Renaissance Woman

 
"Isolation..." - Beck
 
As I'm sure you are all well aware, I've been phoning this shit in for awhile now. At some point along the way, I got scared, scared of sharing my raw, unfiltered thoughts on here. I mean, I put up a good fight for a time there, but eventually it all just got to be too much. I got lazy. It's tiresome sharing your life with the masses - your real life, mind you, and not the fake, pretty one that's full of cherry-picked moments. I felt a constant need to defend myself and my actions, probably because I wasn't sure of myself or my actions. How could I be when I've never had any kind of real support system?

The past few months I've entered a phase in my life of self-discovery. Maybe I'm immature and should have gone through this shit in my twenties. I guess I'm a late bloomer. Whatever. I pretty much walked around like a zombie throughout my twenties, letting everyone else make my decisions and popping out a baby every few years. Besides, someone once said that the late blooms have the richest hue... Anyway, I've had an awakening of sorts. I've been doing a lot of soul searching and have been trying to figure out why I'm so fucked up about so many things.

I hate to be all clich├ę' and blame it all on my parents, but, damn if I don't blame a lot of it on them. Maybe blame is not the right word. I don't know if there is a right word. Basically, I'm trying to understand where they went wrong in order to better myself. I get that this parenting thing is shaky at best. You do what you think is right and try not to fuck the kids up too much. I forgive them for all the ways they failed me, and I love them unconditionally. The problem is they don't forgive me, they don't love me unconditionally, and they don't admit that they have ever done anything wrong.

This awakening was brought about because, once again, my parents aren't speaking to me, and this time it's for the stupidest fucking reason. I won't get into the details to protect the perpetually innocent. The details don't really matter anyway, because there is no reason why my parents should just pretend I don't exist. I can't really describe the mind fuck that it is to be rejected by your parents. I mean, I've been through it before, countless times, but for some damn reason, it never gets easier. You'd think I'd be numb to it by now, but no. I feel extremely isolated. Like, if my own parents can't love me then who the hell can?

I have no one in my life that I can talk to that can relate to me on this topic. Jerry and my friends didn't have perfect relationships with their parents, but they didn't have this. I have a sister, so you would think I could talk to her about it, and I have. Problem is, she's got a dog in this fight. What I mean is that she understands and sympathizes with me that our parents are fucked up, but she needs them for certain things so she's got to keep them close. The reality is that she benefits from any estrangement I have with my parents.

So, without a person to really turn to, I've been turning to websites and books. Those have been real eye opening. I'm no psychiatrist, but the explanation that I relate to the most is that my parents are narcissistic. I find that really ironic, because I've had numerous commenters on this blog call me just that. Maybe I am. I feel pretty certain that my parents are, so I guess I'm genetically predisposed to it or something. The thing is, I don't do half the things that good little narcissists are suppose to do, but my parents do almost all of them.

"The narcissistic mother criticizes and hides behind a veneer of martyrdom when her child needs her support." This description had me in tears when I read it because, save for a few traits, it is a spot-on description of my mom. She's more of manipulative narcissists. In order to get me to do as she wishes, she uses negative reinforcement and other mind games.

"They lie to get out of emotional responsibility." My dad's more of a straightforward narcissists. He only cares about himself and doesn't want anything to inconvenience him. He'll lie, hurt my feelings, and do whatever else it takes to get out of something he doesn't really feel like doing. It's all about him all the time.

"There are narcissistic parents who deny their children's existence by insisting their children be and do what THEY want, and there are those who deny their children's existence by simply ignoring their children altogether." Both of my parents do both of these things interchangeably. Right now, they are doing the later. It hurts, but at least I have a name for it now. At least I know it's not me. It's them.

I've ordered a book called, "Will I Ever Be Good Enough?" I've been waiting patiently for it to arrive for a week now, but as fate would have it, it hasn't. Amazon says it was delivered days ago, but it's no where to be found. It would seem that life is saying, "Fuck you for trying to help yourself." Or maybe my mom somehow intercepted it...or maybe her prayer warriors have struck again...I don't know. What I do know is that I'm determined to unlock the mystery that is me, to forgive myself for not being the daughter my parents wished I was, to love my true self, and to be a better woman for it.

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7 comments:

  1. I have to say after reading the description of your parents, I'm surprised you still in contact with them and of course majority of population came from "dysfunctional families" than not just a lot of them learned to ignore the problem and/or move away further from confrontation. I know I'm not a specialist either but I hear you about your difficult family situation. Hugs.

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  2. This is hard. Hang in there. You are awesome. Just remember that there really truly ian't anyone in your lofe that can make you happy the way you can make yourself happy. Just do you. Go forward and cut out the cancer. There is no chemo for cancerous relationships...only tumor removal works. That is my totally naive, uneducated, advice. ♡♡♡♡♡♡

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  3. Good for you, Bonnie! You are strong and smart and beautiful and worth every bit of the hard work of self-discovery. Illegitimi non carborundum!

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  4. Not speaking to you? That's childish on their part. Have you ever considered moving away from Fried Chicken-ville and breaking out of all that? Seems to me as long as you're there, they're gonna keep acting the same way and you're gonna keep playing your part. Maybe it's time to cut a cord or two.

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  5. Just Tired of NonsenseAugust 8, 2014 at 11:01 AM

    Broke my heart reading this, as its so manipulative and hurtful on sooo many levels. Having your parents do this is even more hurtful with the mind games. I have a friend whose Mom hangs up and won't take her calls if she doesn't do something her Mom wants her to do; literally won't answer the phone or just yells at her and hangs up on her if she does. Ridiculous to treat adults like that--sheer manipulation. I tell her, well, she'll cave because of the grandkids, she doesn't drive and your sister doesn't call or is bothered, so give it a few days. My friend is a pleaser, so she caves 95% of the time. SIGH

    Keep strong and try to love them anyway, but perhaps at arms length. I know that's hard since you have children and it's their grandparents. At least you know in your heart, and its important that you've done the right thing, loved them despite their faults. That should mean a lot. And most importantly, not being the same with your kids.

    We can't change others, just ourselves, but need to make peace with what it is. Best of luck to you Bonnie as you continue on your journey.

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  6. I believe that you should stop and pray and listen to what God would have you to do in your life at this point. Sure everyone doesn't get along with their parents at some point, but they will be the ones that will be there until the end no matter what. God loves you and if you listen, he will direct you in the way of your life's path.

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  7. Put God first and He will direct you down the right path in your life.

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