He said “Mike Pence disappointed us, Mike Pence betrayed all true Americans,” and his followers interpreted that as “hang Mike Pence”….and since he didn’t specifically tell them to kill Mike Pence he can shrug and say he was just expressing his feelings, not telling anyone to do anything bad to good old Mikey. Hell, Mikey isn't even mad about it! He still loves Big Daddy Don!

For whatever reason, there is no law enforcement agency in this nation or in the world (NATO, the Hague) that is willing to call it what it is and take action. I wonder if there were sane and decent people in Mussolini’s Italy, Hitler’s Germany, or present day Kim’s Korea, Putin’s Russia, or Xi’s China who, like me, saw what was happening in their nation and felt powerless to stop the rising tide of bloody authoritarianism.
There are some low level foot soldiers of the Jan 6 coup attempt who have seen consequences, but no one who was organizing, funding, or promulgating the insurrection has been touched by law enforcement. All they learned from that attempt was how to do it better next time.

The best hope we have is that people who followed and believed in Trump either died of Covid or are finally maybe seeing that there is no sane and decent future under the leadership of such a petty, stupid, morally and financially bankrupt person. Or perhaps the folks who got put in jail for Jan 6 and have received no help or pardon from Trump will decide to sit the next one out.

On the other hand, there are likely more fascists in law enforcement and the military than we care to recognize or admit. If Trump calls for violence again upon his arrest, if enough of those people are loyal to Trump,  we may be in for a second civil war. If people smarter than Trump manage to take the reins of the monstrous hateful beast Trump has created with the MAGAts and Q-nuts, we may be in for a bad time. The best most of us sane and decent folk can hope for is that they turn on each other and ruin the movement from within before they get their shit together enough to create a theocratic authoritarian regime on the ruins of what used to be the USA.

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Two teenagers in foster care, the boy is stalking and abusing the girl. The family and the social workers all think it is romantic and cute how he does anything and everything he can to follow her wherever she goes. They are about to place her in San Francisco with a family that will be able to help and encourage her academic pursuits. She knows he has threatened violence if they are ever separated. She has apparently arranged to go to school in Chicago without anyone else knowing, so she is hoping the boy will go off to the west coast to try and find her while she is quietly attending school in the midwest. She tries to warn the social worker without setting off her abuser, it doesn't work. Like, the social worker says something about how the bay area is so beautiful and won't she enjoy romantic walks in Golden Gate Park with the boy and the girl says "Oh, I would prefer just going to school and not being stalked," but in kind of a jokey/quiet way. The social worker doesn't get it. They are in a quiet room at the agency where the foster kids stay, wait, and nap while waiting to be taken to their next placement. The girl knows that as soon as the lights go down the boy is going to start his violence to punish the social workers for trying to separate them and punish the girl for agreeing to be separated from him (as if she had a choice??). She manages to arrange her sleeping bag far enough away from the boy and close to the door so she can get a good start when he starts killing and r-ping the social worker and other people in the room (and I guess some of the kids in the room are in his gang? We see/hear them later in the dream). She jumps up and leaves the room and runs and yells for help when she gets out of the room, then goes in the elevator to the 2nd floor, finds a copy/meeting room and locks herself in and the boy and some of his friends go by, looking for her. She sees their shadows through a sort of grate in the door and hears them talking. They try the door but it is locked and the room is dark so they don't try and break in. She waits until they have passed by, then goes and hides in a cabinet behind some stacks and packs of printer paper. She knows if she tries to leave the building they will catch her so she is going to try and hide until maybe, hopefully, the police come and stop the boy and his gang. But she is not sure that anyone is left alive to call the police for help. Ick ick ick.
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 the US supreme court overturned Roe v Wade  today.

I am angry and sad, sad and angry. The men dont' get it. Not that they are all evil bad or stupid. I married one, after all.  They just don't see that it has anything to do with them. They're not losing anything.  *shrug*  Even the 'good ones' don't seem to get how fucking dangerous and terrible this country has become. My sister is feeling betrayed because her husband --a good man, a good father, a kind person, a hard working guy , etc. etc. --just doesn't get it. And I have had the same feelings about my husband. He doesn't have the thing in his head screaming "DANGER GTFO NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW" 24/7/365 since that orange fucker got elected. i have had to squish myself up into the tiniest of tiny balls inside my head and make my life as small small small as it can be and I've eaten too much drunk too much and slept too much and played too much stupid video game to try and not hear the 'GTFO GTFO!!' screaming inside my head constantly for the last goddamn 6 years.

I've wanted to run away to Belize for a while now.  Sadly, Belize isn't any better on women's reproductive freedoms. But better in a lot of other ways--progressing instead of regressing, as I like to say. Still....today I'm tempted to rage quit the world. only thing stopping me is I just dont' want to leave such a mess for other people to have to deal with. I really need to get off my ass and sort, clean, declutter and do what needs to be done so that whatever happens next will be easier for everyone. I don't want to die. It's just that fighting has been so utterly ineffectual and I'm tired and  angry and sad and just mostly done. :/ 
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 https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/brothers-sisters-strangers/202202/8-things-people-need-understand-about-sibling-estrangement?utm_source=FacebookPost&utm_medium=FBPost&utm_campaign=FBPost&fbclid=IwAR3q9VzIA_MPN3ZhkR10rOFIVINkaDvOIrCsK0cZz5W3dWvXbMfyuH73uvk

8 Things People Need to Understand About Sibling Estrangement

7. Yes, you can mourn for a living person.



KEY POINTS

  • Some feel judged, embarrassed, and humiliated that they can't sustain a relationship with a sibling.
  • One common misperception is that no one else struggles to maintain a relationship with a sibling.
  • Some estranged siblings wonder, "Is there something wrong with me because I can't get along with my brother or sister?"
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For years, I never told anyone how my estrangement from my only brother had created a gaping hole in my life. My secrecy arose from one simple but powerful reason: I feared I would be judged.

Most people project onto others their notions of what a family should look like—a pretty picture that echoes throughout our culture. From Shakespeare to sitcoms, family bonds are idealized. I found it humiliating that I couldn’t negotiate some sort of relationship with my own brother. How could I explain the experience to someone else when I didn’t understand it myself?

 

Making matters worse, I didn’t want to admit that my family experienced this level of dysfunction. Others who are estranged often feel the same way; they suffer in silence, rarely discussing the topic, not seeking support groups or therapy that might help them feel less alone.

The stigma, alienation, and silence surrounding this painful topic create fertile ground for misperceptions about sibling estrangement. Here are eight:

 
  1. I’m the only one who is estranged from my sibling. Those who are estranged often believe that nobody else has a rough or chaotic relationship with a sibling. Psychotherapist Ali John Chaudhary, who specializes in this topic and has created several resources for estranged siblings, says that many who are cut off from relatives are black sheep—family members who are treated differently, marginalized, or excluded, and typically blamed for whatever goes wrong in the family. “It helps to recognize that others struggle, too,” Chaudhary says. “In fact, studies show that the number is as high as one in three sibling relationships that are strained or estranged.”
  2. There must be something wrong with me if I can’t get along with my sibling. Many factors can sour a sibling relationship: a lack of shared interests, power struggles, personality disorders, just plain bad chemistry. No matter how serious or trivial the roots, sibling rejection ripples into many areas of life and identity. It can damage your sense of who you are, how you see your friendships and other social relationships, your self-esteem, your ability to trust, even your physical well-being. One of Chaudhary’s mantras is, “I am so much more than what my sibling thinks of me.”
  3. Family always comes first. Family does not come first when it’s toxic. Instead, prioritizing boundaries and a sense of security is vital. You aren’t obligated to do everything for the sake of the family if you run the risk of eroding yourself. Chaudhary emphasizes that no one has the right to take you away from you.
  4. I’m totally responsible for my sibling relationship. Those who are deeply empathic often hold this belief. Yet a sibling may be concerned only with his or her own issues, insecurities, and attempts to dominate and gain power, especially if he or she is narcissistic. Assuming full responsibility often leads to enabling.
  5. Things will be different the next time we get together. There’s a label for this misperception: “Euphoric recall” is a state in which people remember the past through “rose-colored glasses,” exaggerating positive experiences while suppressing the negative side. This feeds the notion that things will somehow improve, even though that’s unlikely. Chaudhary says it’s important to create a plan when you expect to see an estranged sibling. Doing something different could improve the encounter; optimism alone isn’t enough.
  6. I need to get along with my sibling for my parents’ sake. Even if you must spend time with your sibling, beware of neglecting your own needs. If you do, you run the risk of becoming a people pleaser. There may be times when you choose to buy peace by accommodating. However, doing so repeatedly can make you an enabler. Failing to set boundaries—for your parents’ or anyone else’s sake—gives your brother or sister power over you.
  7. I can’t be mourning a living person. Impossible as it seems, we often grieve for the living. A sibling’s conscious choice to excise you from their life can be more devastating than mourning the dead. Death is final; the door has closed on that relationship. With estrangement, there’s often an enduring hope that things might change. “Complicated grief” is marked by intense yearning, longing, or emotional pain; frequent, preoccupying thoughts and memories of the absent person, and an inability to accept the loss. I call it mourning the living.
  8. Only family can give me a true sense of belonging. Creating close, healthy relationships with others outside the family nurtures a sense of belonging. “Voluntary kin can serve as excellent sources of support and fulfill the roles we associate with family,” says Kristina Scharp, an assistant professor and director of the Family Communication and Relationships Lab at the University of Washington. “Many people have a difficult time separating the idea of family from biology and law. Yet there is nothing inherent about biology or the law that guarantees a happy or satisfying sibling relationship.”
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Bart
 

Today, or maybe tomorrow..actually, I think it is tomorrow...is the birthday of my friend Bart. I've written about him at least once before.  He died by suicide in 2015.

I'm glad he missed all the terrible losses that followed,.I'm glad he doesn't have to be here suffering, still.  But, damn, I miss him.  And it's not like we had been close in the last part of his life. I don't think I  had seen him in person or spent any time with him in years. He was just .. the first of our gang to die.  The first of my high school friends to go.   Another shiny beautiful piece of my past, gone. 

You always think you have more time; that if you get that once in a blue moon impulse to look up an old friend, there they'll be--married with two kids, doing something boring, or maybe amazingly successful, or maybe living an eccentric life that leaves you delighted to find out.  You always think that everyone you know or knew or loved is just 'out there' for a quick email, phone call, facebook message, and you take it for granted and you don't do it that often, because on some level you know you've grown apart over the years and it'd probably come across as wierd and creepy and stalkery...but you sometimes do that internet search and look at pictures and smile at the familiar face grown unfamiiliar with time and all the things you don't remember but somewhere  your heart remembers and your skin remembers, and so those feelings stay and stay.

His death was a shattering of that easy assumption, that silly illusion  that things and people will always be right where you left them, just as they were.  And shards of that shattering went into every single person he loved or who loved him, ever in our lives. 

Happy Birthday, Bart. My brain doesn't hold memories too well, but my heart holds this shard of pain and for your sake I will always love it  because it's proof I knew  you and because I loved you, and pain is a price I'm grateful to pay for all the laughter and fun we had together. Thank you for being my friend. 


Ennui

Jan. 14th, 2022 01:52 pm
evile: (taurusgirl)
 doomscrolling friendface is actually starting to get old. Especially with their new update, it is glitching seriously on mobile devices so I"m only seeing the same 5 posts over and over, and 4 of them are ads. I don'y really know how to keep in touch with friends anymore and at this point in the pandemic/depression cycle, I'm starting to think why even bother trying to keep up with anyone, it's not like I'm going to see any of them (you) again.
 
The final straw in losing my last give-a-fuck about FB is the fact checking. They're notifying me about shit I posted months ago that they're either taking down or putting a 'fact check' notice on.
 
This downgrades your posts so that fewer of your friends can see you in between all the @#$@#$ ads.
 
My last factchecked item was something or another about "34 year old prime minister of bla bla country implements 4 day work week" and Facebook comes back with "Nuh-uh, she was elected when she was 34, but she proposed the legislation when she was 35, therefore you're a big fat liar!"
 
*giant eyeroll*
 
What next, they're going to start fact-checking my house posts as "Friendface has verified that this is NOT actually your new house! You're on double secret probation now!"
 
I guess the main question once I quit FB is ....what am I going to do with my time? I can't online shop, because my house is cluttered, I don't need anything, and I really shouldn't be spending money on dumb stuff.... cleaning house and decluttering feels like punishment unless I'm in a particular frame of mind, and I haven't had the attention span to read or do crafty things in ages.
 
blurgh. There was a thing on NPR today where they were interviewing an author who wrote a book about the mental health crisis in the world today. Basically, he says that by 2030 the main disease in the world will be depression. And that we can't medicate and treat our way out of it, we need a huge shift in our way of life and in how we give ourselves and our lives meaning.

He also mentioned some mental health thing that is less 'omg, GRIEF and DOOM and SADNESS than depression, but more pervasive and all consuming. I forget the word he used, but he said the French call it ennui. Boy, I had that one before it was cool, lemme tell ya. It's not immediate 'must kill self NOW' and it's not debilitating like depression where you can't function, can't get out of bed...it's just a 'going through the motions' with no joy, no expectation of happiness, no hope of anything ever getting better or life having meaning, just an unending state of 'meh'.

I used to call it 'killing time until time kills me' but that is when I was actually in a much worse place and probably should have called that place 'depression'..... ah well. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is bad. And I like spending time with the dogs and my husband very much. It's just hard to find joy in these times. and connection.
 
well, that was a lot. Thanks for reading, if you got this far. I miss you. I miss me. I hope we'll all be back together soon.
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 I had a friend I trusted enough to let them into my home during a period of depression/inactivity that has made my house not acceptable for having people over, generally. no parties brunches dinners gatherings, etc. Let the person in even during pandemic. Various things happened and we aren't close anymore. But here is one of the main things, for me: 
 
They started to return to a topic repeatedly, that there are people who can help me clean, for money or exchange of services/barter.
 
I am sure they were trying to be helpful but it made me feel judged and bad.
 
I don't like strangers in my house. I don't like people touching my stuff. I don't like feeling judged and bad.
 
My brain doesn't work good, I don't have memories like other people seem to have. All I have is the occasional blip or flit of a memory that is triggered by an object in my home. I see a thing or pick it up and go "oh yeah, so and so gave that to me" and then I remember so and so and what they meant to me and something we did together, or something they said. It's patchwork bits and pieces. just like my house.
 
so..no, please don't tell me I need people I don't know to touch my brain and mess things up so I can't find them and can't remember anything anymore. This is all I have. I'm sorry it's dirty and messy and covered in dust. it's all I have

much belated sympathy, empathy, for my hoarder Great Depression survivor granny B. I don't want my house to look like that. And i don't think it does. It' s just not a 'showplace' . It's my space. It's my brain. It's my memory palace. I'm not going to let strangers in here, I'm not going to let people in here who are going to judge me and tell me I need to clean it.

This is something that's been simmering in my mind for awhile, I just needed to get it out. Sorry if it doesn't make sense.

 
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It was held in his parents' church in San Antonio. Lots of family, many friends, it was really a good service. Not too long, and not too churchy, but of course there were religious quotes, songs, and the prayers and words of the clergy of that church, saying that it was wonderful he was saved and wonderful that he was in the Lord's arms, and wonderful that he had accepted The Lord Jesus Christ into his heart, and bla bla bla.  I saw my husband flinch every time these people we didn't know talked about Flavio's faith and his walk with Christ. Because we knew damn good and well he was an agnostic and wasn't really churchy in the least. At least one other of his close friends mentioned it afterwards, as well. It really sat wrong with them. I felt bad knowing that this made a very jarring note in their hearts & that it was hard to hear all that and not say anything about it. But we all got through it. It was  a hard day. 
 
read this elsewhere in FB this evening:
 
When you aren't a believer, this sort of thing turns funerals for those you love into long, hard to endure nightmares.

All the prayers and little religious things people say -- because they don't know what to say, of course, there is nothing you can say that really helps --

At first they aren't too bad, but after a few minutes they start feeling like well-padded but really sharp jabs in the gut from a boxer. There comes a point they hurt almost more than the reason you are there, and they make you feel like you just can't breathe.

You are there, already stunned from the death, already sad of course -- and it starts feeling like they are taking something away from you, like they are distracting you from missing and loving the one who is gone -- and it starts to feel like they are doing it on purpose.

Not saying they are -- but that's how it feels. I remember this very very well from my parents' funerals.

You know what it really starts to feel like? A hundred people telling you quietly, "You aren't like us and we know it. You shouldn't even be here."
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and yes, I feel this, every single word of it.  if you aren't a believer, attending a traditional religious funeral like this can really start to make you feel bad about yourself, judged and unwelcome.
 
On the other side of the coin,  you have one of the 4 Agreements: "Don't take anything personally,"

This funeral isn't about you.  These people didn't get together today to make you feel bad. We are experiencing a loss and a trauma together, and we are each processing it in our own way.  For  the family today, this was a funeral held in their church, officiated by clergy that they trust and love. They were in a safe place, hearing words from trusted sources that comforted them and helped them cope with a tremendous loss.   
 
Not my thing. Not the thing of many friends who attended, and certainly not really the thing of the deceased.  But, so what?  It's not about you.  And even though it may feel like you are being excluded and judged,  nobody was here today to do that to anyone else. We all loved him in our own ways and we all have to come to terms with a loss, make sense of it, find a way to make peace with it. And if some folks need to tell a story about an all powerful invisible being that our essence returns to at the end of our body's existence, so what? If they need to believe that the dead person felt and believed that too, OK.   And, in the case of Flavio, he was always careful to say he was agnostic. He didn't know. None of us do.  But he went to family gatherings in their church, respectfully attended services and ceremonies that were important to his loved ones, and in the end, that's what we are left with. We love our friends and families enough to understand not to take it personally, not to make it about us, to gently live and let live. 
 
Now, if someone  directly proselytizes me or judges me out loud to my face in the name of their religion, that's another thing.   There's a way that "I'll pray for you," can sound when it's being offered as a condemnation rather than a blessing.  That wasn't what today was about. That's not what most people of faith are doing when they gather to share tenets of their faith, that sees them through loss and trauma and helps them cope.  Let them be, and take kind words and blessings in the spirit in which they are offered, whether you share the belief or not. 
 
When my father died, I was too raw to do this; I spoke out in my grief harshly at the grave side. I don't regret what I said. I shared my belief that when a person dies, they live on in the memories of everyone who knew them & shares those memories. That's all the immortality we get.  I still believe that. But I think or at least hope that I'm at a point where I'm not going to loudly condemn & harshly contradict a comforting fable if it's helpful to others.  So I am glad I got today to offer some grace and hopefully peace, rather than conflict. 
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Our friend Flavio died sometime the night of 9/30. It was unexpected and shocking. Natural causes. Just passed in his sleep.

We went over to Flavio's house on Saturday to help find some clothes to send to the funeral home for his burial. I think his parents are doing the whole traditional open casket 'visitation', then a service, and then a grave-side send-off, too.  He will be in his black vest with his 'steampunk cred' pins and medals & the lion buttons on it, and his custom-made tail coat with the metallic leopard emblems on the collar. We sent his cane collection and a couple of his best hats and cravats for them to choose from, too.  And all his steampunk rings. 

Going thru his stuff was wierd.  It definitely makes me want to have a cleaner home and get organized so that I don't leave so much work for people to do.  But for me throwing away things is throwing away memories/my brain doesn't work right....I want to be remembered, I want people to know what was interesting and important to me....at the same time I know it's rather futile and really doesn't matter in the larger picture.  Like, this object that has a story and a history is just a clutter without the story and the only person who remembers the story is probably me. And everyone who knew me and cared about me will be gone soon enough, too. No one will know who I was or even say my name again in 40-50 years.  It doesn't matter and still...I can't get rid of it. 

I'm not at an age or in a place where I can really miss the person....such things still selfishly send me thinking of my own mortality. How do other people 'do' death? is there anyone who doesn't just get mopey and selfish when a peer passes? I dunno. I feel like I'm definitely doing this wrong. 
evile: (taurusgirl)
So, there's some wisdom I've managed to absorb about Forgiveness, after however umpty million years of not getting it. It's not a transaction, and it's only for your own peace of mind. As I learned at an evening with the Toltec Center here in town a while back, "Someone hurt you once. The story you tell yourself about them hurting you is what is continuing to hurt you," So the key is to stop hurting yourself with that story. To accept it and move on and stop letting that story hurt you, stop resenting that person for hurting you once, to make peace with it and let it go. You aren't telling the person "what you did is OK" and you aren't telling the person "you are allowed to hurt me again," and you aren't even telling the person "I allow you back into my life"....the forgiveness is to release the pain and the power you've given that person and that experience to define you.

I find myself today going back through various events and relationships and recognizing that I behaved in ways that were harmful to others (sometimes the same others who behaved in ways that were harmful to me).

Is there a form of apology that is also not a transaction between myself and the person I've hurt? Because in many/most of those situations, the person is no longer part of my life, the relationship is long gone, and by apologizing I don't really want to be saying "I want the relationship back," or "I want you back in my life," I just want to acknowledge the harm I did and say I feel bad about doing or saying it. In a way this seems cowardly and self serving. Like, what good is an apology if you aren't doing anything else to make amends, other than acknowledging your own part in an unhealthy dynamic? Forgiveness can be a one-party activity, but can apologies also be? It doesn't seem like it. I regret causing pain. I don't want to cause that person any more pain. I am trying not to repeat that mistake with anyone else who is currently part of my life. But being unwilling to enter back into a relationship, or make direct amends...seems to make the apology rather hollow, doesn't it? Cowardly. Unworthy. An attempt to soothe my own discomfort rather than any genuine concern for the other person's pain. Gross.

So, in the cases I'm thinking of, do I simply (SIMPLY? haha!) have to forgive myself for harming a person and destroying a relationship so badly that the other person never wants anything to do with me again? And no apology can or should be made because I've been so toxic to someone that being around me is traumatic for them? Take the lesson and move on? Just accept that I will always be toxic and triggering to some of the people I've harmed and there's really nothing I can ever say or do to atone? It's sad but I think part of my apology/forgiveness journey is that I have to accept that, too.

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ANATOMY OF AN APOLOGY Some of the elements of a genuine apology are:
1. The apology should acknowledge responsibility. The person making the apology needs to take responsibility for having done something wrong. It is an effort to right the balance between the offender and the offended. For example, saying, "I'm sorry that you're upset by what I said," is not taking responsibility for your actions and blames the other person for the upset.
2. The apology should be specific. It names the mistake that caused the harm. It is more than saying, "I'm sorry for what I did." It identifies the error that you've made. Generalities will not do.
3. The apology should express how the mistake hurt the other person. It should let the other person know that you understand their feelings. It should express some empathy for the other person. "I understand you were really worried that something might have happened to me when I was an hour late for dinner."
4. The apology may involve regret and guilt. The apology needs to express remorse. A real apology involves pain, suffering and soul-searching regret. It may express your concern that you have harmed your relationship and that you value the relationship.
5. The apology should express a willingness to change behaviour. It lets others know that the mistake will not occur again. Sometimes some sort of restitution is called for. One way of handling this would be to say, "Let me know if there is anything I can do." Or if you broke something of value, you can offer to replace it.
6. If the offence was public the apology should also be public. It is not fair to offend somebody publicly and then make an apology in private.
Most of all, an apology is a willingness to let go of the ego and treat another person with respect. It is an expression of honesty. It is a sign of strength rather than a sign of weakness.
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I've lost so much content over my years online....usenet posts, orkut,friendster, myspace, yahoo, G+, diaryland....my exs domain/website/email server, and I have little to no organic memory. Stuff comes up from time to time, and sometimes its nice but a lot of times its just embarrassing and awful....

in Dec, Yahoo Groups went away and I tried to salvage as much as I could from a private yahoo group that I was using as a private online journal of sorts. I've been cutting and pasting it into Dreamwidth here, backdating as appropriate....and I'm burning out on that project. I don't like the 'me' that I was. It's unpleasant to keep seeing how mean, petty, manipulative, gossipy, and drama-addicted I was. I was especially cruel to my SIL..not that she isn't a garbage truck in her own right, but damn. I was pretty awful to her. The gossip, backstabbing, manipulation attempts..all very ugly. I was an unhappy person back then. I
 was being bullied at work, and subjected to emotional and financial abuse at home, with occasional bits of physical abuse thrown in to the mix. If I was clumsy and accidentally bumped into him or stepped on his toe, he'd very deliberately do it back, only harder, with his strength and his big heavy shoes against my relative weakness and bare feet...but, whatever. Unhappy person or no. "Hurt people hurt people" is a weak non-excuse. I know how shitty it is to be treated like that and I did it to others. I wasn't a good person. I dont' like myself when I look back at that person. I consider it a blessing not to remember any/most of that stuff on my own.  But there was some good stuff too. And isn't there some value in being able to see where I've been in order to recognize and appreciate where I am now, to see that even though I'm not 100% happy with myself now, I've changed and grown in some important ways, and perhaps become a better person, at least a little?  I'm certainly in a better workplace and have a much better home life these days.

I go back and forth..retrieve and preserve or let it go ? And so much of my clutter in my house is the same. Mementos, photos, objects....none of it relevant except to me and maybe a handful of other people....will lose relevance in less than a generation. What am I saving it for, why can't I let it all go? As Sarah says in Labyrinth: it's all junk. Immobilizing junk. The past is a trap. Slow moving amber.

Sarah and the Junk Lady
evile: (taurusgirl)
 
I got a notice that Yahoo Groups will be going away and all content will be deleted Dec 14. Which caused me to go and look at a long-disused group I started for myself a long time ago, kind of a 'personal journal' in which I kept thoughts, worries, wishlists, snips of emails and IMs I wanted to keep and ponder, etc. As I called it, "E's Journal, events in her life,recipes, diets, crazes, costuming, whatever"

 
Looking back, I see it mostly as an attempt to regulate what appears to be an undiagnosed, untreated ADD/ADHD mental problem, a place to put all of my disorganized, disordered, racing, repetitive, invasive thoughts and try to keep my external life as focused and together as possible...it's rather a mess.

I also see that I treated the people in my life at that time rather badly. Not that they are or were great people, or blameless in their own right or treatment of me (and others), but I definitely see clearly my part in the dynamic, and the unkind damage I did to them by being who and what I was at that time, as well.

I'm not going to seek forgiveness or friendship from anyone back then....but I will try and pay it forward. I can see and appreciate the progress I've made internally with my own self, and I will  definitely work hard to appreciate and treat well those people who are currently in my life, and maybe even treat myself a bit better because yes, I have  improved, as slowly and as long as it took to get here.

 
I had this image of you
You had this image of me
And your image would talk to my image
And my image would talk to your image
And somewhere along the way
Our images sort of let each other down
 

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