By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
We frequently talk on Lovefraud about finding healing and being “happy” again. We discuss the words “forgiveness” and other emotionally charged words that have individual meanings and try to come to some conclusion that we have a definition of these words for ourselves.
I got to thinking about the meaning of “happiness,” and how I will know when I have reached it. What is happiness to me? For me?
After my husband died, there was a period of time when in my profound sadness and grief, that I thought “happiness” could be found in finding another mate and husband. I went seeking that “happiness,” and instead of a life mate and loving relationship with a new man, I found a psychopath who was seeking a new “respectable wife” to cheat on. My feeling of “happiness” was very short lived when I realized he was still “carrying on” with his former mistresses, which essentially amounted to a harem of needy women hoping he would “choose me.”
I elected to get out of that relationship. I found a great deal of sadness in my life at that time, but the “happiness” I had sought was not in view. I later realized that it could not be provided to me by someone else, but was something I had to provide for myself.
Wanting to be happier
Recently I read a great article entitled, The dark side of happiness, by Gareth Cook. A couple of short paragraphs in particular of this long article stuck out:
It is not so unreasonable to want to be happier. Are we really just supposed to stand by and let life have its way with us?
Well, yes and no. One of the most powerful ways to boost happiness ironically is to learn acceptance. Instead of viewing negative emotions as a failure, learn to see them as a healthy, natural part of the human drama. Negative feelings are often there to tell us something, an invitation to reflect, to make a new plan, or examine an issue more slowly and carefully. This basic notion can play an important role not just in therapy, but also in a balanced and meaningful life.
Who among us doesn’t want to be “happier?” But what is going to “make me happy?” That is the big question.
I hear people say, “I will be so happy when I get out of college and can get a real job.” I’ve said such things myself. When I do, I remember my grandmother telling me, “Don’t wish you life away, child,” to remind me to savor the todays of my life, not live in the future when thus and such may happen to “make me happy.” I’ve found that when things happening are the things that “make me happy,” the feeling of “happiness” it engenders doesn’t last long, but is a fleeting joy.
Today I dropped a heavy glass lid out of the top of my cabinet when I was trying to rearrange it and broke a glass canister that sits on the counter and held my oatmeal as well as a glass of water I had sitting there ready to drink. It made quite a sound as it broke. My son helped me clean up the mess and he said, “Well at least it wasn’t your grandmother’s serving dish.” I laughed and said, “Honey, I broke those a long time ago, but it wouldn’t matter if it was my grandma’s serving dish, because things are not that important to me any more. I’m not going to be unhappy because something is lost or broken.” (Though I admit I recently got angry when I realized that a former friend had also stolen an emergency stove I had stored in my barn!)
Joy and happiness
I also look at the difference between Joy and Happiness. Joy to me is getting a new puppy or a new car, or making a great dish for my friends and me to enjoy. Joy seeing the pleasure in someone when I give him or her a gift. It isn’t “happiness,” but the accumulation of joy builds to create happiness.
What is the difference though in “happiness” and in “joy?” The definitions below may give us some guidance.
From the Free Dictionary
joy (joi) n.
1. a. Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness.
b. The expression or manifestation of such feeling.
2. A source or an object of pleasure or satisfaction: their only child, their pride and joy.
v.joyed, joy·ing, joys
v.intr.
To take great pleasure; rejoice.
v.tr.Archaic
1. To fill with ecstatic happiness, pleasure, or satisfaction.
2. To enjoy.
According to Dictionary.com the definition of happiness is:
1. the quality or state of being happy.
2. good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.
Don’t know about you, but I can’t say I totally agree with these definitions! Let’s see what others think. A definition of happiness, actually several definitions, are listed on the web site Happy Life.
What the sages say
“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” Mahatma Gandhi
“Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“Getting what you go after is success; but liking it while you are getting it is happiness.” Bertha Damon
“Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them.” Leo Tolstoy
The “definition” of happiness in the dictionary is sort of a self-defining word, “happiness is being happy” and still leaves us wondering what it means. The above website’s quotes from several sages seem more to define what “happiness” is, though I think each of us can and should define what “happiness” is to us as individuals, how we can build that happiness with the smaller joys of life, while realizing that our feelings of sadness at times, or remorse, guilt, or even shame, are signs that we might need to reflect inwardly for guidance in our lives.
I personally agree with Eleanor Roosevelt’s definition: “Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.” To me, happiness is the culmination of the smaller joys of life, from the enjoyment of a well cooked meal, to sharing a laugh with a friend. The personal satisfaction I experience at the end of a day when I have done my best and lay my head down on my pillow in peace.
Would it not be good if someone wrote a quick rundown of what to do to protect them both in a situation with a minor. Like a list or something.
I have no experience of this-wish I did.
It’s just I have a habit of writing lists to get by. I just tick off lists as I do them e.g dentist. doctor, school. Short term memory problems with PTSD.
Just a suggestion
If it sounds stupid-please be gentle.
STJ
XXX
Yea, MijLo, sometimes when I hear about what your daughter does and how it effects grand, I want to whale the tar out of that woman! I can only imagine how it effects YOU!
Sharing the journey,
The short term memory problems with the PTSD I think to one degree or another are almost universal with most if not all of us.
Mine was almost total to start with…I literally could not even read for nearly a year after the airplane crash…then I couldn’t recall conversations I’d had with people…which of course left me open to being gaslighted big time by my egg donor. “No, I did not say that” “OH YES YOU DID, YOU SAID x” BUT OF COURSE I DOUBTED MY MEMORY and here was someone saying I said it so maybe I did say it (or did not as the case may be!) It was like being in the fun-house at the fair, you couldn’t tell which way was out of the place, everywhere you looked you saw twisted reality…
It has gotten better through the years, but is still problematic and I do make LISTS, and have a big calendar on the wall with all appointments on it…have a medication minder box with holes for each day’s medications, morning noon and bedtime…keep a little notebook in my purse, and the note book is tied to my purse with a STRONG so I d on’t lose it….my car/house keys are attached to my purse so I can’t lose them either. MY p;hone has hourly alarms programmed in it so that if I lose it, it will tell me where it is if there is no one around to “call it ” for me. I learned to work around not having a snort term memory, or being, a klutz and at first it REALLY bothered me….where was my BRAIN? How could I function without my BRAIN? Was I stupid now? I had my therapist give me an IQ test, and to his surprise and mine, I scored a point higher than I ever had….so my thinking brain is still just as good as it ever was, it is just STM that has a bit of a problem…I don’t read as fast, don’t quite retain as quickly as I used to, but I am still ME…so I’ll just have to learn to continue to work around the difficulties, just as if I had a physical difficulty, I will work around that…and have been these last 3 weeks with an injured foot/ankle. It will get better or it won’t, but I will COPE!!!!!
You know Oxy, the time, when Grand was a year old, and she went to the police and showed them her beat-up face and accused me of doing it, I did feel – hey, why didn’t I think of that. There have been times …..
STJ ~ I don’t think your idea is stupid at all. Top of my list would be to cover your butt, because they are out to get you. Problem is just like the thing I just mentioned to Oxy about daughter going to the police – never in my wildest dreams did I see that one coming. How do you prepare for sheer madness. You just can’t.
One of my daughter’s drug of choice has been “magic mushrooms”. He b/f and now father of her girl child was a BIG TIME dealer in those. Besides being a spath, those things make you crazy as a loon. Oh, and as I found out during court investigations, they do not show up in drug testing, even hair folicle testing. So ….. I am always left with what in the *hell* is coming next. Kind of hard to prepare.
Be so thankful you have no first hand experience in children of the disorder, STJ, no one deserves this.
Forewarned is forearmed.
STJ
xxx
Dear tobe: I have followed your posts. Since I don’t have kids, my comments don’t always go over so well to moms dealing with kids. But I just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you and I agree with Oxy and Milo – you need to set limits.
There is a really good book about setting boundaries with kids by Townsend and Cloud. I forget the exact name of the book. But of course, if your daughter is a spath, it’s all a moot point.
I personally would not completely give up on a 17 year-old acting out. The reason I feel this way is that I know what rage over not having a father’s love can do to a person. I know this from personal experience. But even if that were the case, and she isn’t a spath, enabling her will not fix the problem. It will only prevent her from growing into a responsible adult. Teens need and crave limits.
I am so incredibly sorry you are going through this, 2be.
Thanks for all the support here…
Do you believe that my daughter had the phone turned on withing 20 mins of me shutting it off? I suspended it because I couldn’t break the contract until next month! She called up and told them that she was me. How do I know?
I texted the neighbor (mom) and told her that if my daughter is going to be living with her…we need to talk.
She had NO idea of what has been going on!!! She thought that she was staying there because they were working on a science project together…her daughter and mine! My daughter stays there often so she didn’t even know until the police went there!
So, she texted me lots of things…about ME kicking her out…(not true) and her not having a room of her own…and that I am insane and crazy…
My neighbor is going away for the weekend and my daughter has nowhere to stay.I told her to come home and she texted me….”Why do you need me? To do dishes I don’t use? To take care of dogs I don’t want?…The house is probably falling apart without me there..”
OMG!!! What the hell am I dealing with??????
She really has delusions of gradeur!!!
I even offered her MY bedroom! And this is what she comes back with? I told her I would sleep on the couch.
My plan is to let her come back here and then when she is 18, tell her to GET OUT!!!
Tobe,
it’s a powerplay. It’s not even about the room. It’s all about YOU. You are her main supply, but lately you’ve been out of her control and she is trying to train you to “respond correctly”.
That’s why even the offer of your room didn’t work. Besides, it was a mistake to bend to her will. It’s time to assert your independence from her tyranny. Work your negotiations in reverse: lay down the rules and the priviliges and EACH attempt from her to re-negotiate, results in removal of one privilege. That way her arguments will be counter productive to her goals.
This will teach her that her manipulations are not EVER going to work. Her mouth is her main manipulation tool. If everytime she uses it toward manipulation, it backfires, she’ll learn that it’s not a good tool.
When you are pleased with her behavior, then you can reward her – not until then.
Tobe: The tough thing in all this is you don’t know whether you are dealing with a normal angry teenager (with maybe a bit more anger than most) or a sociopath. If she is just an angry teenager, a continued dose of healthy limit-setting done in a calm and compassionate way would ideally have results over time. However, if she truly is a sociopath, all you can do is protect yourself. If you can mentally and emotionally disconnect yourself from the situation for a day or two, maybe your gut instinct will tell you if she’s truly disordered or just in a lot of pain and reaching out.
You can even tell her (whether she is back in your house or not) that you need to take some time to yourself to think about things – that you love her, but you need to decide what is the best for her, and that this is not necessarily going to be what she wants or demands.
In all of this, it’s best if you can separate YOUR needs from the situation. She may not give you that emotional connection you want from her. It’s sad, but you still have the job of parenting her till she turns 18.
2B Put the cellphone in the microwave, she might learn some social skills. It’s been so long since I had teenagers in the house. I have no good advice. Do you ever watch Dr. Phil? He has many programs about Tough Love, I think he would of already had her in some boot camp washing toilet’s. There is obviously alot of dysfunction going on here. I think YOU should stop TEXTING this neighbor woman and get over there and have a sit down talk, maybe some comunication without a technical device is in order…perhaps have your cellphone made incapable of recieveing text. so you and your daughter could actually speak to each other.
I dont text (unless this is texting )- if you want to talk to me call me the oldfashioned way or come over and look me in the eyes, who knows we might even laugh for real…instead of LOL….
cellphone’s, smartass phones and androids…are ruining our children . thats why so many are overweight couch taters that dont know anything about human interaction and respect.