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December 5, 2013 at 11:35 pm #46296PriscillaParticipant
Hi guys, care to listen and perhaps give some suggestion for my problem?
I’m a woman in my late 20s. I went through a lot of personal turmoil growing up, mostly due to my dysfunctional family but as I got older, bit by bit I conquered them. Now, I’d say I’m in a pretty good place but there’s just one thing: I have HUUGE daddy issues because my dad emotionally and physically abused me when I was growing up, and I’ve yet to conquer it.
I’ve realized many of my problems stem from not being/feeling loved because my parents are both emotionally distant. It was only after I got with my girlfriend did I start to feel loved and began to heal (side note: I’m bisexual, I’m not conflicted about it, my gf is the only person I’ve been with romantically, we’ve been together for almost 7 years now).
So, as I said, I’m in a pretty good place now but if I start thinking about my daddy issues, I’d cry without fail, every time. Basically, I wanted to be treated like a princess by my dad. I know it’s silly but that’s the truth. Instead, he beat me, called me names and later this behavior was mimicked by my brother.
This makes me indiscriminately very jealous and envious of anyone with a good paternal figure in their lives especially female, even if they’re just little kids, even if they’re fictional! Instead of being happy for them, I feel mad. Why can’t it be me?
FYI, I’m very open about this with my gf. She knows my dire yearning for a male figure in my life and has come to accept it and she knows she has nothing to do with it. It’s purely my problem.
Anybody who has experienced similar situations, please share. Anyone who has kind words and wisdom, please also share.
Thanks!
December 6, 2013 at 8:30 am #46305MattParticipantPriscilla,
I’m sorry for the sadness and feeling of loss you experience as you look back on what could have been but wasn’t. Sometimes our heart becomes wounded, and leads to a deep sorrow that doesn’t heal well until we can approach it with compassion. I’m really impressed by the way you’re approaching this, and feel you’re well on your way to becoming whole, healed and well. A few things came to heart as I read your words.
It is sad, but our parents are also people. They spin and suffer, and often do not know how to give, share, or receive love. It sucks, but that is the way of things. We have a fundamental ignorance of how to find joy and balance, and often have teachers and parents that do not teach us well, do not show us the tender, gentle light that we need to blossom. This means that as we mature, it becomes our task to separate the wheat from the chaff, look for the good in what they taught us, and forgive them for their unskillfulness.
Consider that inside you is a knot of pain that causes you to cry. Tenderly, gently, you can untangle that knot, my dear sister. Knots like yours are very common, unfortunately… just because we become a parent does not mean we know how to be a good one. Perhaps the knot will untangle as you begin to grieve the whole of it, rather than just your experience of it. Said differently, when you encounter certain stimuli (such as movies of fathers being tender) you are deeply moved emotionally and you body lashes out with tears and grief. This is normal, and usual. You’ve always yearned for daddy’s love, and to see it out there is a reminder of what you missed.
Now consider that as your dad experienced certain stimuli (such as his daughter acting in such and such a way) he was deeply moved emotionally and lashed out in many ways. This is normal, and usual. Being a parent is scary and difficult, and becomes a twisted mess if not approached skillfully. If his parents weren’t skillful, he has his own wounds, his own tangles just like you. Where yours move you toward melancholy and anger, his moved him toward anger and violence. Both are sad, neither one of you perfect, both carrying stones or tangles which inhibit you from the joyous potential of a father and daughter loving one another vibrantly, happily.
But dry your eyes, my dear sweet sister, because you’re on the path of healing. It may seem like a distant star here and now, but as you grieve the whole of it, the lost time and potential, then you can become free and move on. Said differently, the tears don’t really come from the loss, they come from the suppression of your love for him. They come from your body’s strong and vibrant heart that is being held shut by your mind screaming at it “it is not safe to love my daddy”… and yet your heart refuses to stop. And, that’s a good thing. Its OK to love him, dear one, and even though you may wish to receive the love back in the same way, I know you can see that he may or may not, because he doesn’t see as deeply and directly as you do. Said differently, sometimes we have to love our parents as people, imperfect and stuck, rather than wishing them to be better at their roles. If only they were perfect, eh? The good news is that even though you may wish to receive it, the sorrow arises only from the wish to give it, and as we heal and learn to let our own love blossom, we find freedom and peace.
Namaste.
With warmth,
MattDecember 6, 2013 at 4:24 pm #46340CSParticipantMatt, I have been dealing with similar-ish issues with my father and your advice is so beautifully written and really touched me. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
December 6, 2013 at 6:43 pm #46347AlParticipantMatt said everything I want albeit 1000 times better. 🙂 Understanding that we are all raised in different environments helps garner compassion about one’s behavior. And, ultimately, compassion is all that you can give your father. Though not the figure you wished you had had growing up please continue to love him for the suffering that he has endured. One day, perhaps, with the influence from your compassionate actions you may trigger within him a change where he may want to atone for his past actions. However, even then do not hope for such a thing. Wish only for his well being always. This will help in bringing you the peace you need.
Regards,
AlDecember 8, 2013 at 4:18 pm #46404HarmonyParticipantThey come from your body’s strong and vibrant heart that is being held shut by your mind screaming at it “it is not safe to love my daddy”… and yet your heart refuses to stop. And, that’s a good thing. Its OK to love him…”
I thought this was a great insight. I had never thought of it that way. Lately I have been experiencing this sadness and don’t really know what to do with it. I don’t even know why exactly I am sad. I have some vague ideas that it comes from loss or guilt or wishing but perhaps it IS my heart that is yearning to love how I know, deep down, that I can love. I sometimes just feel like crying but I think I’m still afraid to really let go and feel all that I’m feeling. I fear that I will explode with uncontrollable tears.
“The good news is that even though you may wish to receive it, the sorrow arises only from the wish to give it, and as we heal and learn to let our own love blossom, we find freedom and peace.”
Could you explain this further? I feel like I need a breakthrough or maybe it is time to allow myself to explode. Any other tips, Matt? Your words are so eloquently chosen and expressed. Namaste.
December 8, 2013 at 8:56 pm #46444MattParticipantHarmony,
The tears that arise alongside the blossoming of the heart don’t last forever. Osho described it as the ice of isolation melting from rainbow tears. Said differently, in my experience, its only moving from suppression to expression that generates tears of sadness, though tears of appreciative joy are different story. 🙂 Harmony, from the small bit you’ve expressed, the only tip that comes to mind is don’t be afraid of your heart. The pressure doesn’t lead to explosion, such as dynamite bursting with gas and heat. Rather, it is the pressure of a germinating seed, pushing at the soil toward the light and air.
With warmth,
MattDecember 8, 2013 at 10:43 pm #46448PriscillaParticipantHi, thank you for all the beautiful insights.
I feel like I need to vent and want to elaborate a bit as to what happened to me: My parents are emotionally distant. My dad is a misogynist and when I was little, I sensed this and consequently toned down my femininity to appease him. If you watch How I Met Your Mother, I’m just like the Robin character.
My dad ruled with an iron fist. If me and my sister misbehaved, he’d hit us but not our brother. During my teenage years, he added verbal abuse to his portfolio, some of the highlights including ‘frog face’ and ‘fat bag’. He also began supplying me with laxatives, fat blockers, and diet pills. Some of the pills later were being banned in other countries for causing death but he still insisted that I took them. He also abandoned our dogs after he deemed them to be no longer of use to him due to ailments or old age. I would come home from school and found them no longer there.
One night, for whatever reason, he went mad and beat me more than usual that my mom had to pull him back, crying (she usually just stayed away). After that, I stopped talking to him. We were living under the same roof and I just simply refused to talk to him. Even when we went out to a restaurant, I would just sit there, ate my food and refused to acknowledge him. It was my way of saying “You can’t expect me to act like nothing has happened. You have to apologize and make things right!” This went on for about 7 years, facilitated by my mother who was most concerned with keeping up appearances.
During this time, I was accepted to and graduated from Harvard. Ivy leagues education is something that has been ingrained in my family and a source of pride for him (both my parents went to an Ivy League school) and he missed the experience of having a daughter who go there because he was too proud. Shortly after graduation, I got a job in another country and moved there. It was around this time that I decided to end my feud with him. My strength and courage to do this came from being in a loving relationship with my gf and my sense of accomplishment. I was confident enough that I’d be able to let him back into my life without losing control over it to him.
Few years ago, my dad came down with an unknown ailment and had to be hospitalized. I flew back home and in the hospital, I embraced him and kissed his cheek and caressed his hair, something that if I had done in the past, would have made me convulsed uncontrollably from sheer awkwardness. His reaction was totally unexpected: there was a silence, then he began to sob. His lips quivered as he struggled so hard to contain his emotions. My mother was in the room and she, too, was tearing up. It was one of those profound moments in your life that can’t be expressed with words.
However, I’m sorry to report that you can’t teach old dogs new tricks. After all the dust has settled, he reverted to his old tricks. Granted, he doesn’t verbally or physically abuse me anymore, he is still imposing his thoughts and logics on me. He once told me to drink beer to lose weight because he said it helps trapping the fat. I fell sick earlier this year and my parents took care of me, afterwards, he started peddling diet pills to me again, thinking it was an okay thing to do since they took care of me. Sigh.
As I am in the middle of a long and arduous journey towards forgiveness and letting go, I guess my point of posting is, I’d like to know what to do in those darker hours when you can’t help but letting your issues get to you. Like, I’d be okay most days but I’d unravel into this monster in a heartbeat when I’m exposed to certain trigger / stimuli (as Matt termed it). I’d heard beautiful father-daughter stories and I’d just lash out on my gf big time. Sometimes I’d just cry for no reason and she has to console me even though it has nothing to do with her. Basically, I just want to be a normal person with normal emotional reactions to things.
December 8, 2013 at 11:10 pm #46451AbeParticipantPriscilla I think you have taken the first step in identifying that this is an issue. I think the most helpful thing to do is talk to a therapist about it. I know from personal experience how damaging abuse at the hands of one’s father is. It impacts on all your relationships with men and women (especially if your mother failed to protect you). I think when our family fails us we look for family in outsiders and ultimately this can only incompletely satisfy our needs. Because non-family members are not really ‘available’ in this way.
And what your father and brother did was not your fault.
Namaste
A.December 9, 2013 at 6:15 am #46459MattParticipantPriscilla,
Thank you so much for opening up and sharing more of your story with us. I’m so sorry for the abuse you went through, and your anger and confusion is understandable. I’m impressed with your strength, and how directly you are able to look at all of it. Don’t despair, gentle one, there is always a path toward joy. Said differently, there is always a way in which we can let go of the past so we can be happy here and now. A few things came to heart as I read your words.
The experiences you went through were painful. Let’s face it, what happened to you was bullshit. You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, and what he did was wrong. His issues caused him to lash out in terrible ways, and left you with some wounds and scars that remain painful to this day. The worst is perhaps the injustice of it all, how little girls want to be seen as a princess, and there you were being treated like a demoness. Even with the incredible accomplishments and grades, did his view of you change? Nope. What the hell! How is that fair?
It wasn’t fair. What he did was dumb, ignorant and unskillful, and it left an imbalance. Said differently, as you went through countless moments where it was not safe for you (and the extra knife jab of your brother not being assaulted… grrrr!) in order to survive it, you surpressed a lot of emotions and thoughts. Thoughts like “don’t treat me like this” “just love me” “you’re a fucking asshole” “why can’t you just be kind” “don’t you care about me” “stop. Stop!” and so on. Maybe you did express some of them, and it only made it worse. So instead they were suppressed. The anger, the frustration of the injustice, the yearning, the hope… all compressed into little nuggets and stuffed down deep.
From a different angle, perhaps you understand the brain enough to relate to what is present without subjective contextual aim. The brain stores data in a web of associations, both in anaylitical and emotional forms. Right now, where “father” interweaves in that web is a ton of anger and despair. It gets plucked, and the associations fire off and make your body react. Much like Pavlov’s experiment, where a bell would be rung alongside meat powder, and eventually the association would form so the dog’s body would respond to the bell as if the meat powder was present even when it wasn’t. For us, its a little more complex, but is approximately the same. Even when your dad isn’t there to abuse or control you, if the web gets struck by an image or memory, it can produce the same associated emotions.
Biologically, compassion is the solution the web. Compassion arises when we give the space for things to be what they really are, and let our body take in the truth. We have to pass through the veil of anger first, however, and that can be tricky. Emotional suppression is like those cartoons where an enormous amount of stuff is crammed into a closet, and when someone comes along and opens the door, all the stuff explodes out into the room. Perhaps you have so much anger that for years and years you had to choke down or it would be worse. Now, though, your environment is safe. You have grown a little garden, and even though you’re scared you’re going to burn it, its OK for your emotions to come out. A zen catharsis trick is something I’ve found to be helpful in ridding my body of corrosive emotions like anger. When I felt my anger arising from the abuse I experienced as a child (physical, emotional and sexual abuses) I would follow the zen advice and scream, beat my hands onto pillows, swear and flail. Just get it out! The anger empties, the closet loses its pressure, and then the ideas can be approached with patience, and we can sort out the mess.
Consider that a healthy person doesn’t abuse others. I wonder what terrible things your dad went through to create such pattern in him. In the hospital bed, when he was raw and weak, the little kid in him came to the surface and wept from some simple comforting. Much like you weep when you see some simple television images. Of course, as soon as his body and mind regained strength he was back to his old games. They may fool others, but they won’t fool me. There’s a sad and lost kid inside there, buried deep under layers of suppression and years of being abused. Said differently, I wonder how terrible his journey was that it twisted him into such a being. Resting in that curiosity can release a lot of that inner conflict, because then you can begin to see how much stronger you are than him, and how here and now you are working the righteous work of settling the abuse that has been passed down from our ancestors and their ignorance of how to find balance and joy.
With warmth,
MattDecember 9, 2013 at 8:29 am #46464PriscillaParticipantThanks for the kind words and encouragement. I truly do wanna get better. I usually cope with my lack of male figure by fantasizing about this other life of me where they exist, it provides me with an instant relief but not sure whether it’s healthy in the long run.
I haven’t mustered up enough courage to see a therapist, I’m always worried when I interact with others. I’d read too much into things: “he doesn’t treat my problems with regards”, “he’s too nice”, “he’s indifferent” Basically, it’s a damned if I do, damned if I don’t situation.
Daddy issues mean low self-esteem, and I think people who experience low self-esteem can vouch for me how daunting a simple interaction such as calling someone could be. I’d over-think it afterwards. “did I sound too eager? too aloof? was I too nice? too arrogant?” it goes on and on and on. Everyday, I remind myself to be less neurotic, negative encounters don’t mean a rejection of myself as a person. Likewise, positive encounters need not be feared. Most of the time, they’re just what they are: encounters.
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