Thank you Ms. Spock. I did appreciate her honesty, tremendously. I suppose in a strange way, because of her reaction, it in some way validated the feelings I have been having regarding all of this new information. That maybe, my reaction isn't so far from the norm after all. That maybe, I'm not completely nuts for feeling this way. It's sad that we need validation for what we feel, as though we can't trust what we feel to be real, or that it is even truly what we feel. I know that it's because we were often told when we were young that we were mistaken, or we were being told we were "enjoying" something that we very well knew we weren't enjoying. But they were the adult, they were infallible, so our perception has to be the perception that is wrong. And you know, that idea gets reinforced in our adulthood as well, because our perceptions were knocked so out of whack when we were children that we misinterpret things as an adult and when someone corrects our misperceptions, it invalidates what we feel (or think we feel) and once again, it confuses the emotions and our beliefs about those emotions.
Life was so much easier when I would just block my emotions, dissociate from them. When I didn't have to feel anything, there was never anything to misinterpret, there was never any need for validation of my feelings, because there were no feelings to validate. But, I also wasn't living. I was going through the motions and hoping for the best, but expecting the worst, and shutting down emotionally so that when the worst happened, I wouldn't hurt because of it.
There are times when I feel something and I can't identify the feeling. I don't know what it is. I don't know if it is a positive feeling, a negative feeling, a neutral feeling, because I can't put it into words to explain to someone else, I can't describe it, because I don't know what it is. One of the ways I coped as a child was by dissociating from my emotions. It was the only way I could get through everything. If I didn't feel, I didn't hurt, and I wasn't over-whelmed by it. And when I would feel, I was often told that what I was feeling was wrong, that it might have been a negative emotion, but because they said it was wrong, that I now wonder if maybe it was positive. How is a child supposed to traverse this world in conditions that we were raised in, when the way in which we were raised belied everything that was true? How can we trust anything?
I suppose it would be accurate to say that I always waited on someone else to tell me what I was feeling. "You look sad today", thinking to myself, "Oh, I must be feeling sad." Or "You really look angry right now," thinking to myself, "Wow, so that is what this energy is, what I'm feeling. I'm angry." When honestly, I might be feeling nothing at all, nothing I could identify with, but my mannerisms, my affect, would state that some inner feeling was bubbling to the surface and it must be what they were describing. But, if our perceptions were wrong? Then how can we know their perceptions are right? Maybe they are just as wrong? And if they are just as wrong, then am I feeling sad? Am I feeling angry? If they are wrong, and I'm wrong, maybe I'm ecstatic and in love? How would I ever know?
Sorry, I know I've kind of gone off on another track here, but I guess I'm trying to discover what it is I'm feeling and I have no freaking idea.