Psychic Masochism

just another round of self-punishment

I confess my guilt of loving the guilties

guilt1Yep, I got a lifelong case of the guilties and I do feel guilty about that.

I feel guilty and I don’t like it…well, I actually do find some sort of strange self-righteousness deep within my bosom, but I can’t remember why.

Oh, yeah! Here it is.

I feel guilty because I am constantly indulging myself in emotional stuff. You know, rejection and self-deprivation. Emotional martyrdom is one of my all-time favorites. That one is so self-righteous that no one can even challenge it. The bastards don’t have a leg to stand on! Wohoo!

I’m free! Wait, I’m actually tied to emotional martyrdom and feel false guilt every day of my life.

Damn.

Here’s the question from my straight up conscience. If I could chuck the guilt and all the self-righteousness that goes with it, would I?

Um. No. It feels to……me! (Don’t tell anyone).

I like it, okay?

Who the hell are you to judge me, anyway? If I want to play the sacrificial lamb and pretend that I “love too much” while inwardly hating, I can do that. And if I also feel guilty about it, then so be it. I enjoy all this, yo.

Besides, my momma did it. And my papa taught me never to mess with my momma. I feel so disloyal whenever I start with all that emotional honesty crap!

Icky Sticky

brain-injury-fogIcky Sticky
Attached to Pity
I like to drive
Me crazy

Loathed to grin
At my sin
I live in
Mind so hazy

Watchful of others
Under cover
Bearing pain
With ease

I long to shout
I cannot doubt
That I shall
End me please

An Ode to Panic

PanicSweet panic
I cannot live without thee
Thy sting is my sweet vengeance
Against the enemies of my soul.

What? Am I not above
Such self-sacrifice?
No, far below!
For in panic I find my respite.

My strength, my joy
My everlasting peace
Oh, panic!
Who would I be
Without thee?

 

Dealing with Rejection from your Un-family of Origin?

slumpdSome families are not close and supportive, were never set up to be close and supportive. Rather, they are dysfunctional.

This is not pessimism, but a hindsight view of families based on research. In these un-family units with unresolvable issues, a holiday together is like hanging out in an ice cave full of demons. It’s fun!

If you come from such a family, the best thing to do is have little contact with them and invest yourself heavily in creating a very different kind of family that is capable of being close to you and to whom you are willing to be close.

Most people who come from alienated, dysfunctional un-families do not do this.

They cling to the idea that their dysfunctional un-family-of-origin was “supposed” to be a loving family and proceed in adulthood to create new families that continue the cycle of alienation. Or, they find some other reason to hang onto the dysfunction.

You might be telling yourself, “I can’t give up on them! They are my family. There is always hope! What kind of monster abandons family?” You take pleasure in your self-righteous loyalty, oh yeah!

However, there is not always hope that a dysfunctional family will heal. For healing to happen, the individuals involved must become interested in healing work, like therapy or personal growth. They need to consciously engage in the process and stick with it over a period of time. Until that happens, healing won’t happen. As long as the people are not willing to learn and grow (and get help doing it), everyone continues to feel bad.

Staying involved is a form self-sabotage. It is hard to avoid because it is very, very difficult to see. And it feels good to wallow in un-family of origin badness, I know. Satisfying in a certain, yummy-twisted way…

(I’m just sayin’…)

Anyway, let’s look at dysfunctional un-families. They:

1. Do not speak freely to each other. Rather, they monitor their words with caution.

2. Do not feel free to be themselves with each other or share their real interests.

3. Are ridden with guilt and shame that they often cannot explain. It seems they feel bad just for existing.

4. They do not reach out to each other and are hard pressed to call upon each other even for special occasions like birthdays and holidays.

5. They often hate each other and hold monumental grudges over little things, but do not attempt to settle differences or communicate feelings.

6. They tend to reproduce un-families and continue the fun for generations.

Basically, un-families are torture chambers full of demons looming in the background of our lives, waiting the right moment to show up and wreak havoc. It’s delicious…

So, get on with the party! Keep returning to your un-family, asking directly or indirectly for things they will not provide, participating in activities that are not any fun, hoping for reconciliation that will never happen. It’s very productive and rewarding.

This is called Milking the Rejection of your Un-family

I guess I need to be the one to say it. If you are investing yourself in a family that has dished out decades of misery, then you are milking misery. You may be unconsciously (unwittingly) milking it, however, which may lead to running around with a vague sense of guilt.

The guilt is due to the fact that you are milking rejection, denial, shame, deprivation and other stuff you are unconsciously attached to in that familiar place of misery in your breast that you have come to call home. You are setting yourself up to be knocked down emotionally again and again. Milking it. You.

So, stop. You probably know how to avoid it, right?

Please do not think I am arrogant for letting you in on your secret or poking fun at your troubles. For decades, I did exactly what I have described. I hated my family for not understanding me, for not extending themselves in my direction, for their lack of interest in my life. In my own way, I tried again and again to impress them. They hold a very different view of me than I hold of myself. I cannot change that.

They aren’t INTERESTED! Wow.

But they are SUPPOSED to be!

They aren’t.

BUT….

joyThey…just…aren’t.

They are my un-family. (Sigh) (of relief) (major relief) (seriously – painfully relieving) (I’m not kidding).

With that I am free to invest myself more fully in my current life – my family and friends who love me and whom I love.

I get a solid return on my love investment now.

Wohoo!

 

Sick and tired of being sick and… (Wait. I actually like it.)

tiredYup, I am so SICK and TIRED of being sick and tired. Seriously! I hate it.

Wait. I actually like it.

I mean, not really. Well, I don’t like to admit this, even to myself, but….

Here goes – THE PLAIN TRUTH – about my SICK and TIRED life!

I am actually sick and tired! I drag my butt through the day….every day. Even weekends. Drag. Get it? After work I plop my exhausted butt down on the couch and “can’t” get up to save my life (or my marriage). It sucks!

Or does it?

You see, I have this bizarre sense of satisfaction in my extreme couch potato-ness. Um…it’s like a game. How long can I keep this up? Ssssshhhhh!

Dang. My secret flew the coop! And that’s it, folks. I toy with my life, my marriage, and my sanity in this way. I mean, I do feel tired. And sickly and stuff.  I think I am depressed, with chronic…I mean major depressive….let’s see, what did that psychiatrist with the medicine breath say….?

Anyway, I have a diagnosis and it sounds very medical.

I am secretly haunted by this strange deliciousness of it all, though. I mean, I don’t have to do anything around the house anymore! This is my secret pleasure that I hide behind the brain fog. Ok, you probably think I am making fun of people with real problems.

If this isn’t a real problem, I don’t know what is!

couch-potatoSoon, my gig may be up! Not knowing when my wife will have had enough is another one of those strange, sickly exciting rolls of the dice. Anyway, this affects my kids, too.

Will I earn that promotion so that we can put the bonus money away for college? I don’t know! My competition seems quite energetic. I hate that. These zealots need to slow down and get a life…

Back to another rerun of MacGyver. That guy is pretty resourceful!

 

 

Am I Crazy? (Or is it just me)

am-I-crazyHold up, I didn’t even ask the question in a sane way, so let me begin anew.

Am I crazy?

Here’s the deal. I think it might be a tad insane because no matter what I do, I keep coming back to the same old results that I SWEAR I DO NOT WANT!

Or do I? Because afterwards I feel a perverse little satisfaction in all the misery. (Please don’t click away. This is serious.)

Am I crazy? You be the judge…

Here’s the scene: I see a glimmering bottle of luscious soda and a fat bag of light, crispy potato chips. I have already decided I will NOT PARTAKE of these hideous threats to my health. So, I immediately proceed to guzzle the sweet bubbly and munch the salty delights into oblivion. Ah…

Then, I feel so obviously ashamed of myself. Really, I do. And the feeling lingers so much longer than the taste of the food. I feel bloated, self-critical, undisciplined, ashamed…Ok I already said that but it is so true!

But none of the above is a problem. I don’t question my sanity over this horrific inner conflict – the desire for slender-hood mixed with a love of junk food. Common. Boring.

Nope. Here is the part that leaves me feeling like I need to visit Dr. Death. Crazy_doctor

I find a strange satisfaction in my shameful disobedience. Really. I like it.

Um…it’s kinda like revenge, you know. When you get someone back for doing you all wrong….you know that “two wrongs don’t make a right” but who the f#&@ cares?

Like that. I feel ashamed for “breaking my diet again” and “never sticking with anything” and “dying 20 years early one day.”

Whoa.

You feelin’ me yet? Am I crazy? Nah. I am an average person.

Hello world! I am ready for some pain!

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