Thanks so much for writing Certain Hope, and for offering me some ideas about the situation I described (hugs to you!!). I really think you hit the nail on the head when you suggested that this often has to do with being addicted to suffering. When you put it like that, I can see how this could happen quite naturally, and also how difficult and frightenng it must be to break out of the cycle if its ingrained over many years.
One thing they never really say in the ` how to be a whole and strong person' type of self-help literature, is that breaking out of victimhood also means forgoing the flow of energy and attention that comes from others, because of their care and compassion for you. `Getting strong again' is a bit like being a bird being kicked out of the nest when it starts testing its wings. Suddenly you have to do it all on your own. The soft, cosy nest of attention and care from others due to your frailty is almost abruptly removed. I have occassionally thought that this is someting to do with the fact that a `strong' or `stronger' person is more threatening than a victim. People seem to feel safer around someone they perceive as vulnerable. But maybe its also that people with full lives of their own feel easily drained and have only so much energy to give. Again, I feel this is natural but it can be a harsh reality to face if you are the person who was safe in the cosy nest of care, and then suddenly have to live without it.
Thanks so much for giving me another perspective, Certain Hope. Your words actually make me feel a bit more postvie about the situation with my mother in law. hugs to you!
Thanks so much for writing Certain Hope, and for offering me some ideas about the situation I described (hugs to you!!). I really think you hit the nail on the head when you suggested that this often has to do with being addicted to suffering. When you put it like that, I can see how this could happen quite naturally, and also how difficult and frightenng it must be to break out of the cycle if its ingrained over many years.
One thing they never really say in the ` how to be a whole and strong person' type of self-help literature, is that breaking out of victimhood also means forgoing the flow of energy and attention that comes from others, because of their care and compassion for you. `Getting strong again' is a bit like being a bird being kicked out of the nest when it starts testing its wings. Suddenly you have to do it all on your own. The soft, cosy nest of attention and care from others due to your frailty is almost abruptly removed. I have occassionally thought that this is someting to do with the fact that a `strong' or `stronger' person is more threatening than a victim. People seem to feel safer around someone they perceive as vulnerable. But maybe its also that people with full lives of their own feel easily drained and have only so much energy to give. Again, I feel this is natural but it can be a harsh reality to face if you are the person who was safe in the cosy nest of care, and then suddenly have to live without it.
Thanks so much for giving me another perspective, Certain Hope. Your words actually make me feel a bit more postvie about the situation with my mother in law. hugs to you!
Dear Bella,
I sat down to write a response to you and veered onto a completely different track.... and I'd like to try to put that into words. In trying to decide where to begin with my reply to you, I typed, "I'm glad to know that what I said helped you".
Well, you know how often people will say something just as a sort of stock phrase... or not say something because they don't want to "sound" this or that or the other way... ?
For most of my life, I'd get so caught up in all the various aspects of such non-dilemmas, that I'd wind up saying nothing at all. But when I typed that one sentence, I realized - I truly am glad... for you! And I'm glad for me, too... because it's becoming more clear to me that I'm no longer offering my thoughts and perspectives attached to a need to be understood, valued, or needed. When you've spent most of your life explaining and defending and "fixing", that's a monumental hurdle to leap. It seems that my sidetrack into codependency-education wasn't a sidetrack at all. My mother-in-law is the one who led me in that direction. She's what I lovingly refer to as a "peach".
Recently I told her of some of my endeavors and she wrote back with statements like, "You sound pleased! I'm pleased that you're pleased!!"
I read that and shook my head, mystified, but now - I think I get it!!
So - thank you for taking that little detour with me, Bella... and now, back to suffering.
I think of it as an addiction to "doing it (whatever 'it' is) the hard way"... as though somehow that makes "it" more pure, more holy, more... righteous.
That was my personal addiction.
My line of thought was something to the effect of... if it's difficult and painful, and I find it distasteful, then that must be God's will for my life.
It never occurred to me that it's possible to rest in the arms of the God who made me and loves me and wants nothing more than to be united to me for eternity, and let HIM be God, instead of me. That perspective certainly shines a different Light onto life in this troubled world!
And then, because I was such a loner, the energy and attention which reinforced my own vicious circle of suffering was not caring and compassion from others. I couldn't let any "others" in close enough to offer a hand, so...
it was all internal... because, to me, it was all about "doing the right thing". Since I thought the "right" thing was naturally the "difficult" thing, I continued to feed my own sense of self-righteousness by swallowing these great gulps of evil and trying somehow to struggle through the muck, instead of speaking the truth in love and allowing the muck to be washed away. Too bad I didn't have a clue that the "right thing" didn't mean dying to self... that there was already one death which covered it all.
It's funny, Bella... that cozy nest you mentioned... well, I can see now that I made my own. Each little twig and bit of fluff consisted of occasions where I did not confront something unacceptable... either in others or within myself.
I was my own victimizer and persecutor long before anyone else had an opportunity. Simultaneously, I held myself to my mother's standard of perfection, all the while refusing to hold anyone else (outwardly) to the same standard. Oh, I was bound and determined not to be like her. Hah! Thank God He was gracious enough to show me that if I didn't receive Him, I'd end up more like her than she is... a caracature.
Well, I hope this all makes some sense. Reading through it, that X up at the top right corner beckons... just close the box and skip the whole thing.
But there's been more than enough of that for one lifetime.
Hugs back to you, Bella. Just feeling that I could burst and wishing that I could put into words the difference between dying to self and denying self... but I can't quite... yet. All I know is that the sort of suffering I've endured could only have been prevented by my own choice, earlier on, to obey God instead of trying to be Him.
With love,
Hope