From the earliest of ages, we are placed in one of the most insidious prisons imaginable. The idea of the good object/bad object dichotomy.
We refuse to learn the extent to which our personalities are learnt behaviours to please those around us regardless of whether it’s damaging or not to us and whether it’s with malice or without, it fundamental sets us on a course for much of our lives – for most for all of it.
“You did well at School’s Sports Day, darling.” Irrespective of whether you enjoy it or not.
“That’s a fantastic grade you got in Drama, sweetheart.” Despite the fact the teacher is a nasty bitch.
“You embarrassed Mummy by talking about computer games, today, don’t do that again.”
You get the idea. People can’t see beyond the end of their own noses, even parents with their own children – in fact, especially in parent/child relationship. I don’t want to say you’re captive but you realise when you talk with so-called adults, they’re still performing as if they were in the teens or even younger.
It’s a hard thing to accept that those who love us the most could possibly put us in the such hideous positions but there it is.
You have to start asking yourself what it is you want and you have to accept there are aspects of your youth and upbringing that not only are you unhappy with but that you’re angry about.
The anger is a signal, the rage is a signal, the anxiety is a signal – reminding you that you might have a calling to something, that you are able to heal wounds, not eliminate them but accept them as something that happened which you don’t have to be enchained by anymore.
You’re not the ‘good boy’, you’re not the ‘bad boy’, you are who you are, independent of the praise you received for deceiving or denying yourself and you are not necessarily the scorn or obliviousness you encountered for not being who others wanted you to be.
You are your own man. Imagine stepping into those shoes!
