I thought I would add a personal example from my own experience to illustrate the challenges of peeling the onion of psychological trauma. I’m going to use the frame of what I call my “mommy issues”, because many people have significant challenges with maintaining healthy romantic attachments.
My mother was an alcoholic, and a sociopath. She abused me emotionally, physically, and sexually. This resulted in me having more than my share of issues around my connections with women.
My mother was a smart woman, as many sociopaths are. She read a lot, and taught high school English. She wrote poetry and had a literary bent to her. She was a fairly serious intellectual, and avowed feminist. It was only later that I discovered that her feminism was just a smokescreen for her emotional sadism.
Before my recovery really got going, I remembered that from the age of six, my mother treated me better than my father did. While she was angry and emotionally abusive, she was less so than my father. My father was impossibly emotionally distant and directed his verbal rage at me freely. This had profound and lasting effects on me. I trusted women more than men as a result.
This meant that I sought women out for companionship and friendship. I had severe difficulties with forming any kind of serious relationships with men. I tended to see them as activity partners rather than friends.
In college, I found my first girlfriend my junior year, and stayed with her almost 11 years. Our relationship was troubled from the beginning, because we were both emotionally troubled. We both struggled with our mental health challenges, and neither one of us had a conscious understanding of where our issues were coming from. The depression was crushing at times.
From that relationship until last year, the mental health challenges of my partners were something that felt personal to me. While intellectually, I got to the point where I understood that my partner’s problems were not about me, it still didn’t feel that way. Whenever they would withdraw or get angry, it felt very personal. Even though most of the time it had nothing to do with me, I felt responsible their behavior and what they were feeling.
This is how my mother trained me. She even told me that everything I did was a reflection of her. Even before I understood that her sociopathic viewpoint, I knew that my sole purpose in life was to make her look good and take care of her. This is a common problem with people who project their issues onto others.
The thing about these kinds of belief systems is that they get burned into your mind and body when they are reinforced with physical and sexual abuse. I had to be responsible for her, because my life and my body were on the line. As far as my evolutionary machinery was concerned, my mother’s moods were deadly serious business. That meant that I took my partner’s moods with equal seriousness.
Over the years I got better about boundaries, and I got better about disconnecting from people who were not treating me well. It was a serious struggle. I had to do immense amounts of work around feeling responsible for others upsets. I got better and better about being emotionally present for others regardless of what they were going through.
Last year, I met a woman at a party who became my girlfriend. We had quite a few things in common, and we enjoyed each other’s company immensely. The chemistry was really good. However, there were some problems from the start.
She was a nurse, and was super busy. It was not unusual for her to work 80 hours a week. She ran herself repeatedly into the ground emotionally and physically at work, and didn’t have much time for anything else, especially given that she had a child.
This meant that she had little time for me, and often would cancel seeing me at the last minute. At first, this frustrated me immensely. I was totally into her, and she was unable to make me a consistent priority. As usual, it felt personal, even though I knew it wasn’t.
Given that I knew it wasn’t personal, I kept purging. I slogged through some brutal flashbacks of abandonment and my mother telling me I would never be good enough.
A few months into our relationship, her lateness and cancelling no longer upset me. I would have preferred to see more of her, of course. But I was happy to just write and wait for her to show up. If she made it, great. If not, I had other things to do that were good too.
By historical standards, this was a shocking development. It was radically different than how I had felt before. Even more noteworthy was what happened a few months ago though. While we were together, she got upset, and left crying, telling me that she needed some time alone. I walked her out the door, reminding her that she was not alone in whatever she was facing. That was the last time I saw her.
I wrote her a few times expressing my concern and support, but I have yet to hear anything substantial back from her. Of course, I love her, and hope she feels better, but I don’t feel responsible for what she’s going through. I’ll support her to what extent I can if she’s ready for me.
What was stupefying about this development was that it didn’t bother me. I didn’t take it personally at all. In fact, I felt positive. I’d been there for her, and I felt great about the time we had had together. I had done what I could, and I felt great about that.
There are people who are not ready for what you have to offer them. That’s nobody’s fault. But staying connected and focusing on people who aren’t ready for what you have to offer them limits you. That’s why you can gain so much from looking for better things out there. When you stay connected to what you don’t want, it limits the time and energy you have for what you do want.
Since then, I found another relationship that is even better than the one that I had before. I feel very fortunate about that. However, I doubt it would be possible for it to be doing as well as it is if I hadn’t worked so hard on my last one.
I hope this illustrates some of the challenges of peeling the recovery onion as well as giving some hope to all of you out there that could use some. Best of luck to everyone in walking their recovery path.