I have that thought too. My actual phrasing of it is to say, "I have done things that I believe are objectively awful, horrible. I don't know (yet) how to separate the things from who I actually am - and so, I end up believing that I'm horrible too."
Believing I'm horrible leads to hating myself leads to feeling shitty, leads to shoving my feelings about it into a box and slamming the lid. Taking the lid off is messy, no matter what.
Not knowing how to separate the things I've done...or that have been done to me...from who I am...that's a huge part of it, right? Hm. The things I do...come from who I am inside. The things done to me...affected who I became. Where's the separation?
I think my approach has ended up being more...look the ugliness straight on as much as I can...until the emotional charge around that fact about myself dissipates. Then I can deal with the thing in a more neutral, clear-headed way. It's still there for the time being, but it doesn't ignite the storms inside that it used to (other things have taken that baton, lol, but maybe I'm starting to run out of things to beat myself up about).
Well, that's still alot - but it's a little less than before. That little less isn't going to really change my mood right now. I don't expect it to. I'm just chipping away at the stone, bit by bit by bit.
Putting numbers to it sounds like a good approach. More quantifiable that way. I think what I've been doing is more about "proving myself wrong."
So I start with a statement like, that I'm an awful person...that nothing about me justifies my existence. But for the sake of honesty, I have to admit for example...my kids wouldn't exist if I didn't exist, and that's worth an awful lot right there. Then I argue with myself. Well they exist now...but they'd be better off with someone else raising them. But...I do contribute this and this and that...and even if I don't do it perfectly...there's a stability for them in having it come from their biological mother rather than a substitute after a great deal of turmoil. And on it goes.
I end up identifying the counterpoints to my argument about how worthless I am. And without a definitive answer, the optimist in me must move toward making the best of the way things are, which means growing in the right direction even if I'll only make it a few baby steps in the time that it seems like everyone else climbs a mountain. There are
other mountains I'm climbing that
they won't conquer, so I guess it all works out somehow.
How about if, instead of "most people" we went with "some people"? And, maybe, we could consider that there are LOTS of ways to make other people feel good.
Yeah but see, this is where it starts feeling like self deception to me. If it were only "some people", then it seems like I would be able to identify some exceptions to the first part...that there
would be
some people who
do seek me out and want to spend time with me.
And then this gets into a "filter" my T pointed out the other day...I believe that anyone who approaches me relationally is just wanting something
from me, not simply wanting to be
with me. And I think that comes from the fact that this is how I view
other people, too. Being with people is so much "work" for me, to figure out what they want and what they expect and how to act, that I often only seek people out when I want something from them or when I feel like they're wanting something from me. It's task orientation. I'm finding I don't really know anything else in the context of relationship.
Like, a couple of weeks ago at equine therapy...the horses had moved to a different part of the pasture away from us, and the equine T suggested we go check on them, just to "make sure they're happy." I couldn't process that at all--it didn't make sense. If they weren't happy, they'd move to a different spot or do something else about it. Obviously they're happy enough, and why would our getting close to them help things? They didn't really seem to care if we were close or far, and I had already tried to interact with them in some "meaningful" way and failed because I couldn't think of anything meaningful to
do, so why bother them?
And that gets to the second sentence in your quote...about making people feel good. I grew up in a deeply enmeshed, codependent family. I've been held responsible for the emotions of people around me for as long as I can remember. I'm tired of trying to make people feel good. Even currently...this year...my mom has threatened to fire me from my job with the family business because I didn't make her feel
good enough...I wasn't sufficiently managing her emotions for her.
And, you probably wouldn't really WANT just anybody and everybody being attracted to you, would you? Maybe you would...
You're absolutely right, though it took me a very long time to figure that out. I
don't want just anyone being attracted to me. I thought I was
supposed to want anyone and everyone to want to be with me...you know, so I could fix their problems for them (family belief system and all)...but I'm finding that's just really not what I
actually want.
It's tough for me to get it all straight in my head. There are family members who seek me out (usually way more than I want to be pursued by them), and of course there's my DH and kids. But that filter really is firmly in place. I feel like if I'm not
giving them something they really need from me, then I have no right to be in the relationship. I don't know what it means to pursue contact simply for the sake of connection. Connection isn't there for me...it's just the task being accomplished.
You may have been dealing with the wrong people, depending on what you mean by "bad".
Yeah, I'm figuring that out, too. I've been deeply steeped in my family's belief system and dysfunctional patterns, thinking we had "figured it all out" and that it was our duty to reach out to people and help fix them. But that means you have to maintain a nearly spotless facade, which my family does very well.
To admit fault in anything puts a bullseye on your back, and to let yourself continue to be less than perfect once you've identified your problem is like begging to be targeted with all the negative energy in the family, like a lightning rod. I know that sounds exaggerated, but it's crazy the things I've been blamed for the past couple of years...things that sometimes I wasn't even
present...it was just the fact that my mom could
imagine that I would have handled a situation poorly that she overreacted to what she thought I
would have said had I been there.
Which reminds me...(talking to myself, lol): I need to stop blaming her for my own inner critic. What's in my head is not her fault.