Assertive communication and the desired outcome

Last week, in group, we learned about assertiveness (the positive space between passive and aggressive) and the cost of communicating without it.  It didn’t look exactly like this, but the general gist is the same:

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It was an excellent learning and something I absolutely intend to integrate into my life and relationships.  What we didn’t talk about, however, is how you switch to assertive, when you have gone too far down the passive and passive-aggressive avenue with someone.  I’ve talked about a recent situation in which I had been very passive (and in retrospect possibly a little passive aggressive like the ecard below) here and yesterday I finally decided to stand up for myself.  

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I thought my intent was to be assertive, but the truth is, I was not really looking for a resolution.  I didn’t express my feelings about the behavior with the desire to understand and resolve what caused it.  I had already decided that the relationship could not be salvaged and wanted this person to accept responsibility.  Unsurprisingly, well, surprising at first, but not so much now that I have had some time to reflect on it and mourn the outcome, she turned around and handed the blame right back to me.  She responded that she figured I had decided to stop being her friend when I didn’t honor her with the same conversation [about her] that I had with her partner, which I interpreted to mean that all of her behavior towards me had been caused by my earlier conversation.

I immediately launched into the scale of grief/loss emotions (denial, anger, bargaining, depression), not in that order, it was more like overarching feeling of depression and hopelessness with fluctuating degrees of denial, anger, and rationalizing, mixed with shame (old shame and new shame), frustration and feelings of betrayal.  I went from feeling like it was all my fault, to feeling like this was a perfect example of why I made the right decision (to end the relationship).  I wanted to explain what I said and why (that I had been concerned about her health).  I wanted to tell her I had intended to have the conversation with her, but she never gave me the chance (because of the way she had been treating me).  I wanted to tell her what her partner had contributed to the conversation (to tell on her, the way she told on me) and I didn’t even know what exactly had been said.

But the more I thought about it, and the more it ruined what should have been a lovely day with my husband, the more I realized it wasn’t about the details of this particular situation; the relationship had been over LONG before that conversation.  I had long resisted acknowledging the fact that we’ve both changed.  I recognize now that we were both just trying to be the person we had become and we both begrudged each other those changes.   I realize now that changing is OK.  Not just OK, it’s NECESSARY!  And just like letting go of beliefs and behaviors that no longer serve you, sometimes you have to let go of friendships that are no longer compatible with your new self, no matter how meaningful or deep they were at one time.

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I’m sorry we couldn’t accept that we both needed to change and that we had to be hurtful towards each other in order to get the separation we needed.  I will always cherish the friendship we had and the things I learned from her.  I sincerely wish her well.  Lastly, and maybe most importantly, I forgive myself for not knowing how to handle this kind of situation before it got out of hand.  I thankful for this learning opportunity.

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Be the change

I vaguely remember a discussion in what must have been an English Literature or Comp class, about physically abused kids and their options growing up.  Most of us assumed that when abused children grow up, they become the opposite of what they endured; that they would never treat someone the way they were treated.  But the truth is, in many cases, this is all they know.  Maybe they convinced themselves (as part of their survival) that it is normal, or they deserved it.  If this is all they ever knew, and they never dealt with it/got help, how could they possibly behave differently?

I’m not an expert on the subject, but I realized something this week: I have become my own abuser.  All the messages from my youth, actual and perceived, became part of my truth and I have been repeating them to myself, no, hurling them at myself ever since.  You are not good enough.  You are lazy.  You are worthless.  You are stupid.  You are fat.  You are unlovable.  You are the problem.  You are… you are… you are… I have accepted these messages as fact, and have refused to hear or believe anything else.  More than just accept, I have defended these *truths* with a conviction that is almost comical.  Instead of trusting or believing these smart, kind, intuitive people who have complimented me, I *insisted* that they wouldn’t have said these things if they really knew me (the way my parents knew me before I knew myself and the way I came to know myself from what they taught me).  I became more proud of my ability to hide the truth; to hide the fact that the real me is utterly unlovable.

What’s interesting is that I continued to believe these lies and distortions long after suspecting that maybe their source could not be trusted.  But instead of walking away from the lies and getting to the truth, I continued to hold on (for dear life) to the belief that, someone outside of myself could define me and I was somehow not worthy of better treatment.  That I didn’t deserve to take up this space.  That I didn’t deserve to be happy.  To LIVE.  And so, I succumbed to circular reasoning and continued the cycle of neglect.

circular reasoning works

The seeds my parents planted, as tiny or exaggerated in my mind as they may have been, grew into huge, blossoming trees, with deep, strong roots.  You admire these big strong trees and use them for protection and shade, until you notice that the roots are breaking up the pavement and pushing into the foundation of your little house of cards, threatening to bring the whole thing crashing down.  (It has created such a mess, that I am mixing metaphors.  HAHA)

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Knowing and accepting that the tree grew from a seed of lies is the first step.  Learning what to do with the tree now that it is there, is next.  I can’t just cut down the tree, because it serves a purpose, but I can plant a new tree from a seed of truth and kindness, self care and respect, faith and courage and as it grows, I can slowly start cutting away at the old branches of abuse and neglect, fear and uncertainty.  It will take time and it will be hard, but it will be worth it.

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Unrequested Forgiveness

There is a bottomless number of quotes to the effect that holding a grudge, holding on to anger, not forgiving, harms you more than it harms the other person.  For example this one:

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Or this one:

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And I believe them!  I have endlessly agonized, played the angry, hurt, disappointed broken tape in my head a million times over, wondering what I did to deserve a certain treatment, while the offenders went on, blissfully living their lives.  Totally unaffected by the hurt they caused me.  Continuing to hurt me with their callous attitude towards my feelings.  Clearly, my anger and frustration is not affecting them in the least and I am just hurting myself by not letting it go.

Why then, do I find it SO DIFFICULT to forgive and move on?  Does forgiving strip me of the right to avenge myself against those who have wronged me?  Does letting go of the fire and fight for justice mean I deserved the treatment I received?  Doesn’t it mean I am giving away the right to stand up for myself?

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And what about the future.  If a person can’t acknowledge the pain they have caused, are they not destined to harm again?  Is it not our duty to protect the future from people who are unaware of the destruction they cause?  Or worse, are aware and do it anyway?  What about justice?  How can you forgive someone who has not even admitted to doing something that might require forgiveness?  Why should forgiveness be given to someone who has not even asked for it?  Will this undeserved gift not just float, unclaimed, around the universe?

Isn’t forgiveness the same as accepting defeat?  Is anger a war you can’t win?  So you just walk away?  You let things go because they are heavy?  You give up because something is hard?  You quit?!?

things are heavy

I don’t have the answer to this one.  I want to be able to forgive, but I simply don’t know how.  If anybody is out there, I would love to hear how you handle unrequested forgiveness and why it feels so much like a gift I can’t afford to give.

UPDATE: Click here to see how I feel about this a year later.

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Time to let go

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About a dozen years ago one of my brothers sent me a birthday card that said “Forget about the past, because you can’t change it. Forget about the future, because you can’t predict it. Forget about the present, because I didn’t get you one.” As much as it was intended to be a joke (except for the part about the present, he really didn’t get me one), it is actually pretty epic advice and took me more than a decade to appreciate.

My recovery journey started about a year ago. Well… that’s not totally true. In retrospect, I guess it actually started about 2 years ago, when a friend told me about her own struggle with food and gave me some books on the subject, but I wasn’t ready to hear it yet and didn’t read the books until much later. Anyway, about a year ago my life felt like it was totally out of control. Aside from pressures at home and work, one of my brothers nearly died in an accident and the way my parents handled–or more specifically didn’t handle–the situation, brought up a lot of old hurt and anger for me.

I had abused food throughout most of my life, but in the past I had always been able to reign it in after the pain and frustration had sufficiently been numbed and packed away. In the past, before I had any awareness of the connection to past and present feelings and what I was actually doing through the food and other behaviors, I was always able to get back to a point of steadiness and “self control”/suppression. But not this time. Something had snapped and I just couldn’t let it go anymore.

I. Just. Couldn’t.

So, I sought out a therapist and started poking the bear… errr… getting to the bottom of my anger. More on this subject later. For now the purpose of this story is that I told my story. For the first time, really. Then we moved 3+ months ago, I found a new therapist and I told my story again. And then I started looking into an intensive out patient program for eating disorders and I told my story AGAIN. And every time I told the story again, I felt like it had less of a hold on me. The tears didn’t come as quickly or as often. The anger didn’t take over, to the point that I couldn’t remember the words that had just passed through my lips. For the first time in my life, I was showing up and caring for myself.

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For the first time in my life, I have found my voice and acknowledged my past, without believing it will control my future. As much as I still want to be angry, defensive, vengeful, I am realizing that I have learned too much to go down that path any longer. I still have a long way to go before being able to *forgive* my parents, but I no longer blame them for who they are and how they treated us. I am starting to understand that they were doing the best they knew how and were too wrapped up in their own issues (without getting help) to realize how it was affecting their children.

Even more importantly than that, I am no longer willing to take responsibility for their treatment of me. There was nothing wrong with ME. My whole life, I have been correcting a course that was never off to begin with. I realize that I have been reacting to the past as if I could protect myself from things that have already happened, and by living in that past, trying to change it, I have been letting it control me. If you let the past control you, you will ALWAYS be a victim, because the past cannot be changed. You can only control how you act in the present moment and move forward.

This goes for everything in life. You can’t change what has happened in the past. You didn’t get the job you wanted. You had a bad break up. You lost a loved one. You can be sad, and you hold a place in your heart to mourn and honor the memories and lessons from your past, but as long as you keep LIVING IN the sadness and the loss, you will never be able to move forward and find new happiness. It is not fair to your current life, with everything and everyone in it, to keep living and reliving a moment that no longer exists and can no longer be changed.

Until you let go of the pain and the anger of the past and start living in the present with a hope/dream for the future, you will never be in control of YOUR JOY and YOUR DESTINY. Once you realize that your old habits and reactions are no longer serving you, you can let them go and begin to shine bright.

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Support System, Party of One

Every good recovery needs a strong support structure, right?  But what does “support” really mean and where does it really come from?

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I’ve always been overly accommodating.  I’m a total “people pleaser.”  I overcompensate, because I’ve never felt like I was good enough, was worthy of love (my own included), unless I “earned” it.  Not to get off subject too much, but even in the process of starting treatment for my eating disorder, which is inevitably related to my feelings of not-enoughness, I’m feeling like I don’t deserve the help, am not enough, am not sick enough, haven’t paid my dues, am not as bad off as many others, not to mention spending the time and money on myself, instead of my work and/or marriage.

what others think of you

I have cared about people, their opinions, and the love I thought they would give me so deeply, that I have given up my own needs to please them.  I have been one continuous yes to others, because I have been afraid of the consequences of saying no.    Thinking about it now, I felt they owed me love/friendship/devotion back, because I had done and was willing to do so much, ANYTHING, for them, but if a friendship breaks up over “no,” was it true to begin with?

Don't say no to yourself

Unfortunately, the external yeses have been internal noes, lots and lots of noes.  All my life, I have been giving away the power over my feelings, putting EVERYBODY’s needs before my own, believing EVERYBODY’s happiness was more important than my own, hoping they would reciprocate in kind; hoping they would devote themselves to me, love me back, pick me first, the way I did them.

But let’s face it: you can’t gain worth through approval from others, if you are not true to your own needs in the process.  You will never feel like you have worth, if you allow others to define yours.  You won’t gain happiness by sacrificing your happiness for someone else’s.  You can’t.  It simply is not possible.  If you are thirsty and you give all of your water to a friend, you will still be thirsty.

This post was not intended to be rhetorical.  I realized this week that I have been supporting a friend, without honoring my own needs in the process.  I allowed her to take advantage of me and the situation, because I was not willing to give up the support I expected/needed/wanted/thought I earned back from her and I have blamed her for my subsequent unhappiness at not receiving said support.

I think I am starting to learn that devotion doesn’t have to mean self sacrifice.  I don’t have to love myself less in order to love others more.  In fact, I’m starting to believe the more I love myself, the more my love for others can grow.  Especially when there is not an underlying expectation that I am owed a return on my investment of love, which leads to resentment when that investment doesn’t pay out.  I need to learn that a friend who truly loves and wishes the best for me, will not begrudge me putting myself first.

So, my advice to myself is, support your self.  Honor your needs before/during/after you support others.  You may lose what you thought was support from what you thought was a friend, but if you gain your own self worth and approval in the process, it will be well worth it.

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First, Love YourSELF

When you live with an eating disorder (also if you are morbidly obese for any other reason), a doctor will inevitably tell you at one time or another that you MUST change, or you WILL die.  For some people that might be a real wake up call.  A delivery system for inspiration.  Determination. Whatever else people think will cure this little social malady from which fat people *suffer*.

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But when one of your outcomes is number 2 above, and you live wishing you were dead, what kind of incentive is the threat of death?  Chances are, if you thought you could change, you would still be in the hope/diet/fail/repeat cycle and wouldn’t be wishing for death in the first place.

Now don’t get me wrong!  I do not want to kill myself, nor do I have plans, active or otherwise, to end my life.  But contrary to all the things I fear (failing, being judged/hated/merely disliked, being left behind, losing my job, and a hundred things more), which drive me to act a certain way or do certain things, I would consider quick/unexpected death from heart or pulmonary failure (or a stray bullet while walking through the ghetto, or an airplane falling on my head for that matter), a sweet gift of mercy from heaven itself, not an incentive to change my thoughts about myself.

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How do you make yourself want to breathe, so you can consequently make yourself want to succeed, you ask?  I’m starting to understand that you need to love yourself.  Before anything else.  FIRST, you have to love your own self.   You have to love yourself in the same way you love someone else.  Your child.  Your spouse.  A parent maybe.  A friend.

 

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How is it that we can love others so deeply and want nothing but the best for them and believe they have so much to live for, but we can’t even give ourselves this same, very basic courtesy?  Would we still love these people, if we knew them as deeply as we know ourselves?  Would we love and care for them as much or more, if we knew they were deeply flawed?

So my new first directive to myself is “Learn how to F.L.Y.” (First Love Yourself) and let the rest fall into place.

 

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Waiting for the Magic

All my life I have been waiting.  Waiting for the right time, when there would be no temptation to engage in harmful behaviors. Waiting for the therapy to start.  Waiting for the right support system. Waiting for the meds to kick in.  Waiting for the tests to prove that none of this is my fault; that I was born this way; that I am not responsible for causing it and therefore can’t be responsible for fixing it.  But the truth is this:  There is no magic.

Regardless of the circumstances that brought you to this point, nobody else can be responsible for your life, your feelings, your decisions.  And there it is again.  “Your.”  We’re talking about me here and I can’t even be accountable to myself long enough to say these are MY feelings, MY decisions, that there is no external magic that will suddenly fix all of MY harmful behavior.

*I* need to take control of *MY* life.  *I* need to decide that my life matters, that I have worth, that I am enough.  And before anything and anybody else, *I* have to love *MYSELF*.

And then I have to say this:

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Day One, Groundhog Style

Today is the eleventy bajillionth “first day” of my journey.  I’ve taken this first step so many times, I don’t even think I can put a real number on it.

Today.  Right now.  The key to EVERYTHING is staying here, being here, in this moment.    Right in this moment, I can be confident, I can choose recovery.  But it all falls apart when I let go of this moment and start thinking about the next moment, tomorrow, next week.

I don’t know if it’s the fear of failure, or the lack of confidence and faith in myself, or if I simply don’t love myself enough to make me and my recovery a priority… actually scratch that.  I DO know. It’s the last one.  What I don’t know is how I can convince myself that I matter.  When this moment of peace and clarity passes and I fall back into my routines and habits and think that every. single. thing. matters more than I do.

It’s a vicious cycle.  I can’t beat this eating disorder, if I don’t believe in myself, but I don’t know how to believe in myself, if I can’t even beat this eating disorder.

What I do know is that I have to do it.  I can’t just try.  It’s like Yoda says: “Do or do not.  There is no try.”  So in this moment, I’m choosing recovery.  I know I will stumble and I know there will be relapses and I know I am going to have to KEEP choosing recovery in every. single. moment.  And some day I’ll have the strength to say this out loud, without hiding behind an anonymous blog and maybe there will be a village to help me get through it.

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