I am working on this myself. I am living in someone else's house and I know that my reactions are born out of the fear that I will be killed while I am here for even the tiniest of infractions. That, of course, cranks up my anxiety because I keep overthinking every goddam thing I do.I have got to reframe this and my therapist says this is really the reaction of the kid who was almo...
I keep thinking of my granddaughter. I mean, the things that she does gets her in trouble sometimes. In a house. Yikes! Of course, I am projecting, but I keep thinking this is going to cause her permanent damage. Full stop. No. That was ME as a KID. Not my granddaughter.
So much of what I am working on is 'what is real' vs 'what is projection'.
Anyway, my granddaughter, I have decided, is alright as long as someone cares enough to help her nervous system to get calmed. So she feels loved. Even if she did make a mistake. So when I see her upset, I watch and see - and her parents, my son and d-i-l make certain that she knows she is alright. That it is over. And grandma? She helps her giggle and work her whole body (like playing catch or dancing), so that she and her body knows that life is going on and that there is no need for fear or dread of doing something wrong again.
And that is what I am trying to do for myself in this house as well. I am trying to remember that even if I do something catastrophically wrong, and I am surrounded by assholes who take out their frustrations on me, belittle me, or have ideas of me that I don't agree with, that I know that I did my best. It all comes from inside, you know? That will always ever be the only constant in my life. I get that now.