Thursday, January 16, 2014

Emotional Baseline Earthquake

My baseline of emotional pain has shifted.  The foundations which are my own personal paradigms of how I view myself, have been shaken where I respect and value myself.  From that foundation, I can validate myself and am able to allow that truth to guide my discernment in who I go to for validation and affirmation, and who I will not accept invalidation from any more.

From my own childhood, I grew up feeling emotionally invisible and disregarded.  The less 'needy' I could get myself to feel, the better life seemed to go within my family-of-origin.  This was my normal, my relational-emotional template, my baseline that I operated from, with its foundations unchallenged or unexamined until I entered into recovery a couple of years ago, on the other side of a downward spiral.

The downward spiral was inevitable, even though I was unaware of it at the time.  I'd been surviving so long with trying to medicate my emotional needs away through pseudo intimacy and pseudo spirituality via a confining Fundamentalist Christian religion which brought me to hitting my rock bottom, just as a drug addict experiences before entering into recovery.

Feeling numb to my own emotional needs was my learned-baseline, and within a Fundamental Christian religion, it was viewed as pretty damn 'spiritual', I had it made.  My drug of choice was readily available and I was enabled through the same people who were also addicted to my drug of choice, and I enabled them in return.  It was quite a successful drug ring, it was all legal and respected by mainstream Christianity.  My dysfunction fit very well into this religious pedagogy I rigidly adhered to, and I could feed my ego with it until God intervened through a crisis of my denial's own making.  That is God's grace - saving me from my own denial in which I could not have recognized on my own.

Indifference to my unmet emotional needs and its pain felt 'safe' to me, because it was my normal...the pain was familiar.  It was not a deviation from what I was programmed to accept as "just the way things are".  My emotional thermostat was programed to hold steady at "0".  Not needing anything emotional from my relationships.  I was programmed to be OK and tolerant with not needing any emotional deposits or investments which would carry me over to above a "0".  Contributions like attunement, empathy, nurturing, validation, affirmation, affection and emotional reciprocity would have overloaded me because I was programmed to sit comfortably at "0".  While at the same time I did not receive overt negatives or withdrawals in the form of visible and obvious physical or sexual abuse.  I didn't have regular black eyes and bruises to prove my inner pain.  Neglect left me at a numb "0" - surviving proudly because I was not physically dead, but not truly alive and thriving either.  That kind of stuff was for the really "needy" people.  In my childhood, my baseline of "emotional safety" was programmed to alarm me only if I was to be dramatically physically (beat) or sexually abused (raped), neglect wouldn't register on my radar, because then I'd be in constant alarm and feeling my depravity on a regular basis.  That is the sly nature of neglect.

Then I experienced the wake-up call.  There was an earthquake through a personal and marital crises where I came to admit that my "normal" I had learned to settle for simply wasn't working anymore and that I was powerless to make it or fake that it worked for me.  I could not persist in my dysfunction by subconsciously trying to fend off these emotional needs and come off as being "super spiritual", and in an attempt to do so, sabotaging myself from getting them met in healthy ways.

Currently, I have announced I will divorce my husband of almost 10 years.  I find myself going through all the different stages of grief in a 24-hour period.  From denial, to anger, to bargaining, to depression...and even getting glimpses of acceptance, though they are still fleeting.

Right now, I am acknowledging that I've been in and out of denial.  It is so easy to fall back into being complacent through tolerating my previous "normal" emotional baseline of neglect.  Why?  -Because when it comes to the pain I feel through the particular nature of the abuse I am so well accustomed to, it is so easily hidden because it is not physically manifested to the unaided eye.  It is emotionally and spiritually visible to the emotionally and spiritually discerning person though.  The abuse I am so familiar with is covert and is emotionally/psychologically rooted in shame.  It's roots are under many thick layers of concrete denial, which requires lots of taboo-ish types of digging and demolishing to get at.  I've had a shovel in my hand for several years, as well as inviting others who have earned my trust to come along and shovel out the layers of denial, deception and bullshit along with me.

Until an abuser comes to the awareness of their own shame, and grieves with others, themselves and a loving God of their understanding, over the covert abuse they themselves received in their own childhood, it is impossible for them to see how they themselves inflict the same abuse onto others.  The abuse from having to fear their parents if they did not comply, and being punished or humiliated when trying to get their own valid emotional needs met in their early childhood emotionally stifled and crippled them, and when that wound is unattended to - the abuse cycles through to others.  Forgiveness is on the tail-end of this.  How can I forgive the abuser of the abuse which I am in denial of?  That's putting the cart before the horse.  When forgiveness is attempted to be given in order to bypass having to experience pain and grief over what happened, then I am short-circuiting myself from healing and becoming whole.  By doing so, I am unconsciously playing with kids as we play with fire.  I will prevent the cycle of abuse from being broken.  I will complicitly be passing this infected wound down to others I am in relationships with, especially my children and not excluding my spouse.  This is how I see shame and the ensuing sins getting passed down from one generation to the next, while abusing my children in the name of  "for their own good".

When I say 'abuse', I'm referring to a pattern of behavior that aims to control someone else which results in harming them.  Not only the kind of overt harm that can land you in jail, but harm that injures relationships with one's self, others and God.  I have to make that distinction because we've all been hurt and in turn, hurt others.  Abuse isn't just the presentation of hurt, or a black eye or a bloody nose.  Abuse is a pattern of behavior that usually gets denied and unacknowledged, and therefore doesn't get corrected or repaired. Sometimes abuse has only emotional wounds, but it is still abuse.  It still causes harm, and if left unhealed, they will eventually manifest physically in various degrees of presentation from addictions to other compulsive behaviors regardless of how culturally accepted they are (work, religion, codependence, being ultra healthy), and/or in some form of a physical illness or chronic pain.  That is my belief and understanding at this time, however it is evolving just as I am.  While I don't believe every single ache and pain can be exclusively attributed to a particular unhealed abuse, either by one's self or by others, I think abuse that isn't healed and remains stored in denial, contributes way more to our physical pains and addictions that what we realize.

How did I survive the covert emotional abuse, which is also known as emotional neglect, in my own upbringing?  -Through escaping the pain and trying to alleviate my suffering through compulsively entering in and exiting out of emotionally unsafe and dysfunctional dating relationships with guys who exploited me and I colluded with it because I did not know my own worth.  I knew nothing different.

My family is where the nurturing my emotional health would have most safely been acknowledged and met, albeit  imperfectly, if it is met more than not or promptly repaired/corrected when it caused harm, that is good enough.  But this was not my experience in my family growing up, in my early childhood or adolescent years.  To survive this developmental emotional needs being neglected, I had developed a compulsive dependency to be validated and affirmed by an emotionally unavailable and unsafe male who would usually sexually exploit me, while my emotional needs were being numbed out within my own family because when I tried to get them met I instead received shame for having such 'big' emotional needs in the first place.  The shame often came as a result of me trying to get my own emotional needs met when I felt hurt and angry, so I practiced self-sabotaging behaviors due to the compelling driving force of both my unmet emotional needs in combination of my parents' own denied and unconscious toxic shame from their own childhoods.

My current marriage is not working for me anymore, because of this emotional baseline shift from an earthquake of a spiritual awakening.  My current husband doesn't perceive and access safety like I do now, but rather perceives it the way I used to before this earthquake which has demolished my old self-image of my emotional needs being less than important.  I used to perceive safety in terms of primarily physical indicators.  But shame is not safe, not because of the immediate physical harm it inflicts, but because shame (which is believing I am bad) lends itself to seeking relief through sin and the shame that further ensues from sin and sin plus shame separates me further from myself and from God, and propels me further into sin and shame...until the gift that a crises can unwrap of admitting I am powerless over controlling other people, places and things in order to meet my needs and that my life has become unmanageable.







Incognito Transparency

I have gone incognito.

If you've followed my blogs before this, you'll know it's still the same author.  If not, I will write anonymously.  There is a freedom in self-reflective writing while keeping my identity incognito.  I do not do this to deceive or disguise my true self while I'm in relationships with real people.

The people who I currently trust and choose to be in closest relationships with know who I am, and they would not be shocked by my disclosures here.  I mainly do this to protect the anonymity of others who are not writing my blog, but whom I interact with because I do not live my life in a vacuum, nor do I live my life with people who are all OK with such self-disclosure, and that is what I want to honor.  This is about me and my story of reclaiming my authentic self, and not about other people, but at the same time, wanting to value the anonymity of other people.  I'm sure many will be able to relate with parts of my story here, and anonymity highlights the dynamics and principles of relationships that humanity knows well without being distracted by the identities of particular people.

My hope is that others will be able to see themselves and parts of their own story within mine, and be touched by me just being honest about my story, about my life because I believe Truth is transcendent.  But how do I come to know and see Truth if people will not be transparent enough to let it reveal it's essence and character in their own lives?  That is what steers me, the desire to help alleviate the suffering which I have experienced and have contributed to myself and perpetuated to others as well.  It's been from a fear-based control that disguised itself well as being "righteous" and "spiritual" but required hiding my own subjective truths so that I could try and claim my possesion of an Ultimate Truth.  I am coming to believe that Ultimate Truth, or this Higher Power, is perfectly capable for revealing itself/himself/herself (my Higher Power is not a human being confined to a gender) to those who are open and desiring to see and experience Ultimate Reality and Truth themselves, which requires the dismantling of shame's toxicity, not through ignoring or pretending it away, but through confronting it, stripping it down, and therefore reclaiming the truth and my dignity because that is what remains standing in the rubble - my dignity.

Please make yourself at home here.  Your identity will be kept anonymous, and so will mine.  People who know me personally will not see a completely different version of the me they interact with.  I value being consistent in who I am and how I perceive people, places and things within my own story, while also trying to discern a balance of sharing my story honestly while also honoring others in my life who do not feel comfortable living their lives with such an open-book approach because it is indeed scary and risky.

The risk is worth it to me, and this is evidence of shame's toxicity already being stipped down of its power over me.

Truth is transcendent and I want it to transcend in and through my own life, both in front and behind the 'curtain' of living as a human being.  There are two distinctions of truth, the metaphysical Truth of a Higher Power and how I am learning to relate to this Being, and there is, my subjective truth (which is equally as valuable when in a reciprocal relationship with my Higher Power) which is my truth, of which I am the most qualified and credentialed expert on and in which my Higher Power is not intimidated or threatened by when I share it explicitly, but is honored by my disclosure of it.

This blog will continue to serve as an asset for me in my own recovery from toxic shame and all the various forms and patterns it has manifested in my life.  As I see it now, my greatest liability isn't that I've become transparent in my living in terms of my own inner world, but rather it is that I deceive myself into believing I can fool others more than I can fool myself by maintaining two different personas with conflicting archetypes of what it is to be markedly human and markedly spiritual.

By living in fear of my asset of living transparently, I am feeding a corpse, an illusion of who I am - which is the false self who I've learned to create in order to survive a life that's been injected with toxic shame.  There is no escape from being human and being injected with toxic shame.  It isn't a measurement of the worth and dignity of my parents or my personal environment and relationships that impact me, which leads me to conclude that I was injected with toxic shame.  It is a conclusion I've come to make from being born outside of 'Eden', outside of Paradise or 'Heaven' which I acknowledge and validate my desire and longing to return to within as good, with the awareness and acceptance that though I cannot force my outside environment or external relationships to long and seek to return to that place or paradise, I can do that for my own self.  I can do this internally, and I either support that decision or confound it primarily through the intimate relationships I chose to participate in.

This is a journey that takes up a lifespan.  One day at a time.

Peace to all those who visit here.


Thursday, January 2, 2014

The Year 2013 in Review

2013 was a year of self-discovery and growth for me in recovery.  What I discovered was my true voice, and I practiced (imperfectly but persistently) using it in ways which represented my inner-truths out of a place of equally valuing myself with others whom I otherwise felt certain degrees of shame-based intimidation if I questioned or disagreed with them openly.  I experienced trusting myself more, and therefore fearing less what other people might or might not think of me.

There was the experience of using my voice to challenge my own therapy when it resulted in painful shame and confusion, and being sidelined by a clinical director who wouldn't take me seriously until others intervened.  I also was candid about being openly concerned about another person within a leadership role of a non-profit organization ministering to emotionally/spiritually vulnerable women, which ultimately led to me voluntarily stepping down from leadership.

During this time period and shortly following it, I was receiving weekly one-hour speech therapy for a functional voice disorder MTD (Muscle Tension Dysphonia) at the University of Minnesota Lions Voice Clinic that had been formally treated and misdiagnosed as GERD, for nearly 8 years.  The exact etiology?  I may never know.  Perhaps I had trauma at birth by having my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.  I have no access to my medical birth records in Korea to find out.  What I do know is that in my speech therapy, I learned that the way I've always functionally used my voice was in an overly strained manner.  Structurally and organically, nothing was wrong with my voice, the cause was only how I used my voice muscles when I spoke or when I constricted them to contain words and/or emotions.  The muscles surrounding my voice box had been overly strained by expelling too much energy/force, for too many years towards constricting the muscles when I was and wasn't using my voice, which led to random and sporadic strong prick sensations in my throat/voice area.  It rendered me voiceless at times and caused me social anxiety because it would often result in uncontrollable coughs, then gagging and sometimes vomiting.  It was awful.

Another likely cause of this repetitive strain injury to my voice muscles was overly using the muscles to get my epiglottis to hold back tears or strong emotions that would evoke certain muscle being relaxed in order to cry.  In short: holding back my tears was a likely cause of the MTD.  I had to re-learn how to breath and relax and trust my body.  I had to learn how to relax my muscles when speaking, breath differently while speaking, and how to speak louder without overly constricting my voice muscles.  I also learned how to relax my voice muscles should I ever have another episode of the throat pricks from hell.

It has been over 6 months since I had an episode.  Even though I am using my voice to say what I wanna say, I am using a lot less force and a lot less restraint in order to not say what I want to say.  Metaphorically and literally speaking (no pun intended), I've re-learned how to use my voice in ways that are healthy to my body, heart and soul.

In 2014, I hope to keep using what I've learned in using my voice so I don't find myself overly restrained by trying so hard to hold words and feelings in, and then forcing them out to get relief when the sum total is more than I can contain and also be healthy.  A certain amount of emotional and verbal containment is healthy, but I was over and beyond that limit, for who knows how long.  I also want to learn through practice, when to use my voice and when it's time to give my voice a rest, because no matter what I say, how many times I say it, or how loud I say it, I am not being heard and it has nothing to do with my voice.  I am more open than ever in discovering other choices I have when this happens and then to make them accordingly.

A pivotal lesson I've learned in 2013 isn't how to just physically make my voice function better for me, but rather to see and acknowledge that my voice is a powerful yet delicate instrument (physically and emotionally) in displaying how I value my own self while in relationship with others, including my own self.

Welcome 2014, I am excited to see what you will bring forth out of me.