scent of cedar
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Well, it's been the strangest summer.
I wanted to report in about how it felt to go through the incredible ups and downs of the past month using the tools we'd all been discussing this Spring. USED CONSCIOUSLY, THE TECHNIQUES WORK. I used "consciously" because there was a time when I needed to feel badly. I needed to punish myself because I believed what had happened was a result of some failure on my part.
Had I tried the techniques then, they would not have worked.
So, this is how it went.
NON-JUDGMENT
This is pretty key. Taking a judgment position doesn't change what a thing is. What the thing seems to be changes over time and depending on perspective. We were able to see that concept pretty clearly through Recovering's post on judgment. ("Maybe yes, maybe no.") There were times, as we went through this crazy, up and down and up again summer, that husband or I would catch the other guy's eye, roll our eyes and mouth, "maybe yes, maybe no." It was a perfect tool for us, because it stopped the defining of a thing as bad (or good) before we could really get started defining reality and acting on the judgment position we had taken. Used consciously, this position kept us from the worst of the cascading negative emotions. (Or, positive emotions, with the attending crash when everything turned bad.)
"Maybe yes, maybe no."
Control does turn out to be a huge issue, in the judgment thing. Really tough. We learned (I think we have learned) to take our best shot and set it free. Outcomes matter less than that we have done the right things IN OUR OWN EYES. I remember someone here, years ago, saying something similar. She described it as "letting that pony run."
BELIEVING FOR THE BEST / CHOOSING TO BELIEVE THERE IS SOME REASON FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS, WHETHER WE CAN SEE IT OR NOT
Most especially, to believe for the best WORKS. When I had nothing to believe in, no hope that anything was going to change, that the summer would end with difficult child beat to death or disabled, it gave me a thin kind of comfort to believe it was all out of my hands. I found I could choose to believe in happiness, in good and beautiful things, while mourning for, and worrying about, difficult child. There were the craziest, most unpredictable ups and downs, this summer. In every case, I had that permission I had given myself to believe for the best to return to, to touch base with. Believing that way helped me let go enough to remember "Maybe yes, maybe no." As I learned to make no value judgment relative to whatever was happening, I found myself less emotionally embroiled in the outcome. It became possible to walk through what felt like the most disgusting failure and still feel worthy enough to truly take joy in the sunrise ~ which I made sure to consciously do.
Part of not judging, of not assigning values, positive or negative, to events, is that we stopped judging ourselves harshly for having failed, with and for, this adult child.
JOEL OSTEEN MATERIALS
As many of you know, I have been working with the Joel Osteen materials. THEY HELP. Through them, I was able to envision what a positive life would look and feel like. Over time, I came to believe I was meant to be happy, too. This material made all the difference in the world for me. Listening to him, reading his books and tapes, is like seeing the best, most conscientious therapist ~ someone who wants you strong, and can show you how to get there.
REPEAT TO MYSELF THE BLESSINGS I DO HAVE, AND TO TRY TO BEHAVE AS THOUGH I AM HAPPY, SUCCESSFUL, GENEROUS, STRONG
My grandchildren were safe. (Though that was soon to change, for one of them.) It is too easy to push the things that have been dealt with into the background. When we do that, all our mental energies are taken to deal with one bad thing, one failure, after another. It begins to feel hopeless. Reminding ourselves of the one or two things that have been dealt with successfully provides a budding place of strength, a place for us to stand up and get a different perspective.`
Really, I think remembering and feeling gratitude for the one or two things that are right and good changes our internal perceptions of self. Whatever is going on with the difficult child, we begin to identify with the good. Such beliefs are a so-important counterpoint to the rage, depression, and hopelessness of a too-close involvement with a practicing adult difficult child.
For other family members, I began to do what I could. From those simple, almost effortless actions, I began to feel like a responsible, functioning person, again.
From doing something good.
I think I began to reclaim myself, there.
These were real, healthy actions to take, when everything not in our control was so chaotic and sickly. Doing a good thing became a little piece of higher ground. I could view myself and my family from a different, stronger, more decent perspective.
That was so important.
difficult child came not to identify family. She was no longer the key story. Though tragic, her story no longer defined us. We were those people who survived losing someone we loved, not those powerless people whose lives were messy and mistaken and shame filled. An important distinction.
Cedar
I wanted to report in about how it felt to go through the incredible ups and downs of the past month using the tools we'd all been discussing this Spring. USED CONSCIOUSLY, THE TECHNIQUES WORK. I used "consciously" because there was a time when I needed to feel badly. I needed to punish myself because I believed what had happened was a result of some failure on my part.
Had I tried the techniques then, they would not have worked.
So, this is how it went.
NON-JUDGMENT
This is pretty key. Taking a judgment position doesn't change what a thing is. What the thing seems to be changes over time and depending on perspective. We were able to see that concept pretty clearly through Recovering's post on judgment. ("Maybe yes, maybe no.") There were times, as we went through this crazy, up and down and up again summer, that husband or I would catch the other guy's eye, roll our eyes and mouth, "maybe yes, maybe no." It was a perfect tool for us, because it stopped the defining of a thing as bad (or good) before we could really get started defining reality and acting on the judgment position we had taken. Used consciously, this position kept us from the worst of the cascading negative emotions. (Or, positive emotions, with the attending crash when everything turned bad.)
"Maybe yes, maybe no."
Control does turn out to be a huge issue, in the judgment thing. Really tough. We learned (I think we have learned) to take our best shot and set it free. Outcomes matter less than that we have done the right things IN OUR OWN EYES. I remember someone here, years ago, saying something similar. She described it as "letting that pony run."
BELIEVING FOR THE BEST / CHOOSING TO BELIEVE THERE IS SOME REASON FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS, WHETHER WE CAN SEE IT OR NOT
Most especially, to believe for the best WORKS. When I had nothing to believe in, no hope that anything was going to change, that the summer would end with difficult child beat to death or disabled, it gave me a thin kind of comfort to believe it was all out of my hands. I found I could choose to believe in happiness, in good and beautiful things, while mourning for, and worrying about, difficult child. There were the craziest, most unpredictable ups and downs, this summer. In every case, I had that permission I had given myself to believe for the best to return to, to touch base with. Believing that way helped me let go enough to remember "Maybe yes, maybe no." As I learned to make no value judgment relative to whatever was happening, I found myself less emotionally embroiled in the outcome. It became possible to walk through what felt like the most disgusting failure and still feel worthy enough to truly take joy in the sunrise ~ which I made sure to consciously do.
Part of not judging, of not assigning values, positive or negative, to events, is that we stopped judging ourselves harshly for having failed, with and for, this adult child.
JOEL OSTEEN MATERIALS
As many of you know, I have been working with the Joel Osteen materials. THEY HELP. Through them, I was able to envision what a positive life would look and feel like. Over time, I came to believe I was meant to be happy, too. This material made all the difference in the world for me. Listening to him, reading his books and tapes, is like seeing the best, most conscientious therapist ~ someone who wants you strong, and can show you how to get there.
REPEAT TO MYSELF THE BLESSINGS I DO HAVE, AND TO TRY TO BEHAVE AS THOUGH I AM HAPPY, SUCCESSFUL, GENEROUS, STRONG
My grandchildren were safe. (Though that was soon to change, for one of them.) It is too easy to push the things that have been dealt with into the background. When we do that, all our mental energies are taken to deal with one bad thing, one failure, after another. It begins to feel hopeless. Reminding ourselves of the one or two things that have been dealt with successfully provides a budding place of strength, a place for us to stand up and get a different perspective.`
Really, I think remembering and feeling gratitude for the one or two things that are right and good changes our internal perceptions of self. Whatever is going on with the difficult child, we begin to identify with the good. Such beliefs are a so-important counterpoint to the rage, depression, and hopelessness of a too-close involvement with a practicing adult difficult child.
For other family members, I began to do what I could. From those simple, almost effortless actions, I began to feel like a responsible, functioning person, again.
From doing something good.
I think I began to reclaim myself, there.
These were real, healthy actions to take, when everything not in our control was so chaotic and sickly. Doing a good thing became a little piece of higher ground. I could view myself and my family from a different, stronger, more decent perspective.
That was so important.
difficult child came not to identify family. She was no longer the key story. Though tragic, her story no longer defined us. We were those people who survived losing someone we loved, not those powerless people whose lives were messy and mistaken and shame filled. An important distinction.
Cedar