I don’t have an explanation for this, but I was over reading @Michel’s journal, and I read this:
I actually remembered being at school in 7th grade. Lots of changes, lots of dreaming during that time. Most of it was about surfing and exploring.
The difference just showed up in my thinking.
Without fear: exploring, hoping, dreaming. I am free and unencumbered. I step out. I am free to explore.
With fear: Feeling unable to move physically or emotionally, as Mom was held by fear. And I was loyal to her. Let it be clearly stated that while remembering this I felt that subtle twinge of resentment. Mom lived in a very small world emotionally, and she never even looked for better ways to live. She lived without hope day to day (even writing this brings up some self-doubt and guilt). But at 11 years old, she was my Mom, the only one I turned to for feminine love.
I’ve spent a lot of time, like ALL my life, trying to discount and dismiss my need of her love. I share that since it’s connected to why I don’t date, nor have ever really dated. (I met my former wife at church). Women’s natural feminity reminds me of my unmet needs from Mom. Mixed feelings surface, but ultimately fear comes up, since I don’t want to mix the 2 realities. Holding eye contact with women is challenging due to that–again, it’s a world of difference between “without fear” and “with fear”.
Facing this fear seems to be the ONLY solution. (Part of me re-read that and hopes some of this shit will disappear on DR)
I’m mentally masturbating now, so I’m getting up. Gotta do laundry…bookstore (???)…
I will be nice to myself