I grew up believing all my feelings were wrong. When I said X hurt, I was told it was really Y and nothing to get upset about in the first place. For instance, if I told my mom that something a friend had said had hurt my feelings, she’d say in “soothing” words, that it wasn’t anything to be upset about. She never understood why I was hurt, and she never asked what the friend did to hurt my feelings. She just told me I was wrong. And that soothing voice? It wasn’t soothing. It was condescending and veiled impatience. “You poor young child who knows nothing but I do so I’m going to tell you that you have no reason to feel the way you do – so stop feeling that way please. I have some hobbies to attend to. You’ve stopped crying? Good. Now go take a bath and you’ll feel all better.” Am I crazy? Was my mom right after all that I was just too sensitive and had everything wrong? Is this what parents do and I was expecting too much from her to think she could understand where I was coming from? After all, she’s only human.
But I really feel like that did some serious damage because only in the past year have I been able to begin to feel things at the time they’re happening.
And at the beginning of the year, I discovered that I was never really allowed to be angry for the same reasons. At the first hint of anger in me, I was reminded that I was being like my father, so I learned to keep it in. But it would build up. Feelings aren’t meant to be kept inside to fester. When my back seized up last fall, I was freaking out because I’m from a medical family and I knew enough to know that something really bad could be happening. I was near hysteria, so I called my mom (she wasn’t there, though, I just got the answering machine). I told my therapist this and, baffled, she asked me why I had called my mother, and it wasn’t until recently that I realized that I called my mom because I wanted her to tell me my fears weren’t real and that I was overreacting. I wanted her to tell me I was wrong (because if I was right…eeeeek). And then I realized that the only time my mom came close to addressing my feelings was when I’d reached the point of hysteria as a result of pushing all my feelings down.
I’ve been trying so hard to recognize my feelings and act on them as quickly as I can. And by acting on them, I mean understanding WHAT my feelings are, acknowledging to myself that they’re real, and acting on them. Not acting on them in the sense of lashing out, but acting on them in the sense that they’re telling me something (like DANGER DANGER or wow I really like this, I’m gonna do more of it). Acting on them instead of ignoring them and ending up in situations that make me uncomfortable. But anger…I still can’t cope with it. I get so disoriented so quickly.
I know this is all over the place, but I really just wanted to know if this makes any sense at all to anyone out there – or if I’m just hopelessly confused.
Wildflower