+THE POSITIVE POWER OF INTERGENERATIONAL STORIES

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Monday, January 13, 2014.  Before I left Arizona on this move my youngest sister sent me an article she was most impressed by that appeared in the September 2013 issue of Reader’s Digest magazine, pages 32 – 34.  I am going to copy it into this post for educational purposes only!  Enjoy!

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The Stories That Bind Us by Bruce Feiler (from the New York Times)

One night while eating dinner with my extended family, I noticed my nephew texting under the table.  I asked him to stop.

Ka-boom!  My sister snapped at me to not discipline her child.  My dad pointed out that my girls were the ones balancing spoons on their noses.  My mom said none of the grandchildren had manners.  Within minutes, everyone had fled to separate corners. 

Later, my dad called me to his bedroom.

“Our family’s falling apart,” he said.

I disagreed with Dad at the time, but soon I began to wonder, What are the ingredients that make some families resilient and happy?

It turns out to be a great time to ask that question.  Researchers have recently revealed stunning insights into how to make families work more effectively, and I’ve spent the last few years exploring the subject by meeting families, scholars, and experts ranging from peace negotiators to online game designers to Warren Buffett’s bankers. 

After a while, a surprising theme emerged:  The single most important thing you can do for your family, it seems, is to develop a strong family narrative. 

I first heard this idea in the mid-1990s from Marshal Duke, a psychologist at Emory University.  Duke was studying myth and ritual in American families, when his wife, Sara, a learning-disabilities specialist who works with children, made an observation:  “[The students] who know a lot about their families tend to do better when they face challenges,” she said. 

Intrigued, her husband set out to test her hypothesis.  He and an Emory colleague, Robyn Fivush, developed a measure called the Do You Know? scale that asked children to answer 20 questions, such as Do you know where your grandparents grew up?  Do you know where your mom and dad went to high school?  Do you know about an illness or something really terrible that happened in your family? 

Duke and Fivush asked those questions to members of four dozen families in summer 2001.  They then compared the children’s results with a battery of psychological tests the children had taken and reached an overwhelming conclusion that bolstered Sara’s theory:  The more children knew about their families’ histories, the stronger their sense of control over their lives, the higher their self-esteem, and the more successfully they believed their families functioned. 

“We were blown away,” Duke said.

The researchers reassessed the children after the traumatic events of September 11, 2001.  “Once again,” Duke said, “the ones who knew more about their families proved to be more resilient.” 

Why does knowing where her grandmother went to school help a child overcome something as minor as a skinned knee or as major as a terrorist attack?

Duke said that children who have the most self-confidence have what he and Fivush call a strong intergenerational self.  They know they belong to something bigger than themselves.

Leaders in sociology and the military have found similar results.  Jim Collins, a management expert in Boulder, Colorado, told me that successful human enterprises of any kind go out of their way to capture their core identity.  The same applies to families, he said.  Collins recommended that families create a mission statement similar to the ones companies and other organizations use to identify their core values.

The military found that teaching recruits about the history of their service increases their camaraderie.  Commander David G. Smith, chairman of the department of leadership, ethics, and law at the U.S. Naval Academy, advises graduating seniors to take incoming freshmen on history-building exercises, like going to the cemetery to pay tribute to the first naval aviator or visiting the replica B-1 aircraft on campus.

Duke recommended that parents pursue similar activities with their children.  Any number of occasions work to convey this sense of history:  holidays, vacations, big family get-togethers, even a ride to the mall.

“These traditions become part of your family,” Duke said.

Decades of research have shown that most happy families also communicate effectively, but it’s not simply a matter of talking through problems.  Talking also means telling a positive story about yourselves.  When faced with a challenge, happy families, like happy people, just add a new chapter to their life story that shows them overcoming the hardship.  This skill is particularly important for children, whose identities tend to solidify during adolescence.

The bottom line:  If you want a happier family, create, refine, and retell the story of your family’s best moments and your relations’ ability to bounce back from the difficult ones.  That act alone may increase the odds that your family will thrive for many generations to come.”

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My note:  Of course for families where the answer to this question includes severe trauma — Do you know about an illness or something really terrible that happened in your family?  — the healing happening in the family may take generations.  I do not advocate a Pollyanna blanket attitude to the serious nature of the problems many families face.  What I like about this article is that it points the way to a technique that is grounded in safe and secure attachment thinking:  Healing a life narrative, be it of an individual or of an entire family or culture, is healing.

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+THE DEARTH OF BABY DOLLS (and a collection of blog post links)

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Monday, January 13, 2014.  As I allow myself to meander around touching the edges of the spaces and places that define my inner writing self, as I allow myself to express some of my thoughts outside concerns of perfection, I begin to understand more clearly that writing itself can be both a stressful and a stress-relief activity at the same time.  Push pull.  Come here go away.  Approach avoid.  Love hate.  Fear and confidence — or at least the fear of fear and the shaking of my confidence is with me as I begin this post.

Through this emotionally intense move my brain has retreated back to its overwhelmingly powerful right hemisphere interactions with my life.  Writing as I prefer the process includes a far more balanced interaction between both right and left brain hemispheres.  It will take some time before this balance returns to me — in the meantime I will brave the “detoured waters” and try to present a few thoughts here….

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I have written blog posts on the topic of dolls as it related to my mother’s expressions in her life under the influence of her BPD (with psychosis) mental illness.  

+HEALING THE TINIEST DOLL AT THE CENTER

August 5, 2010

*MY MOTHER NEVER OUTGREW HER DOLLS

June 12, 2009

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Thought:  It is important to me to be able to articulate my experience in words.  The choice of the first book related to this blog that is soon to be published, Story Without Words, is itself a testimony to the intergenerational links between early abusive trauma and the silence both thrive in and it create in its survivors.

This move has so taxed me on so many different levels that I can feel my “Observer Self” (whose job seems to include remaining remote as a documentarian) watching me limp and crawl back to a connection with my “Writing Self.”  Like muscles that need to be exercised following an injury I am forcing myself to try to write at the same time I feel I need to apologize to my readers for my current ineptitude.  “Lighten up on self, Linda!”  All really is OK.  There is no other way for me to be right now other than how I am!

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Thought:  I believe that when massive amounts of dissociation are forced to create themselves into an abused and severely traumatized infant’s growing brain and nervous system, memory processes are interrupted throughout the lifespan.  This means that associations between events are altered.  Because it is the nature of the right limbic brain’s structure to be entirely comfortable in a milieu of chaos where all possibilities are, well, possible, the right brain and its imaginal, imagistic, metaphorical way continually plays with images and the “facts” they MIGHT portray in creative associational – and dissociational – ways. 

It can take an almost supernatural effort to force the also trauma-changed left brain hemisphere of a survivor to create anything like the orderly, organized and oriented stream of thoughts that can be followed through in a written piece.

As I have written at many places over the years of this blog’s existence adult insecure attachment disorders display many signposts that indicate breaks in the “coherency” process.  The lack of ability to “tell a coherent life story narrative” is a hallmark of severe relationship trauma in early years.  Here are links to a few related posts:

+SIEGEL – ANTICIPATION, TIME AND COHERENCE OF MIND

+NEEDY PEOPLE AND BUMPY CONVERSATIONS (GRICE’S MAXIMS, AGAIN!)

+SECURE AND INSECURE ATTACHMENT AND THE CHILDHOOD NARRATIVE

+SEIGEL ON BRAIN LATERALIZATION

*Dr. SIEGEL – EARNED SECURE ATTACHMENT

*Siegel – attachment – emotional regulation and Disorganized attachment

*THE MEANING OF MENDING OUR LIFE STORY

*Attachment Simplified – Organized Secure Attachment – Earned Secure

+SIEGEL ON DEVELOPING CHILD’S BRAIN – ATTACHMENT

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ANYWAY!!  Back to what I noticed yesterday at Wal-Mart as I scanned the children’s toy isles.  If I could have found a soft, huggable, attractive doll large enough for my grandson’s to hold and hug I would have bought them one.  (Instead I splurged on a rather expensive Big Hugs Elmo.)

There was not one single doll like the kind I remember being bought for girls (I also bought one for my son born 1985) to “practice” taking care of babies with as they were sold all the way through the 1980s and perhaps later.

They are GONE!  Mother’s who refused to be limited in their own life trajectories by the “only” role of being mommy — have they stopped BUYING such dolls and thus have created this dearth of baby dolls?

If this is true then manufacturers of kids’ toys could have programmed their advertising executives to stretch their little commercial brains enough to market dolls to boys and to girls simply because if a member of one gender becomes a parent in some way so also does the corresponding member of the other gender.

Who IS parenting the current generation?  Have daycare (day orphanages) arrangements so taken over the DAY care of our little ones (for 10-12 hours each of at least 5 days per week) that we have as a culture simply decided to drop any reminder on store shelves of the fact that wee ones need care by ANYONE?  Eliminate the icon reminders?  Who is holding the majority of our nation’s little ones – DEAR?

Just saying….

Is the creation of a non-human fuzzy red thing (rather than a human infant representation) that promotes hugging for both girls a boys a step in the right direction?  Are we in the process of erasing the parenting slate of the past that left nearly the entire bulk of the care of infants and children as a “burden” and responsibility of females in favor of an eventual equal parenting future? 

(Is Elmo an icon related to the infancy of the “new fathering” archetype “being born?”  Is the equality of gender-free parenting a new evolutionary stage for our species – taking into account what I mention next.)

(From the developmental neuroscientific research we need to not lose sight of the evolutionary truth that males are not BIOLOGICALLY designed to provide total appropriate care to infants under the age of one as it is necessary to build their right limbic emotional brain and nervous system correctly.  Mothers who conceive and carry infants are vitally required to be primarily involved in their offspring’s care especially during the earliest attachment-forming stages of the first year of life.)

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++ the attachment relationship directly shapes [through certain maternal behaviors] the maturation of the infant’s right-brain stress-coping systems that act at levels beneath awareness – from – *Notes on Schore

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**Dr. Allan Schore on Emotional Regulation – Notes

+SCHORE ON BRAIN AND NERVOUS SYSTEM DEVELOPMENT

**Notes on Schore – Development of Attachment

++SCHORE ON DEVELOPMENT OF RIGHT BRAIN

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DEARTH

1:  scarcity that makes dear; specifically :  famine

2:  an inadequate supply :  lack <a dearth of evidence>

Origin of DEARTH

Middle English derthe, from Old English *dierth, from dēore dear

First Known Use: 13th century

Related to DEARTH

Synonyms

crunch, deficiency, deficit, drought (also drouth), failure, famine, inadequacy, inadequateness, insufficiency, lack, lacuna, paucity, pinch, poverty, scantiness, scarceness, scarcity, shortage, undersupply, want

Antonyms

abundance, adequacy, amplitude, opulence, plenitude, plenty, sufficiency, wealth

Related Words

absence, omission; meagerness, poorness, skimpiness; necessity, need, privation

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+SUCH A SEARING SADNESS

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Sunday, January 12, 2014.  I can’t imagine another word to describe the sadness that took me over at one point in my day today.  Without warning.  Without direct provocation.  Such a searing sadness.

It cuts as if I am branded by it; that I could look my body over and find the marks of it on my outsides the way it burned me on my insides.  It is not far from me right now.  I am not sure it is far from me very often in my life.  I write this post to other severe early abuse survivors.  I believe you know what I am talking about.  This sadness BURNS.

I traveled with my beautiful daughter to her new job site on the university campus here.  I was happy to be with her, happy to see her new place amidst others as we went to put the lengths of cloth she had chosen along the top edges of the walls of her cubicle, happy to help her — happy to be HERE and not 2000 miles south where such a lovely sharing would  be impossible.

I saw the other spaces where others work on this particular floor in this particular building.  And SO MUCH CAME BACK TO ME!  Searing BACK TO ME.

Unbidden.  Uncalled for.  Unwanted.  A FLASH of sadness like a blast from a monster wildfire I could not escape.

It is even hard for me to write this.  I have to leave this for a while.  There is too much sadness. 

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I will jot some thoughts down here as they come to me as I move around the apartment here doing other things.  I don’t think I can sit with this topic long enough or get close enough to it or let it get close enough to me to write a well put together anything right now.

+  I would not wish this kind of searing sadness, this burning sorrow on ANYONE.  I am probably fortunate in my life that I can say this and mean it with all my heart.  I would not wish it on my parents who were the source of the 18 years of abuse that created this feeling state within me.  It would only be someone who harmed my children or my grandchildren that I might be tempted to curse with this feeling — and God help me that such a condition ever arise in my life!

+ When I wrote about the sorrow of my little grandson I was NOT talking about this kind of sorrow.  The kind of sorrow that belongs inside of us as humans allows us to feel the human emotions of compassion that allows us to CARE about the sorrow and suffering of others — so that we are motivated to HELP in appropriate ways.

+ I did not WANT to feel this feeling today and certainly did not expect or anticipate it.  Once it swooped in and swallowed me up I was able to delineate some aspects of what triggered it specifically today.  I DID WANT to use my undergraduate BA degree in psychology and my following MA degree in art therapy!  I DID want to have a successful career doing what I LOVE and what I am so gifted to do.

My disabilities caused directly from the severe traumatic abuse I suffered took this away from me.

Again – I need a break from this….

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I wanted to be in “an office” and part of a team like my daughter is along with those she works with.  It is a GREAT loss to me and a GREAT source of grief to me that I have been denied these opportunities in my lifetime through no fault of my own and due to NOTHING but the horrible unrelenting psychotic abuse I suffered from birth until age 18.  (My mother did not even let me attend my own high school graduation, a fact I did not even remember until it was time for me to graduate with my BA.)

I solace myself by saying that as one of the ripples of my research into the neuro-physiological long-term (permanent) damage early abuse causes a developing infant-child that evidently some of us are not DESTINED to complete in our lifetime personally what lies within the range of generations following us. 

We are part of a familial DNA chain – the chain which in some families includes the awesome brilliance of very high intelligence and marvelous creativity at the same time our chain carries within it the corresponding and LINKED high risk genes for mental illness such as my mother (psychotic Borderline Personality Disorder), her first cousin (a math and science genius who developed schizophrenia) and even, I believe, her brother (a billionaire movie producer narcissist, sadist to my mother as a young girl and alcoholic) acquired due to early relationship attachment trauma during their development that triggered those risk genes.

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High healthy empathy allows people to care, to recognize, validate and respect the suffering of others without PERSONALLY feeling that sadness themselves, and to be altruistically motivated to help to create a society that stops the causes of the worst of human suffering especially to infants and to children. 

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As I became overwhelmed with toxic sadness today even the fact that my nearly 4-year-old grandson was going at attend a birthday party today became sucked into the maelstrom of my trauma history feelings.  My mother tortured me as a young child with letting me believe I could attend birthday parties I was invited to up to the last moment when she ALWAYS manufactured some “bad act” I supposedly committed that “made” her have to keep me home. 

Oh the HURT of that — over and over again — BECAUSE I WAS A LITTLE CHILD and I had no choice but to believe her (1) that I COULD go and then (2) that I was that horrid that my poor mother could not allow me to go.

The pain of losing the dreams of my career and everything entailed must be deeply and inextricably connected to ALL of the pain of my childhood including the party tortures.  Walking onto that particular campus today also triggered old memories of myself right after my 20th birthday.  I had arrived in Fargo the first time with my 18-month-old daughter as I was in the midst of a marriage breakup June 1972.  By fall I had enrolled myself on that same campus to use my GI bill benefits to try to get an education to better my life and the life of my daughter.

There had been nobody to help me and no money for childcare so I had taken my very precocious and very well-behaved charming little girl to campus with me — until the university forbid me to do so in the middle of the semester.  They threw both of us out!

I am still very proud of myself that I marched myself to the university president’s office with my daughter and demanded a meeting with him to express my conflicts and to demand that the cost of my tuition be refunded to me.  I was granted that meeting and my costs were returned but that was the start of my educational difficulties that I eventually fought for another 20+ years.

What I told my daughter today about this great searing sadness I was feeling and could not run from or deny  was that had I known THEN that in the end my disability would so overtake me that my education was useless I would not have bothered to even try to follow those dreams of my soul.  I have never recognized that specific feeling until today.

I also told her that if I had felt the full weight of my trauma-created disabilities at a younger age and had been swallowed up by them as I am now at 62 I could not have raised my children.

If we want to mouth to ourselves as a nation some concern for the well-being of infants and children toward an end to the causes of their suffering it is to their LIFETIME of suffering we have to pay attention — not “just” to the suffering of little ones we might happen to think of as “cute.”

Those whom we deem failures at life, those who do not live up to our expectations as a nation of what a successful adult life might include, are those who most often were deprived of what they needed to gain a foothold on a life of health and well-being right from the start.  That fact should pain ALL of us!

That I do have children who are doing well in their life gives me hope that the talents and potentials in our DNA pool will be increasingly fulfilled in the future.  At the same time I grieve that I was so thoroughly blindsided by early abusive trauma that a great deal of my own talents and potential were made null and void.  There is no way I cannot grieve that fact — and it is a bitter, big, searing grief I don’t want any more than I want to have suffered all of that horror in the beginning of my life that created this whole damned mess.

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+AMERICA, WHERE IS OUR SHAME/GUILT? ‘Child Well-being in Rich Countries: A comparative overview’, Innocenti Report Card 11– UNICEF Office of Research (2013).

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Friday, January 10, 2014.  Firstly, I want to mention that a friend just sent me this link – and I thought it worthy of sharing!

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How Guilt and Feelings of Selfishness Can Trap You… and Your Whole Family

January 9, 2014 by Cathy

Guilt and shame producing phrases echo through many people’s childhood. Parents, teachers, grandparents, siblings, even complete strangers use those words, and others repeat them. Those phrases are used because they work… at least in the short run. They are great way to “cope” with and manage children. Here’s why…  [Click on title above to read more]

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I think about this topic in terms of a range of actions on a continuum from cooperation to competition for resources that are either plentiful or scarce in their availability.  They can also be considered in terms of resiliency and risk factors.  Safe and secure human attachment relationships, which trump the harmful effects of nearly all traumatic experiences, can be improved through awareness and choice. 

This is where individual consciousness gained through healing from early wounds allows us to make different choices in our caregiving of others  — especially young ones — so that we do not repeat the negative messages that there is not enough available in the environment to support our optimal health and well-being.

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— AGAIN AMERICA IS RIGHT DOWN THERE IN THE BOTTOM RANGES.

AN IMPORTANT REPORT TO STUDY!!! 

UNICEF Office of Research (2013). ‘Child Well-being in Rich Countries:  A comparative overview’, Innocenti Report Card 11

Of the 29 countries included in this report look carefully at how close to the BOTTOM the United States of America is AGAIN!  Where are the riches in our country and how are they spread out in regard to the well-being of all children in our nation?

Scroll down for a simple view to Part Three and look at this table:  Figure 7.0 Limited overview of child well-being

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» Despite a 10 point fall over the decade, the United States continues to have the highest teenage fertility rate in the developed world.

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There are certainly times when guilt is a very appropriate emotion on the “compassion and action” scale as it is meant to generate healthy responses to social situations.  Where is America’s conscience when it comes to the well-being of ALL of our little ones?

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+TIME, PLACE AND STUFF

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Wednesday, January 8, 2014.  I suppose there was nothing like a major move that could have so blatantly reminded me of the importance of place.  Such a disordering, disorienting and disorganizing experience this move has been.  Partly I blame myself not so much for making this move in the first place but rather for having STOPPED MOVING for as long as I did on the other end.  The 6 years and 11 months I spent within the walls of my humble home on the Mexican border south of Bisbee, Arizona was the longest uninterrupted period of time I have spent in one place in the 62 years of my life.

There was a time for me to live in that place.  Now is the time for me to live in this place.  I am reminded of the comfort I have found all of my adult life from this passage from the Bible:

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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

King James Version (KJV)

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Finding a way to cram my belongings into a space 1/3 the size of that house is another charming aspect of having made this move.  I am repeatedly finding things, placing them and then losing them as I try to organize myself here.  I have yet to re-find my wireless mouse!

I spend time every day trying to teach this baby to put things he plays with back again!  He wanted to play with the percussion toys this morning — half of them are missing.  In this tiny place where did he put them last time he played with them?  Who KNOWS?  He has perfect pitch and I don’t mean only with his voice!  I find his toys in the strangest places – mine, on the other hand….

I hate being lost, feeling lost and losing things.  Boundaries are involved for me in these concerns.  Not only is orientation of object central to orienting, organizing and ordering one’s life — so also do these patterns apply to our self.  Where does one self stop and another begin?  Certainly my psychotic BPD mother did not have the answer to this question!  (“No, Mother, I was not REALLY the all-evil child replacement for yourself to be confined in perpetual hell!”)

Yet I think blurring of boundaries – the inability to clearly know the place of ONE person and the place of another person – shows up all around us in lots of ways.  My opinion is mine – why on earth would someone else, say, become upset by MY opinion?  Everyone has their own!  Why would ONE person become upset by another person’s feelings?  A mystery to me.

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Which reminds me….  Monday night my daughter and I ran through Wal-Mart around 9 pm and the RUDEST man was berating, swearing at, belittling – oh AWFUL and TERRIBLE the way he was speaking to and about the young woman there with him who seemed to be his partner.  ABUSE!  Yet what could an outsider DO?  Yes, his feelings, actions taken in words DID upset both my daughter and me and made us think about similar kinds of situations in public when an adult might be treating a child that way.

There ARE times when we do need to be upset by others’ actions but here again, there is a time – and a place?  What could we have done that would not have made the situation worse for this young woman who left this man – at his command – standing in line at the cashier’s – to fetch a forgotten onion.  She “took too long” and came back with a tomato as well – and paid a terrible price for NOTHING!  But this is another topic – –

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And, although this is a doubtful time to mention it, we went to Wally World to replace the two 38 cent goldfish I had bought and accidentally killed last week.  I had been creative upon reading the advice printed on the plastic bag those fish had been transported to my home in that said they need plants to hide in.  I pulled some kind of houseplant of mine that I was rooting in a glass of water and dropped it into the gallon jar with the fish.  Evidently a bad idea that greatly shortened the time span of the life of THAT pair.

The second pair?  What was my tired mind thinking when I go them home?  I set the bag with the fish on the counter, snipped it open without otherwise supporting the bag and SPLASH the 1/2 gallon of water was instantly on the floor as I tried desperately to keep the fish in the bottom of the bag rather than allowing them to join their water elsewhere.

Then what?  Well if the goal was to get their water to room temperature I had to take a shortcut and produced exactly that in a bowl and quickly dropped the fish into it so I could take the time to figure out how to assemble the 3-gallon tank with air pumps and filters I had bought for them.  Those little guys, however, lived less than 2 hours due to the shock I put them through and now I have the prettiest tank on the counter by my fridge where my grandson can watch the LED changing bubble light display – but no fish.

Dare I buy more?

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+GROWING INTO THE FULLNESS OF SORROW

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Tuesday, January 7, 2014.  Perhaps it is because of the years I have spent studying my abusive, mentally ill (Borderline Personality Disorder with psychosis) mother’s writings as I worked to sort, organize, transcribe and prepare them for publication that I so strongly believe in the importance of being able to experience the fullest range of human emotions without having to cut them apart to deny some,  to split some off and project them, to bury (“stuff”) some, repress, twist….  Well, the possibilities are many in the ways humans can limit their emotional existence and deny other people the right to express theirs.

Life is complex and I see no reason to believe that the range and intensity of emotions we experience would not directly reflect the life we are living.  Same with the commentary we might wish to express about our experience.  Life is not a “one thing.”  We do not necessarily feel one way at any given point in our ongoing life if we pay attention and notice as we move along with it.

I notice that my 17 month old grandson always wakes from his morning nap full of joy and good cheer and wakes from his afternoon nap often with the opposite emotions.  A pitiful little weeping lost boy often greets me as I hear the first signs of his afternoon waking.  Big sorrow-filled sobs then erupt not long afterwards.

His mommy told me he is “practicing” the full range of his emotions as he is growing his body and self (nervous systems and brain included).  I think she is right.  I am there for the little guy in the whole range of his emotions, often sitting with my arms wrapped tightly around him as he buries his little face under my chin while I rock him especially in the afternoons — for as long as it takes for him to move on in his experience of life into a more freeing set of emotions.

Nothing in particular seems to trigger the afternoon blues for this little one.  He IS practicing!  For all the complex reactions I have to living again in this northern, flat, frigid city of a place (my daughters needing to know how happy I am to be here with them and NOTHING else “to the negative”), holding this little boy is the clearest I can probably ever feel in my life — being anywhere doing anything — that I AM in the right place at the right time doing the right thing.

My extensive emotional reactions to all the rest of my life simply wait for me and do not visit me as I smooth the way for this new little human to live his life with all his emotions for the rest of his life.  I think life is a poignant affair.  It is rich and varied and asks of us the courtesy of replying back to it with all we’ve got.  To watch such a happy child as this little guy is “practice” his expression of sorrow with his entire body and soul is humbling and fills me with awe at the same time it gives me a great sense of honor to be here to share it with him.  

I do not believe that any daycare center can do this for a little child.  There is no time for it.

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+BEING MOMMY: Adult children and the parent attachment relationship

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Sunday, January 5, 2014.  Even if I had had any role modeling on how to be a healthy mother from my mother I would probably still be forever learning how to apply that information in my own life with my children who are now grown to be ages 28, 37 and 43.  Having now moved to the city where my two oldest girls live for the first time in our lives I am finding it a struggle to establish an equilibrium in the new version of the relationships we have. 

I am finding that at this point in time their needs are not unlike they were when they were three.  Looks — and age — can be deceiving.  It is MY job as their mother to clear the air and to make changes in myself that will support increasing health rather than increasing negative complications as I move forward in my new life here in the northland.

Information I posted several years ago that can be accessed through this link +CAREGIVING IN ADULT ATTACHMENT RELATIONSHIPS applies just as much to my relationship with my children as it does to a “mate” relationship.  When needs exist in one person in an attachment relationship the needy person cannot fully caregive until those needs are met — somehow — or be healthily set aside long enough for the necessary caregiving of the other party to be implemented in the current moment.

What happens when BOTH people in an attachment relationship are needy at the same time which is most often the case even between adult caregivers of very young children?  What governs the prioritization of need-meeting?

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I KNOW I have most greatly complicated my life and my experience of myself in my life by making this giant move north.  No matter how thoroughly I evaluated my inner resources, no matter how clearly I tried to anticipate what this move would entail there is never a way for humans to fully grasp what is actually going to happen when a change is made.  The point of being as healthy as we possibly can be is that flexibility allows us to apply the widest range of adequate solutions to problems that confront us. 

Being early trauma survivors greatly complicates the range of our flexibility, the range of our coping skills and strategies, and the range of our needs.  What I am finding is that either I gain the clarity I need about “what is going on here” or my relationships with my daughters will suffer and I will, too.

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I scamper for resources as I talk with my savvy friends and think about information I have encountered through my own past searching and researching that can help me now.  I consider the work of Canadian Dr. Gordon Neufeld to contain critically important attachment-healing information.  I am hoping he will soon publish much of his work that is currently only available through costly purchase of dvds.  While I have been trying to learn how his knowledge regarding the attachment needs of the pre-schooler age group applies to my grandsons I had the profound insight last night in a conversation with a very enlightened friend that this information applies just as powerfully to my grown children.

In essence in attachment relationships of any kind during the needy phase one person needs to depend on the other person to be ALPHA so they can safely be dependent.  Now with most adult relationships the parties involved have many kinds of choices they can make about how they will get their needs met.  With very young children those choices DO NOT exist and the adult caregiving attachment person is under moral obligation to meet the needs of the little ones who are under their care.

And of the big ones?

It of course will depend on the workings of the internal gyroscope within a parent of adult children as it helps determine how the attachment patterns are going to play themselves out.  In my case I simply now have figured out why my daughters do NOT want to hear me express any of my FEELINGS, thoughts, observations, perspectives, etc. about how this move north is affecting me.  That puts ME in the position of (my guess) them feeling they need to caregive me at the same time they need me to be their ALPHA so that they can in some way rely upon me..

It is not my task at the moment – or perhaps to ever figure out what their exact specifjc needs are in the present moment.  All I needed to know to begin to balance out the complexity of my life right now with my girls in it is that just as Dr. Neufeld explains that all young children need their adult caregivers to be the core strength and ordering and organizing factor in their lives – to “be the answer to all of their needs and questions” – my grown girls need the same thing from me.  Because I have always taken my mothering very seriously I will respond without any questioning of them.

I simply have to put and keep the spotlight of my attention when I am interacting with them entirely upon THEM and not myself as much as I possibly can.  Just as I tried to do with all of my energy when they were young I need to NOT depend on them for “friendship.”  I need to get my own needs met elsewhere (which is very hard for me right now as I have given up all that is familiar and sustaining to me as I left my “old” life behind) and NOT depend on my girls now any more than I did when I was raising them.

Both of them are extremely caring and generous in giving to me as they can regarding physical, material and tangible needs to help me get THOSE needs met.  The deeper far more complex “emotional” needs that are in play here are the ones I am describing.

So, I have some adjustments to make.  I will need to monitor my entire patterns of interactions with my girls on every level and in every way.  I will make “mistakes,” no doubt, as I figure this out.  I write about this here but I have no intention of talking to either one of my girls about this as THAT would even be me making a bid for something from them.

Just saying….  Being a parent never ends in this lifetime!

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+LETTING OUR SELF OFF OF THE TRAUMA DRAMA TRAIN

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Friday, January 3, 2014.  Readers who have been following this blog for some time are aware that I have ten book manuscripts awaiting my daughter’s time for edit.  TIME?  In her life a most precious and nearly invisible asset.  She made it through a nearly final edit of the first book, Story Without Words, last June and only during her days off of her regular job last week was able to complete her edit so the manuscript could be moved along to two readers who will feed back their comments on this book which is the fulcrum point around which all of my other books swirl.

In the meantime there is a segment I have written within the 10th manuscript that I am frankly too lazy to go look for at this moment that is connected to the topic of this post.  Somehow, in spite of my great care in packing all my techy belongings as I left Arizona, I did not put my wireless mouse anywhere I can find it.  I detest the arrangement for “mousing around” on this old laptop so have my old wired mouse plugged into the only USB port on this machine.  My manuscripts are on one of my flash drives and without easy access to both a port and a mouse I can tolerate — well — this will have to do.

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I write in that book about how I see the stress response system in operation for humans.  Most simply there is a progression from startle-alert through anger, fear and sadness as we try to reestablish equilibrium so that we can continue on with our ordinary life.  I describe the energy and intent of each of these powerful survival-based emotions.  If we CANNOT cope immediately to resolve a “conflict” we leave the train station that sits at the edge of ordinary life and hop onto the trauma drama train.

I am used to thinking of trauma drama as being something we can always do without.  Not so.  It is often the nature of trauma drama reenactments we find ourselves in that contains the information we need to “get it” regarding the lessons that trauma has to teach us.

There is, however, a time when we are “beating a dead horse,” when enough is enough!  When we COULD have learned the lesson and COULD have exited the trauma drama train and instead whirl around endlessly in stuck patterns of refusal-to-deal, what is going on?

Again because my energies are currently rather depleted I am going to take the shortcut through this blog.  I cannot speak for anyone else and am too lazy at the moment to even speak of myself when it comes to patterns of endlessly circling through old trauma.  What I do want to say is that when I listen to another person who is stuck on their own trauma drama train cycling through the cars that correspond to the progression of survival emotions — and I have listened to the story before — and before that — and…..?

Well, I have discovered that I have an inner physical response to my own continued involvement in someone else’s TD!  I feel SLIMED!  Just as though I have been tarred with ICK and am sitting around waiting for the feathers to fall.

NO!!  I do not like this feeling.  When there is no helpful purpose for me in listening I am going to become brave enough to say, “I understand this is very important to you but I no longer wish to hear the same story repeated again.”  (Thanks but no thanks?)

I have some personal issues going on as I have returned to the scene of a failed marriage and after 30 years am now in the presence occasionally of my children’s father.  I never processed one single feeling at the end of that marriage.  I simply walked on with my life and he walked on with his.  The only thing I took with me (other than our wonderful children) was the belief — as I have found since returning here — that I was 100% responsible for the troubles that led to that divorce.

New me?  HOGWASH!  I think it’s fair to say that all difficulties in relationships are split 50-50.

So when I hear someone retreat back to obsolete (seems to me) rehashing of old relationship issues I want to know how that 50-50 is split.  In cases where the OTHER person is given 100% of the fault I wonder where the story teller’s 50% is.  In my case regarding my ex-husband it is the OTHER person’s 50% share that needs to be repositioned.

If it is shame based in self that disturbs the process of ending trauma drama cycles that shame — in my thinking — is attached to one or all of the primary stress response emotions (anger, fear, sadness).  It is not possible for me to work any of this out for another person.  I have a hard enough time managing my own swirling around versus STOP I WANT TO GET OFF patterns regarding drama that has turned into a retraumatizing experience.  Just saying…..

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+A WORD ABOUT FORGIVING (FOR GIVING)

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Friday, January 3, 2014.  At 62 years of age I can truthfully say that never until I read this book have I had any soul-level connection to what anyone has ever told me about FORGIVENESS.  Was I finally just ready to gain some tiny glimmer of understanding about this process now or is there something special in this book I read recently and recommend highly?

The Wind is My Mother by Bear Heart and Molly Larkin

If Bear Heart is still living he would be in his 90s.  What I understand about what he said about forgiveness is that IT IS FOR GIVING!

Well, how simple is that?

I think about how up until the moment I read his words I have always framed my thinking about the insanely (literally) horrible 18 years of abuse I suffered from birth by thinking that I know my mother’s and my father’s sickness of the body interfered with the ability of their soul to make informed choices in their lives.  In such cases I have always encouraged what I call “informed compassion.” rather than forgiveness because I suspect there are human-caused traumas that are so huge that forgiveness may simply not be relevant in any ordinary way.

A different light flipped on as I read Bear Heart’s take on forgiveness.  On all but the most HUGE and horrendous hurt-filled levels forgiveness is called for — and the need for it can be simply recognized — when any possibility of giving to the “guilty” person has been nullified.

Well, thinking about my mother I can still say that I cannot scan my being and find any sense that I ever did want to give anything to HER.  She doesn’t live in this world anymore anyway.  (Same with my father.)  What I DO see is that what I learn about her illness and about what she did to me I feel the desire to make something good out of to give out in any way I can.

This all then filters to how I interact with others around me and I am practising being able to notice when I block the feeling of wanting to give to someone because I have not forgiven them for some real or perceived injury.  Bear Heart states that forgiving and loving are part of the same reality.  If one loves they will forgive because one does not exist without the other.  Love is for giving as is life!

 These new insights and thoughts have opened a door for me into a wider and richer, more in-formed consideration of what it means that God, the Creator loves AND forgives me.  Just saying….

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+LIFE IN AND AROUND ME….

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Friday, January 3, 2014.  Good morning readers wherever you are!  Some of you have chosen to subscribe to this blog during my absence due to my recent major move.  I am affirming to myself that should you now choose to unsubscribe I can choose not to take this personally as some shame-filled reflection on my flaw-ness as a writer or as a human being!  Thank you for visiting here!

When a person embarks on healing the changes that then follow can be “dysregulating,” disorienting and disorganizing to our sense of ourself in our life because all of us with early relationship traumas during our most-rapid developmental stages of life suffer from some sort of insecure attachment disorder.  I believe it is important for us to define ourselves from our core self point of view when we can as we live our life even though our “symptoms” may make it most difficult to even know who we are — let alone anyone else.

In order to Stop the Storm of intergenerational transmission of trauma we must include a perspective on the degree of health and lack of health that exists within the community we reside in — and that includes ever-increasing circles of culture and society that powerfully influences how all of us see ourselves and the world.

I am going to backup and publish the collection of blog post notes that I have accumulated on my white legal pad of paper so that those words are retained here while the paper itself is recycled through the indoor worm compost containers I am trying to establish in my tiny apartment!  Yes, I can FEEL the wonderful life of those humble and most important creatures within my current living space.  My hope is to create soil to place in buckets on my greatly reduced garden space — and 8′ by 8′ cement slab outside my west-facing sliding glass door.

That soil is also feeding my motley collection of plants in here which include walking onions and grass garlic along with many aloe plants that will find their way into my green vegetable juices.  Flowers?  Well, as space allows.  My gauge on light health in this far northern place is the health of my plants which reflects the health of the environment I am trying to grow myself in along with my grandsons.  (It is again minus 30 degrees outside with windchill this morning.)

I certainly have no answers to the complexity of life that everyone faces.  I am most gratified that I found an apartment complex that is at least 75% full of refugees from around the world.  They have found their way to American sanctuary from Samoa, Sudan, Haiti, and Cambodia.  There is thus a flower garden of humans surrounding me and I hope eventually to meet some of these people personally.  So far they have all been most friendly and considerate when I encounter them around the place. 

In spite of the wickedness of this northern Plains winter they have found hope and safety probably for the first time in their life.  I am reminded of the fact that when I left home at 18 and escaped the psychotic abuse of my mother toward me by entering Navy boot camp I thought and felt as though I had died and gone to heaven!  I recognize that feeling even as I sense it pervading the giant Wal-Mart store where many of these refugees work and shop four blocks from where I live.

I am reminded of the depth and of the breadth of trauma around this world.  I am also now completely savvy to the fact that it is the quality of human attachments that most greatly determines the success of surviving trauma.  Without safe and secure attachments to other humans trauma WILL change our physiology at any age but most definitely during the critical developmental years of infancy and childhood.

All of us as early severe trauma survivors — and many with later severe trauma experiences — live daily with the reverberations of terror and threat in our physical body.  We have plenty of opportunities during any given day to work toward stopping the inner storm that our trauma survivorship has left us with.  Each encounter matters.  Each moment we can congratulate our self on still being here with our good intentions in life counts toward making the world a better place for all life now and in the future.

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