A personal share, for anyone who needs to hear it today:
"You can't argue with crazy."
But it does get easier to walk away with a clear conscience, as I get older and wiser!
Background:
I grew up with a completely unstable, mentally ill stepmother for a few years of my early childhood. It was deeply terrifying to me. I remember having nightmares every night, where I had to walk through a tunnel made up of woven together writhing snakes. You know those looping dreams where it seems like you're in it forever? It was that kind of nightmare. There was a light at the end of the tunnel I kept walking determinedly towards, but I never got there; it was just terror the whole time.
My strategy was to stay up late reading with a flashlight under my blanket as long as I could, to put off falling asleep. For instance, I read the entire Encyclopedia Brittanica before I was 9. (In trivia games, random general knowledge category, I'm you're gal!)
Thankfully I was able to exercise choice at the age of 9 and move in full time with my mom, and had limited interaction with the stepmother after that. The traumatic experience of living with a mentally ill, abusive, manipulative caretaker during those powerless formative years imprinted on me deeply, however. I'm sure it's part of the reason I have taken a path towards self-discovery, healing, and transformation.
Today:
Every now and then someone ends up in my personal life that vibrates those same sympathetic strings in me that my ex-stepmother did. I still sometimes don't catch it until I've already enmeshed in an enabling/caretaking/compensating cycle.
It has happened a few times in my adult life, including one recently.
What tends to happen is the person seem unstable, unwell (yet interesting, compelling, and full of potential) and step in to I help in seen and unseen ways. I cover for them. I make it work so they can be OK.
Or there’s a project of mutual benefit I get involved in and am already committed to before I realize how “off” the dynamic is.
(Yeah yeah… I know. My self-awareness is pretty sharp but this is a blind spot. The stepmother note is not one I tune into regularly - I’d rather do just about anything than remember what I endured! It’s a slippery, evasive undertone that I best identify as I’m extricating myself. Maybe that empowerment is what gives me the sense of safety to face it?)
Right now I celebrate these 10 ways it gets easier to walk away from abuse cycle:
There you go... PSA complete. :)
I was journalling these thoughts today and felt to share, in case any of you out there are dealing with a situation and need:
- a reminder of your options
- encouragement to take care of yourself
- or celebration for being even 1% more skillful, sooner!
Oh, and I'll be doing some extra mantras for peace (of course!) also, as an offering into the space of harmony.
Lots of love!
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