Tag: Emotions

  • Why I’m enjoying Euro 2020: Its because I don’t need it

    Why I’m enjoying Euro 2020: Its because I don’t need it

    I realised something the other day, Im quite enjoying the football at Euro 2020 (in 2021, but you know, Covid etc) , and its not just having the crowds back in, or just from yesterdays two thrilling games of 14 goals with France, Switzerland , Spain and Croatia. But its something else. I cant even watch much of it, with no TV or license, and im not listening to Radio 5 either.

    I realised that I’m not needing the football this year.

    There have been two fairly constant aspect of my life since I was a young teenager, Faith has been one of them, and football has been another. (Some would argue that food has too, but maybe thats for another story)

    I needed football. Football took me on emotional roller coasters

    It shaped my yearly calendar, the end of the season was also summer, then a tournament.

    It gave me an outlet.

    It also gave me a space to hide away.

    I could literally shut out everything and everyone else to focus on football.

    I still can.

    But it gave me an escape.

    I needed it for its drama, and I needed the journey of a summer tournament of the existential hope of an England tournament victory to keep me going.

    So when they got knocked out, usually by penalties, usually by Germany, it wasnt just the end of hope. It was the return, for a few months of real life. I needed football. Its role in my life was 90 minutes each evening on my teenage bed listening to Radio 5, the soothing noise of people commentating.

    It was painful when England lost, when my team (Man Utd lost), because something in me needed them to be a source of joy, of hope, of belief.

    I needed it as a distraction, a drug, a hope, to be a fan, and yet ive tried to give it up in the past, but sometimes it was a safe place, a distraction. Time away from somewhere unsafe and toxic and Radio 5 in the earphones walking the dog, or driving the car. The filling of my head of a different noise to drown out the pain.

    What I discovered, through a breakdown, a complete life rebuild from scratch and in the recovering and understanding of trauma was that I could just have carried on on that cycle of adding further activity to the mind and life, and not deal with the actual need. What I needed was less of the other, and more attention to me. I can enjoy football more, now, because I dont need it.

    As I said in my first piece on this blog, I get the obsession, I get the need. I get the use of football for men to talk about which is safe. And I know there are some good people in football who are talking about football and mental health, depression and dealing with significant life problems, like Mark Goldbridge for one, and on his United Stand there are always many people who thank him for talking about Mental Health, and being real about emotions.

    I still like football. But if you feel like you need it, as an escape, a distraction from things in your life that you aren’t choosing to deal with, then, even after basking in an England win over Germany this evening, maybe listen to that voice, that inner voice inside that gnawing away at you, as it gnawed away at me. If its masking a pain, then maybe its time to say out loud what that pain is, acknowledge it, whether its abuse, neglect, shame, guilt, drink or drug problems, maybe its time to stop and listen, and begin life, that includes football, and includes a you that is healthier. Football isnt a therapist, unlike a therapist, or a dog might be.

  • Healing: as we slow down

    When you are so busy that you feel perpetually chased

    when your worrying thoughts circle around your head

    when the future seems dark and uncertain

    when you are hurt by someone has said

    Slow

    down

    Even for a moment.

    What do you hear?

    What..does..you’re..body..feel?

    What does the sky look like ?

    Only when we slow down can we finally see our relationships, our thoughts, our pain

    As we slow down, we are no longer tangled in them

    We can slowly step out and appreciate them for what they are.

    The faces of our family and colleagues whop always help, the scenery we pass by every day

    but..fail to notice, our friends stories that we fail to pay attention to

    in the stillness of the

    pause…

    the entirety of our being is quietly revealed

    Wisdom is not something we have to strive to acquire.

    Rather, it arises naturally as we slow down and notice what is already there.

    As we notice more and more in present moment, we come to a deeper realisation that as silent observer is within us.

    In the primordial stillness the silent observer witnesses everything inside and outside.

    Befriend the silent observer. Find out where it is, and what shape it has assumed.

    Do not try to imagine it as something you already know. Let all your thoughts and images merge back into silence and just sense the observer already in silence.

    If you see the face of the silent observer, then you have found your original face, from before you were born.

    Haemin Sumin, The Things you can see only when you slow down (2012)

    The Epilogue of this book, written in full, for you, a gift, an encouragement, to slow down, and let the silence speak and for us to see more as we notice.

  • Everyone knew…but everyone was terrified

    ‘All the same’, demurred Fudge, ‘they are here to protect you all from something much worse.. we all know what (Sirius) Black is capable of..’ ,

    ‘Do you know, I still have trouble believing it, said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully ‘Of all the people to go over to the dark side, Sirius Black was the last id have thought…I mean, I remember him as boy at Hogwarts. If you’d told me then what he was going to become, I’d say you’d had too much mead’

    ‘You dont know the half of it , Rosmerta’, said Fudge gruffly ‘The worst isnt widely known’

    (From JK Rowlings Harry Potter, The Prisoner of Azkhaban)

    In this scene, Harry is listening under the table, to a conversation about the background of the escapee prisoner Sirius, and how Sirius had close links to the Potter Family. It is this exchange that strikes me. You have the revelation of the action of Sirius, and the disbelief of one of them in conversation, that even so many years later that the accused, Sirius could be like they are.

    Yet as the narrative unfolds the grisly truth of Sirius behaviour is revealed.

    He is stone cold, shameless when confronted by his own behaviours of betrayal – seeming perfectly normal in the heat of a crime , and betrays Harrys Parents to let Voldemort access to their home to kill them.

    Some people just dont know, they hide all their behaviour behind closed doors.

    Some still are like Rosmerta, in disbelief that anything like this could be the behaviour of the boy Sirius.

    But its as difficult, when people do actually know.

    Some people have been entitled, shameless, narcissistic bullies all their life.

    They are well known to be weird. Well known to be easily angered, jealous, spiteful, over emotional, ego centric, and turn on the victim tears at the sight of challenge or being called out.

    People knew about Sirius, though some didnt.

    What could anyone do?

    Ive wondered this a few times this year.

    Two people have told me that they are apologetic that they knew, but didnt protect me.

    What could they do?

    Everyone knew.

    But did nothing

    Because.

    They could do nothing.

    Everyone knew

    But were scared themselves.

    I know they couldn’t.

    Everyone knew

    But they were terrified

    Everyone knew

    But they were traumatised themselves

    They knew she was easily angered

    They had felt it…

    They hadn’t been seen themselves, just prey for her ego

    And had to work hard, work together to piece the story

    They now avoid, put up boundaries.

    They had been used as a complaining sponge, to hear who she was wanting to complain about this time, me, my sister, their friends, the church, her job.

    Dumbfounded in disbelief.

    ‘Theres nothing wrong with James… its his _________ thats the problem’. (Once said a Vicar who knew me aged 19)

    Some people can hide their abuse behind closed doors. Other people wear it on their sleeve. All the time.

    On their sleeve. In full view.  Revealed all the time. Like Jimmy Saville for example. And the soon to be impeached one.

    You cant say ‘why didnt you leave’ when you’re a child. There is no escape. And that shouldn’t be said to anyone in a domestic abuse relationship anyway.

    Didn’t anyone else see?

    But everyone knew.

    Everyone still does know.

    Some people have been like it from their beginning.

    And it’s tolerated. Accepted. Protected even.

    ‘They’ve always been like that…. ‘

    ‘They cant be expected to change…’

    They play victim to get sympathy, whilst squeezing every other emotion out of the room.

    Agreed.

    Some people are not cunning enough to hide themselves.

    Some people dont get the chance to have a Rosmerta defend them.

    The worst isnt widely known

    because it would make you shiver.

    Thats the point, rules dont apply to them.

    Scared

    No one could do anything

    because everyone is terrified.

    Its a trauma response that sends chills down the spine.

    and

    no one fully knows the other half of it.

    Some of the abusers are hidden in plain sight. Some have displayed it all the time.

    Just that they have had their accusers silenced and delegitimised.

    If you saw or knew, but didnt do anything, no one blames you, I don’t.

    Why did no one do anything?  Well….. who could? Who would want to?

    Everyone knows, even now.

     

    (and I know Sirius isnt necessarily the person they claimed to him be, thats not the point I was making)

  • 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

     

     

     

     

  • Football bypassing: Why is football the only topic men can talk about?

    I was sitting on a socially distanced ‘packed’ train back from a weekends travel in Scotland a few Saturdays ago, I am sitting on my own, bag on my next to seat, reading a book, there are many other people on the train, the elderly couple, other single people, and a few students. A few seats behind me in the table seat are a group of men, aged probably between late twenties and early thirties. For the distance between Dundee and Edinburgh, on a train, on a Saturday morning. They talk together for the whole journey.

    About football.

    They talk about football.

    About most of the top 6 teams in England, European football and a bit about Scottish football.

    Their chat about football, lasts longer than a game about football.

    And no one is actually playing it. Its the pre-season. So its just about transfers.

    I was introduced to a concept a few weeks ago known as ‘Spiritual Bypassing’ – what this is about is using spirituality to bypass or avoid doing real deep therapeutic work on feelings, hurts, trauma and fears. From being superstitious, ‘if I touch wood it won’t happen’ to more evangelical ‘if we just pray about it it’ll all disappear’.  So im thinking about ‘spiritual bypassing’ whilst on the train. Wondering whether, what is happening between these 4 men on the train isn’t spiritual bypassing, but football bypassing.

    But its not really though. Its more the complete avoidance of talking deeply about anything. Football as a big distraction.

    Later on though, between Morpeth and Newcastle, three very well dressed up young women get on the train, in heels, make up, nice dresses etc, out for their first night out since March. For 10 mins of the journey, their chat is about the night out, make up, getting nails done, tattoos, that kind of thing. Until one of them made a comment like ‘My mam (mum) gets so up tight about me going out, so controlling’ – the response from the friend across the table is : ‘well you’re here now, time to have a good time and forget about her’

    In a way this felt more like ‘bypassing’ or trying to distract away from a difficult situation. Not just ‘night-out bypassing’ makes for a good title. But it was as if the real problem was revealed, but no friend on a train wanted to hold it with them. Maybe the train isnt a good place to do real.

    When I discovered how much of an introvert I was, I realised why I usually got bored talking about football with anyone except my son. Even as a teenager I liked to ‘set the world’ straight, go deep, discover, ask questions. Yet at the same time, some of that I knew I was doing in the last 15 years was avoiding. The deep stuff I liked to talk about avoided the stuff that needed talking about. I could set the world right, but was no where in terms of setting myself right.

    So I didn’t judge the football chat, or night out chat at all. It was sad for me to hear in a way. We all know what our safe topics of conversation are around a table on a train, but at the same time, theres often clues and cues in conversations with friends about the things that are happening beneath the surface, and takes so much effort to keep them at bay.

    What stops us doing real conversation with our friends on a train? What actually are we afraid of?  Ourselves or other people?

    Its one reason why I started this blog, every year its we hear that Men don’t talk, or do emotions – but on those trains it wasn’t just men. Its not enough to give men a phone line to contact when things have got so bad. Make no mistake, im not here to save or rescue – but what I want to do is talk about some of the real, deep emotional things, so that if you are reading this, or other posts it means that you know you are not alone, and that talking, healing and recovery is possible.