Reconciling

Many of us seem to have some strain when it comes to relating to our families. The strain can be especially poignant around the holidays, where interacting with family is expected; if not from our families themselves, then from other well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) friends.

This was certainly true for me this year. Going into the holidays, my anxiety at being around my family spiked. Part of this was also caused by a graduation dinner that my mother arranged that occured 5 days before Christmas. While the party was a good idea, and I very much appreciated my mom’s thoughtfulness in planning, decorations, and gifts… it was also very stressful for me. I was uncomfortable the entire time. The awkwardness was so apparent and felt thick like a cloud around my head. It was scary for me. It was a time I’d normally try to avoid; by drinking or by dissociating somehow. I went to the restroom to collect my thoughts and steady myself at one point. A good friend followed me in and grabbed my hands, telling  me to take a couple of deep breaths with her. After that, I could go back out and stay with the discomfort a bit easier.

I really felt like it was a disaster; but of course, I catastrophize often. My feelings were convinced the world was ending. My expectations for my party had not been met anyway (damn expectations!) and some people had not been able to come, which in turn made the party much smaller than I had anticipated. My ego was not amused – people were supposed to be celebrating ME! As a friend of mine likes to say, I deserved a parade, damn it. And on top of not getting my parade, I had to deal with my socially awkward family (and my socially awkward self). It felt like Chinese water torture.

The emphasis is “felt.” Because as you can see, it certainly was not the end of the world. Thankfully I was aware of this within the situation and aware that I needed to sit with the discomfort of it. My meditation practice, which has been consistent for the past 2 weeks (miracle of miracles!) really helped with this, because often in order to meditate you have to sit with discomfort, even physical discomfort. That practice really helps when you have to sit with emotional discomfort.

Despite all my spiritualizing, I still came home and cried. And I think actually that’s crucial; to allow oneself to feel. It doesn’t have to define you or drive you, but feeling it is important.

All this led up to Christmas, and so in anticipation of Christmas, I had a lot of anxiety. I shared this at a meeting, and with my sponsor. Going into the week, I opened myself up to being of service to others. I also talked to my sponsor the night before I had to see my parents again.

And I won’t tell you it was a great success, because it wasn’t. I made some mistakes. I wasn’t as present as I could have been, nor was I of service as I could have been. I made a nasty remark about a family member that I will likely need to apologize for later. It was a “joke” but it wasn’t necessary. It was one of those horrible moments where you watch something come out of your mouth and have the impulse to stuff it back in right away and pretend it never was said. But I didn’t stuff it back in, and I didn’t apologize. Part of me also doesn’t want to apologize because I think this person deserves it after what they have done to me. Ouch. That is pretty ugly. Some amends to be done there for sure – and some looking at my part. So. Surprise. I was imperfect yesterday.

But I also noticed something really special that’s happening. I am reconciling fantasy and reality, my child self and my adult self.

I talked to a friend last week about my relationship with my parents, my dad in particular. How there is a part of me that is still sad that he isn’t what I want him to be. That in response to my backing away, he’s backing away. My friend said that maybe it’s my little girl self who is sad, not my adult self. And that my adult self can just sit with little girl self and comfort her. My adult self needs to back away to be healthy. But my child self is really sad about it and still thinks she can make her daddy see how wonderful she really is if she just does what he wants.

That conversation was what I needed going into this holiday season.

Yesterday, while we opened gifts, I noticed something interesting. My dad gave me his usual disconnected gift; something that has very little relation to who I am and what I enjoy. If my dad really knew me, he would know that I am not a huge Beatles fan (unlike my little sister). But my dad doesn’t know me. And as I opened the present (a Beatles CD and a CD of Bach organ music), instead of feeling angry or even sad, I felt acceptance. Because my expectations were in line with reality. I knew it wouldn’t be him magically knowing who I was, and so I accepted it internally without making a big deal out of it. It was kind of amazing actually. I have never been in that place before.

As I was driving away yesterday I felt the sadness. And today I feel anger. But it’s easier for me to deal with knowing that my little girl self is just sad and angry. I feel so much more reconciled to the truth of my family, because I’m slowly accepting what is real. And that includes how my little girl self feels, which is right and true. It is sad, and anger-inducing, to realize that your daddy doesn’t see you and doesn’t try. But my adult self is also beautiful, and wise, and holds that little girl knowing that her grandpa, her daddy’s daddy, probably never knew her dad. So it’s really no surprise that little girl Laurie isn’t known, either. In the end, adult Laurie is just going to keep on being the wise, loving, gentle parent that little girl Laurie really needs, cuz little girl Laurie is never going to have the dad she wants. So adult Laurie gets to take that role as best she can.

I also had a really weird realization yesterday too that when I smell alcohol on someone’s breath, it reminds me of my dad. My dad honestly doesn’t seem terribly alcoholic to me, although I’ve noticed that he drinks more than average people. He seems closer to a problem drinker than an alcoholic, in my opinion and if I was taking inventory. But it was so odd to me to catch the scent of alcohol on someone’s breath, then realize the familiarity I feel is because I viscerally remember the smell on my dad’s breath. I don’t know what to do with that. It’s another layer I never have completely considered. Another layer of reality.

But I’m reconciling. Past and present. Real and fantasy. Like a lens at the optometrist when they ask “is it closer to 1, or 2? Again, 1…or how about 2?” I’m clarifying between 1, and 2. And in doing so, I’m slowly getting closer to seeing clearly.


Some updates on how I’m working with my family now… It’s Complicated

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4 Replies to “Reconciling”

  1. What a wonderfully human and insightful post, Laurie. I love reading your posts. Such honesty and grace, even when things are far from graceful…lol. You’re on a path, you’re human, you’re reconciling all these once fractured parts of you to cohesive self. Doesn’t happen overnight. We all say things that may not be spiritually fit. We do have expectations sometimes. We will spiritualize ourselves to death and still stumble and mess up. That’s being human, that’s part of the journey. We don’t become saints overnight, or at all! We are perfectly imperfect. That’s our job – to make mistakes. We’re supposed to. Easy to say and hear in a santized, clean message kind of way, but it really is the deal. I have to remember that too, and not come down hard on myself or on others.

    One thing I really got from this is your sense of compassion and acceptance – to yourself, and to others (namely your dad). That’s a tough ride sometimes. Those things don’t come easy often, and yet, when we apply them, they bring us great relief and freedom. You’re doing the right things, Laurie. You really are. Sitting in those feelings sometimes is the best thing. Just sitting in them, the way your friend sat with you. no judgment of the feelings. Just be.

    Big hug, my friend.

    Blessings,
    Paul

    1. Haha well I am far less graceful than I would like to believe. 🙂 In my head I prance down a path lined with butterflies. In reality I’m usually tripping into a cowpie or something. 🙂 Hard to remember, isn’t it, that we’re all imperfect? Compassion is so key.
      After the usual several months of hearing something, I’m finally putting it into practice… and sitting with my feelings. Takes awhile with this old brain. 🙂
      Big hug right back Paul! So glad to see you here as always.
      Laurie

  2. I was hoping to get some insight for my own issues with my family while I read your blog. As you know, my brother and I have had our “issues.” And I was hoping to gain insight, when halfway through reading this I realized that I totally forgot about him on Christmas. I mean, usually I will send him a card, and at minimum a text, but this year nothing. What surprised me more, is it was reciprocated. No calls, texts or cards from him! Then when I read the part about how you are backing away from your dad and his response is to do the same, I realized that is exactly what is happening in my relationship with my brother. I’m still mourning the loss of that relationship. Not sure how to process that, especially while dreading the loss of parents and having to deal with him throughout that process…anyway, I’m rambling. 🙂 love you girl and thanks for your always honest and true insights.

    1. Betsy! So glad to see you here. 🙂 I hope what I said was helpful. I still feel in the process of this a lot. As I wrote in this post, my little girl self is pretty sad about losing this relationship with my dad. And sometimes ragingly angry for a split second, several split seconds a day. That seems to be coming up a lot lately. I guess what I mean to say is that you’re not alone. 🙂
      And remember to stick with the present; your parents are still around so you don’t have to worry about that part yet. Both of us just have today… Thank God! I’m with you, I don’t know what frame of mind I’ll be in when my dad passes… thankfully don’t have to consider that yet. 🙂
      Love you girl! Thanks for reading 🙂

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