sun seeker
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I don't know how to explain this so it makes sense. So far, no one in my life understands what I mean when I try to talk about this, or how big it is. I get a lot of blank looks.
I need to find some new directions for work, and it's just incredibly hard for me. I've done so many different things for work, most of it short term and informal. My skill set is extremely varied, but I don't have a whole lot of experience in most of those things. There are a bunch of problems restricting my choices: repetitive strain injury, back pain and migraines, and insomnia making it hard to commit to anything in the mornings are the physical ones, and then there are the emotional ones, some of which are just too weird to ever admit to an employer or even to an employment counselor. Fear of authority figures of all kinds makes it hard to work at anything too formal. I get so overwhelmed so easily, anything high-stress or full-time is definitely out. The hardest one for anyone to understand is the level of fear I experience in situations where I am responsible for the safety of others. I have an exponentially magnified sense of responsibility and get into a state that's really hard to describe, where I don't know how much is a reasonable safety precaution and how much is paranoia. It affects my physical health. As a stopgap measure sometimes I clean houses for people. You wouldn't think that would be a highly stressful job, but for me it is. If I wrote out the fearful thoughts I can go through in just a few hours about the potential hazards involved and what I feel I need to do to make sure my clients are safe, no one would believe it. It would read like an absurd comedy. Yet to me it is very real. The possibility of hurting someone by my negligence triggers blind terror for me. I'm not even sure why exactly. I did have a fleeting memory of why it might be, and there are persistent body memories that go with it, but I can't quite bring myself to believe any of it. Anyway, the fear is very real and makes things most people would think are simple and straightforward very complicated and stressful. I can make up for that fear to some degree by working with nice people who in and of themselves don't stress me too much. But responsibility coupled with an unsympathetic boss? Bad combination. I quit one job because I was starting to feel like I would get an ulcer.
Then there is the extreme fear of approaching people to sell my services. Low self esteem, I guess. I can do a little of it under pressure, but it takes more out of me than anyone ever knows.
So anyway, I have this great chance I posted about a couple of days ago. There is an employment program I'm signed up for that starts in April, which is all about finding new directions and getting advice about how to put them into practice. The thing is, I strongly feel I need to work on coming up with some ideas before I get to that point, because otherwise I'll either go there and sit blankly having no idea how to make a decision, or else let the coordinator push me into something that isn't right for me. I'm sure they'll have exercises for helping people figure it out, but I'm a hard case. This kind of thing isn't new to me. I've read books and participated in groups for discovering what you want to do with your life, and found I have issues that go far beyond the scope of any of them.
Besides what I've already said, I just don't know how to figure out what I want to do, or could stand to do even. Because I don't know who I am. I've reinvented myself so darn many times to fit in, to please others, to try to understand myself. I don't know what is real about me. If I'm with back-to-the-land hippie types, I can be that. Intellectuals? I can use polysyllabic words and discuss classic works with the best of them. New Age types? Bring on the crystals and Tarot cards. I've lived in very different cultures, and fit in, all the while being ashamed of any reminder of who I really was.
When people ask me what I want to do, I want to wail, "I HAVE NO FRIGGIN' CLUE!" I don't even know how to know. My therapist asked me last week what I would want to do if money were not an issue. Twenty years ago I might have been able to answer that question. But my survival fear has reached a level where I can't even put myself in that theoretical position. Then she asked me what I am passionate about. Well, passion left my life and didn't leave a forwarding address, a very long time ago. There are things I mildly enjoy, yes. That's as far as it goes. A friend thinks I should work with people because I am so compassionate. Well yes... but all anyone sees are the little bits of quality time I am able to give. They don't see the work it takes to be upbeat when I'm feeling anything but, or the way my stomach is tying itself in knots with the fear of accidentally harming someone. I used to be good with kids, but they deserve someone with energy and I don't have that. I am good at cooking for crowds, but have repetitive strain injuries so can't do that for many hours at a stretch. I am good at editing, but that is almost always freelance and looking for clients would just about kill me. And so on, and so forth. I have no idea how to choose, or even to explain why it's so hard to choose. I feel like I'm complaining and should just get over this, but if I knew how, I would have.
Am I making any sense at all? Or am I being as confusing as I feel?
I need to find some new directions for work, and it's just incredibly hard for me. I've done so many different things for work, most of it short term and informal. My skill set is extremely varied, but I don't have a whole lot of experience in most of those things. There are a bunch of problems restricting my choices: repetitive strain injury, back pain and migraines, and insomnia making it hard to commit to anything in the mornings are the physical ones, and then there are the emotional ones, some of which are just too weird to ever admit to an employer or even to an employment counselor. Fear of authority figures of all kinds makes it hard to work at anything too formal. I get so overwhelmed so easily, anything high-stress or full-time is definitely out. The hardest one for anyone to understand is the level of fear I experience in situations where I am responsible for the safety of others. I have an exponentially magnified sense of responsibility and get into a state that's really hard to describe, where I don't know how much is a reasonable safety precaution and how much is paranoia. It affects my physical health. As a stopgap measure sometimes I clean houses for people. You wouldn't think that would be a highly stressful job, but for me it is. If I wrote out the fearful thoughts I can go through in just a few hours about the potential hazards involved and what I feel I need to do to make sure my clients are safe, no one would believe it. It would read like an absurd comedy. Yet to me it is very real. The possibility of hurting someone by my negligence triggers blind terror for me. I'm not even sure why exactly. I did have a fleeting memory of why it might be, and there are persistent body memories that go with it, but I can't quite bring myself to believe any of it. Anyway, the fear is very real and makes things most people would think are simple and straightforward very complicated and stressful. I can make up for that fear to some degree by working with nice people who in and of themselves don't stress me too much. But responsibility coupled with an unsympathetic boss? Bad combination. I quit one job because I was starting to feel like I would get an ulcer.
Then there is the extreme fear of approaching people to sell my services. Low self esteem, I guess. I can do a little of it under pressure, but it takes more out of me than anyone ever knows.
So anyway, I have this great chance I posted about a couple of days ago. There is an employment program I'm signed up for that starts in April, which is all about finding new directions and getting advice about how to put them into practice. The thing is, I strongly feel I need to work on coming up with some ideas before I get to that point, because otherwise I'll either go there and sit blankly having no idea how to make a decision, or else let the coordinator push me into something that isn't right for me. I'm sure they'll have exercises for helping people figure it out, but I'm a hard case. This kind of thing isn't new to me. I've read books and participated in groups for discovering what you want to do with your life, and found I have issues that go far beyond the scope of any of them.
Besides what I've already said, I just don't know how to figure out what I want to do, or could stand to do even. Because I don't know who I am. I've reinvented myself so darn many times to fit in, to please others, to try to understand myself. I don't know what is real about me. If I'm with back-to-the-land hippie types, I can be that. Intellectuals? I can use polysyllabic words and discuss classic works with the best of them. New Age types? Bring on the crystals and Tarot cards. I've lived in very different cultures, and fit in, all the while being ashamed of any reminder of who I really was.
When people ask me what I want to do, I want to wail, "I HAVE NO FRIGGIN' CLUE!" I don't even know how to know. My therapist asked me last week what I would want to do if money were not an issue. Twenty years ago I might have been able to answer that question. But my survival fear has reached a level where I can't even put myself in that theoretical position. Then she asked me what I am passionate about. Well, passion left my life and didn't leave a forwarding address, a very long time ago. There are things I mildly enjoy, yes. That's as far as it goes. A friend thinks I should work with people because I am so compassionate. Well yes... but all anyone sees are the little bits of quality time I am able to give. They don't see the work it takes to be upbeat when I'm feeling anything but, or the way my stomach is tying itself in knots with the fear of accidentally harming someone. I used to be good with kids, but they deserve someone with energy and I don't have that. I am good at cooking for crowds, but have repetitive strain injuries so can't do that for many hours at a stretch. I am good at editing, but that is almost always freelance and looking for clients would just about kill me. And so on, and so forth. I have no idea how to choose, or even to explain why it's so hard to choose. I feel like I'm complaining and should just get over this, but if I knew how, I would have.
Am I making any sense at all? Or am I being as confusing as I feel?
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