Tuesday, January 20, 2015

My Own Worst Enemy?, Part Deux

by Laura

A friend on a forum used the word "frustration" to describe what I seem to be feeling.  "Frustration is a good word," I responded.  And on another forum, someone asked if there were safe situations where the others could possibly come out. I said that maybe there are, but it feels like we have to always be on guard around other people.

So Allegra's saying that we could start by letting these insiders come out when we're alone. Where am I supposed to go while they're around? I have no interest in being around them, and I can't easily go inside. I'm so conditioned to believing that I have to be out that I just can't disappear.

Catch-22. My feelings are my feelings, and I don't want to feel like these feelings are being invalidated. I'm not saying that anyone in particular is doing this, but I'm tired of being the one that has to give in, that has to change. It's somebody else's turn.
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Elsewhere still, somebody said that I seemed to want to project a strong frontal image for our system. I don't want to, but I feel that I need to. I have a strong "radar" for what's going on around me, much to my chagrin. I get others' emotions leaking onto me, and I feel overburdened by the collective sense of danger and the cumulative trauma history of our system.

Even if I wasn't the one who experienced a specific trauma or felt a particular feeling, I seem to have it all dumped into my lap. Have you ever seen the episode of "I Love Lucy" where she and Ethel go to work in a chocolate factory? They can't handle the pace of it. And the supervisor comes in and calls out, "Speeeeeeeeeed it up!" :-/

Are you feeling oppressed by the others in your system?

Not oppressed by them. Oppressed by the burden of (co)fronting for nearly 18 years. Our bigs should be fronting; that's why they're bigs. But most of them aren't as strong as Allegra and I are. It's a vicious cycle. We front because they supposedly can't, and they never learn to front because we're doing it for them.

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