By Joyce Alexander, RNP (retired)
I guess I am making a “confession” here of being a wimp, or maybe an enabler, for the majority of my life. But when people would ask me for a “favor,” I would almost always do it, even if it meant that I had to cancel plans of my own that I would much rather have done. In other words, by saying “yes” to my friends and family, I was saying “no” to myself.
Shopping on Mondays
After my husband died I cared for my stepfather during his long battle with cancer. In fact, I cancelled my “life” and my own grieving for my husband to voluntarily be there for him. I wanted to be there for him. However, after his death and a reasonable period of time, I realized that I had put my own business interests on hold to take care of him and my egg donor, and because of that, I had lost value in several large assets that I needed to take care of before they deteriorated more and became totally valueless.
The egg donor had a habit of wanting to go to town on Monday, for no particular reason except that was the day she had always gone to town since her retirement. One Sunday, I spoke to her because I had something very important to do on the following Monday and wouldn’t be available to take her to town to grocery shop on Monday, but could take her on Tuesday. I went to her house to tell her how I had neglected my own business interests over the last 18 months and now it was time for me to get cracking and take care of these interests and that I might not be available when she wanted to go to town, unless it was an emergency of course, and then I would cancel any plans, and that I would take her anywhere she wanted to go, but we’d work around my schedule of business.
She looked at me like I had asked her to jump off the roof, and she said, “But what if I WANT TO GO TO TOWN ON MONDAY?” I was a bit taken back by the tone of her voice and the look in her eye, but I patiently re-explained that it really didn’t matter if she went to town on Monday or not, that any day was okay to grocery shop. Still she looked at me wide-eyed, that I would dare put my needs before her desires.
That was a totally unsuccessful attempt to set some boundaries and actually caused her to become so angry that she immediately started the devalue and discarding, finding the Trojan Horse Psychopath and my psychopathic daughter-in-law to do her bidding and “jump when she said frog.” Because I had said “no” to her, she would punish me and replace me.
Wanting to help
Setting boundaries with others, especially “family and close friends,” has been a challenge my entire life. But I didn’t realize it, because I didn’t even know what a “boundary” was. I lived in the expectation that I was supposed to drop everything I had planned and meet the needs of my friends and family and if they were unhappy, it was my job to “make them happy.” If I did something for myself instead of doing something for others then I was being “selfish.” Saying “yes” to the demands of others was what I was put on this earth to do.
Was I tired? Were they hungry? Well, of course I’d get up and get them something to eat, no problem. Did they need a babysitter so they could go out on the town? Well, so what if I had worked hard all week and come home to my own house full of toddlers or teenagers, I’d cancel my plans and sit for their kids ”¦ no problem.
There are times when we want to cancel our plans to do something to take care of the need of someone we love, such as when my beloved stepfather got cancer. I didn’t even hesitate to cancel my “life” to be there for him. I moved across the pasture into the spare room in my parents’ home so I would be available in case he needed me during the night (he frequently did). I “closed down” my kitchen and told my son, our hired hand, and my husband that they could come to my parents’ house to eat, and they did. I was there for every doctor’s visit with my Daddy ”¦ and was glad to be. It was not an imposition at all. I also had household help for cleaning, a hospice aide for help with his personal care, and the neighbors and the church brought in enough food to feed an army, so I actually had to do little cooking. I was also able to take the breaks needed by caregivers to “just get away,” so it was, given the nature of the situation, ideal. When he finally passed away, he was ready to go and we were also ready to let him go, we did our grieving together.
So there are instances when we completely shut down our own lives to give care to another and that is perfectly okay. But when we are asked to do something though and we do not want to do it, we resent doing it, then we need to ask ourselves if saying “yes” to someone else means saying “no” to ourselves.
Resentment
When we give time, effort or money to someone and we resent doing it ”¦ when someone comes to “borrow” money and you know they will never repay it, and you want to say “no” but you are afraid of hurting their feelings or you feel trapped one way or another into “having” to “loan” them the money, then you are saying “NO” to yourself.
Even if the “cause” is good, such as a charity, but you don’t want to donate, yet you feel guilty for not donating, then you are “saying yes to others, and no to yourself.”
Someone said once that “No” is a complete sentence. That’s actually pretty profound if you think about it. We are all adults, and we know how to say the word “no,” but many times we won’t say it for fear of hurting someone else’s feelings, or feeling guilty for saying it.
Some people seem to know how to push your buttons to get you to do things for them, give them things, or allow them to literally walk on your back and you keep saying “yes” to them when you really want to scream “NO!” Sometimes we say “yes” many times and the resentment builds up (as it always will when you want to say “no” and instead say “yes.”) and eventually the resentment builds so high that one day they demand that you do such and such and you “explode!” You give them the tongue lashing that you’ve wanted to give them ever since you said “Yes” the last 15 or 20 times when you wanted to say “No” instead.
Enabling
Saying “yes” when you want to say “no” is a form of what many people will call enabling, doing for others what they should be doing for themselves. Taking responsibility for others’ needs when they are perfectly capable and able to meet these needs themselves. That kind of saying “yes” causes resentment. Me saying “yes, I’ll take care of you” to my stepfather didn’t cause resentment because I loved him, and I knew that he could not meet those needs himself. I was glad to provide them. Taking the egg donor to town every Monday, and ONLY on Monday when it wasn’t necessary and when she could have hired a driver, when I had serious business to transact, that would have been enabling.
I’m learning to say “no” to people now when I want to say “no,” and “yes” when I don’t mind saying “yes.” It takes practice and patience with ourselves but it makes life so much more peaceful when you have the courage and ability to say “no” and know that by doing so, if the person you say “no” to gets upset, you don’t care. It is okay for someone to be upset with you. It is perfectly okay to say, “No, I’d rather not do that, but thank you for asking.”
*Skylar passes strongawoman the bucket*
Here you go, Strongawoman.
Yeh skylar I too kept going back …..suppose that’s why he keeps trying. He knows he’s reeled me back in again a few times. One more time. Come on baby. For old times sake.
Note to self…..must plug new gaps, stop it infiltrating. Via the back door as Oxy says.
And he used to say I was the crazy “bunny boiler”
Tut
Thanks skylar,
Much better now
🙂
Hi, LF. great article, Oxy. it’s been a while since I visited. I thought I might share what’s been going on with me. if you remember, the last time I posted, I was obsessing about my relationship with x hub, and his infidelity. I had believed that we had parted ways on a good note…I had forgiven him years ago. I couldn’t understand why, after all these years, I was obsessing. I finally read ” The Betrayal Bond” and realize that I had only dealt with the tip of the ice-burgh. There were still a lot of unresolved questions….things I had just left behind when I left him, because I wanted absolutes…..I wanted proof that my suspicions were true. I still sooooo wanted to believe that they weren’t. I have realized that my x was a raving sex addict who had multiple affairs. I absolutely believe he got a neighbor girl who baby sat for us, occasionally pregnant. She was still in high school. I am fairly certain that he brought a man into our house for sex, and that when we were on our trek away from our last tour of duty and toward our new one, he pulled over at a rest stop, and hung out in the men’s room, waiting for a hook up. When he came back to the car, he said the reason it took him so long was because there was a strange man lurking around and it made him feel creepy. Sheesh, talk about a tell. But, what I’m really amazed by, is the depth of my desire not to know. I never asked the next question. I always looked the other way. I am also seeing how absolutely insanely bonded I was, even though it was torture, how badly I needed to believe the promise, how often he pulled the rug out from under me, and how all that just made the bond stronger. I recomend , “The trauma bond to everybody.
Kim,
it’s so nice to hear from you.
Those are some amazing insights about your marriage. It’s as if you knew all the time but just couldn’t bear to know. I haven’t read “the trauma bond”, but am reading “the gift of fear”. In it, the author points out how much we really KNOW about what’s going on around us, but just don’t recognize that we know it. Part of us, though is always aware of the myriad of clues which complete the picture. Like you, the back of my brain was filled with these clues about things I couldn’t bear to know.
I’m so glad you checked in with us. I was just thinking about you yesterday.
And, before posting that post, I thought about changing my user name, because I wanted to protect his reputation. I have become aware of how important maintaining his image, in my eyes, was incredibly important to both of us…our relationship ( our trauma bond depended on it!!) The navy sent him for temporary duty to Bethesda Ma. Shortly after we got here, to our new tour of duty, and when I asked him why, he gave me some evasive answer, and I accepted it. I didn’t ask again. Bathesda is a national military hospital, with an intensive sexual addiction program. He was gone for three months. This was all on the heals of a marital crisis, when I finally realized he’d had an affair and been in love. We had been in therapy. Then, a letter came addressed to my daughter, that contained a photograph of her x baby-sitter holding a baby. She asked my daughter to give the picture to her dad, and also give him the letter. It wasn’t long til he was in Bathesda. What do y’all think? Am I crazy? He told his associates not to tell anyone where we wre being stationed, and he told our kids not to tell anyone we were moving. He did not want to be found. this is all 23 years in the past. Crazy, huh?
The baby sitter wasn’t even the one he was obsessed with. The one he was obsessed with was 18 when we moved there and 21 when we left. There were at least three others I suspect. Part of the reason I could never get to the bottom of it, was because I got all the red flags around all these women and girls mixed up and confused…I knew about Lori, but absolutely couldn’t wrap my mind about Robin, even though it was obvious. ( his image, again.). robin was a goofy, gangly, nerdy kid. She had buck teeth and ears that poked out…surely not. I was a sexy, good looking adult woman who was a straight A student, working toward a degree. But, see, that’s just it. He couldn’t handle that. I was growing up and it intimidated him. He was losing his hold on me and couldn’t grow along with me.
Hi, Sky. How are you? I guess y’all got a lot of snow a week or two ago. We had 70’s plus this week. Very spring like.
I have really become aware of your concept of “the tell”, lately. What is the purpose of the tell to them? What is it’s function. Is it akin to supers delite? What is your take on it?
This I pad won’t let me write what I’m trying to write. I didn’ mean supers delite. I meant the person who dupes…his delite.
Hi Kim..