By Ox Drover
I remember when I first learned to ride a bicycle. Most of us remember the day we first took off the training wheels, because generally, we fell down a few times before we got it right and were pretty safe from falling. It took practice. I can’t remember many days before I was about twelve that I didn’t have at least one band-aid on at least one knee. Even with the continual road rash I usually had on my knees and elbows, it never even occurred to me to not keep on practicing or to give up on learning to ride the “big kid’s bike.”
The past couple of months have been rather stressful for me with some deadlines I was facing, some big decisions I had to make, and the usual anxiety that I face when making a big decision that will seriously impact my life. Once the decision is made, I can usually accept it and the consequences of that decision and say to myself, “I did the best I could with the information I had at the time.”
With the changes I have made in my life in the past couple of years due the trauma associated with the psychopaths in my life, I have developed some new ways of dealing with life situations. One of these new ways is to learn to set boundaries with everyone in my life, not just a few people who are on the fringes of my life. Sometimes, setting boundaries means that we have to enforce those boundaries at a pretty steep price. If someone, even someone we truly value and love, disrespects those boundaries and betrays us, we have to “man up” and enforce those boundaries. Sometimes that means keeping away from that person for some period of time, or possibly No Contact forever.
Establishing new habits
New habits that we form in our emotional lives post-psychopathic encounter are, I think, like those early days of trying to learn to ride the bike ”¦ we end up with quite a bit of road rash. Even when we get to where we are pretty good at riding the bike, sometimes we take on a trail or a hill that we are not quite equipped to handle that day and we crash.
Since my decision to sever relationships with not only the woman who gave me birth, but with my convict son, and many of the people I considered “friends” in my days before I started to turn my life around, I’ve had to stop each day and think before I made a decision. It wasn’t just “natural” to do these new habits, because I had decades of past habits that were done almost without a thought of what to do. Now that I have instituted some changes in the way I make decisions, and in what behaviors I will expect from others, I can’t let myself go back and fall into those old and dysfunctional habits.
After decades of smoking and failed attempts at quitting, I finally made up my mind to really quit this time, and I have done so. Still there are times when I am stressed or anxious that I want that cigarette. I have to stop and think about my new way of doing things, that doesn’t include smoking cigarettes. I can’t let myself “cheat” even once, and I haven’t. I can already see improvements in my health as a result. I no longer have a cough.
In the past couple of years, I have also gained some weight (even pre-smoking cessation) and I know it has been a case of using a high carb diet for stress relief, so rather than just eat when I feel the urge, I am watching what I eat, when I eat it, and the weight is slowly coming off. Rather than just cooking something, though, I have to stop and think about calories, fat content, fiber content, and getting enough fluids. I can’t just “forget” about what I am going to eat, I have to actually work at staying on a good, healthy, low calorie diet. It takes more effort than just slapping something on the table and eating until I can’t hold any more. Practice makes perfect.
Sticking with the program
Recently, I got a business e-mail from my birth mother, and she sent about half the information I needed to take care of business. I emailed her back asking for the rest of the information I needed and why I needed it. No answer. I e-mailed her again with more reasons for why I needed that information. No answer. I was irritated, and began to think that this was her way of trying to get me to call her or send my adopted son over to talk to her. It was so tempting to do either of those things, but I am committed to limited contact, which includes only e-mails about business that must have information conveyed from one of us to the other. At first I was really irritated, then angry and frustrated, but I had to practice my new skills in setting boundaries and in enforcing them, and still “get the job done.”
So, I figured out another way to get the information I needed and accomplish the job. It wasn’t my first inclination though, I had to work at it. Practice it. Keep my head about the new habits, and see the advantages in them. Just like the not smoking when I want a cigarette is beneficial to me and I can already see the benefits to myself, the very limited contact with people I can’t trust, even when business makes it necessary to my own well being, I must maintain those new improved habits and skills. Practice makes perfect.
My new boundary setting and enforcement still doesn’t always feel “natural” and my immediate impulse is to respond with the old habits, but I know that they are not the best responses. Restraining my “natural impulse” and using my new and improved skills will benefit me in the long run. Practice makes perfect.
Some of my old habits and ways of responding are so deeply ingrained in my emotions that I’m not sure if the new ways of doing things will ever seem entirely “natural,” but it doesn’t make any difference to me, because I know that my new habits are much more productive, that I end up with less emotional “road rash.” I am riding with much more smoothness than I have in the past. I am getting my balance, even if I still feel a bit of trepidation from time to time about my skills at staying balanced, but if I don’t practice, I will never get it down!
Practice makes perfect!
Awesome article, Oxy Pooh and comments from all of you…
Cleaning our psyches, reprogramming our brains and how we react to our emotions, creating new and improved habits as Oxy succinctly wrote about is such an enlightening and beneficial process for us.
And as we are healing ourselves we become intolerant to any bullchit as Aloha demonstrated regarding that whacked chick.
See, I give every person I come in contact with the benefit of the doubt, if my beloved intuition isn’t sending me alarm signals right off the bat, and just listen and observe. In the beginning.
If after chatting a bit, said person is contrary, negative, belligerent, just plain rude, I split. If I’m in a good mood.
If I’m a bit surly and confrontational that particular day I just might let them feel the brunt of my sharp edge tongue. Never can tell what will push my buttons and what will not.
But Aloha has it right; move and sit somewhere away from a toxic person. Ain’t no reason to put up with fabricated melodrama and petty meanness and spite. No way!
ShabbyChic–we love you, sweetie. Don’t ever doubt that truth, reality.
I was like you are, always the one to call and check up on friends to see if they’re ok. Hardly ever received calls from them checking up on me, only when they wanted a warm body to hang out with, a warm shoulder to cry upon.
(edit: I think some folks in my past, friends and lovers, underestimated my strength. Heck, I underestimated my strength. They may have considered me a weakling because of my gentle, considerate, friendly, fiercely loyal innate nature.
Not so, dear LF friends. It’s so damn easy to be a mean, selfish and hateful person. It takes loads of personal strength, dignity and a well functioning conscience to strive to do what’s right and good at all times.)
Sure, not all my Texas friends were users but why did I feel so drained after being with them for short periods of time? Is that normal? I don’t think so. Not when you’re spending time with loving, caring and considerate folks. Like LF. I never feel drained reading and writing on here.
Chic, when you realize that you can supply your own self with happiness, peace and joy, fulfill your basic needs for warmth and love, those friends who don’t call you? Well, you’ll just make new friends. True friends. Good friends.
xxooxx
🙂
Bang on once again Oxy!. And Aloha, good to hear from you. : )
When I split with my P (second and final time) I chose not to call the person who had been my “best freind” for over 35 years. She volunteered to be with me and stayed a full week during my previous split with my ex. (I basically met him through her, and they had been lovers many moons ago). At the END of that week, after talking about EVERYTHING…she told me that she would remain neutral.
In any event, long story short,when I did communicate, I sent her a one page letter explaining that the P is a P, and asked her not to pass it on to him. Well, at that point my divorce ended up being all about her. She was horribly offended that I could possibly think that she might violate my trust.
So I told her flat out, in an email, that the reason for my comment was that she had spent two hours of a previous visit (with my P present) going on and on about how she had served as a witness at another freind’s divorce proceedings , testifying AGAINST the wife ( a former close freind) in favor of the husband ( a business big shot she fancied as a personal freind). He dropped the freindship immediately after benefiting from her testimony.
None of that inspired confidence in me. Anyhow, I walked away from that freindship, and have realized that it was mostly toxic in many ways over the years, and what I was hanging on to was the HISTORY..the years and years of knowing each other (like Aloha’s long term freinds)., and not the good that I got out of the relationship. And like Aloha, I realize that without her, yes, I have more peace.
Meanwhile, recent evidence for my case shows that my P has since “borrowed” a sizable sum from her. I wonder if and when she will wake up. But she fancies herself a femme fatal, and thinks every man she has ever been with secretly still loves only her, (including my ex) She even said in both our presense that she had dreams of being married to my P. RED FLAGS.
So they deserve each other as far as I am concerned, and I am happy I did the housekeeping, even when losing my husband (jettisoning is more like it) of 27 years, and my oldest freind at the same time was very hard. I am far healthier and happier without the drama. And, finally realized that sometimes “fierce loyalty” can be a misguided refusal to be wrong about someone you care about. A determined effort to not SEE that they are toxic to you. It is a toughy. But yes, practice makes perfect.
I have learned that being alone, in peace, is far better than in the company of users and abusers. Period.
Peace and love to all,
Dear Anitasee,
Amen to that! Sometimes we mistake being around someone a lot with “friendship.” Friendship is more than that, in my book, and means that the person would “be there” for us in times of emotional trouble or other trouble, and listen.
People who are “NEUTRAL” in a situation like a nasty divorce, I don’t think are friends to either party. Thoughh I have known and liked my best friend’s husband of 40+ years, I can’t imagine staying “neutral” in a divorce between them when one of them had cheated on or mistreated the other. If my best friend went out and did something really nasty to her husband she would not be my “best friend” long, because I don’t want people as “friends” who will mistreat ANYONE because if they will, they will eventually turn on me as well. I WOULD TAKE SIDES, the side of RIGHT, even if it meant kicking the woman I love as my sister to the curb!
I have changed my way of thinking. In the past if someone I cared about was “friends” with someone who hurt me, I didn’t think much about it, but now, I do not want as a “friend” someone who is a FRIEND TO MY ENEMY. Someone who will befriend someone who has TRASHED ME is no friend of mine.
As for acquaintances, people on the fringes who don’t really know the meat of the situation, I don’t expect them to take sides, but you know I remember when I was in grade school and a fight would break out and one kid started it by hitting another one and the teacher would say “It takes TWO to fight” dividing the “blame” between both the innocent party as well as the one who started the fight, I’m not going to go there any more. There CAN be two valid sides to a stroy, both parties can be wrong, or both parties, right, but there are also Fights that are started by ONE , and wrongs committed by ONE—so I am now on the side of RIGHT. Period.
I set the boundary with my egg donor about sending money to my P-son and writing him etc. Yep, she has a RIGHT to do with her money what she wants to, and I have a RIGHT to associate with or not associate with who I want to, and I have NO desire to associate with anyone who wants to take a “neutral” stance between me and my P-son or who wants to “disbelieve” what I have proven both by my word, and documentation was an attempt on my life by him. Or who wants to stay “neutral” between me and anyone else who has grossly abused me or anyone else.
I’ve seen really good, hardworking, God-fearing elderly in this community who have gone to their graves sorrowing over worthless offspring who sucked them dry of assets and emotion, yet they kept on trying to appease these psychopathic offspring in exchange for the glimer of hope that the offspring would “grow up” and take responsibility for themselves. They gave them money or lands to start a business, which the offspring lost or threw away, they bailed some of them out of jail or prison repeatedly.
I used to feel somewhat superior to these old people because I never put up bail money or mortgaged my house to hire an attorney, I let my little darling have a public defender. But I have been just as deluded as these elderly folks who held on to that malignant hope in spite of all the evidence to the contrary about my offspring. I did finally SEE THE LIGHT, and do my grieving, before I died with the unfulfilled hope that my kid would be something besides what he is, a common, garden variety low-life criminal without a shread of remorse or couth.
I love you Oxy!. And I cannot imagine the hearache (sp?) it has been to realize that your son is irredeemable, despite the love and care you gave to him and all your children. I have freinds with disabled children, children compromised with health issues, brain tumors and so on….but I do not think there is a heartache more foul than to be powerless to affect change in a child who turns out to be “one of them”. Your courage and grace are an inspiration.
But on another note, I haven’t had a belly laugh like this in a long time…you all must watch …I promise..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xydOvHiXwP0
Don’t know how to make the link live, just cut and paste. Trust me.
Hugs to all
Dear Oxy,
“Practice makes perfect” Beautiful article, beautiful analogies, and oh so true! learning to get “back on a bike” and accept the fact that you may fall again but know it’s the only way your going to learn to ride is the only way, even with the painful road rashes along the way”….LOVE IT! If you dont get on the bike again you’ll never learn how to ride it with out falling.
If you don’t risk giving your heart and loving again you will not have love in your life. It is “practicing again”, with more awareness and self respecting boundaires that we can learn to “make perfect”….YES!
Congratulations on your commitment to quit smoking, resisting a taste, bad eating habbits, and setting strong boundaries. Re-wiring our psychic brain to eliminate toxic addictions weathter with cigarettes or relationships with S/N/P’s are extremly hard to do!!!! and they take a tremendous ammount of determination and ability to resist and to change.
My combatting the addiction to the toxic NS in my life has proven to be the most challanging thing I’ve ever done! Considering I’ve never smoked or had any other really toxic addicitions…I’m learning the hard way…with road rashes and broken wings allong the way. 5 weeks with NC and it is getting easier even though I’ve had a couple of tempting days.
Best wishes to you for a “practice perfect” day…..((hugs)))
Dear Ayelah,
CONGRATULATIONS on your l5 weeks of NC!!! That is great.
It is the hardest part I think, that early part, but you will get there. Over the weekend a friend of my son Ds came over and he smokes and for some reason I REALLY wanted a cigarette, but I didn’t take one because I stopped to think just HOW HARD I WOULD COUGH if I took even one puff. But I knew I had to stand fast. I guess the desire maybe in this case won’t go away. BUT there was a time when I felt “addicted” to the X-P-BF too and I felt like THAT would never pass, but it did pass and now just the thought of him makes me want to gag!
So I think I can promise you that there is a much better chance that you will “get over” the longing for the P than I will over occasionally longing for the cigarette.
Hang in there and STAY HERE AT LF, even if you slip, don’t be embarassed or afraid to come back here—and, yea, I will probabloy BOINK you with the skillet if you slip and contact him, but I’ll also hug you and give you an ice pack of love for your sore head!
Dear Banana,
Sweetie, you may be right, his attorney may not have been paid, you might see if you can check that out.
Hang in, if he is running low on funds to pay his attorney you may be in the “cat bird” seat. Keep your chin up! ((((Hugs)))
Banana:
Refresh my memory…is this also a divorce? I’m thinking you were not married….
Thanks Oxy!
LF is definetly a place were I feel safe knowing people here understand my crazy perdicaments and wont judge if I should slip. …but if needed pleaze do BOINC me with your famous skillet…LOL
Regarding addiciotns….my therapist used to say it’s like wanting to eat chocolate cake….it taste soooo good, you know it’s bad for you when you have a piece but if you have one bite you’ll want the who piece or worst the whole cake. So, she would say….dont’ walk past the bakery were you can be tempted.
Congrats on not taking that taste! 🙂
Dear Aeylah,
Yea, I went to the grocery store today and had to walk past the donuts to get to the salad greens and UGH, did I want something sweet and wonderful, just having you talk about the CAKE made me want some!! YUMMM But heck, I got into a pair of jeans today that were 4 INCHES less in the waist than the last pair I couldn’t even button up so YEA FOR ME!!!!
Plus, I can bend over and touch my toes again without feeling preggers! YEA!!! (((Pat, pat,pat)))) That’s the sound of me patting myself on the back! LOL Tonight is salad for supper, a big one with a little bit of chopped up ham on it, and a banana for a bed time snack! With a rye cracker and a dab of peanut butter.
It is sometiimes difficult to not take life one minute at a time, or a diet one BITE at a time, but we have to. I didn’t gain this wt. in one day and I won’t lose it in one day, so just do the best we can! (((hugs))))