Wow. A huge waterfall of insight and solid progress, Tupp!
Dying to write reams but later....must must must get the
Laptop sorted. The amount of backpedaling to fix typos I make on this tablet is insane.
More later, PUp has over shared what he ate yesterday...in several places. Ugh, gross, goodmorning.
Aaaaarggghggh, hugs
Hops
PS, your last para sounds to me like an epiphany of the HIGHEST order. Seriously.
Good luck with the laptop, Hops (and the puppy vomit!). I'm clueless with tech but we have a lovely man in town who has that great ability to fix, sort and deal with the problem without making me feel like a moron for not understanding it, plus he'll always go through various options according to price so you know he isn't just suggesting whatever will make him the most money. Lovely chap, he's a real help to a lot of people.
I'm still thinking/pondering my mind and trying to observe what's going on and pick out what works and what isn't helpful. I know I have always, always, lived in a future version of my life because the present is always unacceptable to me. I know it doesn't make sense, but it's how I've always been. But I was thinking today, if our parents (or whoever it is closest to us in childhood) don't accept us for who we are, how can we accept ourselves? And if I accept my present day situation or circumstances, I would also need to accept myself - and I am unacceptable. Does that make sense? Kind of makes sense in my head.
I always look at my situation (any situation) for a point of what I haven't done yet. So if I look at my home presently, it is kind of shabby. The furniture is old and mismatched, I always have grand plans to upcycle furniture and make beautiful curtains but I never get round to it. I've still got stacks of paperwork I need to get rid of, boxes of photos I need to put into albums, bits and pieces of my son's that I want to put into memory boxes. I could easily write a two page list of things that need doing.
But when I think back to when we moved in here - with nothing - having gone through an awful experience with the drug dealer, having to start over, having also dealt with a pandemic, years of abuse from my mum and all the disability related experiences - then what we've achieved here is pretty phenomenal. I think part of the problem is that I see things through a superficial glaze, because that's what can be criticised (what can be seen). It's protective, I suppose. I spend two hours cleaning the house because people can see that. I could spend that two hours putting photos into albums and creating beautiful reference points for my son in the future, but that would be criticised as being indulgent (and lord, I can hear that actual words in my head: "Hmm. Alright for some, having nothing better to do all day, I don't suppose bothering to clean your house would be too much to ask?" I can hear every nuance, I can see the sneering look on her face and I can feel myself withering inside to avoid the way it makes me feel. Okay, this is making sense now. She would even relay that to other people: "Get this one. Spends half a day fannying about with photo albums instead of bothering to clean the house, heaven forbid that child actually had a clean house to live in". Feel sick just hearing it in my head. Starting to understand why so much of it stays buried.
I also need to focus more on all the good people and experiences we meet, hear about and are affected by. I don't, because they don't pose a risk. I focus on all the ones that can do me harm and cause problems, even if that problem is a throwaway comment about me (insert negative or unhelpful comment here). Need to change that focus as well.
I think I need to reframe my head into - what I have done rather than what I ought to have done. What I want or need to do, rather than what will avoid criticism or keep me safe (from mad people, I'm not about to start challenging huge men to fights, I'm talking more about that sort of passive aggression and gaslighting that's such a problem). What my achievements are, within the context of my life, rather than held up against the societal norms of (generally speaking) - job - money - house etc. Perhaps husband is part of that as well. I still don't want one lol.
Okay. That's probably enough for now. Does it make sense? I think I've melted my own brain x