I never know where to put my posts. I think it fits here.
Compassion- sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others.
Sympathy- (1) feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else's misfortune.
(2) understanding between people; common feeling.
I really, really don't like it when other people have compassion (definition (1)) for me. Sometimes I am able to separate myself from my trauma story and understand that it is deserving of that first definition of compassion. Sometimes I AM the trauma, and I absolutely do not like anyone to have any pity on me at all. I am an adult. I make my own horrible decisions. I do not need to be 'rescued'.
At the same time, I do feel that I am good at compassion (2) when it comes to others. I like to think that I can feel their emotions. I like to try to help other people cope. But I always, absolutely, every time take it to a toxic place.
So I was in therapy today. The therapist told me, "I know you may not believe I know you well enough to say this, but I believe you have worth".
I told them, "I don't want to". I explained that I do suicidal things without knowing I'm suicidal. That the action has to happen first so that I can recognize what I'm feeling. And how that really sucks, because then other people are always at an elevated risk of pain, because they assigned worth to a person who they don't really know. (Hell, I don't really know myself.) And I can't even be angry with them, because they are good people. I get angry, instead, with myself. I'm angry that I'm sick. I'm angry that I'm broken. I try not to bleed onto others. (Lord knows I am horrible at that, I bleed on everyone, constantly and all the time).
I'm just doing my best out here. I don't want someone else to make it about them. I don't want people to feel anything negative or heavy or sorrowful because of me. I do not want to be a part of the darker forces of this world.
So the therapist said, 'Maybe they don't feel sorry for you. Maybe they just have compassion (2) for you.
I don't know how to process that. I think that I can feel other's emotions. I hate it when they 'feel' mine. I think that if they do, a piece of my dark nature is now in them, parasitic, sucking up everything good and wholesome in them, because they were stupid or trusting or caring enough to try to get close to me. I have people who are now trauma-bonded to me (Not the trauma bond you form when you bond with an abuser, the one you form when you sit and share your trauma story with someone else, and they share their trauma story with you.
I am not good at boundaries. My talent is walls. I like to build strong, impenetrable walls. I do not want to be an emotional parasite. I do not want anyone's compassion(2).
But now I have these trauma-bonds built on compassion(2). I don't like it. Not at all. And they tell me that they care about me, that they are concerned with how my day is going, how therapy went, how I feel. I don't even respond. I don't know what to say. It's going to take a lot for me to talk to them again. I don't know if I can.
I absolutely hate it. I think they're stupid, naive, child-like to care about me in any form. Some parts of our story that are eerily similar. (I really relate to the phrase 'terminally unique', so it's odd to me that people have had similar experiences). I want to quit talking to them. I want that very, very much. I like to tell them all the ways that I am not a very good person. (I want to warn them! Protect them from their own stupid hearts). I want to fix any negative emotion that they could feel for me, before they feel it. Because I cannot trust myself. Because I hurt people without meaning to. Because I am not trustworthy. (Omigoodness I hate it when someone trusts me! I feel I betray that trust, a million different ways, a million different times. It's awful. I feel like I am the very worst type of person to know).
So... How do I process this? How do I get a grip on it? When I can purely focus on the other person, I can function around them. But now I have way too many people of my gender in my life who do this to me, who share a similar experience, who care about what I'm experiencing.
I met these people because I am in AA. Before AA I was heavily agoraphobic. I wanted to quit eating so that I might just die, and I hoped it would look like an accident to the people that are dumb enough to care. I kind of see it differently now, because one these people I'm talking about f*cking cried about it, (because I'm trying to be honest, and I explained what I was doing). They saw it as a sad way to die. I kind of thought it would be seen as a stupid way to die. Like I'm too dumb to feed myself. Because of this whole desire to be honest (a BIG part of AA) I've told like three people what it is I was doing. I wish I hadn't. I wasn't trying to make them feel sorry. I thought that they would see that I'm kind'a dumb. I thought that it would help them to disconnect a little emotionally from me. I have never been good at predicting the emotional experience of another.
Mother f*ckER I wish people would understand that I'm toxic. That if they want healthy, happy lives they have to cut ties with the toxic people in them.
I want to go to the psych unit at the local hospital. Not to get help. To isolate. I want to quit leaving my house, again. I don't want to talk to anyone anymore. I think I did too much, too fast. I am having a very, very hard time with the compassionate people that I know. I do not want to know them anymore. I do not want to help them anymore. (and I know that I do help, because they say so, because they like to let me know all about it).
Helping people is the only thing in my life that makes me feel like I have value, worth, meaning. And I do not want to have those things anymore. I am very angry that the people I know have decided that it was OK to assign those things to me. Who the f*ck are they to put any definition on me at all? How the hell did I misrepresent myself so badly, when I was just really trying to let people see who I really am?
I do not want to obviously 'cash my chips in' because I do not want anyone to think that they could have prevented it. And now I feel like I'm stuck. I feel like I totally backed myself into a corner. I do not know if I'll have the strength or courage to interact with anyone tomorrow. If anyone tries to show me compassion, I don't know how I'll take it.
I'm really struggling with this. Any perspective, thoughts, advice through this would help. Is this an alien thing? Do other people have this? Am I as unique as I've always thought, after all?
Damnit. There was a lot of comfort in feeling like I was the only one who had the extreme traumas that I have lived through. I really found it comforting to believe that no one else knew how 'low' and 'hallow' and 'numb' all felt. I miss that, a little bit. It's weird, because it was so relieving, at first, to know I wasn't alone. Now that I'm not, now that I have a support system made up of people who actually have the same scars that I do, it makes me want to be physically sick. I just ate, and I'm very nauseous. I've wanted intimate friendships for so long that I never once considered that it would be hard to handle intimacy. I never considered that at all.
It's a feeling that I can't identify, but is probably a common feeling that others would know right away. It's like injustice a little bit. I have never been good at identifying my own feelings. It would really help if someone had a word for what this feeling is. Lol, or maybe it wouldn't. Because I do miss the comfort of being alien to my fellow human beings.
Compassion- sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others.
Sympathy- (1) feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else's misfortune.
(2) understanding between people; common feeling.
I really, really don't like it when other people have compassion (definition (1)) for me. Sometimes I am able to separate myself from my trauma story and understand that it is deserving of that first definition of compassion. Sometimes I AM the trauma, and I absolutely do not like anyone to have any pity on me at all. I am an adult. I make my own horrible decisions. I do not need to be 'rescued'.
At the same time, I do feel that I am good at compassion (2) when it comes to others. I like to think that I can feel their emotions. I like to try to help other people cope. But I always, absolutely, every time take it to a toxic place.
So I was in therapy today. The therapist told me, "I know you may not believe I know you well enough to say this, but I believe you have worth".
I told them, "I don't want to". I explained that I do suicidal things without knowing I'm suicidal. That the action has to happen first so that I can recognize what I'm feeling. And how that really sucks, because then other people are always at an elevated risk of pain, because they assigned worth to a person who they don't really know. (Hell, I don't really know myself.) And I can't even be angry with them, because they are good people. I get angry, instead, with myself. I'm angry that I'm sick. I'm angry that I'm broken. I try not to bleed onto others. (Lord knows I am horrible at that, I bleed on everyone, constantly and all the time).
I'm just doing my best out here. I don't want someone else to make it about them. I don't want people to feel anything negative or heavy or sorrowful because of me. I do not want to be a part of the darker forces of this world.
So the therapist said, 'Maybe they don't feel sorry for you. Maybe they just have compassion (2) for you.
I don't know how to process that. I think that I can feel other's emotions. I hate it when they 'feel' mine. I think that if they do, a piece of my dark nature is now in them, parasitic, sucking up everything good and wholesome in them, because they were stupid or trusting or caring enough to try to get close to me. I have people who are now trauma-bonded to me (Not the trauma bond you form when you bond with an abuser, the one you form when you sit and share your trauma story with someone else, and they share their trauma story with you.
I am not good at boundaries. My talent is walls. I like to build strong, impenetrable walls. I do not want to be an emotional parasite. I do not want anyone's compassion(2).
But now I have these trauma-bonds built on compassion(2). I don't like it. Not at all. And they tell me that they care about me, that they are concerned with how my day is going, how therapy went, how I feel. I don't even respond. I don't know what to say. It's going to take a lot for me to talk to them again. I don't know if I can.
I absolutely hate it. I think they're stupid, naive, child-like to care about me in any form. Some parts of our story that are eerily similar. (I really relate to the phrase 'terminally unique', so it's odd to me that people have had similar experiences). I want to quit talking to them. I want that very, very much. I like to tell them all the ways that I am not a very good person. (I want to warn them! Protect them from their own stupid hearts). I want to fix any negative emotion that they could feel for me, before they feel it. Because I cannot trust myself. Because I hurt people without meaning to. Because I am not trustworthy. (Omigoodness I hate it when someone trusts me! I feel I betray that trust, a million different ways, a million different times. It's awful. I feel like I am the very worst type of person to know).
So... How do I process this? How do I get a grip on it? When I can purely focus on the other person, I can function around them. But now I have way too many people of my gender in my life who do this to me, who share a similar experience, who care about what I'm experiencing.
I met these people because I am in AA. Before AA I was heavily agoraphobic. I wanted to quit eating so that I might just die, and I hoped it would look like an accident to the people that are dumb enough to care. I kind of see it differently now, because one these people I'm talking about f*cking cried about it, (because I'm trying to be honest, and I explained what I was doing). They saw it as a sad way to die. I kind of thought it would be seen as a stupid way to die. Like I'm too dumb to feed myself. Because of this whole desire to be honest (a BIG part of AA) I've told like three people what it is I was doing. I wish I hadn't. I wasn't trying to make them feel sorry. I thought that they would see that I'm kind'a dumb. I thought that it would help them to disconnect a little emotionally from me. I have never been good at predicting the emotional experience of another.
Mother f*ckER I wish people would understand that I'm toxic. That if they want healthy, happy lives they have to cut ties with the toxic people in them.
I want to go to the psych unit at the local hospital. Not to get help. To isolate. I want to quit leaving my house, again. I don't want to talk to anyone anymore. I think I did too much, too fast. I am having a very, very hard time with the compassionate people that I know. I do not want to know them anymore. I do not want to help them anymore. (and I know that I do help, because they say so, because they like to let me know all about it).
Helping people is the only thing in my life that makes me feel like I have value, worth, meaning. And I do not want to have those things anymore. I am very angry that the people I know have decided that it was OK to assign those things to me. Who the f*ck are they to put any definition on me at all? How the hell did I misrepresent myself so badly, when I was just really trying to let people see who I really am?
I do not want to obviously 'cash my chips in' because I do not want anyone to think that they could have prevented it. And now I feel like I'm stuck. I feel like I totally backed myself into a corner. I do not know if I'll have the strength or courage to interact with anyone tomorrow. If anyone tries to show me compassion, I don't know how I'll take it.
I'm really struggling with this. Any perspective, thoughts, advice through this would help. Is this an alien thing? Do other people have this? Am I as unique as I've always thought, after all?
Damnit. There was a lot of comfort in feeling like I was the only one who had the extreme traumas that I have lived through. I really found it comforting to believe that no one else knew how 'low' and 'hallow' and 'numb' all felt. I miss that, a little bit. It's weird, because it was so relieving, at first, to know I wasn't alone. Now that I'm not, now that I have a support system made up of people who actually have the same scars that I do, it makes me want to be physically sick. I just ate, and I'm very nauseous. I've wanted intimate friendships for so long that I never once considered that it would be hard to handle intimacy. I never considered that at all.
It's a feeling that I can't identify, but is probably a common feeling that others would know right away. It's like injustice a little bit. I have never been good at identifying my own feelings. It would really help if someone had a word for what this feeling is. Lol, or maybe it wouldn't. Because I do miss the comfort of being alien to my fellow human beings.