Because there is so much discussion lately about pity, empathy and compassion in the wake of a relationship with a sociopath, I am writing this article to discuss compassion as it fits into the recovery process.
Before I begin, I would like to humbly remind my readers that recovery, by its nature, is a progression through different stages of emotional learning. If the trauma is major, these emotional states will be intense. And they will color our “sight” or view of the world and ourselves. I’m pointing this out as a warning that, unless you are in late-stage recovery, the material in this article may be irritating and you may find me a holier-than-thou pain in the butt.
If the farthest you have gone in trauma processing is denial, bargaining, anger, or grief and letting go, the related emotions will — and should — dominate your view of things until you learn the lessons of that stage and gaduate to the next one. Each graduation changes your world, and it also alters your perspective on how you felt before. For example, anger looks back at denial as a less empowered, less insightful phase. And denial veiws anger as anger as socially unacceptable or scary. This is just the natural progression of maturing consciousness. We look back from a larger perspesctive. We tend to block or demonize information from levels that are too far beyond where we are now.
So if this article doesn’t make sense to you, or it seems “nice but improbable,” or you find it irritating or nutty, it means it’s not useful to your current learning stage. Typically we can see into the next level of healing, even if we’re not fully there. Beyond that, it’s hard for us to intuitively grasp how it’s going to be.
As we observe on LoveFraud, there is a lot of learning in recovery. This article is about the end of the process. It’s an end so complete that, every “next time” we face a trauma, we know how the processing will end. It changes forever the way we approach healing and the speed at which we do it.
Defining compassion
Most of us grew up in the Judeo-Christian tradition where compassion is understood as a “social” feeling. That is, the feeling is about “we,” not just “I.” It’s associated with ideas about welfare as a community goal, not just an individual one. So we tend to define compassion as concern about someone else’s difficulty plus some level of obligation to help.
This definition of compassion is why the sociopath’s pity ploy is so challenging for us. It’s also why there may be resistance to my statements that I feel compassion for my ex, because I am aware of the painful identity damage he lives with. The assumption, I believe, is that it’s dangerous to feel compassion for an anti-social person, because that feeling comes with implied obligation to help. So it may seem inexplicable that I am aware of his pain, but feel no responsibility for alleviating it.
The concept of compassion that I am presenting to you today is somewhat different. It is more like a Buddhist or Eastern idea of compassion. This compassion is simply a state (of mind), not a process of identifying need and acting on it. This state of compassion may inform our actions — quite literally inform, by providing information — but the actions themselves are driven by other commitments or goals.
That’s all very abstract. Why does it matter?
Here’s why. The state of compassion which is open-hearted willingness to understand other people’s states and situations and to feel whatever feelings that produces puts us into full alignment with “what is.” It’s a vibrant awareness that keeps us gathering information, learning, and accepting reality without judgment.
It’s not that we don’t make judgments on other levels of consciousness. In a compassionate state, we may understand what’s driving a person who is dangerous to us. On another level, we may interpret this person as nothing but a threat and be preparing to defend ourselves or flee. But the compassionate level “sees” their state, our state, and many surrounding details. All that information moves “down” the processing ladder to refine what’s going on at the visceral self-defense level, the pleasure-pain level, our community-feelings level, and the cognitive level where we’re doing logical reasoning.
In other words, this compassionate level of awareness feeds all our processes by providing them with information that is detailed, perceptive and based on openness to active states and connections in our environment.
If this sounds like a hierarchy of consciousness, that is exactly what it is. There are lots of models for this hierarchy, which I’m not going to get into now. But I mentioned earlier that this is the end-state of recovery. That means recovery from a specific trauma. It doesn’t mean that we have this compassionate awareness in every area of our lives, but any specific healing process is over when we have processed through to compassion.
Our changing focus in healing
We’ve talked about denial, bargaining, anger, grief and letting go, and finally learning the lesson that changes our perspectives and/or life rules. This follows the Kubler-Ross model of grief processing. But Kubler-Ross was conceived as a model for people facing terminal illness. It described how people come to accept the ending of their lives. The model I’m working with goes farther, because it assumes that recovery is a doorway into a new chapter of life.
To see the whole picture of recovery, it helps to look at the progressive shifts in our focus. Up to anger, and including part of the angry phase, trauma processing is about maintaining personal control the idea that this is something we can change or affect. First we try to control our reactions (denial), then we try to control how our behavior influenced the situation (bargaining), then we try to control the situation by force of will (anger). In anger, we grasp that the problem is external to us. To control the impact of such externalities in the future, we develop defensive skills and perceptions.
In the later stages of anger and this is one of the things that moves us out of anger we become aware that we’re dealing with something that was not in our control at all. While the skills-building makes us feel better about ourselves, we are still reacting to outside threats. This focus on the external continues through the grieving and letting go process.
Turning inward
Grieving what we cannot change leads, eventually, to letting go. We can’t fully let go in anger. Instead, we have to revisit the love or great value we felt toward what we lost. (This may be, and often is, something that we now recognize as an illusion.) Reawakening love, even to say goodbye, relaxes us back into ourselves, and opens us to the “lightbulb” learnings that typically release us from previous attachments or ideas of what we “must” have or do to be happy or whole.
In discovering what we don’t need, we gain freedom — more scope of action, feelings, and even intellect. But to explore the meaning of that freedom, we find ourselves “shaking down” our internal systems to see what makes sense now and what doesn’t. With freedom comes responsibilities, and we have more learning to do about how we will act, what we will expect, and how our feelings work in this new world.
As a simple example, a common learning from our experience with a sociopath is that, although we once needed other poeple to confirm our okay-ness, we realize we don’t need external validation to trust our values and perceptions. So flattery and promises, or outside opinons about our dreams or our guilt, may sometimes make us feel good (or bad) but they’re not ultimately as true for us as our own ideas and feelings. So how does that affect every other relationship in our lives? Working this through takes time and experimentation.
More to the point, perhaps, relationships with sociopaths teach us that we have the inborn entitlement and responsibility to take better care of ourselves. To take ourselves more seriously. To assign higher value to not just our survival, but what we do with our lives. And this imperative eventually brings us to a confrontation with how we really feel about ourselves.
Clearing the obstacles to self-love
This confrontation is usually shocking, something like traumatic. It’s mindbending to discover that we’ve been carrying around damage that has caused us to treat ourselves as badly as we accused the sociopath of doing. In fact, we could almost call the sociopath an agent of our own distrust and disrespect for ourselves.
But now we’re experienced enough to know that we didn’t do this to ourselves. We identify the externaliites and note how little control we had. Even working with memories, we can assert our right to our integrity, our right to thrive, and reject the old influences on our lives that once crippled us with feelings of unlovability, unworthiness, insecurity or despair.
This process of restoring self-love is the end stretch of trauma-processing. Our shakedown of our internal beliefs, rules and processes becomes more pervasive and profound. We are in touch with a need that we may have felt before, often masked in background anxiety or in addictive hungers, but we can’t mistake what it really is. We want to clear away anything that keeps us from being in touch with our true self the bright, good, authentic, perceptive, learning, feeling center that has been the source of our best social impulses and also our self-healing impulses all our lives.
When we understand that this center exists and feel its nature, we come home to something that has always been there. It’s an experience that is impossible to describe, but it is the beginning of making sense of everything in our lives. In particular, we see how much of our life story has been about our attempts to heal traumas and get back to who we are. We become more conscious of how unhealed wounds color our perceptions. Though we cannot resolve everything at once, each resolved trauma illumates more of our authentic self, and helps us tell the differnce between what is authentic in us and what is unfinished trauma-processing. In this knowledge, we become more understanding and able to comfort ourselves, and more accepting of our normal human pains, fears, losses, as well as hungers, attractions, and goals.
We don’t have to be perfect to love ourselves. We can make peace with who we are. We can become more relaxed about new challenges, because we accept that, win or lose, we’re going to learn something great. We can acquire a sense of humor about where we’re still developing and are not so good at being all we could be.
We gain a new perspective, a kind of distance from ourselves that relieves us from fear and criticism, but encourages us in our progess as evolving people. That perspective also gradually aligns all the levels of consciousness behind a new “boss,” a new highest, deepest level that is more open and smart, while being more tolerant and supportive of our humanity. All of it our need to physically survive, our genetic attachments to family, our drive to bond and reproduce, our dependence on community, our desire to make our lives meaningful, and all the other needs that come with being human. Compassion is like having an angel in the “top office,” influencing the way the whole company works.
But here’s the thing about compassion. As that open-hearted awareness anchors our internal workings, it also changes the way we see the world. Our perceptions are a reflection of our inner lives. We see from where we are in ourselves.
Compassion and Sociopathy
Compassion is a state of awareness. As I said earlier, this definition of compassion does not require us to act or react. It simply provides a new and more refined set of information to the rest of our systems. In the case of identifying a sociopath or finding reason to react, the identification is made with openness to understanding their state, including the wounded pain of their broken humanity. But compassion feels this pain without becoming involved in it. The information made available to our defensive systems may be simply that this person is wounded, extremely needy for personal support, but is apparently unable to heal or return support to other people. His needs are bottomless and not fixable by us.
Sad for him, and sad for us to know this about him. But it clarifies our response. Compassion tells us there is no potential for a mutual relationship and nothing to be gained by trying to help.
People who have read me here for a while, know that I am committed to changing social systems that, in my belief, create the circumstances in which children develop affective disorders — inadequate nurture, environmental violence and direct abuse. Sociopathy is an affective disorder, which may have genetic factors of predisposition, but is powerfully affected by environmental factors. I can’t change sociopaths, but I want to help reduce future suffering (and all the suffering it causes) at the source, where children are learning despair of trusting anything but themselves.
My way to change those systems is to help individuals stop the cycle of damage for themselves. I believe that we can heal our old damage, so we are no longer perpetuating or supporting the transmission of damage through generations, communities and other human systems. If we don’t get well, we are part of the problem. If we do get well, we become living solutions. Some of us will change the world just by being human beacons, people who inspire other people to learn to love themselves and discover with the powerful rationality that compassion brings. Some of us will use the information compassion brings us to actively work on human systems to create a better world where human potential can flourish.
So that is compassion in my view. I hope this clarifies what I mean when I talk about compassion, and why some of you may find my perspectives and my language so different. I hope that, in my voice, some of you hear the voice of your future.
Namaste. My angel high-fives your angel.
Kathy
PS. This article is not about what’s wrong with you, being a more loving person so you’re treated better, or accepting or forgiving bad behavior. If it even seems like that, come back and take another look at it in a year or so. In the meantime, don’t worry, you’re doing fine and exactly where you’re supposed to be on the path.
Thanks pollyannanomore 🙂
I am being patient and gentle with myself and letting my writing come out in it’s own time. I’m emotionally exhausted and I remind myself that I am still going through PTSD, when the awareness of my low functioning state starts to annoy me. One thing I’ve learned out of this, and am still learning to do is to not be so knee jerk critical of myself. Writing has been a form of expression of for me for years.I’ve written professionally (to a limited degree) and it’s also been a creative outlet for myself. Being so mentally confused right now, writing clearly and coherently has become a chore like never before in my life! It has been taking a lot of letting go of personal scripts for myself to just write my thoughts out and post them here to share with people, and not be bothered by any grammatical or spelling errors that I’ve made.
I know exactly what you’re talking about with the loss of hope and dreams. I have lost that ability too. It’s palpable to me. Anytime I think of the future, it hits me that I can no longer dream the way I used to. Yes, there is a bleak, black cloud cynicism to it.
Bringing FAITH into it, I think is important, since I think faith is something that’s different from dreams and hope. Faith is having a deep seated confidence in the unknown. So, I am just “sitting” with faith for the moment because it feels more grounded and true for me, if that makes sense?
My love for music and enjoyment of so much music is something the exSpath STOLE from me. I do believe that we can TAKE THAT BACK and RECLAIM it as our own. I believe it’s a slow process though and for me, what I am doing is staying away from any music that is emotionally tied to the exSpath. It would be too much of a huge emotional whammy.
I have slowly opened myself up to new music though that is not tied to the ex and it is so healing. I found this song and video by Sheryl Crow about a month ago on youtube. It’s from a cd by her entitled “Globe Sessions”. The song and particularly the video blew me away. It’s like it was depicting in short video format, elements of my life with the sociopath.
The song is called “Anything But Down” and you can watch it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kT9AeM0PWY
Kathleen:
I have had the chorus from an old song going through my head repeatedly off and on for about 2 weeks now.
The song that keep repeating (seemingly out of nowhere) is the Bee Gees’ song, “Words”. I never liked the Bee Gees. In fact I really can’t stand that music from the 70’s but having been a teenager during that time, the music is imprinted in my memory.
“And you think that I don’t even mean
a single word I say.
It’s only words,
and words are all I have
to take your heart away.
It’s only words,
and words are all I have
to take your heart away.
It’s only words,
and words are all I have
to take your heart away.”
That’s my BLACK CLOUD SONG.
p.s. There is so much I’d love to reply to..but I’ll have to do it a bit later.
Peace 🙂
Hi EVERYONE – i got a very short and intense contract to write a grant (in addition to me day job) this next week – so, I won’t be here much. 🙁
I am sure that by the time i finish the contract i’ll be painfully backed up with spath puss and will be back with a vengeance.
okay, that sounded way less gross in my head. 🙂
$75.00 to write the grant. 🙂 I can pay my rent next month!
Stressful though. I have huge anxiety when i write – especially in ‘grant land’ as i don’t have much experience. LOTS of marketing and communications writing experience though – and the time line is extremely compact.
Any anxiety reducing ideas will be greatly appreiciated. this is a means to an end.
gracious – $75.00 an hour. may wonders never cease.
best,
one step
Kathleen: Your posts are long but they are so right on and so soul-satisfying…thank you. And Polly, yours too. I came here today after getting some artwork done which feels good though in the midst of it is the silence I know you’ve all felt. And the thoughts about HIM where two hours ago I just wanted to call him and say ‘Have you really NOT CARED?? Have you really been the crocodile appetizer I last had with you the other day when you were trying to ‘be nice’ and take me to lunch – probably with money you got from my guitar the week before?? And today you call after promising to call yesterday and come up with it…and say your usual “So YOU couldn’t
pick up and call me yourself even though I (him) didn’t call you yesterday?’
And the good thing is I didn’t defend myself, I told the truth of having had a friend over I’d told him about (female) and he’d said he’d call in several hours and come up…so I put it on my mental back-burner, enjoyed my friend, took a bubble bath which I admit I do when I’m just feeling a bit
exhausted – mentally and physically – and this whole stealing of the guitar
– the ultimate deal-breaker – has exhausted me internally. And then my
son came over with my grandson and was at my house for hours – he’d gotten a cool helmet camera he wanted to show me movies on my computer and he and friend tearing through the beautiful hills on their bikes
with incredible dips and jumps and great scenery was all there to see – I had a really wonderful vicarious adventure free of charge (with no punitive
after effects..) and all the while my little grandson enjoying his toys and
newfound ability to crawl up our legs and voice his delight, too.
And finally, my son took the time to put the crib together for me that I’d
bought months ago – an antique one that had been problematic, no manual
and my man and I had not been able to figure out…
Kathleen, your post about thievery was just what has been flowing through
my emotional veins – trying to understand what the transaction really was
between this man and I. I’ve had the same motivations as you from childhood ‘stuff’ and tried to fill in my own blanks with certain men. In this
and a previous case, being with a man who HAD had alot of personal success in their field, wanting that for my own in the field of art – having it myself
over the years but not as pronounced as these people in theirs. Except in
their cases, they had had it young, something like Tiger Woods in that they
must’ve put in the work from a young age, made alot of money – spent it
on themselves and family, now not doing well in their older years. Still charismatic, still trying to deal as adults with real responsiblity after years
of having adulation and special privileges afforded them. The latest man
even said by age 11 – he felt he’d been used by others (‘white people’) and
knew he carried a grudge in expecting them to give back to him.
So he put my gift of music (art) almost literally in his pocket by making off
with my guitar. And it turns out I hadn’t been playing it much, that with him
around I put my own art on the back-burner to be there for him. That aspect was not entirely his fault – I let it happen. I’ve chosen to not fully
put my own dreams and aspirations center stage, someone else always
seems to come first or be more important.
I am feeling a certain anger about all this but also a certain release as well
and a new understanding that was really there underneath it all even years
before. He hasn’t called back today after saying he would – I wanted to
work in studio anyway – have one more day off so my plan is to let him
know I am going to drive halfway down to city where he’s now living – give
him option to meet me where I can give him all his baggage of his things
still in my car trunk. If he chooses to meet me within a certain time with
my guitar, fine. If not, I’ll leave it all there near a store we both know – will
try to put in safe area with a note that it is to be picked up. Otherwise, I
feel I’m still in some kind of holding pattern game with him right now..
Polly, I read your post, and I want to reframe something I said. Because I think I might have said something unhelpful.
You said you want to learn more about the mini-S. And then you talked, as you have talked before, about the idea that he wanted you to kill yourself. And about a death wish.
I frankly wish I hadn’t brought up the mini-S. It’s an idea I played with, especially when I was trying to de-tox. That I’d picked up some contagion, especially in the inability to trust and the concern that I might not be able to love again, and my general cynicism about everyone’s motives, and maybe my inclination toward self-hatred and depression. All that was like him. And I felt it more powerfully after him than I ever had before.
But reading your post, I realize how much this idea made you think about him, him, him. Contagion was a useful conceit when it was about detoxing. But it’s not particularly useful when we get to thinking about them as avatars for unresolved traumas that we’ve been carrying around and recreating as life dramas.
You’ve made me recognize that I’m not communicating something very well. So I’m going to try to do it better.
I told you about when I was a little girl, and that first big trauma happened and I “learned” something. It was the kind of learning that we get from childhood trauma. We can’t completely process it for a variety of reasons. But one is that we can’t identify our perpetrators’ behavior as bad, because we’re dependent on them and because they are our primary source of social feedback. Likewise we don’t have a clear sense of our needs, and certainly not our entitlements. In fact, we’re more likely to identify ourselves as bad, because we’re still learning the rules of how things work. So we associate certain behaviors with shame, threats, being excluded from the circle of family love. We make rules about not doing that again.
And those rules are associated with certain sense memories. Those anchors become part of our personal mythology that are, very likely, reinforced in the same family environment. Creating more anchors. I call them “voices,” but these various anchors associated with certain rules. They remind me to keep behaving according to that rule. And they create “catastrophe” or “villainous” images of what would happen or what I would be if I broke those rules.
So if I am tempted to speak up about what I want, I can get whammied with the whole trio — rule voice, catastrophe images, and villain ideas. “Nobody loves a selfish girl.” Visual images of standing on a cold street corner with nowhere to go. “If you’re not generous and kind and a healing angel for everyone else, no one will ever care about you.” Emotional memories of loneliness to the point of despair. A girl with a face like a shark stealing everything from everyone around her, and being branded a criminal. Depending on how much I really want something for myself, these anchors keep coming. And if I do want something badly enough to act selfishly, there is a huge embedded belief that I’m going to pay for it.
While this all sounds really awful, it’s important to understand that the original learning was self-protective and all the anchors, at base, are about self-protection. All of it was designed (by you) to take care of you. A lot of it has become aspects of your personality you want to treat with compassion and understanding, as you thank them for their efforts and explain they don’t have to keep generating all these big reminders. That you’re a grown-up and can take care of yourself now.
This becomes particularly useful as we let go of certain parts of ourselves — in my case it was being the perfect Barbie for my lovers — and have to deal with the backlash from the parts of me that were created from my believe that I had to be the perfect Barbie to survive. Sometimes it takes a little time to reassure yourself that it’s really okay if you grow up now.
But to get back to where we started, there are also the villainous aspects. Remember that shark-faced girl that everyone thought was a criminal? She is the warning of what I will be if I become too self-interested (which in my case, was self-interested at all). Bad self-interest. Bad initiative. Bad ambition. Bad having my own ideas of what I wanted. Particularly bad imagining that my ideas of what I wanted had a right to impinge on anyone else’s. I could have what they didn’t want, maybe, but nothing beyond the crumbs. And I’d only get the crumbs if no one was mad at me.
See how codependents are trained?
But more important, see where we get our 1) fear of being assertive and 2) tendency to demonize people who run their lives out of self-interest if they get too close to us. Because that doesn’t work for us. We can’t meet self-interest with self-interest. We can only be incredibly agreeable and generous and do well with people who also put other people first or who understand that we’re being so agreeable and generous so they’ll love us.
This is not an apology for sociopaths. No one can do well with them. But it is perhaps an attempt to take some of the drama out of the situation, and turn it into a character assessment. This man sounds like someone who is all about getting what he wants with the least possible hassle, now or in the future. So if the alternative is you dropping dead or you being a pain in the neck from his past refusing to get over it and go away, you already know what the answer it.
Yes, unpleasant guy with no social feelings at all. Yes, no one to get involved with in any way. But — and I apologize if this is hard to hear — his character wouldn’t be such an issue if you weren’t already socialized to trade sacrifices for love. And in fact, if you didn’t have such internal drama about self-interest and related character traits already established in your mind, you might have been able to deal with him more effectively from beginning to end. First, because you would have been able to objectively evaluate the quality of self-interest in some else — too much, too little, whether that worked for you. Second because you could have felt and communicated your own self-interest.
Imagine if you’d said early on, “Look I’m a self-interested person. I have non-negotiable needs. I only care about other people’s needs if I’m getting my needs met. And even then, I’m only interested if they’re contributing something to my life that I find exceptionally meaningful or special. Now, forgive me if this sounds rude, but could you explain to me again what you’re here for? By the way, I do check references. And please don’t slam the door on your way out. It bothers my dog.”
I know that’s just too out-there to be real. But is it really? I mean, you don’t have to talk like that to think like that, and run your life like that.
And hopefully one day you will, which will not make you a raving bitch (though everyone you are better off not knowing will think so). But the real problem you have to overcome is, will you think you’re raving bitch? If you don’t care about this person? If he sent you roses daily for three months, and moved across the country to be close to you, and weeded your garden and cleaned your gutters while you’re at work, and left hand-cooked meals on your doorstep with concert tickets wrapped in the napkins, and did everything he could think of to make you love him, and you still found this person uninteresting and would actually prefer he’d give up, would that make you a bad person? If you ate the food and used the concert tickets just to compensate yourself for the nuisance he was, would that make you a bad person? If in the middle of all this, your date for your sister’s wedding fell out and you brought him along, because you didn’t want to show up alone, but told him this was an one-and-only, and not to expect another date, would that make you a bad person?
I’m not trying to get you to identify the line of when you go from self-interested to bad. I’m trying to get you to imagine something else. Not caring about what another person wants if it doesn’t align with what you want. Running Polly’s life for Polly.
So let’s revisit those dark clouds and imagine what’s inside them. Let’s assume that at least some of them are “messages” from the people in your past who didn’t want you to run Polly’s life for Polly. They’re gone, and the messages are really only anchors attached to the rules. But what would these messages say? That you’ll never be good for much on your own? That you have to depend on other people to provide the dreams in your life? That a fully domesticated Polly is acceptable, but a natural Polly is asking for brutal training by rejection, starvation and punishment? That Polly is not okay, and anytime Polly thinks she’s okay she’s doubly not okay? That any attempt to be creative, spontaneous or honest is an invitation to suicide by perpetrator? (That is, “It’s your fault that I’m doing this to you.”)
These are the catastrophic and villainizing messages. The mini-perpetrators we carry around in our heads. And until you actually do the work of discovering their source, and re-doing the trauma processing from a more adult pespective, the challenge is to fight them off. Someone here, Oxy maybe, suggested telling them to just shut the f**k up. I had a minister who called it “stinkin’ thinkin'” and suggested saying, “Cancel, cancel, cancel.”
I just find it helpful to remember these are not my voices. They are what I call acquired noise. I never would have been thinking this stuff, if I hadn’t been involved with or dependent on people who couldn’t tolerate a whole and healthy me and tried to make me smaller and weaker. It’s just a lot of junk they tried to make me believe. But it’s not me.
Just to clarify what more adult processing of a trauma is, it’s going back and looking at the same scene through the child’s eyes but with your adult knowledge of the world, and re-evaluating it as someone who really cares about that child. If you had been the child’s parent and the other people had been distant relatives or neighbors, what would you have done to take care of her? And what would you have taught her about what was doing on, to help her deal with it and not come to the wrong conclusion about what was courteous or respectful behavior, or whether she really had to manage everyone’s feelings so that she would continue to be loved, supported, sheltered and fed.
Well, I’ve written this letter as though we’re twins from different mothers. And I don’t know that. Maybe all of this doesn’t apply to you. But take what’s worthwhile, and don’t worry about the rest. But definitely don’t worry about mini-S’s in your head. It’s residue, and it can be neutralized or cleared out or told gently there’s been a change of management and they can retire to the beach now.
Kathy
How you do, Little Miss Unlovabel Criminal.
persephone, you sound like you’re doing great. I love you dropping off his stuff at a store, whether or not he’s there. Good for you!
The only that I would do, if it were me, is keep that guitar a debt. Don’t cancel it out as a loss. You said it was a dealbreaker for you, and that is great. But if you make it a debt, everytime you think about him or see him, you’ll remember that he owes you a guitar.
Maybe even get to the point that you stop communicating with him entirely until he antes up the guitar he owes you. If by some bad luck he does that, you can replace as a dealbreaker with all the other things he owes you.
I felt pretty good the day I decided that if my ex ever showed up again at my door (which he is shameless and opportunistic enough to do if he hits a bad patch), I would open it and say, “If you want to talk to me, hand over a check for $50,000 and a really nice piece of jewelry to apologize for the hassle you caused, and then I might consider it. Meanwhile, get off my property.”
Some people misunderstand when I say this, and go, “Oh, you don’t want to open the door to him under any circumstances. Do you really want him to come back?”
But that’s not the point. This is about him owing me, and me not forgetting it. And not letting him forget it, if he’s ever stupid enough to show up here again.
Of course, he’d go away. He uses women for money, and he makes Scrooge look like the United Way. But even that’s not the point.
The point is to keep things real to ourselves. What they took means something to us. And if we just write it off, it’s like we’re agreeing that we were losers. We may not be able to get it back, but we remember what happened. We place a value on our own lives, and we don’t give up our claim to ownership. This is a disagreement that isn’t settled, because they say it’s settled. We don’t give up being true to our own reality.
We make the cost of relationships with us fairness, at least, but more than that, consideration and appreciation and taking responsibility for carrying their own weight. And if they don’t, we place a mental sign around their neck that says “I.O.U. and I haven’t paid it back.”
I don’t know if it would work for you. But it really helped me be done with him. And later it helped me mentally get clear of other people who were big drains on my life.
Kathy
Thanks Kathleen: Wonderful post to Polly (and I’m sure everyone took something from it as I did!) I agree with you on making guitar a debt and not a loss – I’d already thought of saying to him that even if he can’t come up with lump sum now – he could make even $50/month payments to me once he starts getting his paychecks – according to him his new job will be paying him more than I’m currently making! I found my receipt and I’d paid for guitar on layaway and came to almost $400 – I have a musician friend who said it was(is) a really fine, good brand guitar and we both loved the tone of it.
icanseeclearlynow – I listened to Sheryl Crow song and looked up lyrics – this one hit me ‘You with your steel beliefs – That don’t match anything you do – It was so much easier before you became you.’
one step – Good luck and congratulations on grant-writing job, all I can say
is Bubble baths and Tennis!
And that was my last long, or any post today, tomorrow and maybe longer. I have to get back to work.
Thank you to the people who actually read this stuff, and for your wonderful posts. I do apologize for being long-winded, but I was like I was writing letters to you, and I just stopped fighting it.
one_step, congratulations on some real money. And gosh, another marketing/comms person. I have the same problem about anxiety. But if I just re-read the specs for the project, I get excited. Maybe if you read the proposal requirements, you’ll get it excited too, and forget to be nervous.
Good night, all, and much love —
Kathy
i be so reading posts. Makes much sense why the cycle of the world keeps going as it does.
Pretender peoples have been around for as long as there was time. they have shaped your history. their bloody hands have worked their appetites upon this world. nations have fallen. millions have been killed in their genocide. generations have fallen into destruction. And a handful of them is all it takes to control billions of you. Too many are still bowed under their spell.
this breed not just responsible for hurt feelings, broken hearts or betrayal. but unfathomal crimes against humanity since they have walked amongst you.
we watch from the sidelines. we have walked amongst you as well. we have also shaped your histories.. we have always been few. but we are more now. but there be little we can do. we can’t inpose upon you. we have a different code we follow. we have been the Einsteins, the Galileos, the DaVincis. but there have always been those others. those who number more. those that have torn this world apart and will continue to do so. just naming the recent pretenders in your history, the Hitlers and the Saddams those responsible for the Rwanda Genocide… that be just to name a few…These have always been there… and they be here now and more will rise up again and do what their predecesors have done and more… while everyday peoples continue to allow them to…
they could not have done it on their own. they can not do it on their own. they do not simply take their power…. it is gifted to them.
it is a choice.
wake up everyday peoples. remember who you are. there is nothing in me that is not in you.
look to that divine part of yourself. that infinite part of yourself. choose that part of you that is complete and whole. not the illusion of your broken self.
make a different choice. create a new future.
create. see yourselves for the first time. there be divinity in you all. you simply have to chose to see it. Some of you already have.
Kathy,
That’s exactly it! I’ve been learning for awhile now how to unravel those, I call them “parent tapes” from I’m okay You’re Okay, where I learned that I wasn’t worthy of being loved, or had to earn it by good behavior, or taking care of the other person’s needs/wants before mine. The hard part is they still can grab me before I really realize it and suddenly I am reacting again. Lots of times I’ve gotten to the point of YELLING “F….. off” out loud when I’m trying to stop those little/big voices that tell me that taking care of myself is selfish, or that if I tried hard enough he would love me, or just listened to him, I’ll be thin enough, smart enough, or whatever enough to be worthy of the minimum of my needs being met.
Yes its training in co-dependency and its a learned behavior directly related to the powerlessness of childhood traumas. Its the way the child learns to cope with the situation and its exactly what attracted the n/p to me and kept me hanging on for so long, hoping in anguish, despair, and suicidal that somehow, someway I’d finally be enough for him.
It took me years, and I’m still working on it, to realize that that these were my issues, not his, he just brought the worst of the childhood traumas to the surface where I had to face them.
Its still hard work, because I also had to face these at work with similar individuals and finally, finally, I’m starting to find myself that I was born to be. Yes, I am an idealist, romantic, and somewhat naive, but I can learn to protect myself without being aggressive, (1 reaction that I had for awhile from the fear and trauma), but I can be assertive and not get involved in needing others approval or love because I approve and love myself.
There was/is an exercise I do sometimes when I talk to the little hurt and frightened child inside me and I imagine myself hugging her, holding her, and telling her everything is going to work out fine because I’ll always be here to protect her. Its very comforting!
I’ve learned to try to be more assertive, maintain my boundaries, and not feel bad about these, but its still hard work lots of times.
So, I’m so very grateful for all of you here that continue to enlighten me with your tips, struggles, successes, goals, dreams, and the pure empathy and understanding you’ll offer each and every other individual here.
Thank everyone!
dee
Miss Hawk: ty! real money. wow. what a concept! I have been reading the grant app tonight, getting familiar with it, and started writing some questions to the economic development board i am being paid by and the to the business owener who i am writing for – I ask a LOT of questions – hope it isn’t too much. the busines owner is VERY smart and knows what he s doing – he emigrated as an adult went from sleeping in his manufacturing plant to bringing in a billion a year after 2 decades. Muy impressivo.
It feel grounding. I REALLY dislike my job which is over at the end of feb., and I want to leave. I am looking hardcore. one of the things I get to do is out the spath anonymously when i am gone from there. i look forward to it. i want it done. and gone.
about marketing/comms here- there ARE many aren’t there? and artists.
ALL YOU MARKETING AND COMM FOLKS, WRITERS AND ARTISTS PLEASE RAISE YOUR HANDS – I WANT TO DO A LITTLE SURVEY.
AND YOU LEFT HANDED FOLKS, TOO.
best,
one step