I also want to talk about perfectionism. My perfectionism is eating me alive and hurting my family. My son wants me to play and I'm too busy cleaning. My perfectionism says if there is only one night that relationship is feasible then it has to be everything for both of us, and those expectations create pressure that causes problems.
Here is a quote from the author of my complex PTSD workbook:
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Furthermore, shame is often hidden underneath perfectionism. As a child, you may have internalized the belief that you had to act perfect because your parents couldn’t handle your authentic feelings. Or perhaps you believed acting “good” would stop the bad things from happening. In either situation, you may have had to hide your true feelings to avoid rocking the boat. Perfectionism is maintained by critical self-talk that attempts to push down painful feelings. When the inner critic berates you for being lazy, stupid, or useless, you are again confronted with shame.
Ah the many faces of shame that I wear.
I wasn't ever going to have children because I felt too defective. I didn't want to put my issues on a tiny human. I think I've actually done an incredible job at containing my bullish to protect my son but he's also easy right now.
I have shame for not being the stereotypical bubbly cheerful woman that society expects me to be.
I have shame about being human and having limits and needing to take breaks and rest.
I have shame at choosing a partner that is bad for me.
I have shame at allowing my issues to perpetrate cruelty against my partner.
I have shame at getting so upset when there are last minute changes, deviations, or when I get information that is impactful without enough time to emotionally adjust to it before I would need to act on it.
I have shame in social settings with my friends. I'm afraid to participate in our conversations at times.
It was really hard to invite them to a birthday dinner for myself because what if nobody wants to go. What if I'm valued very little by them just like my husband's actions make me feel like I'm not valued.
Apparently when you are married to someone with ADHD it is common to feel unimportant, invisible, neglected and devalued. Like you're not good enough. And I came into the relationship already feeling that. I'm not good enough and I don't deserve to be happy. I don't deserve to live. And he just confirms that feeling on a daily basis. I'm not good enough and I'm also "too much."
But I'm not too much. I just have a backlog of needs that didn't get met. I try to do too much at once but I'm not too much just because my partner copes by trying to avoid feeling emotions. I'm reminding him of what he tries to suppress in himself. I'm open about my attachment needs and he tries to pretend he doesn't have any. I am not too much, but his mother taught him he was too much so he is just acting out what he knows.
I want to get to a place where I can feel good enough even when my husband doesn't care if I even exist. I hate how he feels comfortable just being in the same room. As usual, if i cater to his needs there is not as much fighting but where do I get a space for my emotional needs to be met if I have to cater to him.
My perfectionism makes me obsessive. I wish I could just relax and enjoy my life.