Hi Leah,
Sometimes I confuse the difference between having a voice, using it, and using it so much that I can't hear myself, or anybody else.
Do you have a feeling for what it would take for you to be satisfied? (I'm not meaning to sound snarky. I'm really asking.)
The reason I ask is that I don't think everyone on the board or in the world is necessarily going to come alert and say, of course. It's completely this way. Or completely that way.
Those of us who've been around Jac a long time know that she has a voice too. She's been abused in her past too. And she's on guard too. And she can be triggered too.
You could say I am entirely not getting it and didn't pay attention to one line that you so carefully parsed so that I would see your point accurately, and fairly, and in clear focus as you see it. And you'd be right. I just can't get past a feeling of being shrieked at. So even if they're the shrieks of a REAL VICTIM I sometimes have my fingers in my ears going la-la-la can't HEAR you! (Because ol' Hops really doesn't like unpleasantness...which I should mention is a way huge heap of a leap of improvement over me being completely anger phobic, which I was for over 50 years until I finally blew UP at my Nish mother when she was 95, and practically shook in her socks...) Not healthy.
And it's not fair. Because you were at one point voiceless as a child or in an abusive relationship, and it is literally and truly not FAIR that I should not pay very close attention to each line. I know I have had people pay very very close attention to my convoluting self-deluded reasoning and denying and all sorts of other stuff my various kinds of pain appears dressed up in here. And I do not deserve that kind and careful attention one whit more, not one more iota more, than you do.
I am a pleasant writer most of the time and well intentioned, rather like a neurotic beagle, and I have a dimple. So in some unfunny way the universe has turned around and, after all those years of childhood when I was literally tormented by peers and sib, I get love everywhere I look.
When somebody hurts me it is undifficult to figure that I push their buttons. There are a couple people I've learned from here...just a couple, that I would be smart to be guarded around. Usually, no offense at all, they have been ones who have quoted the Bible and talked about God at me at such length that my eyes cross. However, there is really nothing wrong with them at all. They are who they are and what they are, better than I and scary to me but really quite inspiring, is they're not afraid to show anger!
And in that, you and Jac both amaze me quite a lot. (Sorry, I know you told me you're not an angry person. I don't think you are either necessarily...that's an unfair label, like being a woman person. Huh? I don't think you're an "angry person." But I sure as heck thing you were spitting mad at Jac.) It was impressive to me how furious you were and how adamant that you weren't.
I believe I have sunggggggggggg this tune. Oy.
I dunno if you were right to be or wrong to be, and honestly, for me there were some off notes in what each of you had to say, and I am not uninterested (obviously) but I really am not going to go back through it. All the purple and all the caps and all the off thread and on thread and locked thread and unlocked thread and thread about thread.
I know at times I have been really scared of people. If someone got mad at me, or labeled me something or other that sounded to me like "bad mother" or "coward" I would lock threads, block PMs and start posting in Senegalese to avoid being confronted. I AM a coward! I HAVE been a bad mother sometimes!
Ahhhhh. What a relief. All I'm saying is, it's a so what. So what if we're all a little crazy, a little manipulative, a little spooky, a little snarly, at times. We are clever survivors who ingrained all sorts of stuff but we do sound so REASONABLE to ourselves.
I vote we ball up all the painful thread and troll for a kitten. And I know that sound disrespectful of your pain here but in my weird backward way I really don't mean it that way. I am sort of banging you on your back like I'm Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man wanting to learn to dance, and you're Charlie got your eye on the jackpot and don't quite feel like dancing right at the moment, but I'm determined, I've got a date so teach me to dance!
Have you ever read The Four Agreements by Don Ameche or whatever his name is?
Anyway, this is rambling and I'm sort of tipsy with tiredness but I wanted to reach out to you in some sort of way and this is what came out.
Give yourself a sweet hug, Leah. You're not a bad person. Neither's Jac. Nobody is here.
love,
Hops