Resilientbibliophile
Silver Member
Hello,
Fatigued - yes, fatigued. I'm in the longstanding habit of affording words of encouragement to an exceedingly tiny base of friends that I wish might find it within themselves to reciprocate in detail when I most need it. People likely register the depth of the depression I feel, are happy when I might frame issues and afford solace when they require it, although in sum I do believe I freak them out. Too 'hot', too frequent, too pervasive - he never seems well.
Perhaps charges made by scattered others in the past are spot-on, are true. Words to the effect that 'he cannot love', 'he doesn't know how to love', etc. It seems possible that the nearest approximation to affording others love was to serve in many a capacity, whereas the price of maintaining proximity to the crowd both large and small was not to call attention to myself, not to evidence the profound and seemingly interminable pain and disconnect I feel. In particular, I can blend an orientation of giving and selflessness called for by my work as a librarian with the ever present existence of stigma regarding my condition, my mental state. Tenative acceptance afforded on the basis of 'what modest good he can do' short of participation in balanced interpersonal relations (yes - boundary issues suggested here) is so not what I desire.
To be looked upon as deeply dysfunctional and flawed, treated well one day and yet feared and ridiculed the next for 'being crazy' or 'odd' does not equate to this writer as meeting the definition of life quality. Too quickly I'm 'placed in a box' and taped-in before I know it. People recall and judge me based upon so long a record of irratic behavior and behaviors evidenced that I cannot possibly keep track. Patterns of interrelation are reproduced again and again, whereas little wonder my habits of dissociating via the continual reading and study of various soc. sci. topics, etc. is reinforced again and again. I don't want to frighten others, I don't want to frighten myself, but on-again, off-again function renders me something of punchline. Alone I 'can be', whereas out in the world I have no place.
I'm searching for work, although it seems certain that I have no future in libraries. I simply can't handle endless free-form interaction with a public and in particular, social environments that have turned upon me. Triggers today? Well, writing a statement for an old colleague who was fired from a public library regarding the tensions afoot within what was an undoubtably trying circumstance. My draft seemed something of a mess, whereas I was confused and caught off balance for editing clearly required. I take pride in that which I write, but here I clearly fell down. Such an effort to afford perspective as to what happened in that library, a dozen extended messages surely, and yet trace concern as to my current state reflecting back even as I so need it. For the recall triggered, for the one-way effort made, I don't think I wish to maintain the friendship beyond existing commitments. It's been altogether too much to bear...
Another trigger is applying to an academic library position within a evangelical Christian college which I should not even consider. A certain masochistic pull, a certain desire for challenge - but a lingering desire for further punishment too unquestionably. I'm reading materials on masochism, I understand select aspects of the dynamic, but nevertheless seemed drawn to people and circumstances where patterns of deep misunderstanding are perpetuated and/or repeated. I'm a good person, but I cannot be an evangelical Christian or be in close proximity to those so-aligned or affiliated lest my identity be overwhelmed. So few employment listings library-related, and yet riches for those 'so-configured'.
Last paragraph - I promise! An extra three-page document was sent to me as a Pdf file attachment for me to fill out and return to the aforementioned evangelical Christian college. It almost equates to a loyalty oath, a request if you will for one's personal vision and experience of faith. It all seems so stilted, so uncompromising to the extent that the expected answers would have to be fabricated to be answered at all by this writer/applicant. Why am I doing this to myself? I'll give up on it, while at present I'm overwhelmed by recall of teen/adult services role within a deeply conservative town where I frankly didn't belong. Call this a repetition compulsion I cannot quite control even as I recognize the dynamic at work. Thanks for reading this message...
M.
Fatigued - yes, fatigued. I'm in the longstanding habit of affording words of encouragement to an exceedingly tiny base of friends that I wish might find it within themselves to reciprocate in detail when I most need it. People likely register the depth of the depression I feel, are happy when I might frame issues and afford solace when they require it, although in sum I do believe I freak them out. Too 'hot', too frequent, too pervasive - he never seems well.
Perhaps charges made by scattered others in the past are spot-on, are true. Words to the effect that 'he cannot love', 'he doesn't know how to love', etc. It seems possible that the nearest approximation to affording others love was to serve in many a capacity, whereas the price of maintaining proximity to the crowd both large and small was not to call attention to myself, not to evidence the profound and seemingly interminable pain and disconnect I feel. In particular, I can blend an orientation of giving and selflessness called for by my work as a librarian with the ever present existence of stigma regarding my condition, my mental state. Tenative acceptance afforded on the basis of 'what modest good he can do' short of participation in balanced interpersonal relations (yes - boundary issues suggested here) is so not what I desire.
To be looked upon as deeply dysfunctional and flawed, treated well one day and yet feared and ridiculed the next for 'being crazy' or 'odd' does not equate to this writer as meeting the definition of life quality. Too quickly I'm 'placed in a box' and taped-in before I know it. People recall and judge me based upon so long a record of irratic behavior and behaviors evidenced that I cannot possibly keep track. Patterns of interrelation are reproduced again and again, whereas little wonder my habits of dissociating via the continual reading and study of various soc. sci. topics, etc. is reinforced again and again. I don't want to frighten others, I don't want to frighten myself, but on-again, off-again function renders me something of punchline. Alone I 'can be', whereas out in the world I have no place.
I'm searching for work, although it seems certain that I have no future in libraries. I simply can't handle endless free-form interaction with a public and in particular, social environments that have turned upon me. Triggers today? Well, writing a statement for an old colleague who was fired from a public library regarding the tensions afoot within what was an undoubtably trying circumstance. My draft seemed something of a mess, whereas I was confused and caught off balance for editing clearly required. I take pride in that which I write, but here I clearly fell down. Such an effort to afford perspective as to what happened in that library, a dozen extended messages surely, and yet trace concern as to my current state reflecting back even as I so need it. For the recall triggered, for the one-way effort made, I don't think I wish to maintain the friendship beyond existing commitments. It's been altogether too much to bear...
Another trigger is applying to an academic library position within a evangelical Christian college which I should not even consider. A certain masochistic pull, a certain desire for challenge - but a lingering desire for further punishment too unquestionably. I'm reading materials on masochism, I understand select aspects of the dynamic, but nevertheless seemed drawn to people and circumstances where patterns of deep misunderstanding are perpetuated and/or repeated. I'm a good person, but I cannot be an evangelical Christian or be in close proximity to those so-aligned or affiliated lest my identity be overwhelmed. So few employment listings library-related, and yet riches for those 'so-configured'.
Last paragraph - I promise! An extra three-page document was sent to me as a Pdf file attachment for me to fill out and return to the aforementioned evangelical Christian college. It almost equates to a loyalty oath, a request if you will for one's personal vision and experience of faith. It all seems so stilted, so uncompromising to the extent that the expected answers would have to be fabricated to be answered at all by this writer/applicant. Why am I doing this to myself? I'll give up on it, while at present I'm overwhelmed by recall of teen/adult services role within a deeply conservative town where I frankly didn't belong. Call this a repetition compulsion I cannot quite control even as I recognize the dynamic at work. Thanks for reading this message...
M.