fbpx
Menu

Vesper

Forum Replies Created

Viewing 15 posts - 16 through 30 (of 48 total)
  • Author
    Posts
  • in reply to: My father asked for another chance and I said no #105079
    Vesper
    Participant

    clau,

    This story takes my breath away. I can’t even imagine how terrible this must have been for you and your sister to endure. I’m so sorry you had to go through this. Please don’t question yourself for one more minute. You did the right thing. He must go and you must not doubt yourself. You must not feel sorry for him. Anita is right when she says he’ll just go back to terrifying everyone if you allow him to stay. You need him gone so you and your sister can heal in peace. And I don’t just mean gone from the house – he needs to be gone from your life – at least for the foreseeable future.
    I’m sending you a giant e-hug. Please be strong just a little longer.

    in reply to: From a parent's point of view #105077
    Vesper
    Participant

    tri808,

    I think you’re right in saying it is amazing how little is required to become a parent when compared to other disciplines we have to master, and get licensed for, in order to participate. I think parenting is seen as an “instinct” but we aren’t like the animals. If all we had to do was feed them and teach them some basic survival skills we’d probably all be somewhat qualified, but today’s world demands so much more. I guess I have to day, if you’re tired, and you’re doubting yourself, then you’re probably doing okay. To me this says you’re putting in an effort and showing concern and you care whether or not you get it right. This is a lot more consideration than some parents give to the matter. No one can possibly know what they’re getting into when they have kids. You’re always hopeful they will be healthy, smart and mild tempered, but many people don’t get that lucky. You have to adapt as you go. You do the best you can. You said it yourself. Hang in there and be gentle with yourself. 🙂

    in reply to: A friendship puzzle I'd appreciate help understanding #105073
    Vesper
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Your insight is quite amazing to me. It’s funny that I always think I’m maintaining a solid, confident veneer, yet the real me still shows through in ways that a perceptive person like yourself cannot help but see. I admire you for having this skill. It’s as mystical as a superpower to me. ☺

    I think I understand what you’re getting at and it’s been a long time since I even thought about it, but on reflection there may be something in my past that could be a factor. My father was a strict disciplinarian. He could be loving, but mostly he seemed stern. I can remember as a little girl running out to greet him when he came home from work and carrying his lunchbox into the house. We seemed like a happy average family, my father, mother, brother and myself, but I joke about him now when I tell people, “I believed my father could kill me and get away with it.” He was just a larger-than-life (6’4”) bully of a person, and I was afraid of him.

    To be clear, my father never beat me. He spanked us as children, but I only remember it being when we’d genuinely been “bad” – not because he was out of control. It was very ritualistic, if you could call it that. You know, he put us over his lap and smacked us with a belt, then sent us to our room. Once when I was seventeen I mouthed off to him and he slapped me across the face. That is the only time I can remember him giving me any “knee-jerk” discipline.

    However, he LOVED to yell, and when he did he shook the windows in the house. It seemed like he was always angry about something. I can remember sometimes hearing him whistle when he was in a good mood and how buoyant it would make me feel because dad wasn’t in a bad mood for a change!

    When I was 15 my father suffered a massive heart attack while at work one day. The damage to his heart was so extensive that he barely survived. He lived another 8 years after that, and those were the really dark years. He was permanently disabled, so his only entertainment in life was to sit and scrutinize us. I have to admit my brother got the brunt of my father’s boredom and displeasure. I can remember crying out of pity for him because he couldn’t seem to do anything right and he desperately wanted to please my dad, just once.

    I was dating age by this time and my dad scared anyone who dared to stop by for a visit. LOL He was thoughtless with his words. He often criticized me in ways that took my breath away. He said worse things to my brother. My mother rarely intervened on our behalf I’m not sure if this was out of a sense of self-preservation or a desire to show a united front with my father, but there were times I begged her to do something to stop my dad from picking on my brother.

    Here’s the strange thing: After all of this, I still wanted to believe my father was good deep down, and it was only his circumstances that made him mean. I was shrewd enough to see he was grossly unhappy, in ill health, unable to provide for his family, bored, and his own upbringing in poverty and ignorance probably gave him ZERO skills as a parent. I tried hard to repair our relationship and be the best daughter I could be.

    I met my future husband and got engaged while my father was still alive. My father actually liked my husband and when we announced our engagement my dad was genuinely happy. I had a few months where I saw my relationship with him turning a corner finally. He seemed less disappointed with me and began treating me like an adult. We had conversations that didn’t involve me being in trouble for doing something stupid, or him yelling.

    And then he died. He suffered another heart attack while we were all at work, and died alone. My father died a week before my brother’s wedding. We had his funeral and the following weekend my brother got married. The weekend after that I had to put my dog to sleep. We went from being a family of four (five with the dog) to just two in a matter of two weeks. And I think in my grief I conveniently forgot so many of the bad times and chose only to remember the good.

    It’s been 26 years since his death and I mostly only remember him fondly. Your questions to me here made me think about the bad times for the first time in years and, in truth, I feel bad even typing it out – as if saying it aloud (or putting it in writing) makes it real and I don’t want to believe it. So what say you to that? 😉

    in reply to: A friendship puzzle I'd appreciate help understanding #105048
    Vesper
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    Good morning and I understand your last post completely. I too was getting bleary-eyed when I wrote that and hope I wasn’t rambling. I’m woke at 3am wondering if perhaps I shouldn’t have put some much detail in my post. I don’t really expect that anyone who knows me or Vegas Girl would be on here, but if they were they would certainly know who we are. Do you think I should edit it or leave it? Sorry to be such a worry wart. Even though this person made me sad, I feel it’s one thing to air my own laundry, but perhaps not so cool to air hers without her permission. By the way, she was being very nice to me again this morning. :-/

    • This reply was modified 7 years, 11 months ago by Vesper.
    in reply to: A friendship puzzle I'd appreciate help understanding #105005
    Vesper
    Participant

    Dear Anita, patient Anita, 🙂

    Thank you for your reply and your insight. I wonder how it is that at 50 I can still be as naive and completely unable to read people. I always want to believe the best of people. Even when I find indisputable evidence to the contrary, as I did this weekend, I find myself second-guessing what I’ve seen. I always ask myself if perhaps I’ve misunderstood or am being too quick to judge. And especially after a day like today, wherein she seemed perfectly nice to me once more, I’m left wondering if I overreacted.
    Every now and then I get lucky and I open up to someone who doesn’t betray my trust; my husband and maybe three close friends, but more often I find myself disappointed, or worse, left with hurt feelings. I would think that kindness would attract more kindness in others, but instead I find kindness is too often confused with weakness and I end up getting burned.
    That’s just a personal observation. I probably wouldn’t change even if I could. I’m just shocked that I can still BE shocked at this point.
    More tomorrow. Have a great night and thanks again for your reply! Big hugs to you!!! 🙂

    in reply to: A friendship puzzle I'd appreciate help understanding #104973
    Vesper
    Participant

    Dear Anita,

    I’m so happy to receive a reply from you. I knew you’d have a brilliant idea and you’ve hit the nail about as close to the head as I think you could have. Let me say two things briefly and then I have to go take the dog for a quick walk, but I’ll be back later:

    First, this person, Vegas Friend, is adopted. She was given up for adoption as a baby and while I thought she had a great childhood, she admitted to me this weekend that her adoptive mother is quite mean. I read it as more “abrasive” than “abusive.” She seems to have a good relationship with her adoptive father. She did seek out and meet her birth mother and told me the reunion didn’t go well, but they do keep in touch now and then. So, that probably is a giant clue to support your theory. Let me know what you think of that.

    On another note, I have still been lurking around this site, but wasn’t really sure some of the contributions I had to make were helpful. If that smacks of self-pity I don’t mean for it to, only that I often relate to people by comparing with my own experiences. While this does allow me to be genuinely empathetic because I can totally feel what they are feeling, it may not enable me to give them the best advice as to what to do in THEIR particular situation, so I thought perhaps I wasn’t the best person to chime in. However, I’ve have wanted to reach out to you and when I sat contemplating this crazy weekend, you were the first person I thought of. 🙂

    Thank you so much for your reply. I will be back later. I’m glad we are in touch at last. 🙂

    in reply to: Partner's conversational style #102950
    Vesper
    Participant

    Mallory,

    Here’s what I would try: Lay your hand gently on his arm, or take his hand. If he doesn’t look at you and make eye contact, give him a very gentle squeeze or caress. When you have his attention, smile and with as much love as you can say something like, “I’m sorry, but this topic is a little overwhelming for me right now. Would you mind if we discussed something else?” or maybe, “I’m afraid I haven’t had quite enough coffee yet to absorb what you’re saying. Can we please table this until later?” Especially now that you’ve already discussed this topic with him, I’m sure he’ll respect your request and by shifting the focus of your request from “You’re too verbose” to “I’m just not feeling up to it” he hopefully won’t take it personally.
    Hugs to you. 🙂

    in reply to: Sr. Buddhist Wannabe (Living Alone…Really Alone) #102484
    Vesper
    Participant

    zcancerfree,

    Hello from sunny Southern California. Like Anita and Inky, I am not a Buddhist, nor am I one of the more prolific contributors on this site, but as you were open to responses, I thought I’d introduce myself and say welcome and happy Friday! I hope you will join in the conversations here. I look forward to your contributions and wisdom. 🙂

    in reply to: Feeling Worthless and depressed #102460
    Vesper
    Participant

    khushboo-a,

    First of all – you matter! Never doubt this. We’re not all meant to be famous or dynamic or beautiful or rich, but we all have value. Every person on this earth has a purpose, and probably every person has also questioned their purpose.

    On my wall in my office I have a copy of the Desiderata and I find myself reading it at times like these. One of my favorite lines is: “Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars, and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

    Another is: “If you compare yourself to others, you will become vain and bitter. There will always be greater and lesser persons than yourself.” That one in particular comes in handy when I’m feeling really useless. I remember no matter how low I get, there is always someone lower who might need me, and the better use of my time (rather than thinking about ME) is to reach down and pull someone else up, make someone else’s day, help someone else find a smile. It is amazing how much more valuable you feel when you brighten a person’s day, even a random stranger.

    Hugs to you. Please don’t give up. It’s Friday and the sun is shining. Smile. 🙂

    in reply to: Fear of losing parents #101947
    Vesper
    Participant

    humour,

    Another coping mechanism I’ve learned to rely on is to take things in small bites. When you look at losing your parents, you see the entire “process” at once, from illness, to awareness that the end is near, to death, final arrangements, grieving, coping, trying to move on. It is daunting and scary, but try to remember it won’t happen all at once. You will move through the process one stage at a time and you have to trust that on the other end of that tunnel is peace and normalcy once more (a new normal, true).

    Sometimes when faced with a long journey, if you look too far off into the distance you convince yourself you can’t make it. Instead, look down at your feet and move along one step at a time, dealing with only what is happening in that moment, on that day. It may be that in the end (your parents’ end) they may be ready to move on, and you may have had enough time to say your goodbyes that you are ready to let them go, or to let their suffering end. We always think “I can’t do this” but if you must, you will find a way – your own way. My hope for you is that you won’t need to for many years yet. 🙂

    *Anita – Thank you. One day soon I will begin a thread of my own and we can chat more. I look forward to that day. Happy Friday! 🙂

    in reply to: Fear of losing parents #101893
    Vesper
    Participant

    humour,

    If it’s just a general concern, then I’m not sure I’m the best person to offer advice on dealing with obsessive thoughts and fears – I too suffer from this condition. I have a feeling you’re going to get much more helpful advice from Anita, but I did want to comment on your response – and thank you for responding.

    I realize, as do you, as do we all, that eventually your parents are going to die. We all do. The reason I asked the questions I did was to ascertain how real your fears are.

    From my own experience, I sometimes find myself playing a fear over and over in my head, and I’m so consumed with worry about HOW I’ll deal with it I don’t stop to logically look at whether or not it is unfounded or based in some reality.

    I used to have a terrible fear of what would happen if I drove off the road into a lake with both of my kids in the back seat. How would I get them both unbuckled from their car seats and escape the car before we all drowned? I would have dreams along those lines. I would wake in distress and the dream would stay with me for days.

    When I told my husband, he asked, “So, how many lakes do you drive past in an average day?” His question stopped me cold. NONE. So why on earth was this fear so all-consuming when it was ridiculously implausible? I came to realize it represented something else, maybe feeling overwhelmed or not in control of my life. Who knows, but as soon as I applied a little logic, it was a lot easier to push it away when it surfaced.

    That is to say, I was more easily able to banish the obsessive thoughts from my head. That didn’t change the fact I was still completely overwhelmed and as a result, that issue just ended up resurfacing in some other form later.

    If your fear of losing your parents is just that, genuine fear of being without them, then it is not such an unfounded fear. It will eventually happen and there isn’t much you can do about it except to live every day between now and then. None of us can know what tomorrow will bring. I lost my father when I was 23 and he was 59. It was sudden and came much sooner in life than I ever expected it would. If I’d had time to worry about it in advance, I don’t know if it would have changed anything. There was nothing I could have done to stop it. It was his time.

    So, I guess I’d begin by looking hard at the reason behind your fears, applying a couple logic “litmus tests” and see if you can determine what is driving them to reoccur for you. That may help you find the key to master them. Hugs to you. ☺

    in reply to: Fear of losing parents #101761
    Vesper
    Participant

    humour,

    Are these fears founded in any legitimate concerns? Are your parents gravely ill or in danger in some way? Are these just general concerns that come with watching your parents age and knowing the inevitable will eventually come to pass?

    in reply to: Dealing With Parents Who Don't Understand? #101721
    Vesper
    Participant

    Trevor,

    You asked, “Do adults stop having their happiness tied to their relationships to others at some point?”

    I’m going to take a guess here: If your parents seem annoyed and angry when you appear to be feeling down, it’s fear, not anger. Good parents (and it sounds like yours are good) worry about their children WAY more than the children ever realize. If they could take away your pain and loneliness they would, but the fact that they can’t probably makes them feel powerless and impotent. When you were a baby and you hurt, they could fix it. Now you’re a man and they can’t do anything but suggest ways to feel better. It’s a terribly helpless feeling for a parent, because to them you’re still their little boy. You always will be.

    So the answer to your question is no. It sounds to me like your parents’ happiness is still very much tied to you and yours.

    Try putting yourself in their shoes for a few minutes, understand their fear and helplessness, and then reconsider their advice from the standpoint that they might be the only two people in your entire life that genuinely want something JUST because it’s good for you – without any self interest. When you let down your defenses, assure them that you are open to their help, and keep the lines of communication open with them, I believe you’ll see an improvement. I hope you will. Smile. Hugs. 🙂

    in reply to: My life is so empty.. no real friends no real love. #101716
    Vesper
    Participant

    Andrew Luc,

    It has been many years since I left high school, but I can remember the way I felt in the years following. I would describe it as a bit like what (I imagine) it feels like to be fired out of the airlock of a spaceship into the void. Everything and everyone I’d known for the prior 12 years scattered and I spun for a while, not sure what to grab on to, missing everything familiar to me. All my old friends were off on their own adventures. Some of them I never saw again, others were too busy to keep in touch with regularity. The new friends I tried to make in college lacked the familiarity of those with whom I’d shared childhood experiences and similar backgrounds.

    It turned out to be the first of many times my life was transformed by drastic change. The only advice I can give is to tell yourself, while it does suck at the moment, it won’t always feel this way. You will slowly begin to feel the next stage of your life coming together, and while it will never be the same as your old life, it will be great again. You will be happy again. You won’t even miss the old life quite so much. Keep breathing and smiling, and as Anoniem suggested above, become your own best friend. No matter who comes and goes from your life, you will always have you. Sometimes that has to be enough. Hugs. 🙂

    • This reply was modified 8 years ago by Vesper.
    in reply to: Friendship #101323
    Vesper
    Participant

    BTW, that last sentence was written from the standpoint of how HE might view the situation, if indeed resentment is his motivation. That was not a judgement on your actions. 🙂

Viewing 15 posts - 16 through 30 (of 48 total)