Okay… so what’s changed?
1 big, 74 minor, everything in between… what’s going on in your life that’s brought out the big guns in nuclear coping mechanisms?
It's a million little things. I'm aware of them, aware that the onslaught leads to me thinking this way. *Knowing* doesn't help much.
Let's see...a few things. I saw a video of myself being an associate in the church I attend. It asctually felt pretty ok when I did it (I am NOT a public speaker, but this went well), but when I saw it, I just HATED the person I saw.
Then, I attended the final organizational meeting for a gala the rescue I volunteer for is having. Someone else is doing the job I did last year, and this year I am not really doing anything until the set-up and the day/evening. I made a couple of suggestions based on some issues I saw last year, and they barely acknowledged I even spoke. That left me feeling invisible and completely removed from everything going on.
And last, I am volunteer co-editor of a newsletter, and the person that I work with completely disregards my needs in private, but then she says how wonderful I am in public. She's a consummate Pollyanna, but when we work together, she expects me to be available all the time, to put everything on hold to work on her stuff, and to be "patient" with people who don't meet our deadline. NOBODY meets our deadline, including her. For example, deadline this month was October 5th. I have one article. ONE. It doesn't feel safe to say anything, though. Oh, and she brought on a new volunteer (a guy who is as much a Pollyanna as she is), who she just adores. The issue there is that, no matter what he says, it's gold. Even the things he knows nothing about. Oh, I have a meeting with him in 5 minutes so he can tell me what I'm doing wrong.
That safety issue is an issue with church, too, I think. I am the new pagan leader there, and in that, everything goes very well. I feel comfortable with all the organizing we are doing for our relaunch, and I am excited about the service we are presenting at Samhain. But there's a lot going on in this place that is just scary, and it doesn't feel safe to speak up or disagree.
At minimum, I don't feel I should feel unsafe at church. I mean, seriously.
I've been in tears most of this week. I want to fit in somewhere, and I just don't. Gotta run for this stupid meeting.