This isn't scripted well, but I recongize this attitude in myself, especially when I was younger:
Such a discussion when I was a child might go like this:
Mother: What do you want to do for your birthday?
Me: I don't know.
Mother: Do you want to have a party for your friends?
Me: You mean a party for me?
Mother: Well, yeah, with all your friends?
Me: None of my friends know each other.
Mother: Yeah, but it's a party. Everyone will have a good time.
Me: How can I have friends there who don't know each other? How will I interact with such different people?
Mother: Simon, it's a party. It will be fine.
Me: No. I don't want that.
Mother: Do you want maybe just a few friends? Your close ones?
Me: No. They won't get along and they'll get mad at me.
Mother: So no party?
Me: I guess not. I don't like parties anyway.
Mother: Okay, Simon. Whatever.
Me (becoming extremely distressed): Do I still get to have a cake?
At which point my mother would throw in the towel on trying to please me and walk away
or desperately attempt to comfort me by asking what I really want, which I would be unable to answer, leading to the throwing in the towel thing.
I had this sort of situation happened several years ago when I visited my parents on a trip home from college. My mother was asking what I wanted to eat for dinner, and I had a complete meltdown, because I felt like going out for dinner should be an option, but it wasn't an option she was presenting. I have this bizarre, desperate, extremely deep feeling that my presence is not desired, so doing something celebratory or out of the ordinary for me isn't worth it. We wound up having an insane fight about the idea of going out for dinner. Once I expressed that the reason I was becoming increasingly emotional was because I wanted her to offer going out as an option, she was amenable to that, but then I didn't want to, because it felt forced. Once she assured me that it wasn't a big deal, I didn't know where I wanted to eat, and it just turned into this insane Simon-style no-win situation where I wouldn't feel happy no matter what happened. It all felt like contrived love to me, like I was being placated, which is the last sort of attention I wanted to receive. It was all extremely weird and sticks out in my memory as a massively terrible evening.
I feel utterly insane talking about these sorts of situations, but I know they still affect me. To this day, I try not to have an opinion of what I want in a group situation so as to avoid any sense of a need or desire that isn't being met. My birthday this year was a prime example of suppressing my own desires to avoid a sense of disappointment. I love birthdays. I love other people's birthdays. I like to make people feel loved by directing an intense amount of focus on what they want and fulfilling whatever I think might make them happy for the occasion. I spend a lot of energy trying to figure out how to elongate the celebration of their birthday, how to make them feel appreciated, how to make the week or weekend of their birthday extra special.
When I do not receive unsolicited attention for my birthday, it fills me with a really deep sense of dread and self-loathing, but feeling like I have to make my own birthday special for it to be celebrated at all makes me feel even worse about the whole thing. This year, aside from all you lovely people on the forum, was a complete bust for me, and I
still feel like an unlovable piece of shit. Worse, like a little kid, I continue to feel cheated out of a day that should have been special but was not at all. When am I going to let go of my preadolescent mind set about this crap???
Anyway, moving on, I've just now read
@Chava 's response.
I suffer from issues of object permanence as well. That's what makes avoidance so easy for me. Things that are not
right here, right now just don't feel real at all to me,
especially people. My co-worker was moved to a different job site about a month or two ago (time is elusive), and I have not reached out to her a single time since I heard she was moved. I feel terribly about it, but she's just not a real person in my head anymore, even though we were quite close.
Things that
are right here, right now, though? Are my entire focus. Anything that interferes with that focus is a threat to be tossed aside and buried. New relationship? Goodbye, best friend--I'm too busy to juggle both you and my relationship, and now you no longer even exist in my worldview as a three dimensional person! :bag:
The only relationship I have that seems to fully transcend all this muck is my attachment to my beagle. Not to both of my dogs. To my beagle. She is the one being that always feels real and always feels important and indisposable in my world. Maybe she doesn't even transcend these patterns, she is just the highest priority relationship I will even attain? I don't really know what
that's about.