Justmehere
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By forgiveness, I do not mean reconciliation. Those are two different things, and only sometimes do they occur together. I do not mean forgetting and setting myself up for hurt again. I also do not mean forgiveness in the sense of anything that benefits the other person. I mean not continuing to torture myself with frustration and hurt. Being able to let go.
I'm also not referring to abusers or perpetrators of trauma. I'm also not really talking about those folks who are really safe humans, that fail from time to time, but they are the ones that prove to be reliable and trustworthy over time or those who have a struggle and are working on it. I'm referring about the folks in the middle of the sociopathic perp and the reasonably safe. The ones that may not commit acts of trauma on others, but are also not really safe. The gossips, the dumpers, the jerks, the fools, the boundary-pushers, the judgey mcjudgersons, etc.
I struggle to identify who is in that camp quickly. It's a work in progress. I'm getting better at it. I have a history of getting spooked with super safe friends and running away fast and far. I think lately I have been erroring on hanging on to the toxic fools too long to try and not bolt so fast.
But the reality is that from time to time, these types of people will always cross my path. Be it co-workers or personal relationships I haven't sorted out yet, once I realize someone is not a safe person, not a perp, but generally kind of a jerk/fool/toxic person, I am struggling right now with LETTING GO of the stupid shit they do.
In the context of trauma, I'm not caught up right now on what the perps did... but the idiots who stayed silent to the abuse. It's not the stalker that I'm upset about right now popping back up into my life, I'm spoked, but I took the steps needed and I'm carrying on with life. I'm not irked at him. I'm irked at the people who doubt I have reason to be afraid and rudely spread gossip and rumors about the matter. I'm annoyed with the friend that I thought might be safe... and risked telling something personal, only to find out.... opps. They are not safe and didn't keep the info private like they said, and they said some cruel things about it a few weeks later. (Glad I only risked a little to see how she would handle it.)
I have boundaries, and I can and do and have limited/cut off interaction or limited the closeness of the relationship (like co-workers).... but their stupid nonsense has gotten under my skin a lot more than usual. Even when I don't even have to deal with it anymore, it pops back up into my head and I want to shake it off. I want to forgive them not in a way that I would tell them, but simply stop torturing myself. Let it go.
Anyone else struggle with this?
I'm also not referring to abusers or perpetrators of trauma. I'm also not really talking about those folks who are really safe humans, that fail from time to time, but they are the ones that prove to be reliable and trustworthy over time or those who have a struggle and are working on it. I'm referring about the folks in the middle of the sociopathic perp and the reasonably safe. The ones that may not commit acts of trauma on others, but are also not really safe. The gossips, the dumpers, the jerks, the fools, the boundary-pushers, the judgey mcjudgersons, etc.
I struggle to identify who is in that camp quickly. It's a work in progress. I'm getting better at it. I have a history of getting spooked with super safe friends and running away fast and far. I think lately I have been erroring on hanging on to the toxic fools too long to try and not bolt so fast.
But the reality is that from time to time, these types of people will always cross my path. Be it co-workers or personal relationships I haven't sorted out yet, once I realize someone is not a safe person, not a perp, but generally kind of a jerk/fool/toxic person, I am struggling right now with LETTING GO of the stupid shit they do.
In the context of trauma, I'm not caught up right now on what the perps did... but the idiots who stayed silent to the abuse. It's not the stalker that I'm upset about right now popping back up into my life, I'm spoked, but I took the steps needed and I'm carrying on with life. I'm not irked at him. I'm irked at the people who doubt I have reason to be afraid and rudely spread gossip and rumors about the matter. I'm annoyed with the friend that I thought might be safe... and risked telling something personal, only to find out.... opps. They are not safe and didn't keep the info private like they said, and they said some cruel things about it a few weeks later. (Glad I only risked a little to see how she would handle it.)
I have boundaries, and I can and do and have limited/cut off interaction or limited the closeness of the relationship (like co-workers).... but their stupid nonsense has gotten under my skin a lot more than usual. Even when I don't even have to deal with it anymore, it pops back up into my head and I want to shake it off. I want to forgive them not in a way that I would tell them, but simply stop torturing myself. Let it go.
Anyone else struggle with this?