Muttly
Diamond Member
Today in therapy I was talking about my family. It started with me commenting about how my family always had derogatory things to say about others, including my friends. Like these two little girls who lived across the street. They'd make all kinds of mocking comments about how stupid one was and make fat jokes about the other. It had come to mind because I'd been thinking about one of them.
That had evolved into a conversation about how verbally abusive they could be to me or each other, especially my mom. And it's probably one of the earliest ways I broke from the family mold. I didn't want to be that way. I thought the... cruelty they directed towards each other was awful and hated the way they'd judge others.
So, we were winding up the session and my therapist pops out with being nice is a choice. I told her I thought sometimes it was hard wired in. I guess I was thinking that I was just hard wired to be nice and that's why I had been different from the rest of them. And my therapist, thought for a moment and said, "No, I think it's a choice. Something for you to think about."
And I am thinking about it. Harumph. And I still don't know if I agree with her. I know I chose not to fight like they did. I remember that. My mom, dad, and brother were yelling. It was sitting there listening, and it all seemed so stupid. If they'd actually listened to each other instead of yelling, blaming, raging and stomping around, they would have realized they were basically saying the same thing. I promised myself I would never be like that and I've kept that promise. But the nice thing (which honestly, I get kind of embarrassed about and feel unmanly) isn't something I remember choosing. Or is there a difference between choosing to be nice and acting nice? So, thoughts?
That had evolved into a conversation about how verbally abusive they could be to me or each other, especially my mom. And it's probably one of the earliest ways I broke from the family mold. I didn't want to be that way. I thought the... cruelty they directed towards each other was awful and hated the way they'd judge others.
So, we were winding up the session and my therapist pops out with being nice is a choice. I told her I thought sometimes it was hard wired in. I guess I was thinking that I was just hard wired to be nice and that's why I had been different from the rest of them. And my therapist, thought for a moment and said, "No, I think it's a choice. Something for you to think about."
And I am thinking about it. Harumph. And I still don't know if I agree with her. I know I chose not to fight like they did. I remember that. My mom, dad, and brother were yelling. It was sitting there listening, and it all seemed so stupid. If they'd actually listened to each other instead of yelling, blaming, raging and stomping around, they would have realized they were basically saying the same thing. I promised myself I would never be like that and I've kept that promise. But the nice thing (which honestly, I get kind of embarrassed about and feel unmanly) isn't something I remember choosing. Or is there a difference between choosing to be nice and acting nice? So, thoughts?