Tag: trust

  • You are never not home.

    Regardless of how you have been damaged, there is within you a sanctuary of deep love, trust and belonging.

    (John O Donohue)

    Home is where the heart is….and

    So maybe this is literally true.

    Home is inside you all along,

    where your heart is.

    On the inside, in the inside.

    That inner sanctuary, That inner place

    Soul, Heart, Consciousness, Seed

    That place where you come to rest

    The thing that damage wants to distract you from

    The thing that distraction wants to distract you from

    The place where thoughts never want you to go

    The place beyond the ego, ego graveyard if you will

    You are Home.

    Home is in you

    Home is You

    Everything else is the dream

    Everything else is a unachievable search

    The Shell, the outer, eyes of desire, reaching for the impossible, reaching away from the place of home,

    Where true security awaits, beyond the pain

    Not as far away as you’ve been led to believe

    Not as long as a journey

    You are Home already

    Inside is not Sin or Shame, or Grief or Pain

    These lies cause years of wondering, fearing, wrestling

    Inside there is Love, Trust, Belonging

    Inside you there is home, sacred Home

    Where stillness is the language

    Where its music is power

    Where breath lives like wings of Angels

    Where creativity and desire infuse

    Where time is measured by heart beat

    You are Home

    You are Love

    No buts, no ‘ifs’,

    You have not been that damaged, or broken or hurt

    They pave the way.

    To the door of Home.

    Listen beyond

    To beyond

    Trust that trust is there all along

    Love was always too

    And inside your soul

    is where you truly belong.

  • Your friend, Love.

    Thank you for being  here _______________________,

    Rest your weary, or excitable, or fearful, or wounded heart

    Sit here a moment

    Stay.

    Love is your friend

    Love is your ally

    Love is your teacher

    Love is your hand

    And Love walks as you do, Love walks with you

    So my friend

    Stay here, held, surrounded

    And peace, in the unconditional open arms of

    Your lifelong always and forever friend,

    Love.

  • Why might ‘Self-Love’ be difficult for Men?

    Can I speak for all Men? Probably not, so If you are a man and reading this then forgive me that I might be saying something that doesn’t apply to you. If you’re not reading this, then chances are you might not want to face the subject of ‘Self -Care’ , or that you dont want to read this particular blog, but ill be confident of one thing. One, or more of theses reasons will apply to you, cause you to wince in recognition, or cause a reaction, that may be defensive. Maybe you are a partner, sister or brother of a particular Man, and you can identify some of these. If you are, then be gentle with him. Facing some of these things is pretty terrifying for the first time, be brave to and hold him gently.

    Before I share further. Some of these apply to Women, fully as much as Men. Absolutely. But as a Man im going to just identify some of the ‘Man Issues’ about this.

    1. Because it sounds weak. We’d fix a broken car, and we’d store our car in the garage to look after it, maybe even vacuum and wash it each week/month/year, and take it for a service. Loving something that’s an object, a purchase, a status even seems perfectly acceptable. Self-love feels weak as often we’re not so proud of our bodies, our minds, our previous actions, our attitudes. If it wasn’t ‘Self-love’ and instead it was ‘Power-clean’ ….
    2. Because it means accepting vulnerability. Tending to our needs and self might have to mean realising that we need something, that something in us is in need of attention, there’s a weakness.
    3. Because it might mean accepting defeat. I believed I would be able to survive anything and deal with anything. Stoical survival, keeping going, trapped in a landscape of coercive control, institutional expectation, thinking there was no option, no way out, no alternative, no help, no one else…. at what cost? I wasn’t winning anyway. Self love might mean realising that ‘trying your best’ is enough, and exhaustion and being emotionally drained really isn’t what you are here on earth for. If you want to understand more about trying your best, look it up in the ‘ 4 Agreements’ by Don Miguel Ruiz.
    4. Because it might mean accepting that the person who indentifies it…might be right. Someone else can see what we are going through, someone else in our lives might be telling us to slow down, take a break, stop, do less… Someone else might also be representative of a voice we might not want to listen to. We might have to admit that that voice of our partner, friend or family member might be right. That might take huge courage if we have prided our selves with self sustainability, self dependency, self strength.
    5. Because we spend more time responding to the needs of others, and ignoring our own. Since childhood, I was safe when I tended other peoples needs. When I didnt I was accused of being selfish. These were my deep down reasons. It meant pacifying the monsters. But on other occasions, there were the needs of others in a regular way, such as childrens activities, concerns and issues, colleagues, and with any of us who work in caring roles.. all the people we work with, young people, vulnerable adults, and our colleagues who do so. When we are good at listening to others emotions and needs, we become brilliant listeners, supporters and take on huge amounts of responsibility. … I could also hide my own… for the sake of others… Sometimes id catch myself say ‘Oh Im Ok’ if someone asked. But also, I would avoid being around people who might ask this.
    6. Because it might mean trying to act from our emotions, and articulate them. How many times do I start conversations with ‘I think’ verses ‘I feel’ .. thinking is easy, thinking is about brains, power and intelligence, about success and work.. I think therefore I am…. but actually.. I feel and maybe I become more complete. Starting with ‘I feel’ can take a huge shift.. and this gets me thinking…. sorry,… this gets me noticing and feeling… what words do we have to articulate feelings, that as Men we can use. Buried deep inside us might be the little boy that cried and was told off. The boy who was made to feel embarrassed or ashamed, or The boy who was rewarded for not showing emotion.

    Feeling emotions isn’t as scary as you might think it is. It takes bravery and courage though. Feelings are more than just anger. Self-love might require us to understand our emotions and the needs behind them.

    I feel angry when………. and I know I need………..

    I feel shame when ……….. and as a result I need…..

    I feel tired when…….. and I need……….

    I feel drained when….. and I need ……..

    I feel confused when…….. and I need ………

    I feel misunderstood when ……….. and I need……….

    I feel ……………….. and I need to love myself by doing …………………

    There are other emotions and operating from them is like a brand new language, and our language can help us describe the emotions. It is new.

    7. Because we fear what it life might be like operating from emotions … This new language for emotions (Emotional Intelligence by David Coleman might be a good resource to start with) , creates a new world for us. Life is different, for me, its full of colour, as opposed to stony grey. There is nothing to fear about what it inside of us and part of us.

    8. Because it’ll mean I have to take myself seriously as a whole being.. and im not used to that.. Im used to being part of the machine of work, part of the ‘rat-race’ , doing, providing, success, achieving. My work, as a youth worker, became as much an identity, a safe place, for me, I could be lost in thought, lost in the next challenge, constantly busy, then adding even more to that, like study, or hobbies, or even, writing… Yet huge parts of me were left undiscovered, hidden, and more often that not I was operating in my own shadows. Self-love, means to love and accept ourselves as the humans we are, frailties, complexities, emotions and all. I am enough, and you are too.

    9. Because it hasn’t been safe for us to share or be emotional, when we’ve experiences with our parents, partners or others. (unless frustration at football, or hiding in a dark cinema to cry)

    10. Because we believe we can wait. We can wait until we retire, we can wait until tomorrow, we can wait until its too bad, we can wait until its desperate, we can wait… look there’s something else to focus on instead… we can wait.

    11. Because it sounds, and feels feminine. Getting in touch with ‘our feminine side’ is often roundly criticised and pilloried in the media, many of the books and resources on self love and awareness are targeted for women or written by them. Many, not all. It’ll mean losing the macho, and attending to the malleable.

    12. Because we’re too busy. And business is an addiction. Life being fast keep everything at bay, including our needs and our selves. Even the temptation to be fast runs through everything that could be slow. Bird watching leads to tech competitiveness or getting the perfect shot… walking can end up being an olympic sport… or a hobby to reach the highest, m furthest, newest climb… Slow hobbies in the midst of fast lives can easily become another space for speed, performance and achievement.. and what’s lost… that moment for ourselves again.

    13. Because in the drive for perfection – we turned ourselves critical ..on ourselves. Oh how I love being super critical, asking questions, all in the name of reflection…. but look deeper and I know this is a safe place for me. Look deeper still and I can see how being critical of others stems from being critical of myself, beating myself up to try and be something, someone, better, more than I was yesterday. Try caring for yourself and see what that critical inner voice tries to do.. Loving ourselves means letting a different voice lead the way..and critic voice rarely goes away without a fight…

    I write these and recognise myself in most if not all of them, to some degree at different points in my life. Unlearning the old habits of self – neglect is an ongoing battle. As I look at the list above, I know there are gaps, this isn’t about perfection…I feel this is something important to talk about and share, I also wonder whether there might be good habits for self-love and care for us men that would be good to share too.. what do you do to remember to love yourself? do put these below

    Thank you

    If you want to or need to explore these further, do find a trusted friend, a therapist or someone who can help you to validate your needs and feelings and give you a brave safe space to.

    There are more resources in the menu above and also links to various mens mental health and abuse organisations too.

  • Why I struggle to sleep on a flight

    Why I struggle to sleep on a flight

    There are some people who can sleep on an aeroplane.

    But I, sadly, am not one of them.

    Since February 2020 I have now had the experience of many transatlantic flights to both Montreal and San Diego to meet, visit and spend time with Christelle. At least 12 flights over 6 hours long.

    I had the ‘joy’ of the cancelled flight in July (re arranged to a direct 9hr flight :-)) , and last week a double cancelled, staying overnight in random city (Seattle) only for 2 more flights the next day experience.

    This was me at Seattle…

    Early in my flight experiences I didn’t have many ideas of ‘what to do’ and how it works, so I think on my first Montreal flight I packed a bag full of food, as I didnt click the ‘food option’ but then on the BA flight got a decent 3 course meal, wine, beer and snacks, to my surprise.

    But I often note other people to see what they are doing, like the use of the complimentary cushion, blanket or what’s on their TV to see if that’s something I would like.

    Its not just what other people are doing. I like to know what is going on.

    Every bell noise in the plane, I’m checking to see which of the lights has gone on or off, or whether this causes any sudden movement in the airline crew. What calls are being made. I like to know what’s going on.

    The sleepers I guess dont care, they sleep.

    But for some reason I care, or at least I feel as though I should care or be responsible, or be ready.

    Even after an overnight of 4 hours sleep, and then on the second night flying from Detroit to Heathrow and losing 5 hours, I slept for less than 2 hours, but I at least slept a bit, I think. But it took for me to be completely exhausted to finally sleep, though never feeling that I was actually asleep. The display on the TV went from ‘4hr 40’ to arrival, to ‘1 hr 45’ and I know id been dozing only for much of it.

    What I did this time was have an eye mask on, and ear plugs – and yes ive tried these things before, but they did work for the 2 hours or so this time. It helped me close away from the light and noise that represented things and situations I might need to be aware of.

    Maybe that’s the same as everyone else. But, horror of horrors, there are some people on long distance flights who sleep so well they dont eat or drink anything complimentary? I mean what’s that all about? Who are these people? ;-) Hiding under a blanket and out for the count. Maybe they in that moment are doubly exhausted, and they can just crash.

    But there’s something else.

    There’s three things that come to mind as I reflect on my ‘plane’ sleep experiences.

    The first is my experience of climbing.

    Although I did have some outdoor experiences as a boy, climbing wasn’t one of them, it wasn’t until I was part of the leadership team on young peoples camps in Scotland that I took part in climbing, at two compass centres and on a trip to Edinburgh. I was a nervous, shaking wreck on the first two occasions, trying to get my feet into the ‘sockets’ and my arms reaching up, with barely any arm strength. The third time I went I made a mental note to myself. I would trust the rope. I would trust that the staff had done their work properly to set it up safely, and as a 29 year old I would be ok. But the main thing was, was that I would trust the rope. And I so enjoyed that third climbing experience. Trust.

    The second is that Biblical story of Jesus being asleep in the storm, whilst the waves crash around their boat, Jesus slept, and yet the disciples exclaimed how it could be the case. I guess that some of the disciples stayed awake knowing they felt they had to be responsible for Jesus, given that they knew a little about who he was. As well as try and keep their boat afloat.

    The third thing is that I remember taking ages to get to sleep as a child. I had to stay awake as I simultaneously felt responsible and scared of my emotionally immature psychopathic mother. So, in between reading books, I would be listening at each loud shouting conversation in the kitchen, in the floor below..and it was only one screechy voice that was making the noise. Id be awake listening for each time the hall door would open (as then id turn off my light) or know that the 2nd stair creaked, and then I would turn it off. And then there would be footsteps all the way to my bedroom door, because that’s also where the bathroom door was, next to mine, so I had no idea if I was about to be told off. Often I would be awake long after they would themselves be in bed. It was safe. Many books were read.

    There was no sleep when there was a monster to be aware of.

    Being aware of danger. Trust the rope (plane). Feeling responsible.

    There is a different kind of awareness I often feel on a plane too.

    Its a gap, a space.

    And though I often take books to read (very old school) , what I often find is that I have felt travel tense until I get to the gate and on the plane. However I dont have anything to worry about, there’s travel to the airport (trains to Newcastle or London), security queues and going through it, and any check in required, it doesn’t sound much, writing it, but even with trains on time or a short tube from somewhere in London to Heathrow, I still have some residual travel anxiety. So, getting into my seat on the plane, each time, I get a sense of relief, and also a sense of excitement of the travel to Christelle, which up until then has been mixed with the travel anxiety.

    A breath. An awareness moment on the plane. I go from being anxious about my own getting on the flight process – to then feeling like I am needing to be aware and responsible for other people on the plane. Hence the no sleep. Weird huh. But what I dont have or do on the plane is have wifi – I just charge my phone, eat the food and take time selecting and watching a movie or three. (Yes I have now watched the entire LOTR and Harry Potter films)

    Awareness. Presence. Even on a plane.

    This morning I watched this

    How to be present in 2023 – Eckhart Tolle

    in it he talks about responding to that great challenge… The Cancelled flight. Also about how to have a kind of alertness on a plane. ✈️

    Im learning. I noted how I responded to my double cancelled flight issue of last week, that’s for another piece I think. Life spills over even on 48 hours of travel.

    Tolle talks about the right kind of alertness. About acceptance and surrender.

    Maybe noticing all my feelings is part of all of this. It isn’t taking me long to note how I’m feeling anxious, or overly alert. Sometime my survival skills kick in, other times I give myself the time to stop, note and feel, and remember to breathe. Continually practicing presence.

  • 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