Axa, no one really believes me when I tell them. They think I'm overreacting, but they don't understand. They don't understand how much disapproval you can hear in non-verbal language, or tone of voice, or the flick of an eyebrow. They don't know how scary it is. At least here people understand.
Tay,
I think you have written the first stanza of the anthem of the Voicelessness board! Seriously, I think you have expressed an aspect of the essence of N survivorship in a nutshell.
Congratulations on day 6 (7?) of NC. The NC is like giving up an addiction that damages our health. You crave it, but when you get it, you realize how destructive it is to you.
It is very hard work, because there's a part of me that really wants to talk to them, but I know the first thing out of my mom's mouth will be, "Well, I didn't think you wanted to talk to me." Or "Did you finally decide to call? That phone works two ways." Or "I thought maybe you'd died." I don't want to listen to that.
Tay, I know exactly what you mean: the mixed feelings, the unfounded expectation, the misplaced hope that we could feel better if we spoke to our Ns and then we speak to them and the disappointment sets in, the "why did I call them, I knew it would be like this-BLEH". Damned if you do talk to them & damned if you don't.
Keep going girl, you're doing Great!
love,
sally