By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
One of my cousins, a lovely lady in her early 80s, who still has every marble she ever had and a heart as big as a wash tub, sent me the following story in an e mail. I had heard the story years ago, but hadn’t read it in a long time, but today when I read it, I thought about how the psychopathic experience makes this a very valuable analogy.
A well-known speaker started off his seminar holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He ”¦ proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, “Who still wants it ”¦?” Still the hands were up in the air. “Well,” he replied, “What if I do ”¦ this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.
“My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE. You are Special—Don’t EVER forget it.”
Count your blessings, not your problems.
The experience with a psychopathic abuser or any person who is abusive, manipulative, dishonest, hateful, malicious and lacks compassion, empathy or love crumples us, tears out feelings, and sometimes our very fibers, grinds us down ”¦ and yet, we do not lose our worth any more than the mutilated piece of currency does.
The media we see, read, and hear continually tells us that being young, beautiful, rich, stylishly dressed, cool, hip (or whatever today’s word is!) is what makes us valuable and pounds that message into our heads continually. This media message is however, not true! Let me repeat that, “This media message is not true!”
Our worth comes not from what the media says, not from what our neighbors think, or even from what our family and friends think, our value comes from what we are, who we are and what we think of ourselves.”¨If we examine ourselves and find ourselves less than we wish we were, we can be whatever we want to be in terms of the kind of person we want to be. Now, I’m not going to tell you that if you want to be an NBA star and you’re 50 years old and 5 feet 1 inch tall that you can become an NBA star, but if you are less honest than you want to be, less happy than you want to be, you can change that. You can improve yourself in so many ways to reach whatever emotional goals you set for yourself, but your basic worth can never be lost by what someone else does to you!
Oh, Joyce……THANK YOU for this wonderful and inspiring article!!!
There must be some kind of “radar” on this site – whenever I “need” some encouragement, it’s there and provided by all of you incredible and inspiring survivors.
Brightest, brightest blessings
Yes, thank you Joyce. I struggle daily with body image issues, so your comments about the media were spot on. It’s exhausting trying to keep up. I’ve had 2 plastic surgeries to date, both immediately followed failed relationships. I know I will never achieve complete self acceptance, but I am closer to being non neurotic about my appearance at this stage of my life.
It doesn’t help that I work largely with 20 somethings in the IT world, and this job was so hard to go into everyday after the P because I was feeling so old and unattractive and dull. Things are better now but I still dread the mirror. I know this is a direct result of my flamboyant N mother who taught me from young age that looks are all that matter, oh, and having a man, that too. Probably why I never married. Trust issues and all, and dealing with the endless stream of men in my mother’s life.
Anyway, thanks for shoring up a bit of confidence today. 😉
Karma,
Okay, you get the CYBER SKILLET up to the side of the head BOINK!!!!! That’s for the negative attitude about “I know I will never achieve complete self acceptance”!!! Bad Girl! LOL 🙂 You stop that negative attitude RAT NOW!!!! Don’t make me get the BIG SKILLET out ! !
Honey, there is no one who felt older, fatter, uglier than I did when my husband died and I felt “oh, woe is me! no man will ever love me again booo hoooooo booo hoo” (that’s me having a negative pity party!~) But you know, I have finally come to realize (now that I have kicked the P- BF that my negative attitude allowed to enter my life to the curb and I have found that I am OKAY alone, and that I would rather have no man in my life than a BHAD relationship. I am not only OK with it, I am satisfied with it the way it is. Sure, I’d like to have a relationship0, a good one, but I am no longer NEEDY. I think that being “needy” is what opens us up to the psychopaths and their “love bombing” which if we are needy enough or our self esteem is low enough we fall for very easily. I know I sure did.!
I’ve learned to accept myself AS IS and not to worry about how I look compared to the 20s, 30s, 40s, or 50s I’m just OK with what and who I am….I’m never going to be a runway model, and so what. How you LOOK is not what is important in the real scheme of things, but how you are on the inside.
Love Oxy
Ouch. 🙂
I hear you, feel where you are coming from. I guess I don’t see it as being negative as much as being realistic. It’s so ingrained in me, the insecurities I mean. I don’t need the kind of validation I once did, being valued for substance instead of style is so much more important. I do still step on the scale first thing every morning, doubtful that will change.
Found out my plastic surgeon knows the P, same medical community and all. I am not happy about that bit of information. The P used to tell me all the time that I was too independent, it really irritated him that I would not just roll over. I rolled far enough, however. Far enough to be blind to his manipulations for quite a while.
Being a good mom is really what’s most important to me, and my boy tells me all the time that I’m awesome. Now THAT makes me very happy. I’m awesome even with no make up on and in a ratty old robe. I kind of love that kid. 🙂
Off to get some ice for the boinking.
Boink
Now that was just plain mean, hens. I just got the other goose egg down. 🙂
LOL Karma, Nobody on LF has been boinked by the Ox as much as I have been..it was an inside joke .
but she means well and has the best of intentions.
I could tell. Maybe she’ll whip up an omlet for me in that skillet next time. 🙂
Karma, I only do it to people I care about! I sure hate to see you have as much self loathing as Hens had! I thought I would have to beat his head flat (well it is kind of flat on the top now! ) LOL
Seriously though, stop with the self talk about “I will never….” this or that.
Our “self talk” becomes a SELF FULFILLING prophecy and so we need to talk POSITIVE TO OURSELVES….not negatively!
I know that’s hard sometimes….and you know what. I was a HOT chickie when I was young, but now I look in the mirror and I see MY GRANDMOTHER’S FACE…wrinkles and all…and the damage I did baking myself in the African sun and the Arkansas sun….and I am 65, and I will never be 25 or 35 or 35 or 55….but you know what, the OUTside of me may look 65, but the inside of me still feels “young” and I’m no longer worried about the outside of me so much as I am about what kind of PERSON I am. I’m a lot better, stronger, kinder, more caring and more able to set boundaries now than I ever was in the past.
The people who Liked me or loved me because I was a “hot chick” are not people who are still in my life….the people who love me now, or like me, are people who do not care if I have wrinkles or not…they enjoy my company because I am ME not because I am a “hot chick.”
So work on becoming YOU and the kind of person that people like because you are YOU not because you are a “hot chick.”
Being a good mother, having your son think you are an awesome mom….hey, that is wonderful! What more could you want?
Oh, BTW the only kind of omlet I make now are DUCK EGG OMLETS. YUM!
Karma,
“The P used to to tell me all the time that I was too independent……”
Totally with you on that comment. Maybe some of your insecurities are stemming from being told that being independent is bad?!!!!
….you should be dependent on him. For approval, for scraps from the table.
Ya know karma, I was so mind farked by my ex I didn’t own my own thoughts
anymore. He could manipulate me so expertly I just relied on him for everything. When I lost weight…..a lot of weight from the stress of living with him…..he said
I looked old and saggy. When I put weight on again…..after I stopped living
with him….I was too fat and he would call me names. You could never win with
him.
After I left him I continued to see him and we “saw” each other for another 2years. Although this period of my life was nearly as f++*d up as the years I
lived with him, I began to establish my independence once more. I had been
living on my own previous to meeting spath boy.
He HATED my new found awakenings. He resented my independence…..and of
course he tried to bully me into going back to him permanently.
The good people here at LF talk about how at the beginning it’s all about that
cruddy relationship that we endured and getting over that but it somehow ends
up being about us. As an independent soul.
Going back to how you see yourself. I say how you see yourself because friends an family won’t see you so negatively. Don’t do what I did. I didn’t appreciate what God gave, looks wise, when I was young. And so I’ve gone through my life thinking it’ll be better when I lose the weight bla bla etc etc ad infinitum. Then I look back on my life and think I really wish I had seen the beauty that I possessed. What a waste. My insecurities didn’t come from being told looks were everything…..my mum brought us up with humility and modesty…….er a little to much of that and bam …..no confidence.
So Karma, after all that I am learning that I’m ok. I’m doing alright. I look in the mirror and I think …yep it ain’t what it used to be but ya know it’s pretty darned good! Lol. I’m 50 in the autumn. I’m independent again. I’m learning to value what’s important …..and I’m determined not to let anyone else take that from me ever again. Or give it away so easily….
Brightest blessings to you.
Ps ….get smaller mirrors