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My F2F Al-Anon group is a study group. We base our study on Al-Anon's book, "Paths to Recovery," which explores the 12 Steps, Traditions and Concepts in great depth. (I understand it took the group nine years to go all the way through the book the last time; I joined the group just a couple of months shy of finishing the book and starting it over from the beginning...HP at work or what??)
In any case, we are currently working through the questions presented for discussion & reflection regarding Step Four, specifically in a section headed, "We Begin by Examining Our Assets." These questions, along with the text and questions from this and the previous Steps, have kicked off some incredible shares of ESH within the group.
The thought occurred to me that I could also post these questions to Sanctuary, where we can offer our own reflections and ESH. If you guys think this is a good idea, I can continue to post these questions weekly, giving us all an opportunity to add to our "ESH-base."
This week's question is:
"Do I make friends easily? Why or why not?"
By in-born temperament, I am an introvert, so that means making friends is difficult for me, regardless of how healthy I might otherwise be. But, given my childhood, introversion was the least of my problems.
I am discovering that one of my greatest childhood wounds did not result from neglect or abuse, but rather from over-protection. There is a picture of me, at age three, imprisoned in a playpen. (Who keeps a three-year-old in a playpen?) The look of sadness on my young face still haunts me. My parents were, in a sense, xenophobic - distrustful of outsiders - and couple that with the fact that I grew up in a rural area, meant that until kindergarten I wasn't even fully aware there were other kids my age. Our family's social contact was limited to other members of our dysfunctional extended family, where alcoholism, OCD, and many other neuroses held the day. I wasn't until years later that it dawned on me that other adults had friends outside the family group.
So when I entered school it was like being airdropped into the Chinese countryside. I was all alone in a culture where everyone else "knew the language" (had gained skills in giving and receiving nonverbal social cues among peers) and I was at a loss to communicate. I felt, and was made to feel, like an outsider.
So the only friends I had through elementary and middle school were the other misfits and social outcasts. I was invariably the last one picked for teams for (insert any sport) during PE. I was the fat, bespectacled, geeky kid everyone else loved to pick on and ridicule. Some people who I thought were friends (i.e., anyone who would give me the time of day) wound up betraying me, and this has impacted my ability to be intimate to this day.
Actually, the cliques of high school were a saving grace and a gift from HP. I was musically talented, and marching band was a vibrant and active clique. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I belonged somewhere. I was still as deep in my illness as I ever was - nevertheless, I thank HP for this gift that helped me weather the stormy years of adolescence.
In college I made some of the most enduring and healthy friendships I've had in my life, again thanks to associating with other music majors. We still get together today, over 30 years later, and the love and support among us remains as strong as ever.
My takeaway from this question is this: yes, I had a lot of cards stacked against me in childhood - many of which have substantially sabotaged my ability to enjoy friendships and intimacy - but because of the program, it's getting better. It is taking a long time and a lot of effort, but it is...getting...better.
In any case, we are currently working through the questions presented for discussion & reflection regarding Step Four, specifically in a section headed, "We Begin by Examining Our Assets." These questions, along with the text and questions from this and the previous Steps, have kicked off some incredible shares of ESH within the group.
The thought occurred to me that I could also post these questions to Sanctuary, where we can offer our own reflections and ESH. If you guys think this is a good idea, I can continue to post these questions weekly, giving us all an opportunity to add to our "ESH-base."
This week's question is:
"Do I make friends easily? Why or why not?"
By in-born temperament, I am an introvert, so that means making friends is difficult for me, regardless of how healthy I might otherwise be. But, given my childhood, introversion was the least of my problems.
I am discovering that one of my greatest childhood wounds did not result from neglect or abuse, but rather from over-protection. There is a picture of me, at age three, imprisoned in a playpen. (Who keeps a three-year-old in a playpen?) The look of sadness on my young face still haunts me. My parents were, in a sense, xenophobic - distrustful of outsiders - and couple that with the fact that I grew up in a rural area, meant that until kindergarten I wasn't even fully aware there were other kids my age. Our family's social contact was limited to other members of our dysfunctional extended family, where alcoholism, OCD, and many other neuroses held the day. I wasn't until years later that it dawned on me that other adults had friends outside the family group.
So when I entered school it was like being airdropped into the Chinese countryside. I was all alone in a culture where everyone else "knew the language" (had gained skills in giving and receiving nonverbal social cues among peers) and I was at a loss to communicate. I felt, and was made to feel, like an outsider.
So the only friends I had through elementary and middle school were the other misfits and social outcasts. I was invariably the last one picked for teams for (insert any sport) during PE. I was the fat, bespectacled, geeky kid everyone else loved to pick on and ridicule. Some people who I thought were friends (i.e., anyone who would give me the time of day) wound up betraying me, and this has impacted my ability to be intimate to this day.
Actually, the cliques of high school were a saving grace and a gift from HP. I was musically talented, and marching band was a vibrant and active clique. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I belonged somewhere. I was still as deep in my illness as I ever was - nevertheless, I thank HP for this gift that helped me weather the stormy years of adolescence.
In college I made some of the most enduring and healthy friendships I've had in my life, again thanks to associating with other music majors. We still get together today, over 30 years later, and the love and support among us remains as strong as ever.
My takeaway from this question is this: yes, I had a lot of cards stacked against me in childhood - many of which have substantially sabotaged my ability to enjoy friendships and intimacy - but because of the program, it's getting better. It is taking a long time and a lot of effort, but it is...getting...better.
"Do I make friends easily? Why or why not?"
A1, we were similar in many ways but on different ends of the spectrum... I was far from being over protected and it was, I believe, because of neglect and abuse that I became very introverted. It was very easy for me to entertain myself with sport activities. I would play basketball, by myself, for hours. I would pick two teams from the NBA and have my own game... the first team to 100 points would win. I got so involved with this entertainment, that I would keep records of who won the game... who lost and even had playoffs with it.
When that got old, I would grab my baseball glove and a tennis ball and pitch the ball to the brick steps in the front of our house... again... I would pick two teams and have a nine inning game.
My social skills were non-existent yet I could hold a conversation about sports for hours on end. Everyday I would bury my head in our newspaper and read the scores... who got traded or hurt.
By the time I was ready for grade school, I learned quickly that it wasn't "cool" to be playing these games by myself and keeping records for it all. Oh, I didn't quit doing it... I just went into hiding with it. I guess, for me, it was an early practice for my drinking habits.
In grade school, I was one of the first kids picked for sport teams... I was a good athlete and the friends I had were all athletes. Honestly, looking back, I can't remember anyone I bullied because while I was a good athlete, I was still kind of small for my age. Maybe because of a lack from a loving touch.
When I think back to grade school, I can't think of one close friend I'd like to see again. I went to a private school and after 8th grade... really didn't see much more of any of them. At that young age, my closest friends were four girls who were my neighbors. I was a lot more comfortable around them then guys... there never seemed to be a competition between us.
By high school I had grown into my body and became a feared person. I still never bullied anyone but I had a mean attitude... my childhood insanity was catching up with me. I started in football my senior year and was given a "license" to hit people and best of all I got cheered for it. All my friends were jocks and all we were concerned about was who could lift the most weight or who could drink the most beer.
By college it was who could drink or do the most drugs. As you can see my friendships were built around competitions and being a real "he-man." Looking back on it, the only close friends I had as a child were those girls and I threw them away because other guys would call me a sissy.
Today, I have friends... yet no real one close friend. And I'm OK with that. It takes a lot of energy to be a true friend. It isn't all about "me" in a friendship... it has to be about others as well. I want that but right now... I just don't have the energy to do it justice.
I still have a couple of friends from college, that I talk to every now and then and in the last year I began seeing that they still see me as "Old Dave" or "Drunk Dave" and I wondering if those friendships are really worth it. I want to enjoy today and dream of tomorrow and these two bring me back to the past...
Very good question and one I will be doing some more thinking about... thanks A1
Dave
Forgive me as I am exhausted today but I would like to try and explain how I feel on this one!
I sometimes feel that almost everything I do is at at a 'certain level' and that I never never ever let anyone truly close. It can distress me that I am that way.
On an outside kind of 'surface' level I make friends easily but I have the horrors of letting people too close and if I feel they are getting too close I have a tendency to distance myself which can be terribly confusing for the other party. I just struggle with it so much sometimes that I can feel physical pain. If I feel suffocated at all I can get panicky. Its a terrible feeling - it's like I crave depth and closeness but at the same time deep down have tremendous barriers - as if I am somehow 'faking' deep love and concern.
Its as if I am strangely detached even in the 'deepest' of friendships. I have occasionally explained this to friends I have become close to and they seem really understanding of it. I explained it as I didn't want them thinking it was anything they had done. The issue is mine.
It seems kind of sad but it is almost a safety net for me.
Thank you for posting the question...caused me to ponder the true nature of how close I really get to people.
I feel most at ease with others in recovery as they seem to just understand.
Hummm... For Me.. I do find that I CAN Make Friends Easily, BUT.... The Trust of that New Friend is LONG Going... In My Up bringing the company I kept were mostly Alcoholics or Addicts, so the TRUTH is something that was Lacking in about ALL my Relationships...
Even still as an Adult I find it Hard to Believe family & friends that say things to me, and of course the things they don't say as well...
I think I don't give to many a Chance to get to Know ME, because I am Constantly on Guard... I have always been a Gabber (HInts My Mile Long Shares:) SO I think that has Helped me step outside my bubble of Life, but yet... Even Making Friends, it just takes me so long to Accept a New Relationship...
I have Grown So Much in Al-Anon, and it has truly opened me up to the idea that ALL people are not bad & Lie, but I still Tip Toe My Way in... Just in Case...
In My Alcoholic home, we lived in the country, my closest Neighbor was 1/2 mile away, so Bonding with others till I was 9 wasn't much of an Option... But once we left our childhood home, I was Thrown into a Town were I had to Figure out how to Connect with People, which left me VERY Volnerable for sure, and open to be taking advantage of, because All I ever wanted was Acceptence & love.. I have really been trying Not to Be or Remain that Person, but at times, I do indeed catch myself going back to that 12yr old girl who just WANTED Friends... Someone... Anyone, that would listen or Give me a Hug when I Need it... And Other times after being Hurt, or Wounded, I tend to back away slowly till I can just get away from everyone...
So I Guess for Me, My Personality Easily "Makes" Friends, but My Soul Takes a Lot Longer to Accept them...
Sometimes for me I have also Noticed that with ALL my NEW Friends/Family in Program, I can feel overwhelmed just knowing I am So Loved... Funny how some Time & Recovery can Change a Person :) I'm Prayin its All for the Better...
Thanks for your Post ((((((((((A1)))))))))) I Like the Idea of answering random questions, just because I never know what is hiding below the surface, and sometimes I need other to help draw it out... :) Most Grateful...
Love, hugs & Prayers to all...
Oneness
Oneness... I enjoyed this aspect of your response...
I think I don't give to many a Chance to get to Know ME, because I am Constantly on Guard... I have always been a Gabber (HInts My Mile Long Shares:) SO I think that has Helped me step outside my bubble of Life, but yet... Even Making Friends, it just takes me so long to Accept a New Relationship...