Category: Self awareness

  • Nurturing and loving my internalising self (Part 1)

    Of the 20 or so books I’ve read this year, the one that made the most impression on me from a healing and therapeutic perspective was ‘Adult children of Emotionally immature Parents’ by Lindsay Gibson (2015). (As an added note I’m slowly working my way through her follow up ‘Recovering from Emotionally Immature parents’ (2019))

    Her first book was the one in which I ticked, underlined, marked and wrote comments in nearly every page, for me its a good examination of Emotional immaturity, the types of emotionally immature parents and how children react and what children have to do to survive and do to respond to them. What I found most interesting is that children respond, broadly, to emotionally immature parents (there are 4 types she describes) in one of two ways, being an internaliser, and an externaliser. These both existing along a spectrum and changes occurring during stress, after therapy and self realisations.

    I realised, quite obviously that I am an internaliser. So, I would like to share with you some of the aspects of the internaliser, because in a way, if you’re an externaliser, you’re probably not going to be interested in reading this blog anyway. Self help, learning and reflection aren’t your bag, most of the time.

    If you are an internaliser like me, then you are like to :

    Worry, think that solutions start on the inside, be thoughtful and empathetic, think about what could happen, overestimate difficulties, try and figure out what’s going on (I was very perceptive as a child, some might call that over vigilance) , looking for their role in cause of a problem (‘what did I do?’), engage in self reflection and taking responsibility, figure out problems independently and deal with reality as it is and be willing to change. 

    I think before I act, as an internaliser, and also believe emotions can be managed, I feel guilty easily and I find the inner psychological world fascinating. (I nearly did a psychology degree aged 18, and recently completed a psychology module for my MA), and in relationships im likely to put other peoples needs first, consider changing myself to improve the situation, request dialogue to sort something out (ah ha.- thats why I like ‘conversation’ as a youth worker..) and want to help others understand why theres a problem. 

    If you want to know what an externaliser is like, then think about some of the opposites to the above. If you have any experience with someone who acts like an child but in adult form, then that is an externaliser. They deny reality and expect everyone else to sooth them, as they lash out, externalising emotions with little control or sense of consequences. Lindsey’s comment on these is that balance is a key, an extreme internaliser or externaliser is a dangerous thing, only that an extreme externaliser is also a danger to other people, all of the time.

    I would say that I was on the middle to extreme internaliser space on the scale. Taking on and feeling guilt, for everything (‘Sorry seems to be the easiest word’), and revolving my sense of self around other people. Realising my co-dependancy tendencies last year was part of this.  As Lindsay describes, children adopt one of two principle strategies for coping within such an emotionally immature situation, albeit, everyone in some way is along the spectrum as we can all be described as a mixture of internalisers and internalisers.

    But I now know and understand my internalised self. And that is a good thing. I also have a better understanding of its strengths and weaknesses and ill share some of these below. And, I can accept that this is the way I chose to survive, cope and respond in such an emotionally toxic family upbringing.

    Being an internaliser means that you are likely to, and I identify many of these:

    Being highly sensitive and perceptive; they notice everything

    They have strong emotions; they can be seen as ‘too emotional’ , ‘too sensitive’ – that’s because they hold all those emotions and they intensify as they do so

    Internalisers have a deep need for connection – they are extremely sensitive to the quality of emotional intimacy in relationships – they want to go deep… 

    Internalisers have strong instincts for Genuine engagement – ‘it is crucial that internalisers see their instinctive desire for emotional engagement as a positive thing’ (rather than interpret it as needy or desperate)

    Forging Emotional connections outside of the family – children who are internalisers  are usually adept at finding potential sources of emotional connection outside of the family. They notice when other people provide warmth, seek out relationships with safe people outside the family to gain an increased sense of security.  (I know where I felt ‘home’ as a child/teenager)  This can also include pets, friends and spirituality. (NB crossover piece on youth work relationships with children of emotionally immature parents..) 

    Internalisers are often apologetic about needing help  they often feel embarrassed or undeserving, and they are often surprised to have their feelings taken seriously. They often downplay their suffering, even wondering if ‘other people’ are more in need of therapy time than they are. 

    Internalisers become invisible and easy to neglect. Whereas explosive externalisers are easy to spot. Internalisers rely on inner resources and try and solve problems on their own. 

    Internalisers are overly independent

    Internalisers don’t see abuse for what it is – often minimising it as ‘no big deal’ 

    Internalisers do most of the work in relationships – sometimes doing the emotional work for parents, as emotionally immature parents avoid doing responsible emotional work themselves. 

    However.. they also… Overwork in the adult relationship, often playing both parts of the emotional work in a relationship, they attract needy people (everyone trusts them, being the ‘go-to’ person.) , they can believe that self-neglect can bring love (‘self sacrifice is the greatest ideal’ say parents to internalising children, and associate these with religion…in this way, writes Graham, ‘religious ideas that should be spiritually nourishing are instead used to keep idealistic children focussing on the care of others’

    As I read the section on ‘what its like being an internalising adult’ I realised so much about me, about how I reacted in my childhood, my behaviour and what I did to cope, find emotional depth, nurturing and support outside the family home, I see it now, and once I saw it it was freeing to realise. It was also freeing to see how I made decisions based on my past that were almost inevitable without the kind of deep emotional work that I could have undertaken. But as an internaliser I orientated around inner strengths and survival, not seeing abuse for what it so clearly was.

    I love my internal sense of self. I know its a good thing, and knowing about it means that I can fine tune it, and see it for its strengths and weaknesses. I know better how to love my internalising self, I think.

    In Part 2, ill share more about the strategies for keeping an internalising self healthy…and that is here

    References

    Graham, Lindsay, 2015, Adult Children on Emotionally Immature Parents

    Graham, Lindsay, 2019, Recovering from Emotionally Immature Parents

     

     

     

     

  • Brave

    ‘Grow a backbone will you Bromley, and stop running away’

    These were the words that spoke to me, this time when I watched the quite astounding film PRIDE for the umpteenth time a few weeks ago.

    Brave.

    ‘You are being brave’.

    Never do this words mean so much more when you are growing the proverbial back bone.

    Standing up, not running away.

    ‘You have been so brave’

    Are exactly the words that are needed when the quiet ones tell their stories

    Seek justice not for others. But for them selves.

    Brave

    isnt running away.

    Survival is running away, and theres nothing wrong with that. How else do you cope as a child.

    ‘You have been so brave’

    Brave

    Courageous

    Not giving in to the fear

    Not allowing the fear, that the oppressor use to control you

    Brave is saying:  No, that is enough.

    Brave is having a voice

    Brave is giving others a voice

    Brave is not losing control when others are losing theirs.

    My 40 years of running. Running scared. Afraid.

    What might ‘she’ do?

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    Brave is telling the truth

    Brave

    Brave is dealing with it

    Brave is saying I need help

    Brave is saying it cant go on like this

    Brave is challenging

    Brave is protecting others

    Brave is taking responsibility

    Brave changes the pattern

    Brave is ok

    Start being brave.

    Make that step, turn around , and walk.

    You are stronger than you realise, you’ve hid and survived so long.

    You can do this.

    ‘You have been so brave’

    To say no.

    To say yes…to yourself

    To listen to your own heart

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  • Why we’ve got to try and feel our feelings, not think our way out of them

    Its easier to say….’I know’

    I know that 

    Its easier to say … ‘I think’

    I think that

    Its easier to say …’I am…’

    I am annoyed

    Its easier to say ..’I cant..’

    I cant do this anymore

    Its harder to say ‘I feel..’

    As I I feel sad, I feel happy, I feel good… when ____ happens

    Not ‘you made me feel’ or ‘you should feel’ – having someone else to blame, or dictate our feelings, but ‘I feel’

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    It was recently said to me that in the conversations about men and emotions, that its not that men dont feel emotions, but that they lack the language to describe and articulate them. I look at my own life, and wonder when I could, or felt safe to, express how ‘I feel’ or ‘felt’ about anything. It strikes me as ironic, as during a time when I was helping young people explore emotional literacy in some mentoring work, that I numbed my own pain, that I had no handle on, or no experience of doing this myself. I know about emotional literacy, is vastly different to me being able to say ‘I feel’ .

    You quickly learn as a child not to worry about your own emotions, when there’s more emotional people in the family to care for, when you’re on tenterhooks all the time. You learn to ignore feelings. Thats what I did. Switch onto full on survival mode.

    Yet at the same time I thought I was self aware. I wasn’t.

    If Daniel Coleman is to be believed, its about being aware of our mood and our thoughts about that mood (emotional intelligence, p 47) He says when we say ‘this anger I am feeling’ is more freeing than trying to deny someone the right to feel angry. Growing up in a ‘shouldn’t feel’ emotions culture, let alone a coping with other persons over emotional state culture, denies the healthy growth of emotional awareness, of the self.

    Research has shown that those who accept and are aware of their emotions, are more likely to feel both good and negative ones, than people who distract, deny and suppress emotions. Coleman writes, the more we notice in terms of emotions, the richer we are emotionally.Emotional Intelligence For Dads And Kids - The Dad Train

    But what about not being able to express or articulate emotions. A case study in Colemans book talks about the man who literally had flat, colourless emotions, who ‘lacked the words’ for feelings, and whilst he goes on to state (in 1996) that further research is needed on this (it might be done by now) he and others were drawn to the significant amount of people who literally could not feel and why this was the case.

    I like this line, on the back of their preliminary findings then..

    if you could put words to what you were felt, it was yours

    and that, as they said was the problem to those who couldn’t feel or have no words for them, they couldn’t own their own feelings. Often, that just meant feeling other peoples.

    I feel….. well what doing I feel. What do you feel?  and, Men, I address you, to  ask that you take notice of, and allow yourself to feel. Allow yourself to feel, and try and articulate the feeling, saying I feel angry, happy, blissful, calm, or feeling anxious, tired, hot, aroused…

    or any one of these… practice saying, feeling, acknowledging them..I will..

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    Saying I feel isn’t weak.

    Its so hard work that it requires strength. Ignoring I feel is so so much worse.  I get if you cant. I get if you cant because its buried under hurts and trauma. I know. But admit that too, and prioritise talking, therapy and loving yourself to be fully you.

    ‘I think’ was always an easy get out for me. ‘I know’ was too. Hide emotions because not being in a safe place to express them, or to peel off the layers to experience them.

    To be more me, Im going to try and speak from my heart and say I feel.

    Its not too late to start. I owe it to myself, and everyone around me.

    This may help:

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  • Climbing up the healing path of knowledge

    However hard it is at times, to respond and cope, the key thing that ive discovered is that is helpful to know.

    When you just know.

    When its more than panic

    more than a feeling. More that knowing that it feels wrong.

    When your mind says this is wrong.

    When you can try and say it

    out loud

    to someone else.

    It gets it out from under the rock that holds the pain down.

    Its like your voice is enough to start lifting the weight.

    Its felt like being squashed. And you didn’t know it, just felt it.

    Looking up at it, like I did at Malham Cove recently , its daunting.

     

    But when you know

    When you don’t just know the weight of the rock

    You stand and see the rock from above.

    Its not crushing you anymore, as much. Your head is above it,

    it might be your foot below it. And its still painful. And that still hurts your whole body.

    But it feels different.

    Head is above. Just.

    Heart is out of the firing line. Just

    It still hurts.

    Sometimes you’ve just got to say things out loud. Trust someone.

    Honestly, there isnt someone who can’t listen.

    First step is to let the rock be seen by others.

    To admit how the rock is affecting you

    To squeeze yourself from under it.

    It can be done.

    It really can.

    No need to be ashamed of the rock that is squashing you.

    Thats what the rock wants you to feel.

    But when you know

    You can see it

    and start to see the rock from a different angle

    Until you get to be above it…

    from above.

    Then you have power again

    Your power

    even when it still hurts.

    Knowing the rock from above gives it a whole different angle.

    From there it can be drilled into with less risk of damage to yourself

    From there you are seeing it.

    Seeing its patterns, as the water cascades over it.

    And not just that, its knowing it, because you’ve had to conquer it, and you have, and you will.

    That knowledge.

    Knowledge of the rock.

    Knowledge of you, the survivor. The climber. The one trying to make yourself free.

    Knowing yourself. Knowing the rock.

    you climbed

    you fought

    you began

    to make

    the rock

    look and feel different.

    Time to stand

    on

    it.

    Free yourself.

  • Learning to love myself – physically

    (this post was originally posted in July 2019 on my ‘learning from the streets blog’) 

     

    You know the feeling when you have an epiphany moment all out of the blue? well that was me this morning.

    Im aware the following image might put many of you off your tea, or breakfast or supper. So, you are warned.

    But after weirdly having a bath last night, i was standing in the bathroom this morning, almost naked in front of the mirror. (yeah apologies)

    And yes, i noticed that i was tanned quite nicely (its only 3 weeks since im back from tunisia) and, even with an all inclusive holiday, and some disciplined weight loss last year (3 stone) so, in a way, i have some realisation, that the very overweight pale me wasn’t what i was looking at in the mirror.

    Despite the weight loss and tan i hadn’t stood and looked at myself deliberately.

    I stood, looked, and thought, for the first time and said to myself: ‘I actually look ok’, and then i realised how good it felt to actually look and say to myself that i look ok.

    It felt good to appreciate myself physically.

    It felt good, and i sighed.

    I sighed because i realised that i hadn’t done this before, and yet i did it this morning without realising it.

    it was as it i hadn’t given myself permission to appreciate my own body, my own appearance, the way i looked.

    As if i felt comfortable in my own skin, and appreciated it for the first time. Though in Tunisia i felt alive, with water, and being submerged in it almost all week, just fabulous. I still didn’t give myself the acknowledgement of appreciating my own skin, my own body, my own skin and bones that God has given me.

    I wonder why i hadn’t done this before? had it even occured to me..

    confidence? shame ? fear of ego? fear of being proud? fear of the flesh? Or just not wanting to give myself the attention that i could have done, rushing here, rushing there. all excuses ultimately. But shame, fear and unhealthy body image cripples us all doesn’t it. Diets, weight, discontentment, the lies of youthfulness and hiding reality and ageing. If only we, if only I, if only we could help ourselves by redeeming our bodies. By knowing from an early age that we have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide, nothing to be embarrassed about, despite the lies. Messages of unworthiness surround, nakedness as a shameful thing, bodies that are secondary to minds, hearts and accomplishments. I might run the risk of not realising quite how unique i am in the mirror, or loving the reflection i find there, and try to make the rest of life about satisfying a body im not respecting.

    Yet, we dont, the being better, younger, fitter, smaller, thinner, pull takes over. The lies make us ignore who we are, and force us not to stop in the mirror and tell ourselves that we are already beautiful. We can feel good about ourselves… as we are.. and… so can I. 41 years into life itself, I acknowledged feeling, and acknowledged being content with who i am physically, and muttered it out loud. And it felt good. It was good. Maybe its a freeing thing.

    I wonder if for me, the extensive internal work, therapy, self awareness and this process has also had an effect on how i feel about myself physically. If digging deep into the who i am, the interal may, may also have a knock on effect on how i feel about myself in my own physical skin. It might be crude to say that I have fallen in love with myself, but, actually to love ourselves is important, to healthily respect ourselves means we have contentment, a virtue that a material and commercial world would do its best to help us to not have. To be able to breathe and connect with ourselves might need us to feel good internally and have internally positive feelings about our external. Maybe it’s less about self awareness and more about resisting the lies that tell us differently about ourselves. I only hope this might be an encouragement to feel good about ourselves.

    But if in giving myself the space – or more to the point – having life circumstances where my only choice, was to focus on the internal me, and be confident and aware of how i think, who i am, how i am, and my energy, passions, dreams, and becoming in tune with my emotions in a way that is fabulous, then maybe all of that leads me to stand in the mirror and go. James, you look good. And to feel good about what i saw. To feel good about myself. To like what i saw in the mirror. To almost feel at peace, to almost feel embodied.

    It was an accidental epiphany. But a significant one.

    I hope it doesnt put you off your tea. But i hope that you can get to a point where you can look at your own body and for your own sake do the same. It might make your life so much more fulfilling.

    As John Duns Scotus said, calling it the harmony of goodness;

    ‘true love for the self always overflows into love for the other; it is one and the same flow. And your freedom to extend love to others always gives you a sense of dignity and power of your own self. It is such a paradox’ (taken from Richard Rohr, The Divine Dance, p103)