29 June 2019

Vulnerability

No one likes to feel the discomfort of being truly vulnerable.  Allowing ourselves to sit with fear, shame, and discomfort is an incredibly brave gift we can give ourselves when that is done with love and clear intention.  All fearful situations are not the same, tho they might feel and evoke similar sorts of sensations and reactions; so I encourage you to learn to differentiate between what is a dangerous situation that is harmful and a discomforting situation that is not.

I'm not talking about fear due to a dangerous situation, such as abuse~~that fear is a good thing because it is designed to save us from being in that sort of situation in the first place or helping us to sharpen our wits so that we can either flee, stop, or prevent the danger .  Fear can be a survival tool, alerting us to those threatening elements that might cause harm.

However, that is not the fear that I'm focusing on here.  I'm talking about that fear of judgement that prevents us from being true to ourselves, allowing our authentic selves to be expressed and seen.  Fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of shame, fear of thinking we simply are not good enough.   This fear can allow us to deny ourselves, causing us to be deeply ashamed of some aspect of ourselves.  Some part that ourselves is afraid that if we reveal it, others will judge us and we will not be accepted or loved~~so we shun that aspect, we might even loath that about ourselves.  This fear is also trying to protect us from being emotionally hurt thru rejection.  This fear can prevent us from expressing our opinions, our preferences, our needs, our desires, our thoughts, our feelings, and so on and so forth.  This type of fear can cause us to judge our own selves harshly, can cause us to stifle our own thoughts, can develop into significant problems as we experience inner conflict, confusion, anxiety, and all the physical sorts of sensations that the other type of fear triggers too, such as palpitations, trembling, sweating, pupil dilation or contraction, difficulty breathing, paling or flushing of skin, nerves tingling, and so forth.  Our minds and bodies react to fear as fear, not differentiating between situations and whether this fear is a good thing because there is real danger present or fear that may be further harming ourselves, preventing us from being our wholehearted selves and perhaps experiencing something wonderful because we are allowing our true selves to be seen, putting ourselves out there.  Being vulnerable to the risk of rejection by being our honest true authentic selves is a huge deal.

Why is that important?  How can that be a good thing?  Why risk the danger that we might be judged, that we might be rejected, that we might be ridiculed, that we might be found to be less than perfect and flawed?

Well, peace of mind is essential.  Inner conflict that can arise due to fear of exposure and shame can cause anxiety, which then triggers more fear, which places incredible amounts of stress on our physical system and our mental well being, as our mind and body interprets that as danger and we are in a constant fight/flight/freeze survival mode.  We need time to fully recover from those intense reactions that cause spikes in blood pressure as our system shifts the flow of blood from our organs to our muscles, tensing them, which can cause spasms that can develop into more severe physical trauma and damage that is harder to address the more often this occurs~~the longer we stay in this state, the more harm we do to ourselves.

So in the effort to prevent rejection from others that will cause hurt and shame, we are then inflicting enormous amounts of pressure on ourselves, resulting in harming our own minds and bodies.  This vicious cycle can become a way of life, as we hurt ourselves more and more in the effort to be accepted and loved by others, who we fear might reject us and not be supportive, loving, and caring of us.  We are rejecting our own selves because we fear others' rejection.  We become more disconnected from our own selves, thrusting ourselves into turmoil, inner conflict, anxiety, depression, and other harmful manifestations to our own well being.  As the chaos within seeks release and relief, we might feed addictions, lash out at others, creating outer conditions to match our inner conditions which may have already been a result of some outer condition.  So the cycle goes and grows.

So what do we do?  How can we either slow this down, stop this, and be better to ourselves and others?  The key is allowing ourselves to be vulnerable, to be curious about our own inner thoughts, feelings, and reactions~~to feel the fear and examine it, to lean into that fear, walk into it, to sit down with it, to give ourselves the time and safe space to look at the fear directly to see what is at the heart of it, why are we experiencing this dread, this fear, this overwhelming choking sensation that is catapulting us into frantic frenetic reaction to avoid this fear, to make this fear go away?  And yet, that doesn't seem to work, the fear grows and grows and we become more and more avoidant, trying to deny that fear of our own selves, to cut that piece down or out, to shun it, to scream it into submission as it grows and grows and grows, til we fear the fear that might swallow us whole.

Once we can examine that fear tho, we might begin to heal, to diffuse the fear, finding it is manageable and not nearly as terrible as we once had thought.  We might learn some valuable things about ourselves and begin to express those aspects, braving rejection that might not actually be present and if it is, do we really need or want to be around those that cannot not and do not accept us for ourselves?  If we can feel the fear, be brave enough to look at ourselves,  be vulnerable enough to allow others to see ourselves, risking their judgement, we might find that they accept us, embrace us, love us.  Or not.  Their rejection might hurt, it might disappoint, it might mean that we have to realize that they are not supportive of us in that way and that perhaps we will want to find others who are supportive, who do love us for us, just as we are.  But that hurt that results from others' rejection is probably going to be way less harmful than the hurt we are already inflicting on ourselves while we are squashing our own selves in the effort to fit in where we don't thrive, flourish, are accepted with all our quirks and perks, and belong.

Yesterday, I was incredibly vulnerable, time after time, in various circumstances, as I faced my own fears and encountered some rejections, yes, but way more acceptances.  As I received others' praise and accolades, I felt loved and validated; but even more importantly, I felt the satisfaction of my own self expression.  A certain calmness bloomed within and I clicked into place, coming home to myself in a more complete way that allowed me to breathe deeper and more freely than I have in about a month or so.  I felt my inner turmoil quiet and dissipate as I'd reached some resolutions for my own self.  As I bravely risked rejection by allowing my vulnerable self to be present, to be seen, I also found acceptance, true belonging, and love within myself, for myself, and because of myself.  The acceptance and love from others?  It's great too, yes; but it was like the icing on the cake of my own deliciousness.

Being brave and having the courage to be vulnerable doesn't always manifest in such huge momentous ways.  Sometimes, I feel vulnerable just expressing a different opinion than the group consensus.   Sometimes the discomfort of expressing a boundary instead of allowing it to be violated can feel incredibly dangerous, as I am risking that the other person may grow angry, rejecting me in that moment.  This can be a minor but still important things, such as seeing to my own self care rather than seeing to someone else's.  But I do it anyway, because if the matter causes inner conflict, than it is important enough of a matter to pay attention to and examine.  My own healthy well being and peaceful state of mind is worth my attention, worth my acceptance, worth my showing up and being present, worth my vulnerability, worth my brave courage, worth my own self care in the face of others' judgement and possible rejection, worth my own support and full acceptance, and worth my own love~~because I will always be there for me, even if it takes awhile for me to show up for my own self because I was too scared to risk vulnerability, eventually, I am here for me, and that's essential and worthwhile.

Aren't you also worthy?

24 June 2019

Gottman, Giovanni, and Jerry {& me}

This autumn, Jerry and I celebrate ten years of marriage.  In many ways, we never left the honeymoon stage.  So he was a bit confused when not quite two years ago, I suggested we do a couple's retreat.  "There's nothing wrong with us," he said and I agreed.  Still do.

So I explained that I thought that since we had had several years worth of other~oriented stuffs, it would be good to refocus on us, as a couple and as individuals within that couplehood.  Besides, I never really thought of a couple's retreat as being a fix~it for a troubled relationship.  Couple's retreats can bring you even closer.  Or at the very least, give you the time and space to indulge in each other for the weekend, pampering each other, focusing on each other, being catered to, and perhaps even learning a thing or two along the way.  It's a time to relax, to retreat, to rest, to restore, to regroup.

And so I found Niki Kissell at Circle of Light Unlimited in Florida and we set up a very special couple's retreat that was solely for one couple, just my husband and myself.  It took place in February 2018 and was amazing.  Jerry and I enjoyed it very much.  Jerry surprised himself with how much he appreciated the loving supportive atmosphere that Niki provided.  I loved how much Jerry loved it, that just made it all the better for me.

In Niki's welcome basket, she had put all sorts of goodies, including an interesting deck of cards which included both the love map and open ended questions by the Gottman Institute.  We'd asked each other a few questions that first night, reinforcing that we know each other pretty damn well, as we were able to answer the questions for ourselves and for our partners.

Over the last year and a half, we would sometimes use the questions as conversational starters when traveling, while at dinner, and even while ringing in 2019.  Sometimes, we'd follow the tangents off into more interesting paths through some awesome territory.  Other times, we might go for several weeks without turning to the deck; then we might discuss six or seven of them in one sitting.  It just depended.  Each time tho, we were pretty much able to easily answer the questions about each other or have some general idea what the other person might answer about themselves.

Then a couple weeks ago, we headed to Virginia, having worked our way thru most of one deck in the last year or so.  In a few hours, we finished that deck and then turned to the other.  By the time we stopped for lunch, that deck was finished too.  Our take away was that we know each other very well and tho there were a few pleasant surprises, the reassurance of how well we DO know each other was comforting and also...effortless.

Relationships can be lots of work.  Ours has not been.  I didn't realize how effortless and good a relationship can be, til I met Jerry and came to know him.  I am truly a very lucky girl, in oh! so many ways.

One question that he could not answer was my favorite poem, but then again, why would he know that?  I'm not a poetry loving kinda gal.  My favorite poet is Dorothy Parker {who said that men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses}, while my favorite poem is by Nikki Giovanni, has been since I was a young woman:
I Wrote a Good Omelet
...and ate a hot poem, after loving you.
Buttoned my car and drove my coat home
...in the rain, after loving you
I goed on red and stopped on green, floating somewhere in between
...being here and being there, after loving you
I rolled my bed, turned down my hair
...slightly confused, but I don't care
Laid out my teeth, gargled my gown,
then I stood and laid me down
...to sleep, after loving you.

Jerry guessed Robert Frost's "Road Not Taken", which was a very good guess and probably does rank right up there in my top five, along with Max Ehrmann's "Desiderata".  But nothing quite satisfies my lusty soul like "I wrote a Good Omelet".  It's rather toothsome on all sorts of levels.

So to use Gottman Institute terms, ahem, I feel we've a "sound relationship house", built on understanding, connection, and intimacy.   Our relationship is rich in acceptance, belonging, love, trust, honesty, and valuing each other's worth.  Jerry is an easy man to love; and he loves me, as I am, as I was, and as I will be.

And who can ask for anything more than that?

Why yes, I CAN tell you how to get to Sesame Street!

I love NPR's Tiny Desk Concerts, which cover a wide range of musicians, types of music, and has been around for quite some time.  So I just had to watch the Sesame Street edition that came out today.  It made me smile and brought back a plethora of memories:  sitting on the shag carpeted living room floor of my favorite grandmother {which is why I chose to be called "grandma" by my husband's younger grandchildren}, watching the show along with 4321 Contact, Electric Company, School House Rock, Hatchy Milatchy, Mr. Roger's, and almost any other children's programming on PBS on the large wood~framed floor unit TV that was rather popular thru the sixties and seventies.  Grandma's was one of the only places I could watch TV, but only for an hour or two, when we visited from our own home that was about two or three hours away.  I had to sit a good distance from the TV, and if I did sing or dance along with the characters, I had to do so quietly, so that I would not disturb the adults.  I do know there were several times I got carried away and belted out "sing, SING a SONG" and capered about, jumping, spinning, and attempting to turn cartwheels which ended with me merely tumbling across the floor because I had terrible balance, but I didn't care; the pure joy of Sesame Street's character's inviting ME to join with all the other children was too much to keep stifled into a cross legged seated position.

Without further ado, take it away Count!!