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anitaParticipantB back 2 U later, Mollie π₯°β€οΈ
anitaParticipantGood morning (here, W. U.S.A), Mollie!
Congrats for finishing your exams π
I think it’s healthy, you putting off seeing your ex until after the interview βοΈ
I reread a good portion of your posts here since March last year, and one of the things that struck me was how upset your mother was about your brother’s breakup, almost as if it was her breakup.
So, to me, it means that her emotional over- involvement is not restricted to how she relates to you, but also to how she relates to him.
She is a loving, caring mother.. only that she has been too close.
On the outside, her sharing her feelings with you about your brother, about your father, looks like closeness, which is a positive thing.. if you were her peer.
It just so happens that children need emotional space to separate from the parent and become their own person (the “separation-individuation” phase of normal child development).
As loving and caring as your mother has been, I don’t think she gave you or your brother that space.
It was unintentional, I have no doubt. She was- is unaware of this, no malice in her heart, of course.
And in you- it produced a highly attuned, caring, kind and conscientious person, but also someone who is often anxious and taking on responsibility for what you’re not responsible for, carring the weight of other people’s feelings, too much for your own good.
Which is exhausting!
When I catch myself feeling very sad and troubled about what someone else feels, I say to myself (when it’s true): “I didn’t cause it (whatever is troubling the other person). It’s not my fault, not my doing”- and that thought alone makes me feel so much lighter.
What I learned is that a big part of the heaviness I feel about other people’s distress is about over- responsibility: feeling that I am responsible for others’ negative mental state.. when I am not.
Does this resonate?
I’ll respond to other parts of your recent message later, after ( and if) you respond to this post π
πΏ β¨οΈ Anita
anitaParticipantJust thinking this Thursday π: finally dark outside and a beagle is curled into a ball on my lap, feeling safe with me.
Been raining cats and dogs for a while, thunders too.
Bored on one hand, not wanting to reach out to people just because I’m bored-
Instead, to just feel the boredom ( the desire to connect right now) and do nothing about it.
Nor do I want to analyze the what-s and why-s nor to judge myself for feeling what I feel.
To just feel, to just be
To take a slow Breath and Be.
Anita
anitaParticipantHow R U, Bea, 3 months and 16 days π since you posted last?
Anita
anitaParticipantHow R U, Mollie, a month & 2 days since ce you posted last?
* I just realized I didn’t check the app you recommended π
Anita
anitaParticipantHi Roberta:
Thank you for caring to post in my lonely thread once again πβ¨οΈ
Plans for the weekend? Nothing outside the usual:πΆββοΈ with my π, working in the yard (cutting blackberries, trimming π³ π², preparing the next burn π₯ pile) and submitting posts here
No replacement found for the Winery or taproom. Thing is, the taproom allowed dogs (because it doesn’t serve food), but most other places serve food along beer and wine, so no π πΆ π are allowed, and I can’t leave Bogart alone in the house.
(Emojis keep showing up when I use the π± and I can’t or won’t resist them).
I am glad about having had regular socialization in both places for years (ever since 2017 at the taproom, and since 2021 at the Winery). There were many, many magical afternoons- evenings in both.
One of the magical things I miss the most was dancing to live music at the Winery (π· helped with self-consciousness).. and I had fun with Karaeoke in both places.
I didn’t mind singing badly and loudly in front of people because they sang badly too, and because of the magical affect ofπ·
The kind of music I danced to: rock n roll and Country.
We’re about the same age. I feel younger though than I felt when.. I was young. The mirror πͺ though rains of my (youth) parade, that’s why I avoid πͺ πͺ πͺ like the plague. π
Nice chatting with you, makes me smile.
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anitaParticipantHi Roberta:
I’ll reply further later today but just wanted to say (only 5 minutes after you submitted your message above) that I enjoy your sense of humor, it’s unique and delightful, thank you! Have a good night.
Anita
anitaParticipantYou are very welcome, Dave and thank you for being here for as long as you have π
Indeed, your life circumstances, your thoughts, your concerns are far from the original forum post. If you would like to share future updates elsewhere, you can start a new thread with a new title and a new original forum post.
I would love to hear from you again and again, but only if it works for you!
Take care, Anita
anitaParticipantAs a child, my emotions HAD TO BE suppressed, severely hushed. Shh. hush the severe anxiety (‘is life ending, right here, right now?)
Hush… it’s okay, cut off everything that makes it feel like it’s the end of the world.
Numb, numb… This is not happening to me. This is a dream, a movie, not really happening.
What followed was..50, 60 years of dissociated, emotional deadness and an emphasis on academic-like analysis.
Until I danced, really danced (see the photo above my name)- I danced, ha- ha, facilitated by red wine. That’s me dancing.
Anita
anitaParticipantπ Confused:
“What’s done is done”- true.
“I can only move on”- yes, but first move through.
Every traumatized child suppresses emotions. It’s automatic.
Wait, you didn’t really answer my question: were you affected, at the time (as a child) by your mother’s violence, unpredictability, instability?
Do you remember how you FELT back then?
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anitaParticipantUsing computer. Copilot: “Emotional decay can look like this: You remember what happened, but you canβt remember how it felt β because the feelings slowly faded, got buried, or were never safe enough to feel in the first place. Over time, the emotional part of the memory βthins out.β
The facts stay, but the feelings go dim. Thatβs decay: a slow loss of emotional color, warmth, or connection to your own inner experience.
Why it happens in childhood trauma: A child who grows up in chaos or fear learns to shut down feelings to survive. When that happens day after day, year after year, the emotional layer of experience gets worn down. You still know the story, but the emotional truth of it is missing, muted, or unreachable.
So yes β remembering events but not remembering how they felt is one of the clearest signs of emotional decay.
This is how the mind protects a child who has no escape: by numbing, shrinking, or disconnecting from emotions that would have been too overwhelming to feel at the time. As an adult, this shows up as blankness, confusion, or the sense that memories have ‘no color.'”-
The above (including the word “confusion”, Confused) was not about you, or about me specifically- just general info.
Back to 3 posts ago: “Remember you shared only a few posts ago that someone told you… that when you talked about the violence etc., of growing up with your mother, you sounded like you were reading an article in a newspaper?… Do you π€ that indeed you werenβt affected?”
Anita
anitaParticipantJust thinking this Wed Eve:
Like I mentioned on Sun night, I’ve been looking at my past replies to members, and am.. well, bamboozled by what I see now that I did not see before:
I submitted academic-like essays to members, quoting them and analyzing their words over time, interpreting their motivations, their childhoods, coming up with solutions.. as if I was the forums analyzer in chief
As if people were case studies and I was well, I was studying people.
Not relating to people, not engaging with people emotionally, as a peer- but placing myself (without being invited to do so and without having any educational credentials to show) as The Teacher, treating members ad students who need my superior analysis and proposed solutions.
I’ll write more about it later.
Anita
anitaParticipantEdit: since we talked a few months ago ( π₯ broke either Dec or Jan.. .maybe Feb)
anitaParticipantDear Going Through Life:
Thank you, GTL. You’re so kind π
If you wonder about the emojis, what happened since we talked earlier was that Bogart the Beagle broke my π₯ (partly my fault, long story) and since them I have a limited use of the one surviving π₯ and I often use my π±
When I use my π±, like right now, emojis keep showing up and I can’t resist them, so that’s why there’s so many of them.
Yes, I remember your age. I remember sending you a happy- π π₯³ post.
I am.. I am ___ years old. I couldn’t put the number above the line. I’ll say I’m older than your age backward.
Funny π or not,it’s stra ge for me to read “You are amazing”- it’s just so different from how I thought of myself for so long.
But now, I’ll take the compliment π.
Closing this post with this genuine smile π on my face.
Anita and Bogart
anitaParticipant* Using my π±, I was talking with Copilot about Covid and came across a term called “emotional decay” which applies to what happened with Covid as well as to personal trauma:
We remember what happened ( events) but not the fear, stress etc., that we felt back then.
I want to look more into it later, but it does fit how I “forgot” how terrified I felt during events I do remember.
It may apply to you too: remembering events, but not remembering how you felt during those events.
π§ Anita
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