Anne Wilson Schael in Escape from Intimacy describes fusion, as the overwhelming attraction, affection and intense feeling of bonding that can occur between any couple, friend or date, meeting and talking for the first time, and sometime thereafter.
She says it's a heady, joyful, fulfilling feeling...until it's not. She talks about how it backfires and turns to ashes and people are left bewildered, angry and hurt.
Instant "I love yous" and gushing responses are not so much insincere as likely projection. When someone understands even a part of your experience, that can be like striking a match. You (or I, since it's definitely happened to me...I'm preaching to myself too) feel such an enormous surge of relief and gratitude that your boundaries of self just drop in a heap around you.
For a while, it feels like bliss. Then comes a time when the glow fades, little bits of resistance or lack of harmony appear, and the whole enterprise feels suspect. Irritability and suspicion spark...and can grow into something that leaves the whole connection in ashes.
When I see my last bf, a major N, I still feel a cold sick repelling. But boy, those first weeks of happy fusion....
Anyway, there is a middle ground, Schaef says. It's being happy when you connect, and not letting hurt turn to hate.
So far, I still "hate" the ex BF. I don't want to see him or talk to him and I'd rather cross the road that encounter him on the sidewalk. What that means is that for a few months shy of two years, I have been paying for, punishing myself for, an experience of fusion that lasted just a few months. It was a year before the bitter end, but it was bitter.
I think I won't have recovered from the fusion habit until I can look back and remember something about him to be grateful for, and to face the fact that there are some things about him I can still appreciate.
Not there yet, but I wanted to share these thoughts, since I've become as wary of "fusion" as a red flag in relationships as I am of those things that are always on the list of N traits.
Whew,
Hops