June 4, 2023
Washout day 3 of 5
Taking action on Invictus’s advice to take note of anything happening while on a sub, I’m going to write. This is a major issue for me.
Yesterday I started a discussion about Genesis, and near the end, @Fractal_Explorer responded. His remark is hitting me today. He spoke of how people who have been traumatized often project their issues onto others. I’m doing this now, and I’m trying to expose the lie I’m believing.
I’ve shared i live with a 90 year old housemate. I’ve been blaming and hating on him. I questioned myself this morning after getting up to get some coffee, him not being up yet. I imagined him only getting up to see me, talk to me, and criticize me about anything (yeah, I’ve been thinking this).
And then a truth hit me. I can see he’s lonely. I’ve been lonely too. My mind’s been seriously trying to keep me away from people who are “unsafe” or hateful. And I just wrote that. I’ve been unsafe and hateful, saying he’s guilty of this. I’ve been this person.
A piercing question for me: why am I hateful?
I usually hide this from myself. Powerful tears popped out just now. The truth is that I feel vulnerable around him and don’t believe I have a right to defend myself against him. It’s the same belief I’ve had in front of male peers. Damn. The belief is “if I just accept this quietly, it’ll stop soon, and I’ll feel safe again” I learned this when with my brother when younger. He overpowered me, I was scared of opposing him due to his rage, and this was my survival strategy.
This same belief still leads me now when around men, mostly at work. “Take shit, smile, and it’ll go away soon.” That’s all I do. Just accept shit. To stay “safe”. I’m living in yesteryear writing that. That’s probably why I got so depressed when my brother left home overnight, breaking away from Mom constantly demasculating him.
But…why am I hateful? I had the expectation for my brother to come back and “protect” me. I had anger towards him then, and never expressed it. I kept it in. I got depressed. I put on the ultimate show of non-verbally wanting protection, though I never asked anyone for it.
And that’s my life exactly. Having great unmet needs, and never asking for help. Noone was available when younger, and like physical or sexual abuse, I just accepted it, only hoping for relief.
Sounds like a powerless lifestyle. It was. It is. It IS. Still living like noone’s there, like noone’s available or willing to help. And I’m SICK of SEEKING PITY.
I’ll share this. I have caught ads, even yesterday, on YT for an online counseling service. I"M NOT USED TO TAKING FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY LIFE. I’M USED TO HANDING MY RESPONSIBILITY TO SOMEONE ELSE.
So this is very, very different for me. Very different. Scared as fuck wondering what I’ll do next. Maybe breaking old patterns. Slowly. Old protections still active.