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anitaParticipantHow are you, Clara?
July 24, 2025 at 6:29 am in reply to: growing up – becoming adul / procrastination – in connection to childhood trauma #447893
anitaParticipantHow are you, Robi?
anitaParticipantHow are you, Lisa?
anitaParticipantHow are you, Laven?
anitaParticipantI see so much good in people, such that I didn’t see before.. so much good I missed, good intention, goodwill..
There’s a lot to build on.. to unite, not divide; to forgive, not revenge.
9:11 pm, Wed night, July 23.. light outside. Birds chirping.. all is good.
Anita
anitaParticipantWhen revenge rules, unbearable destruction follows: physical, mental.. (mental IS physical)
Underneath it all is Love.. Love unreciprocated, love misinterpreted. Love punished.
Maybe we all want to be seen as LOVE.. but our love distorted, is the source of all evil.
Anita
anitaParticipantJournaling, stream of consciousness (Trigger Warning, as always):
TOXIC shame imprinted into my brain, killing my heart.. making it bleed.
Putting my life in a half-century hold.
Not here (alive), not there (dead).
Neurological, psychiatric afflictions to follow the not-here, nor-there existence:
Diagnosed OCD, Tourette’s, Major Depression.. and more diagnoses (I am embarrassed about naming them all)
All because I was.. (so my mother said, and society echoed her): You, Anita, are wrong to get hurt. Wrong to react negatively to being (mercilessly shamed and guilt-tripped).
Wrong to take her threats seriously.. her threats to kill herself and to (her word), to murder me… Why.. that’s nothing.. What’s wrong with you, Anita, to even remember these nothing-to-it words.
Wrong to perceive these as anything other than business-as-usual in the context of parenting.. why everyone..
Don’t know.. how should I have taken her threats..?
They (society as I have known it) says I overreacted.
And this very message, as I have known it.. How widespread is it in the middle east where I was born?
This abuse being normalized- is this.. isn’t it what’s behind the-never-ending revenge and violence in the middle east?
My mother with her big brown, dark.. dark brown eyes and the corners of her mouth always slightly turned up, as in a smile.
But.. no, it was not a smile.
I hear voices criticizing me.. that voice saying: Get Over it, Anita, SHAME on YOU!.
But then I hear the reasonable voice saying (Peter’s): Transform it.
And yet, in the inside of me is still, always, a little girl looking up to Ima (mother)- seeking her forgiveness (for not being what she needed me to be).. needing her to tell me that I am a good girl.
I will never hear those words from her.. that I was/ am a good little girl.
Oh, what a difference it would have made for me.. to hear those precious words: You Are a Good Little Girl, Anita!
Fast forward, I didn’t hear those words from anyone.. until I did, just a bit, here and there.. couldn’t take them in..
Couldn’t really hear.
All I could see was that little smile on my mother’s face.. that little joy seeing me hurt.
Her Pleasure.
Transform this kind of maternal pleasure at witnessing my pain.. A mother’s REVENGE (that middle east revenge).
To love someone who takes revenge for what I didn’t cause.. not my doing-
The story of middle east ongoing revenge.
Anita
anitaParticipantDear Ada:
In this reply, Iâll try to separate objective reality from emotional reality as clearly as I can.
Objective reality:
* Sam and Sarah are no longer âbest friends.â Their contact now is limited to exchanging a few greetings here and there:
âHe talks to her significantly less… Over several years… Sam has been less and less involved in Sarahâs life to the point where they only exchange a few greetings here and there now. I guess ‘best friend’ isnât a fair label anymore.â
* Sam hasnât met with Sarah in person for about four yearsâever since shortly after the two of you began dating:
âShortly after we started dating, we took advantage of the pandemic and remote work, and decided on a bit of a nomadic lifestyle, living in many cities across the US for a few years.â
* A few months ago, after moving back to your home city, Sam suggested that you meet Sarahâthis would be your first time meeting her, and his first in about four years:
âNow that we have moved back in the area, heâs talking about meeting up with her again… A few months ago, we moved back to our home city, and recently he said he wanted me to meet Sarah.â
Emotional reality:
âMy boyfriendâs relationship with his female best friend… I canât seem to accept this relationship… the emotional intimacy of it is really eating away at me….â
And yet, if their current contact is minimalâjust âa few greetings here and thereââwhat emotional intimacy actually exists now?
In my earlier replies, I may have confused the emotional reality youâre experiencing with the objective reality youâve described. It seems whatâs causing you distress isnât whatâs happening now, but what could happen if past emotional intimacy resumes. Perhaps the deeper fear is that if that connection rekindles, heâll choose her over you.
Maybe the ache pulsing beneath it all is the lingering imprint of a childhood woundâ that of being overlooked perhaps, or being quietly cast aside, or un-chosen in favor of someone so unlike you..?
With care, Anita
anitaParticipant10:56 pm, Tuesday night, completely dark.
listening to YouTube music.
Oh, and by the way, after all the thunder last night, there were only a few drops of rain. Nothing really.
10:59 pm.
11:00
Had a delicious taco tonight.
Had some socializing.
I L.O.V.E socializing.. even when it’s almost boring..
It’s the CONNECTING-
That human accessibility, possibility.
Not being Alone.
Just that, not being alone.
Can’t have ENOUGH of .. not being Alone and Lonely.
I keep seeing little boys and girls in fifty-s- sixty-s year- old boys and girls.
I talked to a six year old boy this evening, one who will turn 61 in only a few hours. At first, he looked like an older man, but as I got closer, he looked younger and younger.
Actually, this man will turn to be 61 in a few hours, your age, Peter.
Alessa.. You are such a young woman.. in your early 30s..? Just a pup, as one of my friends would say. Just a Pup..
11:14 pm.
Anita
anitaParticipant* I neglected part of my reply in the previous submission:
Dear Ada:
âPart of my resentment towards Sam stems from not feeling like he truly values who I am â reserved, conservative, introspective.â-
Ada, your honesty here is powerful. I wonder if the ache you describe might be less about Sam not valuing those parts of you, and more about you not fully valuing them yourself. When we stand firm in our own quiet strengthsâour thoughtfulness, our depth, our sensitivityâthe need to be seen and affirmed by another softens. It doesnât vanish, but it stops feeling like proof of worth.
Growth doesnât mean becoming like Sarah, of course. Growth might mean celebrating the elegance of your own inner rhythm. And maybe, gently, allowing it to take up more space in your relationshipânot with loudness, but with certainty.
You donât need to abandon who you are to be loved well. You only need to stand where you are and decide that itâs enough.
From what youâve shared, I sense that Sam does value youâhe listens, respects your emotions, shares common values, and wants to make the relationship work. But the inner conflict seems to come from you not yet fully embracing your own temperament and identity. You said, âpart of me feels insecure about not having the opposite qualities,â and thatâs such an honest reflection. But being reserved, conservative, introspectiveâthose arenât deficits. Theyâre gifts.
Of course, that doesnât mean Samâs behavior hasnât contributed to the discomfortâitâs possible that both are playing a role. But I wonder if anchoring more deeply in your own self-worth might ease some of the ache around being seen.
đ¤ Anita
anitaParticipantDear Ada:
âPart of my resentment towards Sam stems from not feeling like he truly values who I am â reserved, conservative, introspective.â-
Ada, your honesty here is powerful. I wonder if the ache you describe might be less about Sam not valuing those parts of you, and more about you not fully valuing them yourself. When we stand firm in our own quiet strengthsâour thoughtfulness, our depth, our sensitivityâthe need to be seen and affirmed by another softens. It doesnât vanish, but it stops feeling like proof of worth.
Growth doesnât mean becoming like Sarah, of course. Growth might mean celebrating the elegance of your own inner rhythm. And maybe, gently, allowing it to take up more space in your relationshipânot with loudness, but with certainty.
You donât need to abandon who you are to be loved well. You only need to stand where you are and decide that itâs enough.
Of course, that doesnât mean Samâs behavior hasnât contributed to the discomfortâitâs possible that both are playing a role. But I wonder if anchoring more deeply in your own self-worth might ease some of the ache around being seen.
đ¤ Anita
anitaParticipantHi Alessa đâ¤ď¸
Thank you so much for your kind words. Iâm really glad the conversation has been meaningful for youâand your insights as both a parent and a seeker add such depth to the thread. Iâm grateful for how you show up here.
And absolutelyâif @Tommy feels drawn to this topic, he would be more than welcome to join in. His voice would be a valuable addition to whatâs unfolding here.
With warmth and appreciation, Anita đ¤đ¤
anitaParticipantHi Everyone:
Alessa: “there is a huge level of trust in their caregiver… I believed my Mother and tried my hardest to be a good girl. I reviewed my mistakes each evening and tried to do better. I believed that if I did things perfectly, I wouldnât be hurt. (Simply not true) But there was were always new things I was doing wrong. That intense trust in the caregiver and the lack of understanding.”-
Your words trace the heartbreaking logic of childhood: If I’m good enough, maybe the pain will stop. It begins with the childâs instinctive, total trustâa trust that is not earned, but biologically wired for survival. And when that trust is met with harm, the child doesnât question the caregiverâthey question themselves.
This trust is absoluteâthe child assumes the caregiver is right, even when the caregiver is harmful. When the caregiver is unpredictable or punitive, the child internalizes the message: âIf Iâm being treated this way, I must be bad.â The child then begins to monitor themselves obsessively, trying to be âgood enoughâ to restore connection.
Unlike healthy shame, which helps us learn and grow, toxic shame is identity-based. It doesnât say âI made a mistake,â it says âI am a mistake.â Over time, this erodes the childâs sense of self, leading to: low self-worth, perfectionism, emotional withdrawal, and difficulty forming healthy relationships.
The child psychology service. co. uk/ impact of shame: “Children traumatised by neglect and abuse… are hypersensitive to shame and unable to tolerate it… Abuse and neglect are shaming for babies and young children because, unable to understand the social world or the minds of other people, all they have is themselves. So when they, unconsciously, try to make sense of the parenting they receive the only person that can possibly be in control, and therefore responsible, is themselves. Therefore, babies can only interpret their experiences as their own fault…
“Babies do not have any concept of the idea that other people have minds that are different to their own. If they did they may able to understand that the responsibility for the treatment they receive is someone elseâs.”
This article explains that children who experience neglect or abuse often carry a double burden when it comes to shame. First, they become highly sensitive to shame, and struggle to tolerate even small doses of it. Second, the way they behaveâshaped by early survival instinctsâis often misunderstood by adults, who use reward and punishment systems to try to âcorrectâ them. These systems rely on shame to influence behavior, unintentionally piling more shame on top of the childâs original wounds.
When babies and young children are mistreated, they donât yet understand that others have independent thoughts and responsibilities. They can only see the world from inside themselves. So when something painful happens, they believe it must be their fault. They unconsciously interpret the hurt they receive as proof of their own badness, absorbing shame before they even have the words for it. This early shame becomes a deep part of their identity.
As these children grow, they feel shame each time they fail to meet expectations. Adults often respond with correction, frustration, or discipline, which only confirms the childâs belief that theyâre wrong or unworthy. This doesnât help them changeâit just deepens the idea that theyâre inherently flawed. Itâs a cycle that reinforces shame at every turn.
Psych central/ childhood toxic shame (very true to me): “Toxic shame is often accompanied by toxic guilt, where the person feels unjust responsibility and guilt. So the person not only feels ashamed, but also guilty for things they are not actually responsible for. They also feel responsible for other peoples emotions, and feel ashamed and guilty when other people are unhappy, especially if its in some way related to them.”
I further read that to heal toxic shame (so I read), the child (or adult they become) must:
* Reclaim the truth: âIt wasnât me. It was what was done to me.â
* Rebuild trustânot just in others, but in their own worth.
* Experience relationships where love is unconditional, and mistakes are met with compassion, not punishment.
Peter: “On the question of shame, Iâve found L.B. Smedes book âShame and Graceâ one of the best I read on the subject…. Iâve been reading up on Sufism and they might speak of shame as something woven into the fabric of being human. âThe heart must be polished until it reflects only the Belovedâ. But the dust on the mirror, that too is part of the path. Even Shame, deserved and undeserved and ancient, can become a polish.-
A few quotes from the book (which I didn’t read): âWe feel guilty for what we do. We feel shame for what we are.â,
âShame is a very heavy feeling. It is a vague undefined heaviness that presses on our spirit, dampens our gratitude for the goodness of life, and diminishes our joy.â
âThe cure for shame is not to try harder to be good. The cure is grace.â
âGrace is the gift of being accepted before we become acceptable.â
In Sufism (so I read), the Beloved is Godâpure, radiant, and ever-present. The heart, in its raw form, is like a mirror, meant to reflect the divine, but it’s dulled by dust: ego, fear, desire, grief, shame. This dust isnât a flaw. Itâs part of the journey. The mirror isnât brokenâitâs waiting to be polished.
According to Sufi healers, shame arises when connection is brokenâwith self (when we feel weâve betrayed our own values or worth), others (when weâre rejected, misunderstood, or harmed), or the Divine (when we feel unworthy of love or grace).
Shame is a signal, not a sentence. It tells us where connection has frayed. Vulnerability is the medicine. When we stop hiding, we begin healing. Surrender is the path. In admitting our brokenness, we open to grace.
Instead of covering shame with perfectionism or withdrawal, Sufis encourage us to name it, feel it, and offer it to the Divine. That act of surrender becomes a sacred intimacyâa moment where the heart, raw and exposed, is most receptive to Love.
This teaching doesnât deny the pain of shameâit transforms it: The child who felt âbadâ becomes the seeker who knows they are beloved. The wound becomes the place where the Light enters, as Rumi said. The mirror, once clouded, begins to shineânot despite the dust, but because it was polished by it.
Thank you Alessa and Peter for giving me this opportunity to understand better and address my lifelong toxic shame. I wish more people joined us here.
đ¤ Anita
July 22, 2025 at 11:11 am in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447842
anitaParticipantDear Emma:
Please donât worry at all about delaysâtruly, whatever pace feels right for you is absolutely fine with me. I deeply value the connection thatâs grown between us, and Iâd love for you to feel free and safe to message whenever it suits you, whether thatâs twice a week or once a month or only when your heart nudges you toward it.
I hear the weight youâre carrying right now, and I admire your strength in seeking to understand it more fully in therapy. Grief has its own strange rhythm, and it asks so much of us. Please be gentle with yourself.
If email feels more comfortable for you when sharing personal reflections, I welcome that wholeheartedly. Feel free to post your address whenever youâre ready, and Iâll be sure to write to you there. Just so you knowâeach morning when I sit at the computer, I tend to check and answer tiny buddha first before opening my email.
Warm hugs back to youâsoft ones and sturdy ones. Looking forward to hearing from you in any form and any moment that feels right.
đ¤ Anita
anitaParticipantAnother stream of consciousness journaling:
It’s 7:08 pm and yet, no sound of birds. On the other hand, there’s a loud thunder sound every once in a while. I suppose the birds are settling in little safe areas, preparing for a storm.
It’s been hot and dry here for a long time, so long that the thunder sounded- to me- like a military bombing- it’s been too long since the last thunder. So, I forgot.
I just heard a bird. Refreshing cooler air through the open windows (7:43 pm).
8:32, no more thunders, birds are singing. Light outside. An airplane in a distance.
The hum of traffic in a distance.
Maybe there will be no storm, no rain (8:39 pm)
“Life Worth Living- what is it like?”- a life free of toxic shame, free of unbearable guilt.
A life where I stand tall, feeling confident, carrying myself- not with toxic shame and unbearable guilt- but with pride (not the biblical condemnable pride), shoulders back, head up.. on top of the world, not below.
How deep and pervasive the shame (the toxic shame kind).. doesn’t let me LIVE a LIFE WORTH LIVING- always something I’m doing wrong.. so the message goes. So many mistakes. Here’s another.. and another.. oh, how WRONG I .. am.. wrong again, am I?
Seems like the only way for me to not be Wrong, is.. to not be Alive.
My brain has been programmed from a very early age .. every step I take.. is the wrong, WRONG step.. Wrong me doing wrong, Wrong.
9:06 pm, a bit of darkness, cool air, no thunder.
To undo the programming, it takes courage, a leap of faith.
As in, I am not necessarily Wrong, not always Guilty?
My mother’s legacy in my life is that of Shame and Guilt, heavy duty, drilled-in.. over and over and over.. and over again.
9:12 pm, Mon.. birds are singing, bold and strong.. They give me hope.
9:22 pm, darker, no sounds of birds.
9:30 pm, almost completely dark. No bird sounds, It makes me sad.. Another goodbye from my best friends, the birds.
I so very, very.. very much want to let the shame and guilt pass and be gone.. for good.
Peter.. ?
9:40 pm, just a bit of light when I look to my right, otherwise.. totally dark.
I am aware of how pervasive, how dominant the message has been, the message my mother cared-so-MUCH to instill in me: that I am BAD and GUILTY.
How it took hold.
It’s almost completely dark now, 9:52 pm.
A light plane in the air. No thunders for a long time.
Will Ada, or Confused.. or Emma will ever post again..?
10 pm- now, completely dark.
Goodnight, dear birds.. hear you in the morning.
Anita
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