By Ox Drover
I got to thinking the other day about how our strength and ability to carry an emotional load of “stress” is sort of like a long-distance walk or ride or race. People who travel in various long distance endurance races, or just for their own purposes, have to limit the amount of weight that they carry. Some people who do long distances on foot even cut the handle off their toothbrushes to reduce the load they have to carry by even a fraction of an ounce.
If I had to carry a five pound sack of flour to our local post office, which is about three miles away from my farm, up and down several steep hills, I could do it without a great deal of time involved, but would probably leave me feeling that that five pound sack of flour was “pretty heavy” by the time I got there. I am sure by the time I got to the post office, I would be switching it from hand to hand pretty rapidly as it seemed to gain weight. I could probably even carry that five pound sack of flour as far as the nearest town, about 13 miles away, though I would sure be tired when I got there.
However, if I had to pick up a fifty-pound sack of horse feed and carry it to our local post office, I could probably do it, but I imagine it would take me several days to accomplish it. If I had to carry that fifty-pound sack of horse feed to town, I could probably do it as well, but I would be physically and mentally exhausted when I arrived there several weeks, or more, after I started.
It isn’t just the weight of what we have to “carry” in terms of a “load,” but also the distance we must carry it. When I was a kid I saw a western movie where the guy is crossing the desert and he has a pack with enough gold to make him rich for the rest of his life. Eventually, though, it becomes so heavy that he throws it away in order to get across the desert alive.
Psychopathic weight
As we go through our lives we all have stress to carry, and the weight of that stress can be pretty heavy, for example, a divorce or a death in the family, but we recover from carrying that heavy weight. We rest and recoup our strength, before we progress on further. With the psychopath adding not only weight to our stress level, but keeping the stress at a high level, both the weight and the distance (time) we must carry the stress becomes overwhelming.
We may find ourselves in the position of the prospector coming out of the desert with a pack filled with gold, where we have become so tired from the weight and the distance that we have carried something, even something valuable to us, that we have to throw it down and leave it in order to survive for one more step.
Sometimes we “throw down” our careers, our education, or even taking care of our own health because we are so stressed out and so tired from dealing with the psychopath that it seems we don’t have the energy to accomplish taking care of these things. We feel as if our very survival depends on dropping some of the “weight” of “things to do” off our backs immediately. We become distracted by the weight of the demands of our families, our children, our jobs, and our psychopaths that we drop the “gold”–in this case, ourselves, in an effort to reduce our stress and “survive.”
Lightening the load
The most important thing I think I have learned from the chaotic experiences I’ve had with the psychopaths is that I have to be in this for the long distance course. I have to reduce the stress and weight of the “things” I carry so that I have the strength and resources to keep on carrying the “gold—”myself—for the distance.
I have to quit trying to carry the burdens of others who would rather have me carry them than hoist their own packs on their own backs and assume responsibility for themselves. I have to quit carrying unnecessary trivia, and distinguish between important things I need and things that I can do without. When it comes to “shared responsibilities,” I have to do my share and expect others to do theirs, to demand it if necessary, and to use my judgment to decide what is a fair division of those shared responsibilities.
I’m in this life for the long haul, not just for a sprint! So I’ve got to adjust the weight of my burdens accordingly and put my own long term best interest and my ability to survive foremost in my own mind and heart!
Oxy,
You must be worn out with all that work on the house and the farm and still typing and giving all the help you can to us injured soldiers of survival of a psycopath! Whew!! and you claim you are getting older!!!! My ARSE, you are just getting better with age!!! Keep it up!!! We all need your posts and stories! Have a great nights sleep!
HUGGZZZZ!!!
soimnothtecrazee1!!!
PS. My thoughts on the butterfly, that was a visit from an angel of peace!
PSS. The reason I say that about the butterfly is becuase I have always felt that my parents were looking down on me from heaven and sending me a blessing of peace and security whenever I see a butterfly. We all loved butterflies! Hence i have a butterfly garden!
Dear Notcrazee,
There are so many angels of peace here in this little “hole in the woods” where my house is perched at the top of a little ridge, which slopes sharply down from the back deck.
In the spring, the leaves are so thick we call it the “green curtain” and in the autumn when the leaves all fall you can see to the other side of the draw, but the house is still hidden from the road by the cedars and the hill. It is so peaceful here, and I love it, but I know now that it isn’t the PLACE that is peaceful, it is ME. I hope I never have to leave this place, but at the same time, I know if I have to leave here to be SAFE I will do it and never look back, because my PEACE goes with me.
I used to think “I’ll be happy when X happens” or “I will be so glad, or it will be so good when Y happens” but now I know that there is not anything OUTSIDE of myself that can “make me happy”—it is only internally. Took me a long time to realize that, but I finally got that lesson.
There are a lot of good memories connected with this place, but I can take those memories with me if I leave…
I’m glad that you have that spiritual connection with your parents! Last spring I noticed a couple of beautiful Eastern Bluebirds who were the first ones I saw in the spring, and just seeing them reflected in my studio window was enough to set my heart to singing! Noticing the small and wonderful offerings that God and nature give us each day makes it easier to concentrate on the good things in life, rather than the losses.
G’nite! Time for me to put the ole bones to bed! Peace.
Dear Kim – Go for the cottage with the porch and sunlight, it’s obvious to me that is where you belong. And two rocker’s on the front porch means your planning on company. Best wishes for you and pinky doodle…
Southernman…I hope this ‘news’ of your x, lesson’s the burden for you, it sure would me, she should be in prison..count your bessings your free of her…
Sounds peaceful! and like a fall greeting card! I am glad that you are surrounded with angels of peace,,, they are working… you stated that you are in a very peaceful place. Don’t get me wrong about my previous post with me not liking the country. It is great as long as you have the proper things for decent survival. Just like here… would you want to go through a hurricane without shutters, flashlights, candles, batteries, canned food and just basic human survival supplies? I had nothing in the winter up there(one fire place and one wood burning stove) in a big old place, I told you barely indoor plumbing and an spath beating me up mentally and physically for not liking it! and he didn’t do anything to change it. I love it here….. if I don’t like the temperture in my house… guess what? I hit the little button on the wall and “amazing things happen”. It either cools off or heats up!!! WOW!!! Neat invention… when did they come up with that?? LOLOLOLOL!!! Had it all my life!!! It’s called climate control ac/heat. He wants to make hisself suffer through climate(no heatiing bill or electric bill) and spend his money on his big boy toys and porno, instead of comfort of life. It’s like I tried to convey to the xspath…. if you have never had something in life then you don’t miss it. If you worked hard to have it and gave it up, then you miss it! DUH? That’s when the mental beatings began…… FARK HIM! I MISSED IT ALL!!!!
Have a good nights rest!
NOT CRAZEEE!!
Kim,
I don’t know what state you are in or what you are used to…but I agree with hens… sunshine is always good for you (unless you are an eskimo). I am from sunny south florida and I can’t live without my sunshine, clear skies and tropical breezes.
sounds to me like the cottage would be good, can you not sign a lease or contract and do it month to month just incase you want to upgrade or move in a few months?
PS. I hope pinkydoodle is comfy too! We are such the staff to our loved ones!
Bless you and find peace in your new place!
Well done, Oxy… Beautifully said!!!!!
I am smiling at the moment with your comment from Southern man’s love declaration…..bahahaha
You crack me up!
I moved house this week and feel like I have been to boot camp! All remnants of the spath have been binned & burnt and this house is free of all bad memories and reminders.
I am going to try to now be easy on myself and focus on all that is ahead.
Yesterday is history,tomorrow is the future and today is a gift that is why it is called the present!!!!
I need to shake the negativity & the burden of the spath. I havent seen him in a couple of years but the emotional effect is still as strong as ever. Truly sux!!!
anyhoo off to unpack some more boxes…much lv 🙂
Oxy…
I found this site last year this time, after the gravity of the final insult I suffered from a sociopath I knew in my past brought forth the realization that I have known several of these “people”, and yet never understood why the experiences in my life previously caused me to gravitate toward those dysfunctional entanglements.
I have been NC for one year this month… in that time, I have learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. Things that will make the second half of my life so much more fulfilling than it ever could have been before… in some ways, I am grateful this ghost from my youth crossed my path just one more time, because I learned from the bastard. The only unsettling part is that I know he is still keeping tabs on me – and I don’t know why.
Still, your article rings true to me… my daughter is an eight year brain tumor survivor and in the past seven months she was diagnosed again and is now in hospice at age 14. Today, I had a hospital bed delivered to my home and set up in my room… the realization is so very sad – a life that should be flourishing coming to an end… but a faith that is so strong at such a young age – truly amazing.
I find peace in my daughter’s journey… her faith and belief in God has been powerful and comforting.
Life experiences/encounters with one or more a personality disordered individuals bring no peace… there is none to be derived from such an unholy and empty alliance.
The peace to be found lies within ourselves… and our ability to somehow understand why we allow these people to play a role in our lives and further understanding how to stop it – stop THEM – from continuing to disrupt our productivity and ability to love and be loved… to stop THEM from invading our souls.
Thanks Oxy… for another thought-provoking article!
Ravenlesstower
ravenlesstower
My love, thoughts & preys are with you!!!
Some things in life we can change and some we cant, that is the sad fact and I feel for you and your precious daughter.
what we can change through gaining the knowledge and understanding of toxic people & personality distorters is never allowing them into our lives.
Like yourself I look forward to a more fulfilling life ahead, one where I will still see ups & downs but ones that will be easier to go through with the peace and freedom from these distorted people.
No doubt yours still keeps tabs as they find it hard to give up the control! Big hugs to you & your daughter!
Dear Oxy, Great analogies in your article, and the visuals really hit home. Altho’ the memories are starting to fog, there is not a day goes by that I don’t realize how much “saner” more at peace I am since I dumped the P. The last many years of his gaslighting and mental abuse had reduced me to a quivering heap os stress and anxiety. The worst part was always trying to “fix” to find the key to manking things right, not realizing that they could never be, that I was being played, deliberatly hurt, by his mind games.
But here it is three years later, and I am still in his “movie”. He is still playing mind games with me and our two sons. I won’t go into details here, but he is a master manipulator, and is using the promise of huge amounts of $$ coming to my young adult sons any minute now. And if they want to take care of their mom then that is okay with him. Oh…and he really really wants to pay out my settlement. etc etc. This after three years and huge legal bills fighting to give me zero.
I know I am talking about money here, but that happens to be his weapon of choice, always has been.
So I am still fighting for justice, and I have him on perjury and contempt of court at the moment. But if I stike back, I am still getting more deeply enmeshed in the whole P mess all over again. Still spending my time trying to anticipate his next move, unravel his secret agenda. Well, let’s face it, not so secret, his agenda is “me first and f*&k everybody else.
So going 100% NC- even tho I don’t communicate with him, would mean to walk away from the battle for justice, for compensation for my 27 years of abuse.
I just can’t go there yet. I would be the total loser and he would sail off into the sunset (literally).
So my question is – is fighting them in court the same as breaking NC? Sometimes it sure feels like it.
Peace to all – especially to Ravenless tower – I am so sorry to hear about your daughter and her health. Stay strong.
Dear Ravenlesstower,
My prayers are with you and your daughter.
I sat here for several minutes after typing that first sentence and wondered what words of comfort to say to you that wouldn’t sound trite, that would convey my deepest sorrow for your impending loss, and I can’t find any words to convey my deep sorrow. My tears and my prayers are all I can offer, but they are sincere and heart felt.