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That was the message I got from my parents. There is a third part of that statement that I inferred and internalized, and that was "...because you're not good enough."
As I work on my recovery, I've become increasingly - and startlingly - aware of just how much of my life has been guided by that distorted way of thinking about myself and the world and people around me.
I was reading an article yesterday that helped me clarify my understanding of this. Much like this person's experience, my mother was a rageaholic who could erupt without warning. I am also learning to accept the truth that she was also controlling and emotionally unavailable for whatever reasons.
I seemed to be attracted to people who could not make up their minds how they felt about me. Women who would draw me close, then push me away. "I love you...but I don't want you (...because you're not good enough.)" Eventually I just gave up on relationships...and myself.
I married my first wife because she was different - she acted as if wanted me. It was too late before I realized that she was not only ACOA, but another rageaholic who also sent me messages that I wasn't good enough, but by way of constant verbal abuse instead of emotional unavailability. Being the doormat that I was, with zero self-esteem, I suffered through that for twelve long years.
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We have to uncover before we recover - that well-worn mantra holds true for a reason. With denial being such an integral part of my survival throughout my life, it is extremely painful and upsetting when I'm able to strip away that denial and see the cold, hard truth. In this instance it is the uncovering of one of the most deeply buried truths yet: that my mother wounded me in early childhood in ways that have cost me dearly throughout my life.
So many internalized messages have kept the denial intact. Aren't we supposed to revere our mothers? Shouldn't I be able to "just let it go?" But I am learning that I can't let something go until I own it first, and unearthing something that has been buried under decades of denial, processing it, and letting it go isn't something I can do in a free afternoon. I think well-meaning people encourage me to "let it go" because they think I've been suffering from years of resentment - actually, I've been suffering from decades of denial. Perhaps the buried feelings have generated a sort of underground resentment that manages to find its way out at times, but mostly I think it turns in on itself. I NEED to let these feelings surface.
OMG, I feel as if I'm rambling all over the place. I'm just in an emotionally raw place right now. In the long run this is likely a good thing - each time I peel back another layer of the onion, recovery soon follows. I just have to keep trusting HP and the program to help me heal.
Thanks for listening. Here's a link to the article that popped the cork on all this:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/you/article-2155872/First-person--I-accept-mother-s-anger-lose-love.html#ixzz1xQOk7p2d
As I work on my recovery, I've become increasingly - and startlingly - aware of just how much of my life has been guided by that distorted way of thinking about myself and the world and people around me.
I was reading an article yesterday that helped me clarify my understanding of this. Much like this person's experience, my mother was a rageaholic who could erupt without warning. I am also learning to accept the truth that she was also controlling and emotionally unavailable for whatever reasons.
I seemed to be attracted to people who could not make up their minds how they felt about me. Women who would draw me close, then push me away. "I love you...but I don't want you (...because you're not good enough.)" Eventually I just gave up on relationships...and myself.
I married my first wife because she was different - she acted as if wanted me. It was too late before I realized that she was not only ACOA, but another rageaholic who also sent me messages that I wasn't good enough, but by way of constant verbal abuse instead of emotional unavailability. Being the doormat that I was, with zero self-esteem, I suffered through that for twelve long years.
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We have to uncover before we recover - that well-worn mantra holds true for a reason. With denial being such an integral part of my survival throughout my life, it is extremely painful and upsetting when I'm able to strip away that denial and see the cold, hard truth. In this instance it is the uncovering of one of the most deeply buried truths yet: that my mother wounded me in early childhood in ways that have cost me dearly throughout my life.
So many internalized messages have kept the denial intact. Aren't we supposed to revere our mothers? Shouldn't I be able to "just let it go?" But I am learning that I can't let something go until I own it first, and unearthing something that has been buried under decades of denial, processing it, and letting it go isn't something I can do in a free afternoon. I think well-meaning people encourage me to "let it go" because they think I've been suffering from years of resentment - actually, I've been suffering from decades of denial. Perhaps the buried feelings have generated a sort of underground resentment that manages to find its way out at times, but mostly I think it turns in on itself. I NEED to let these feelings surface.
OMG, I feel as if I'm rambling all over the place. I'm just in an emotionally raw place right now. In the long run this is likely a good thing - each time I peel back another layer of the onion, recovery soon follows. I just have to keep trusting HP and the program to help me heal.
Thanks for listening. Here's a link to the article that popped the cork on all this:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/home/you/article-2155872/First-person--I-accept-mother-s-anger-lose-love.html#ixzz1xQOk7p2d
My mom had Many Faces that I Remember from my childhood... The 1st I Remember of her Relationship with my Father was she did the "Tip Toe Dance" with him 24/7... Us Kids were to Stay at a Pace that would not Upset or Ripple the Waters of my Afather... I Remember My Father being Fast Asleep on the Couch and would wake up.. Yell My Moms Name & Say... "Where is My TEA?" and My Mom would Immediately Drop EVERYTHING she was Doing.. RUN to the Kitchen & Get his Ice Tea, a Napkin to sit it on... By the time it Got there, he would have most times drifted back off, and demanded a :"Fresh" Glass Next time... And again... She would Run to the rescue of his Needs...
When she left my Father & there was No other Man in the House, she was ALL over the Place, there would be Rage, Tons of Tears for My Mom is VERY Emotional, She would Stab you with a "If You wouldn't have done this... We Wouldn't be here!" statement... And when I got Old Enough for Boyfriends, WELL everyone of them was Pon-Scum... Didn't matter what Family came from, how good they were or weren't, but if they where with me, they was No Good, and She Didn't know why I waisted My time on such Trash... But... When they was around she would just Flat Out Ignore them & Me Most of the time, so it was Easier Just NOT Bringing them around....
I have Really Worked Hard NOT to be My Mother... She does have ALOT of Wonderful Quality's that i have Now seen over the years thanks to al-anon, but there is still a Very Deep Pain of Insecurity's that Lay in my Up bringing... That I Struggle with in Mostly ALL My Relationships... TRUST in someones Word, is a Biggy, Trust in Myself Even Bigger, and Self Esteem has its Days, but it has never run in to weeks or years... I Know that Raw of the Onion and it is painful peeling it back, at the same time, I Feel Very Fortonate that I am Givin the Chance thanks to these 12 steps to have the courage to look back, LEARN, and do my Best to Rise above, in Acceptance... I don't see how I could have ever got this far without the help of this program, & HP... I'm Just Grateful I Faught my Way back up, and Made WONDERFUL Friends along the way...
Thanks for this (((A1))) You Also Help me Grow .... Most Grateful ;)
Love & Prayers to You & Your Journey to Forgiveness & Peace =)
This may be a terrible thing to say but I despise my mother. I struggle to seperate her behaviour from her.
When I am in a good spiritual place I feel indifferent to her and feel nothing, but when I am not in a good place I feel rage and disdain towards her.
At work the other day a lady commented that some people shouldn't be parents, I semi jokingly said "Yeah, like my 'mother'". This lady responded "Oh u don't mean that". I looked at her then directly with no hint of a joke and said "I am deadly serious". I could see the disbelief in her face.
Revere my mother? I don't revere my mother or my father. I see him as a weak man who also let me down plenty of times.
I don't know or understand God's plan but I struggle with it plenty. I am grateful to be in Acoa and indeed AA but I don't feel I owe my parents any sense of gratitude. They are selfish, selfcentred and yes of course I try to understand that they are run by a million of their own neuroses. It doesn't make it right.
A very early AA sponsor (who I now see had her own issues and I do believe is a little mentally unwell herself) virtually shouted at me when i put my mother down on my step 4 list. She screamed almost hysterically ... " Oh but she clothed and fed you".
WHAT?????? So that's alright then? ...No its not.
I recently got a childhood photo of myself with my brothers and some cousins... in the photo, I'm maybe two years old and my dad is holding me... that poor poor child... just looking at that photo makes me want to punch that man so much...
I believe I have forgiven him and my mom, yet I still struggle with being acknowledged that I was abused as a child... I never got that apology or acknowledgement and it sucks...
Great write and read A1
Dave
I struggle with that. I think I have 'forgiven' my parents for their harms against me - my mother was the worse offender. However I think deep down I have perhaps more simply come to an 'acceptance' that they are who they are and were who they were and that's that.
IF they did the best they could with the tools they had then those tools were totally inadequate. Why? Don't really know, but I imagine their past may have had a hand in it. That is not to excuse it - just helps me understand.
I often wonder if i have been using the word 'forgiveness' where i should really be using the word 'acceptance'. Just pondering.
I mean how can I forgive someone who never asked for it? I do understand that if the people who harmed us are no longer with us, that there may well have been a time in their life - had they have been here on this planet long enough, that they may have reached the point of recognising their wrongs and asking for forgiveness???? I don't know.
Did they know what they were doing was wrong when they did it? Surely they must have in some very obvious cases.
I think I may, with those who are still living on this planet, make a point of using the word 'acceptance' rather than 'forgiveness'....I am going to experiment with it and see if it brings me better peace. I will let you all know!!!! *smiling*
I often feel when I claim I have 'forgiven' my parents that I am not being true to myself....and that makes me feel uneasy.
Much love
K xx
Forgiveness is for our benefit, not that of the perpetrator, and it's a process, not an event. And I don't think it means letting them off the hook; rather, for me it has meant that I take ownership of what happened (shedding the denial and facing reality), understand that what happened was the result of my parents' own respective illnesses, and then psychologically give the illness back to them, saying "Here, I don't want this anymore. It's yours...keep it." After all, much of our wounding was the result of our parents projecting their illness onto us. There is a certain freedom that results from such a process. I'm still in the middle of that process myself, but thanks to the wisdom of some Al-a-Pals with strong programs, I'm going to trust that process.
A helpful thing I've heard in the rooms is, "they couldn't give me what they never had themselves."
I shared a story to that college class that I had never told anyone... and I mean anyone. And I felt a sense of shame and some very real anger. The spent that night in a hotel (a mini-vacation for me) and while I felt great with what I shared, I kept thinking to the event I shared. Can it ever really be forgiven? Possibly... but I'm not sure if I have.
I have accepted it. I also realize, for me, that forgiveness will come. The reason I believe that is because I believe in unconditional love from my HP.
I don't know if I'm phrasing it right but I do believe my HP has forgiven my parents, as much as She has forgiven me. So, if they are worthy of forgiveness and I am worthy of forgiveness, then somehow I need to forgive as well. And for that forgiveness to come I first have to accept...
A great topic... really making me think
I hear you folks!!!!!
For me, to forgive some acts in this way, is telling myself that I made the story up. That it was a fantasy... it wasn't real.
My childhood was horrendous. And never once did my parents acknowledge it. Abused? Yes I was. Spiritually, mentally, physically and sexually. To forgive with no conditions, I believe for me would kill the inner child in me.
I don't have the anger that I had years ago. I don't have the pain I had years ago. I am no longer a victim.
This came about because forgiveness came by acceptance. There is nothing I can do to change the past, but unconditional forgiveness? I doubt I will ever totally be there. And that's OK.
With acceptance to my nightmare, I let go of being a victim. And for me, it also helped me understand my parents a bit better. And that's as close to total forgiveness as I can get.
The past will not be forgotten... but I won't stare at it... yet I also won't deny it. I owe that much to "Baby Dave."