Sometimes it's not even sort of fun to write about those things, but I love doing it. I get a great deal of positivity out of airing my insecurities and the things in my life that have shamed me.
I write the most about my childhood and teen years and mostly avoid my late teens and twenties. I would love to share my experiences with being a twenty-something adult, but I mean, I have to take a lot into consideration before I could do that. My husband's family could be reading this. My husband IS reading this right now. I hope that someday my children will read everything I've written about them and myself and our lives and the ways we've grown together. I don't ever want to say anything that would make my family cringe a real, deserved cringe.
Hopefully you can understand why I feel okay with talking about something as far removed from my present as my upbringing. My life as a child in an oppressive home, under the pressure of an oppressive religion has nothing to do with my children or husband. None of it was my fault. I didn't choose to be born in a trailer park, you know?
All the ways I lived as a twenty-six year old, I picked those. I picked a lot of things that I would love to spill, but since the grandparents of my children could be reading this, I leave the drugs and most of the rock n roll out. Because my husband is reading this, I leave out the long string of crushing and humiliating endeavors I set out on in the name of boys. He doesn't want to hear all that, and quite frankly, neither do you.
So, maybe it seems like I'm fixated on growing up, or like my childhood really threw me for a loop or something. Really, my entire life up until I had children was an exercise in being unsuitable and indecent. I only allude to so much of it because I just don't want to make anybody feel ashamed to be related to me.
I am not a private person, but I respect the fact that other people are.
I am always going on about how I want to live honestly. I don't mean that I care about being honorable or that you don't see me as a liar. I know I'm not those things. When I say that I try to live honestly, I mean that I try as hard as I can to present something to the world that resembles what I'm thinking, on the inside. I try not to project that I'm better than I feel. I try to live in a way that, the people who are around me understand that every terrible thought they have about themselves, all the ways they feel ashamed and sickened and all the times they curl against their fear and embarassment... all of those things you keep yourself awake at night trembling over. I try to live in a way where you can see all of those things about me. I don't want anybody to have to dig to find out that I am all of those things on the inside, too, just like you.
I believe whole heartedly that keeping secrets about yourself is an absolutely harmful thing to do. Every time you're scared or ashamed and you close it up tight, looking both ways to be sure that no one witnessed your embarassment, and hold that thing inside of you, you're killing yourself. You're rendering yourself powerless.
I used to hold a lot of things inside of me. I used to feel terrified that, if someone were to point out how not good enough I really was, I wouldn't be able to handle it. I was made up of a bunch of reflective surfaces and mud walls. All I wanted was for people to believe that I was well put together. I was happy, in a world full of secretly unhappy people. I wanted people to look at me and think, "She must not feel as bad as I do, because look at her. She's so big and colorful and bold."
Living that way was hard.
People believe it would be too hard to say to the world, "Yes, I know that I'm fat and it embarrasses me," or whatever your deal is. Are you stupid or ugly or nervous or awkward or afraid of your sexuality or boring or neurotic or injured or damaged or whatever? We're all something and we walk around with our coats buttoned up, saying to everybody,
It's so hard to feel that way all the time!
It's so much easier to say the things that poison you inside, to get them outside of you so that you can see them in the light. It's kind of how those things that kept you up all night seem silly in the morning. Once you can see them for what they are, they don't really have any power. They're just smoke.
There's never been any secret about myself that has been worth keeping.
So, if you've wondered why I write the way I do about my life, I hope this explains things. Out of all the choices I've made about living life, being able to humiliate myself by telling the truth has been the most freeing and positive thing I've done.
I'm afraid of everything! That's why I'm not afraid of anything.
Join the club, and great job. I can't get enough of your writing. We're all afraid of everything.
ReplyDeleteI was just talking about something similar to this, and how I practice putting the things out there that I would have formerly judged myself very harshly. To learn this I had to check how I was treating myself and thinking about myself up against how I would treat and think about a beloved friend. It took some practice before I could see naturally that I deserved the compassion I would mete out to others.
ReplyDeleteI remember an acting teacher who once told us to put on four inch heels and a miniskirt, and then walk down the street where the streetwalkers (as they were called ... it was the '80s!) to feel the humiliation and get over ourselves. Of course, being that I had a disassociative disorder at the time, it wouldn't have done that much for me. But writing things, commenting, putting my thoughts and feelings out there, I can't disassociate from those! So there's a realness in it.
I'm so grateful to be in the same club as you. I think you're pretty terrific. And I'm afraid of everything and nothing too. If I think about it too much.
I think people wonder why I write the sort of things I do, too. And it's largely because of the things you wrote about. It's freeing; I don't want to feel ashamed anymore; and it's good therapy.
ReplyDeleteAnd also it's because I can. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, haters. ;)
I love this post. Thank you for articulating so clearly your ideas about living honestly and being comfortable with yourself. I used to be in that place and feel like I am heading to that place, again. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteI love it and I love you girls. You are awesome. I definitely think the point of writing the truth about yourself is realness. It is totally freeing and empowering and I'm so happy to know so many great women who are willing to be as upfront as they can be.
ReplyDeleteGreat post as always.
ReplyDeleteI think what happens to us in our childhood, creates what we become as adults.
Almost everyone has ghosts in their closets, but not everyone opens those doors.
Opening these doors whether in a blog, or a book, or a therapy session, is what makes us stand back and give a hard look at the events in the past. We choose the path as adults, good or bad.
You have shown many readers, that the right path is available to anyone who chooses it.
that makes total sense! i'm so glad you put it all out there. feeling unwanted feelings isn't fun - in fact it really fucking sucks - but it's the healthiest thing you can do for yourself. our world is still very much under the rule of those 50's ideals to keep imperfect things hidden in the shadows. our grandparents taught our parents, who then taught us. it's a cycle that i work very hard to break with my clients in therapy as well as in my personal life. i think it's amazing that you are so open about your childhood. you may never know it, but i'm sure there are people out there who gain great hope for their lives from reading about how you overcame your experiences. you are happy, with a beautiful family, and a great outlook on life. there are so many kids that i wish i could send your way. hey, ever think about being a counselor/therapist/social worker?
ReplyDeleteAm I the first to admit that sometimes I still hide? I'm very ready to be raw and out there - and you know more than most, Amanda, that in so many ways I already am - but I'm also so sick and tired of being labeled, boxed, and put away by people who just don't get it.
ReplyDeletePeople who maybe haven't reached that next level and realized that - hey - we ARE all afraid of everything. We ARE all completely imperfect and THAT is why we are all so deserving of love and compassion.
I have to keep hiding the most secret parts of me because, even though I have lived my life knowing that no matter what I do people will always have a false perception of me, I'm sensitive. And I don't want their misconceptions and their misjudgments to be in my face like that all the time. Sometimes I just need to curl up in my bubble and be. Quietly be.
Oh my god, Farren, that is so totally okay! If I didn't find admitting things to be so freeing, I totally wouldn't do it. If you feel like more harm than good comes from telling your dirty secrets, by all means, keep them for yourself! I don't believe that my way of doing things is the right way. Just the right way for me. I love you and GET you just as you are.
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