LR Knost Instagram Post No More. That's Abuse, not peace

No More

So-  In my desire and pursuit to be merciful, I foolishly agreed to a highly undesirable arrangement for myself. I did so, in an effort to be of service to my boys’ father.  On each of the days in the two weeks which I provided my support, he consistently took more than what was offered with neither apology nor gratitude.  Once again, I had confused being merciful and useful with allowing myself to be used and manipulated.   In my stomach, I felt knots of tension, anxiety,  a feeling of being trapped in an unwholesome circumstance/dynamic.  I discussed the issue with friends and in meetings.  I prayed and journaled, seeking clarity on how to do “the next right thing”.

And then on Christmas Day, he generously provided the gift of clarity. He, while benefitting from my support and inconveniencing me– elected to do something knowingly harmful to US.  And (drumroll please) here is my recovery:  I resisted the delicious urge tell him about himself –even a little.  I communicated the following – something I had previously felt afraid to say.   I texted:

“Merry Christmas.  Just wanted to give you a heads up. I can no longer keep the boys in the mornings and afternoons on your weeks.  I am willing to help for a week or two more, while you find other arrangements.”

Things that continue to be Hard AF: Holidays, Recovery, Boundaries, Co-parenting with active and untreated addiction. Trying not to obsess, also feels nearly impossible.

12 Concepts pps 39-40

Conviction and Compromise

One qualification for useful life is give-and-take, the ability to compromise cheerfully. Compromise comes hard to us all or nothing types.  Never the less, we must never lose sight of the fact the progress is nearly always characterized by series improving compromises. Of course we cannot always compromise. There are circumstances in which it is necessary to stick flat-footed to one’s convictions until the issue is resolved.  Deciding when to compromise and when not to compromise always calls for the most careful discrimination.

A Book Club Must Read

Just thrilled to have found and reposted this meme on instagram, if only—-for one commentor’s response: “Each time I try to appear normal, or pick up their energy thinking it’s mine… I get exhausted, ill, or totally screwed up. It’s a theatrical effort. We’re different.” ALSO–The facial expression on the guy in the image is funny AF– and the genius creator of this meme is my new hero. My bar for heroism is still quite low. Remember, I am recovering from over an over developed appreciation for cleverness.

I have finished pretending and trying to shave off or hide parts of myself for approval or the illusion of belonging. My self improvement has nothing to do with needing to present myself in the image of another human. I now have a god–and it is NOT the approval or disapproval of others. The system of rewarding likeness and diminishing differences is a cycle– like a highly infectious disease, it will affect each person with whom I come into contact, whether I am the punished or the punisher. Ew. I reject this. Erasing ourselves or others is very non-wholesome and non-badass.

Genuine lasting connection and belonging have little to do with being the same, though similarities are surely binding, particularly when they are legitimate — neither forced nor feigned. If sameness or a shared enemy are requirements or invitations, I am out. No thank you. As my commentor said: “we are different”. I graciously accept and thank GAWD for that.

Henry Cloud Boundaries Quote

Boundaries Are Hard

I was raised by people who did not believe in apologies or examining of their behaviors, deeply rooted in a sense of perpetual rightness. Why change when you are already right? Noticeably Affected People were expected to independently get over whatever it was that bothered or wounded them in the first place–Quit being so sensitive and rehashing the past. Sheesh- It is tiring to walk on eggshells with her every time she is dismissed or diminished. Unreasoanble. The system elected secrets and moods as stand-ins for boundaries. There was no positive regard for vulnerability, healing, and emotional and moral maturing.

Repression and outbursts are how anger rage has been handled for generations, in my FOO. Oh–And denial. Not once can I recall witnessing someone approach me or another to express something along the lines of “Hey, when this happened, it upset me or made problems for me, can we discuss?” OR “Hey, when I or said or did X, I was angry and that was hurtful, I would like to work to restore trust between us.” There was silence, then retaliation, more silence mixed with weird exaggerated laughter as proof that all was good and fun–for the unbroken. Always lacking in the values and practices of reflection, humility, compassion, empathy.

These patterns still reign today, in my FOO and with my ex who share the commitment to this style of anger denial/management. Anger, I am told is a secondary feeling, a reaction to sadness or disappointment, which we are not able or willing to face. In my family of origin (FOO) hard feelings are not to be honestly or directly acknowledged– for doing so– is reserved for the weak and defective–as the whole and the right are not burdened in these ways.

I went to bed last night, agonizing over a boundary with my ex, because old programming insists that my boundaries are actually grudges. Since his triangulation with my sister, I request that he remain in his car and text when he arrives to pick up our sons, who greet him in the driveway. Why would I allow an abuser inside my home, my place of rest and recovery? This is not retaliation or mercilessness. This is healing.

Reading Henry Cloud’s: Boundaries I am relieved by his words: “Regarding abusive relationships, it is healthy to guard your heart until there is evidence of sustained change. It is ok to limit togetherness in the name of binding evil.” Evil seems an outrageous, over the top term. But anyone who knowingly chooses to do harm, by definition, is a doer of evil: an abuser.

My refusal to invite that or make myself available to that, is part of spiritual maturity and healing. And this, as my only option, angers me. Because the truth is, I long to be able to allow the father of my children into our home and to welcome him into the family and friends we enjoy and love–for holidays and birthdays– and for any reason at all. I suppose my anger is part of the grieving of what is not to be. Subjecting myself for more, will not fix or heal us. Tried it one too many times. The data is consistent. I have expressed my continued willingness to do the work of healing. The offer goes dismissed, with my ex as with my sister. They really are two peas. Actually my ex says he wants to but does not know how. So, there is that.

What my ex and my sister did, divided my children not only from extended family but from the possibility of having two parents –unified to support them at the highest level. My children’s happiest days were those spent with US, after divorce, working together. I grieve this loss.

The only mercy I can offer around this, is to my children– through less expression of my anger over what their father chose repeatedly to do to us, TO THEM. My sister has no real skin in this game. More than half our lives were spent not speaking. I would like reconciliation with her but do not need it. For my children, I would do literally anything to improve the quality of their childhood– it is shaping them forever and is passing quickly.

As for my mercy tattoo, I will continue to admire and rub it and be reminded to practice mercy. Just as the tattoo will not magically transform me, neither will graduate work in ethics and morality. These are things I choose, to deepen my connection with powers greater than myself–my spiritual striving.

I am pained by evil in the world, behaviors which pass for acceptable or un- punishable, but which are wrong/hurtful/damaging–morally and ethically out of line. The ability to do a thing and get away with it does not make it good or even okay—while right and good is frequently found objectionable and punished. Extreme examples of this are reflected in the persecution and elimination of Jews vs. protecting them under Hitler’s reign AND in helping slaves to freedom and fighting for and speaking up for equality. I really don’t get it or maybe I do get it, but do not accept it.

Why is it that moral and ethical behavior toward people, animals, the planet is not mandated or at the very least taught as part of basic education? Am I here on this earth to learn to accept the unacceptable or to work for change- to be the change I wish to see in the world?

Listen, Learn, Serve

Squeee! I  have completed my application for admission to a graduate course of study in Applied Ethics.  I am interested in the path and the journey, without a destination or career in mind.  THIS is only the fourth thing (#1-My cross country move, #2-my job and #3-Sweet Greg) which I have actively wanted and chosen for healthy reasons, perhaps, ever.  I have spent a lifetime settling for things and running from things. This is my Good Orderly Direction at work in my life. I love this quote from Bill Gates- which inspires me not so much to not lead, but to give, to elevate those in need.

If I am lucky, I may enroll in one course per semester with the option of a certification in maaaaaybe 3 years or a Masters in double that time.  Quite possibly, I just attend classes, listen, learn, and serve- as I am able- and see where I am led.  I am currently void of concern with certification and credentials.  I wish only to become more educated and to be of service to any groups of underserved and oppressed people.  I would honestly like an invitation to work with with Bill and Melinda Gates and do only things for people lacking in the most basic human ways. I should probably go check the mail asap, I bet my invitation is already there.

For now, I will get myself into some rooms with others contemplating similar topics and matters. The information, the dialog, the reading, the research, the studying—#allofit I want to listen and learn to empower those stuck in the margins. My role at work is in Sales Support and what I love about my job– is the service aspect- serving as the behind the scenes helper. Getting to be the person to say: “I will take care of that for you. I am happy to help you with this.”

Obedience to the Unenforceable

I have been hungering, starving for a way to explore THIS, outside of my limiting perspective/ personal experience and SO—am now contemplating graduate school for a MA in Applied Ethics.  Putting my mind to work in a course of study and research of a matter so very relevant to me, would be incredible.  Who knows where it will lead? Maybe only one class or two, or completion of a Masters or even a PhD.  

My program of recovery introduced me to the concept of obedience to the unenforceable as it relates to our program principles—like– even in our meetings, it is not an option to force people to obey or leave.  The only consequence for disobedience is having to exist at a lower vibration. Each of the 12 Step Programs offer step by step direction on how and why to be obedient to the unenforceable, as part of living our best lives.  This made good sense to me once I connected with a power greater than myself.

I continue to marvel at undeniably harmful actions, which, depending on the doer of the deed–are tolerated, enabled, minimized, dismissed— in families, in schools, in the work place and by our current administration and also by those who pride themselves in political correctness and who often tyrannize through happiness policing– shutting down difficult conversations which support sharing and listening to differing perspectives.

I do realize that gaining a deeper understanding of ethics will not make me more right/correct– and will not allow me to enforce anything.  But –the study of ethics and morality seems to offer a more wholesome outlet for otherwise obsessive and troubling thoughts about why and how people do as they do. Maybe being able to understand ethicality and morality will free me from the urge to judge people as just wrong and bad. (Hell, perhaps they are right and bad-hahahaha) It is possible to be “right” in reason and unethical and immoral in method. Will this help me with my goal of living a more merciful existence? Fock, I hope so. I am enjoying my mercy tattoo very much- but have been unable to get a good photo.

I am beyond pleased to have found a way to direct my pain and confusion toward academic pursuits which might allow me to exist outside the confining narrative which gave birth to this blog. The idea of GRE prep seems daunting though, and I hope will not hinder me too much.  

Eggshells are Easily Broken

My relationships before recovery were so distrusting and volatile, and could literally snap under the weight of even the slightest tension.  It was not safe or accepted to openly experience difficult feelings. For someone like me, naturally high strung and an utter failure at pretending otherwise, this was terrifying, because the tension made me more tense.  It was always the beginning of another unspeakable divide— resulting in hostile words or deadly and lasting silence.  My tension was consistently identified as the cause.  Any call for consideration or understanding of any sort, was labelled as “having to walk on eggshells”. To me, eggshells come from the pretending. Pretending to not be hurting, pretending to have not been hurtful.

As an adult with recovery, I can create the safety and trust I needed and deserved as a child.  Emotional honesty is now a requirement in each of my chosen relationships. Kindness too!

The other night, Sweet Greg attempted to speak to me a few times— when I was resting, and I snapped at him.  I maaaay have used the word fuck in my edgy reaction.  I promptly apologized in our jokey way, “Hey babe, I am sorry you made me do that”.  No time was wasted denying or glossing over my harmful tone.  We laughed and it was behind us– because we both knew that I was sorry for my unfair behavior.  We have the best laughs and inside jokes about our missteps and disagreements. Between us, there exists no bitterness, no buried resentments. Four years—how is that even possible? Recovery–that is how.

Claiming Responsibility

Even, through my thirties, I had not learned to appropriately respond to harmful behaviors and words. Consistently, my uninformed and humiliating reactions stole the show, contributing greatly to the wreckage of my life.  

Since the norm in my FOO is– to not take responsibility for harmful words, choices, behaviors, but rather to deny, minimize, label it a joke, or blame the person who has been hurt– I came to believe: I too, had no responsibility for my words and actions. But— that I did have the power to cause unfortunate words and behaviors to flow from others. Boy was I beaten down by sadness, fear, guilt, and shame about that.

I saw the only options as: 1) Pretend it didn’t happen (which I never learned to do). 2) Find a way to get even. 3) Find someone else to get in the crosshairs. 4) Be verrrrry careful to not disturb people and make them become abusive. 4) Be sorry all of the time.

I learned what I lived.  As I am unlearning, I am breaking the cycles curses.

I now recognize that it is not ok to diminish or punish others. And it is ok and responsible to say NO to what harms me.  Doing so, is neither an act of war nor rebellion- but part of my developing emotional and spiritual maturity. 

My learning to say NO without apology, volume, or profanity– blew up our family system. As I could no longer be counted on to act like a lunatic and distract everyone from what was done with my over-the-top reaction to what was being done. Abandoning that script and role is one of my greatest recovery blessings. I no longer participate in things aimed at diminishing me or others. And I take responsibility for only myself. #winning

For anyone engaged with a family committed to healing, enjoy your blessings.  If you remain tethered to a family, in which common practices include alienation and are suggestive that some people matter more than others, KNOW THIS—It stinks!!! AND You are not alone and you have choices(If you are not sure what those are—find a meeting, any 12 step meeting.  You will find help and hope there).  All of the choices might suck, but some will surely sting less than others.  

I am allowing myself to heal and to hold strong boundaries around what I will and will not do. I choose healing — anyone/anything that interferes with that must go.

Wholesome and healing love is kind, never cruel.  For the holidays, I wish those practicing any other kind of love, much peace and healing, from over here.

Thank You for Letting Me Go

Thanks for letting me go.  Nearly 5 decades chasing or running from you–was no way to live and no longer how I understand and do love. 

Recovery teaches us— Love is kind, direct, courageous, enduring, transparent, nurturing, loyal, and unconditional.  Wholesome Good Love is a commitment, rather than just a feeling.  Finally, disentangled from my placeholders for love, I now experience and treasure loving connections in healthy relationships.  When we know better, we do better.

I am grateful for freedom from those who threaten, shame, gossip about or banish me.  #thatisnotlove There will always be people who choose those to do those things, only, now, I no longer confuse them for loving people. To be clear, I learned what I lived and brought unwholesome and deeply damaging behaviors and ways of being into the world with me– but I have been healing and changing, one day at a time for nearly 10 years. Unlearning takes time. My recovery is a process not an event.

Today in church I realized, with a feeling not unlike like pride, that my life now flows from Good Orderly Direction.  I no longer make choices out of shame, fear, or guilt—where previously, those posed as my gods and guides, my constant companions.

That I do not GAF what others think, is not at all the case—just that the opinions of others do neither inspire nor frighten me.  I do my life and people either like me, hire me, make friends with me… or they do not.  Fear of rejection, retaliation, and reprisal–this is not a dynamic to which I will consent, now as an adult with a choice and children–who are watching and learning.  

Freedom from THE Shame

Things that once caused me shame:

  • My thin awkward body and brownish (non-white) skin
  • My name–the one assigned to me at birth
  • My inability to calm down and focus on what matters (Also– I did not know what mattered–as evidenced by this list)
  • My father’s “foreign” accent
  • My nose
  • The size of my feet
  • The food my family served
  • The clothes I was provided
  • My sensitivity and emotional intensity
  • My limited tastes and preferences in food along with my insatiable appetite
  • Being non-Christian
  • That we did not enjoy and connect to each other the way other families appeared to– the undeniable void of pleasant rituals, activities, and traditions

Shame over matters, which I did not choose and over which I had no control, caused a fuck-ton of grief, anger– and isolation from my family and a community, which never let me forget all the ways in which  I FAILED to be like them–acceptable.

I sought unfortunate means of soothing and coping with things I could neither change nor accept.  I raged with profanity at just about everything.  I could not grasp or manage my anger and despair and did not experience anyone as interested and able to help me with those.  I learned to be mean AF, to shoplift and steal.  I dove into the relief of binging and purging, from age 12 to well into my 30s.  I purchased items which I did not need and could not afford, in an effort to feel or appear more like others.  I abused alcohol and drugs and was sexually promiscuous with people who did not even like me.  Believing, if I could not make them like or accept me, getting them to use me was a win.  Then, at least, I was not useless. I see now that useful and used are not the same.

It is said that a good childhood leaves you with both roots and wings.  I developed my roots and wings in Al-Anon at age 40.  The program teaches me how to let go of shame over the past, to make right what I can and to now, live my life aligned with principles, allowing me the gift of self esteem. It is true that when we know better we do better.  I am ever grateful for 10 years of better living.  It would be beyond tragic to be this age, and still behaving in those ways.

Without models to whom I could relate or whom I genuinely wanted to emulate, I was lost. To act and to feel right, with zero sense of connection and purpose–was impossible for me.

Program allows me to not only see but to intentionally examine my behaviors and motives and to let go of the idea that I can fully understand those of another. Recovery teaches me to behave well, long before I feel so. Often, the feelings will follow. But– if I wait until I feel a certain kind of good, before making a wholesome good choice, I am screwed. I do not feel so good, most of the time, and yet I make choices which I feel good about, choices which reflect who I am and what I believe.

It is also said that happiness is– when your words, actions, and beliefs are in alignment. I suppose, by this measure, I am happy.

I share all of this to say –that none of those things cause me shame. And the same goes for the things done, by me, to cope with the items on that list. They can not be used to shame or harm me. They are not secrets. They are less pretty parts of my journey. I will make no effort to hide or deny. This is true and beautiful freedom.

Here are things about which I feel good and for which I am responsible:

I survived a difficult childhood, which naturally was followed by a sick marriage. I chose to exit a bad marriage and survived a lengthy and litigious divorce. My ex and I moved back, cross country, to a place and to people I swore I’d never return, to support my mother. I worked with my boy’s father to do what was needed for our family, in spite of so very much. I am in recovery. I am a loving and protective mother, a fantastic friend and great partner to my Sweet Greg. I am generous. I am transparent with good boundaries around what I will and will not do. My work ethic and loyalty are strong AF. I am a caring neighbor and pet-haver/servant (I prefer not to say owner). I am a badass when it comes to trying, even when all I really want to do is flip out, give up, or blame. I am kind (not friendly, but kind) and honest, at all costs. I am benevolent and have a God of My Understanding AND I can now (mostly- unless you mess with my children though….) maintain benevolence toward a person whom I dislike or with whom I disagree–even when they do me harm. I will not lie to, for, or about a person. If you know me, I am 100% exactly who you think I am.

Liz Earnshaw Quote: One of the strongest forces in the world is a family resisting change.

Cycle Breaking–and the Fall Out

From Liz Earnshaw (Click anywhere on this post to read more from her): There is a phenomenon in families known as homeostasis (really, in any group of people , but I’ll stick to families here).

Families seek to maintain the “organization” they’re accustomed to. They are driven to maintain functioning as it’s always been – whether the functioning is good or bad.

When the status quo is interrupted then other members cannot function “smoothly” – I.e. when you change or set a boundary then they can no longer run on their same hamster wheel and that means they have to figure out how else to run and most people don’t feel up to finding new ways to do things… so instead they fight you… hard… to get back on their hamster wheel.

This is one of the biggest reasons people end up giving up on their boundaries or their new way of being in relation to their families – the fight a family puts up against your change is POWERFUL.

It can result in being cut out, shamed, shunned, gossiped about, threatened, etc, etc. and this is really really hard.

So, if you’re experiencing this you’re not alone. It’s common *and* that doesn’t make it okay. It is still painful and difficult and exhausting.

Continue to focus on your goal of keeping yourself healthy and safe and remind yourself that the power of a family wanting to regain “homeostasis” is strong, but you’re stronger.