Tag: vulnerability

  • Growth Conditions (on the inside)

    Growth Conditions (on the inside)

    One of the concepts I really like that I have used in some of my community work practices, is that of ABC, and it’s taken from Deci and Ryan’s stuff on self -determined growth. I first found it in Jocelyn Bryans book ‘Human Being’ :Insights from Psychology on the Christian Faith.

    A link to Deci and Ryans stuff is here. Basically how I have tended to share this has been about how young people, more pertinently, how three key factors are required to enable us to be able to ‘grow’

    They are A – Autonomy – the capacity to make decisions about the things that are important to us

    B- Belonging – it’s all about relationship…. but felt safety, felt sense of ‘home’ , being valued, being seen…

    C – Competence – Having the opportunity to do things, take risks, have positive feedback, ‘go beyond’

    Thats it in brief. So, when I share this stuff i normally do so on the basis of the ‘external’ places where these things happen…. or dont… and so when young people (or anyone) feels that they dont have these things, or maybe only 1 – then its unlikely that they will be able to flourish/grow in balance.

    A place where there is felt safety – but no challenge o autonomy might get boring or belittling…

    A place where there is challenge- but no relationship or autonomy might be task heavy, uncaring and disempowered…

    How might all be present, to the extent that a person requires in in a setting, and then, what’s required in a place like a workplace to keep someone in a role, when these things aren’t there. Higher pay? Better conditions? enforced compliance?

    Not every situation is going have ‘all three’ in balance, and maybe thats an impossibility given our individuality, however, in situations where 1, 2 or 3 of these is seriously lacking… and maybe there’s a thing too that some places offer one of these, because of the damage of somewhere else, and people embody these as much as places create them too.

    Yet, I was pondering all this over the last few weeks, given that I used this ‘model’ in a conference recently.

    And I was wondering, how might this all be applied on the inside.

    What if instead, the ‘place’ of growth wasnt the external place of the school, youth group, workplace etc… what might it be if the place was the ‘community’ on the inside?

    The heart, soul and mind in community – linked with thoughts, memory and experience?

    So often I have realised that what I tried to create for others…..I needed myself….

    On the inside….

    What might felt belonging and safety feel like – inside? – a place on where emotions are free to come out and play…. all of them , a place where inside there is a sense of calm, and not urgency, fear or danger…. a place where the talk inside is caring, soft and loving? A place inside of connection and harmony. The inside can rarely feel safe, more a barren landscape that can be thought of in fear…..

    True belonging……. on the inside…..

    Autonomy – on the inside… the ability to make decisions about thoughts and emotions, distinct from the thoughts and emotions, having a sense of control rather than bewilderment, overwhelm and where there’s is choice. Choice to act in a way that is conscious. Inner choices to make assessments of emotions, and thoughts.

    And what about Competence. Inner competence. To feel internally proud of achieving and making hard changes, in behaviour, whether this is addiction, dependence, whether this about self protection, or whether this is the day by day, step by step of seeing, feeling and becoming more awake. Brave steps to face stuff on the inside and work through them, rising to that challenge, often reluctantly or belligerently. Often starting with the externals, the relationship, then working on the internals, the default protective patterns, that are self prisoning. Competence on the inside as a process of ongoing healing from trauma and growth amidst it…and beyond.

    All of these are required for growth. All of these are required in the process of inner deep healing.

    I was reminded also of these yesterday as I watched Brene Browns TED talk again of 15 or so years ago, and the path of vulnerability.

    Im just pondering really, giving these some thought space… what might be required psychologically on the inside for healthy post traumatic growth?

    Maybe these are markers that inner growth is happening?

    And yes its ‘only a theory’ but just pondering….

  • Wake Up Calls

    Something needed to happen for me to change.

    Something needed to happen for the dull aches inside to get dealt with.

    Something needed to happen for me to listen.

    Something needed to happen for me to start to live.

    Something needed to happen for me to realise my heart, and not just my head was a superpower

    I needed to change from survival mode, to ‘I need help’ mode

    From grey stoicism to tears of raw pain, vulnerability and bravery.

    A wake up call.

    Five years ago; Facing homelessness, unemployment (albeit a tiny 1 day a week job) and separation, I made a call to friend, at the end of a summer of hidden tears and confusion.

    A spare bedroom was offered and somewhere safe, a meal out on my first night there and the beginning of a long long road.

    Desperation, vulnerability and a Wake Up call.

    That was the big one. The first one.

    There have been others since, as other aspects of my life needed to be faced with.

    Past pain to be faced, not feared.

    Ive lost times when I know that trying to hide has only hurt myself.

    Ive lost times when realising that the path of self honesty and vulnerability has been the right path

    Ive lost times when its felt like that onion with layers of pain has needed tears to heal, and yet as my friend 5 years ago said, Tears are good. Tears appear when it’s safe.

    Ive lost times when ive felt alive.

    Ive lost times when I have felt.

    Ive lost times when ive had to be brave.

    Ive lost times when I have felt held.

    Ive lost times when the unknown had be trusted

    And my heart has grown, with the safe conditions to do so. Love feeling strong.

    Ive lost times when Ive had to see, unlearn and learn, this new beautiful way of being.

    Yet, I haven’t lost time at all, it’s just the way, if anything ive gained time.

    The sleeping giant needed a wake up call.

    One daily step at a time, one new day to be alive, one day to feel what life has, to be open to the magic and wonder it all.

    Sometimes life needs a wake up call to make its way known to us.

    And a realisation that I could not fight it anymore, it was time to accept, time to grow, time to face and time to listen.

    And now….

    All around there’s new life rising…. from the winter fields

    Runrig (MayMorning)

    Heart still open, tears of joy and well… straining chest muscles from dancing too much…. ;-)

    But it needed a wake up call and my response to it, safety and trust.

    The path of healing is paved with moments of love. In fact it’s surrounded in it.

  • I Like Me

    I’ve been pondering on writing this piece for a few days now, wondering if it is suitable, wondering how to express it, especially as it’s kind of simple. Full disclosure, I have been back receiving therapy since October, on that journey of remaking, regrouping and rebuilding. One of the revelations from it, was the simple yet, deep self -love and compassion acceptance of myself, to the point where I can say and believe the three words above.

    Then this morning I saw the image I’ve included below, by my friend Andy, it was the spark to the flame of this piece. Do check his work out, he is an incredible artist.

    3 simple words.

    I

    Like

    Me

    Can you say them?

    Do you believe them?

    Those three simple words.

    I. Like. Me

    Image by Andy Gray, Email Website

    But I feel so empty?

    But I feel so ugly?

    But I dont feel good enough?

    If you knew what I had done I the past, you wouldn’t like me

    But. But.

    I’ve been told i’m full of sin and shame

    I was abused and neglected

    I feel overwhelmed and responsible

    I feel out of control

    I have so many feelings

    I can’t like me, I can’t , there’s just too much about me not to like

    Is that true? really is that true?

    My friend, that voice is lying to you.

    what about the daft things?

    like what?

    like when Ive forgotten to send that email, or I tripped over the cat, or put peanut butter in the fridge, or when I let those plants die and..

    I really beat myself up for letting the plants die

    It’s ok, you give yourself such a hard time, listen but doubt this voice

    It’s time to realise that you don’t have to believe this voice anymore.

    There is nothing stopping you from being able and willing to like yourself.

    Genuinely, 100% genuinely. 

    Who is listening to the voice telling you that you’re not good enough? Thats you. And you are more, you are bigger and you are the listener of the voice.

    So, you can say the words, however, brave or courageous you need to be, its not weird at all – its just not been your norm, but now, now its time…

    Go on, say it, say it slow, write it down, look in the mirror with love and peace.

    I. like. me.

    There is no frailty, no addiction, no secret, no action, no torment, no worry, no fear, no concept, that is you.

    You are not those things, You are YOU.

    And you can like you.

    It is time to say the words.

    I like Me

    I like me, and I can breathe now

    I like me and when I sit it stillness, there is no torment, no mind fuckery

    I like me, and I dont need to do ..anything

    I like me…and I can rest

    I like me… and knowing this gives me freedom

    I like me… even with peanut butter in the fridge

    I like me…even if it cries

    I like me… even if it tries

    I like me….even if it feels

    I just like me.

    I like me… and I am not broken

    I like me.. and I deserve Happy and love and joy and all the best things

    I like me…

    When ‘I like me’ is more than a meme on Facebook, and self-care just a coping mechanism, but self love and compassion means a genuine sense of self acceptance (beyond self knowledge).

    I like me.

    If used properly, the same mental voice that has been a source of worry, distraction and general neurosis can become the launching ground for true spiritual awakening.

    The Untethered Soul, Michael A Singer, 2007

  • Abuse and the fragility of self-belief.

    ‘You shouldn’t doubt yourself, you’re really good at’

    Aww shucks, thank you

    But when those voices return

    Those ones

    You know the ones I mean

    Every action, every creative, public action is a huge sap of energy

    Self doubt shouts with a megaphone from the recess of the mind

    Ive been fighting my own voices for a few months now

    Maybe for a few longer

    I used to pretend that they weren’t there, but they just lay dormant

    ‘You’re no good at this’

    ‘You never make it work’

    ‘You’re not as good as _________ at it’

    ‘are you sure this is you?’

    ‘Faker’

    ‘Dont have ideas beyond your station’

    The voices

    Self doubt merges into paralytic self criticism

    But then again, its no surprise is it?

    The Trophy child, on display

    All the work, no pay

    A childhood ground on expectation, rules and shame

    With only a few teachers to point me in the right direction

    Relying on my own head to survive, the voices I can tell myself

    Those voices I can do this – despite

    I can be something – without

    I can make it – on my own

    Survival voices, from an unsafe land. Maybe that was it, so much energy taken up in trying to survive, self protection, understanding, trying to please, that there wasn’t space to actually be good at something, to be creative.

    Compliments and encouragement I find hard to trust, easier to dismiss than believe them, I know you mean well.

    It may be easy for you to tell me that I shouldn’t doubt myself – it really isn’t easy for me, I know you mean well

    The effort to doubt my own self doubt, keeping the darkness at bay

    realising that actually, the darkness might be a friend too, it wants to tell me something.

    The battle in my mind, doesn’t need more weapons.

    It’s not a fight. Its a reminder

    A reminder to remember, who I truly am.

    That I am not the voice. That those voices need not over power me.

    A reminder towards love. A reminder towards awakening.

    A reminder towards heart. A reminder towards soul.

    That I am is more than I can.

  • Male Sensitivity : Part 1 (Realising my own)

    Toughen up

    You need to stand up for yourself

    Wimp

    You’re being sensitive

    Softy

    Pussyfoot

    And the ultimate..

    Stop being so Gay. 

    All words Ive heard in my life, some at school, some in places that were meant to be ‘home’. 

    What did all of these words and names mean?  What did they do? What did they communicate as to what is valued. 

    Especially for me, a Man, A boy, A teenager. 

    What about the following: 

    ‘You need to have a ‘thick skin’ to work here. Or to be a ____________ nowadays.

    And ‘that’ profession, it seems strange to say this about a profession that on the face of it should care about people, clergy, teaching, nursing, social work.. 

    What is being valued here?  What does this say about our society? 

    Who is this all in favour of? What is being left out? 

    Shall I be honest with you?

    Ive struggled to write this piece.

    Yet, as you know, ive been able to, or found it ‘easy to’ write about other aspects of my self realisation and awareness journey in the last few years. Including Abuse. Ive come back to the subject of sensitivity in the last month or so. Rereading Elaine Aruns book that I read for the first time 3 years ago, rereading it 3 weeks ago was like new pings going off all over the place, new pieces of my personal jigsaw making more sense, more realisation of how my childhood, schooling and subsequent has been affected by not being able to have my sensitivity valued, though not being able to know or communicate this. 

    Its as if I fear that admitting being sensitive is weak. 

    Its as if I then put myself in the ‘snowflake’ ‘woke’ or ‘wooly liberal’ category. 

    Its as if I then be vulnerable. 

    But what if? 

    I am Sensitive. 

    I am Male, and I am Sensitive.

    And it’s been a strength that ive had to hide. But it’s been there, I can tell.

    And I always have been. It was what to need to be to survive. And not just me.

    It wouldn’t have mattered to retort ‘ no im not gay, im just sensitive’ wouldn’t have helped in the playground. Standing up for bullies hasn’t been about punching my way back, but reporting to the right people. (And then I got bullied for being a ‘tell tale’… honestly.. what is the right thing?) 

    As I read the book ‘The Highly sensitive person’ by Elaine Arun and ‘Sensitive’ (2023) by Hannah Jane Walker, who writes from current research into sensitivity, and in conversation with researchers and psychologists and those in economics and business too, and an interview with Elaine Arun herself, my head is full of further questions and realisations, questions that might be for the future, and so this might be an introduction to ‘Sensitivity’ and specially being a Sensitive Man. 

    Would you like to hear more on this? 

    What insights do you have if you are male and think you might be sensitive?

    Has this been something you have struggled to admit? 

    Could you trust it if you discovered it?  Can I? 

    ‘What if the real story of sensitivity is one of profound vulnerability and resilience, care and empathy, Sensitivity is much more every day, much more mythic than we think. Sensitivity is fundamental to who we are, and I think fundamental to where we go next ‘

    Hannah Jane Walker; Sensitive (2023)

    Maybe it’s time to be proud of being sensitive. Maybe it is for me, maybe it is for you. Time be courageous and dig deep into this strength thats been hiding behind masks and expectations.

    What did it feel like to you to listen to your sensitivity, pay attention to that soft voice inside, and care, cooperate and listen, rather than seek to compete, dominate and rule?  Is ‘hardness’ a required mask?

    Male Sensitivity… let’s talk about it. What does this mean to you?

    Has being sensitive been a gift or a challenge for you?

    Are you in a job, a community or relationship which values sensitivity?

    Do share below, and let’s talk about it.

    References;

    The Highly Sensitive Person – Elaine Arun (1999)

    Sensitive – Hannah Jane Walker (2023)

    If you’d like to hear more on this, my recent video shared some of the indicators of sensitivity. Do give it a watch.

  • Courage to Love

    Most of you who read this will be my friends.

    All of you will be human.

    Some of you will have different beliefs than I do

    All of you will be human

    A number of you will defend things I cannot stand.

    All of you will be human

    Some of you can’t see what I can

    All of you will be human

    Some of you can see more than I can

    All of you will be human.

    Even if we dont share the same opinion, live the same dream, believe the same belief.

    Artistic, Creative, Numerical, Destructive.

    All of us are human.

    All of us are on this one universal planet

    All of us are connected.

    All of part of this planet.

    Life Force. Love source. Aware or unconscious.

    You, me and all of us.

    Accepting it or denying it – are part of the same.

    The same flesh, blood and frailty.

    The same mess and vulnerability.

    That needs to go to pharmacies for aches and pains.

    That cries at the most ridiculous.

    That blames others, until realising that it is only ourselves that can change.

    We are all one.

    We are.

    If…

    We are all connected, all one, all part.

    Then what makes sense?

    What is this all for?

    Why am I here?

    To do what?

    What part do I play..in this universal cosmic drama?

    And what’s the best way of playing it with all of you..my fellow cosmic acting buddies?

    What’s important? What do I need to find out? What am I to learn?

    Its Love, isn’t it?

    Just love, isn’t it?

    From the cosmic, to the cosmetic

    Love is more important than we think.

    Love builds

    Love tries

    Love creates

    Love sees

    Love plants.

    Love is.

    Love doesn’t pretend, doesn’t play games, isn’t for performance, doesn’t protect the institution , or ideology.

    Love. Is more than enough

    If we trust it.

    Im here to love, and so are you.

    There’s nothing more meaningful than this.

    Nothing more meaningful that I could write.

    Nothing more meaningful that you could hear.

    That if we’re scared of love – we have to be vulnerable to it

    If we’ve dismissed it – its time to feel it

    If we’ve managed without it – its wounded others along the way.

    Love our neighbour as our self.

    Frail, tender, vulnerable shoots of love.

    Messy love, that gently accepts in the midst

    Powerful love that challenges injustice

    Desperate love that hopes

    Compassionate love that dreams.

    Courage to love.

    Brave love.

    Im here to love, as are you.

    Not fight, battle, hold, buy, or Lord

    But be human in our human self.

    True self. Messy Self. Loving Self. Love self.

    Gentle self. Kind self. Listening self.

    Thats who I am, and so are you.

    We are all Human.

    Even if we dont want to admit it or enjoy it.

    Its what we are, and we all are the same.

    Bit part players in a cosmic drama, led by our hearts, souls and minds.

    Can we try to love each other a bit better?

    Can we heal so we stop wounding others?

    Can we lose our rights to love our humanity?

    Just a tiny bit better?

    Love guides. Like the angel tugging at your heart. Trying to find a way in.

    Listen to love. The universe will guide.

    Fellow human, dont give up, dont give in, dont surrender to something invisible, that isn’t the very love pumping around your heart.

    Love will find a way. Love, just is.

  • 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.

  • Vulnerability; The Surprising Path to Spiritual Growth

    Vulnerability; The Surprising Path to Spiritual Growth

    I written before that being involved in church as a teenager was a ‘safe place’ for me. It was a place to develop a bit of an identity, a space to have some importance – I was a junior leader, I was in the music group, I was part of the ‘Mens group’ from 18 for about 6 months, and after then was a leader in church things, team leader on a frontline team, youth leader in a church. Church meant involvement, and from about the age of 18 it was a place for me where I had some respect, importance. It was a place where I had responsibility.

    Psychologically it was the place, one of many, that as a younger child, my ‘adaptive’ child took precedence. I adapted into the adult world of the local church, was a leader, even in the youth group, and had some kind of status. This isn’t and wasn’t new by any stretch of the imagination. It happens a lot. The most significant thing for me was that it was a space where my parents left from me being around 13 years old. So it immediately became safer for me, and only their torpid residue still hung on, like tentacles of time.

    My role in churches, whether youth worker, leader or in ecumenical groups or denominations was exactly what the 20-30’s me required. Churches in which I kept some emotional distance (because I was an employee in many cases) , and could be important and useful, through either a paid role or voluntary ones involving music, young people or just by being a thoughtful, critical person who could preach or lead services even now and then.

    ADAPTED JAMES was in his element.

    The Shield.

    Wounded interior hiding behind a hard shell. Back turned.

    Oh and it was so easy.

    Adapt to rules, expectation and performance

    What I mean is, that it was so easy for me to exist in this way.

    Nothing in main could get close, because academic critical head of mine would question, criticism or cynicism it away.

    By the way that’s when I know I’m not feeling safe. I can tell.

    But then I could keep all the barriers up.

    I could hide the wounds behind the active mind. I didn’t have to be. To be honest, I didnt know, that I wasnt ‘being’ I was just aware that I wasnt alive. Not fully.

    Church was a place where I could easily hide. Keep up the appearances. Easy to keep masks on when no one else is asking that question, and if they did I would run and hide.

    Hiding behind responsibility, Hiding behind intelligence, Emotions left outside, Emotions no where.

    Though I wouldn’t have admitted it, at the time, I had tied myself into the expectations of the identity of ‘going to church’, and it helped me in some ways to have some parts of my ego massaged with some importance and influence, but I didnt want to get close. And for a number of years I didnt know why.

    I couldn’t emotionally invest myself in church. I needed it for my sake. Aside from frustrations I had no emotion to give at times. I had a head faith. But a head full of doubts. But not a heart faith – because actually that heart was well and truly hidden. And only, only on rare occasions did anything get through – especially in a church situation.

    I used to criticise people in churches for not being real and vulnerable – when that was me – I just lacked any awareness to know it.

    Projection as a defence mechanism, I shudder with my own embarrassment.

    What provoked all flow of thinking you might ask?

    I think, actually, no, I feel and beginning to know, that part of the healing journey I have been on in the last 3-4 years has been emotional, it has also been spiritual, and this has affected how I have interacted with the formative faith of my up to 40 year old self. I would say I have had more spiritual experiences since undergoing therapy than any time before. Through times when I have felt the most broken and confused, damaged and lost and also times when I have recognised my need to love myself – and to sense the spirituality and consciousness within myself. Its a journey that has taken me to Eckhart Tolle, to Karen Armstrong, to Gary Zukav, Irvin Yalom, Paulo Coelho, Richard Rohr, Victor Frankl and Haemin Sunim, and many others, as I continually discover the universe as a spiritual being, and the spiritual being deep inside of me, and spirituality of my body – the feelings and emotions. Holding in balance a spirituality that includes myself, God, creation and the other, and not denying the very heart and soul of myself – for the sake of the other.

    But what I read today was the thing to which so much of my spiritual and religious life made some sense, and for that I hand the end of this blog over the the wonderful Brene Brown.

    When religious leaders leverage our fear and need for more certainty by extracting vulnerability from spirituality and turning faith into ‘compliance and consequences’ rather than teaching and modelling how to wrestle with the unknown and to embrace mystery, the entire concept of faith is bankrupt on its own terms. …

    (Brene Brown, Daring Greatly) going on to say….

    I needed Church and I thought church needed me.

    I left my own vulnerability at the front door. It was barely on the same street to be honest.

    Performance, expectation and compliance was my safe place.

    I know I did this, but how common is it? What is the cost in ministry terms when vulnerability isnt culturally valued? Thats a question others can answer…

    Thanks Brene, for helping me see, again, and be grateful for the journey I have been on, grateful for the churches and groups who hosted and held me, who I kept at arms length and who I ran from when I got emotionally frightened. Thank you because you didnt know, and I didnt know what kind of emotional mess and what kind of emotional trauma I was and still carry. Thank you for doing your best, well most of you.

    Thank you more so for those who in more recent days have held my actual vulnerability as I have let you into the layers and I have found connection and warmth and life through this process, thank you.

    Thank you Brene too, for causing me to see the extent to which I was hiding and avoiding being vulnerable.

    Surprisingly Emotional Therapy has given me Spiritual Epiphanies. Learning to be vulnerable to myself, learning to uncover the hard shell and layers one by one, learning to be warm and loving to myself. To value the God within. To Value love as a feeling, myself as a human. To be. To be , from the inside out.

  • Why ‘Healing for Men’ and not for all?

    Why ‘Healing for Men’ and not for all?

    I sometimes get asked the question : ‘Why are you writing just to Men?’ so I thought I might share a little in response and maybe pose a few further thoughts on this, thoughts, that may not be complete, but thoughts that share a little on some of my reasoning and motives for the blog as it is:

    1. The main reason ‘Healing for Men’ is that I am male. Its kind of obvious, but theres no way I would want to speak for, or to women. Yes I know women read what I write, some women read it and pass it on to their male friends or partners. My experience is from a male perspective, my perspective, of what it was like to grow up in an emotionally abusive home and the implications of that, of being a son, a brother, a husband and father, and also male in various workplaces such as supermarkets, call centres, and through education to Masters and 20 years in faith based youth and community work, all as a male. But also what its like for me, as a male, accessing therapy, accessing the process of therapeutic learning, self help, self awareness and rebuilding. I have tried where I have been able too to write from my experience.
    2. The Mental health, suicide crisis is virtually solely a Male one in the UK, its the biggest cause of death for the 30-50’s, and though I can honestly say I wasn’t close to making that life ending decision aged 40, it might have been close if it wasnt for a small group of friends and a place to stay. Part of this blog then, is for me to talk about what getting help, vulnerability and life change is like for me, what shame, guilt, feeling trapped is like and sharing something of my journey. Could it be that men might read this and think that they are not alone? Maybe…
    3. Though numbers of this are increasing, I want to raise the profile of Male victims of Domestic Violence, and the support offered, accessible to others (links included), but also I think it is as important to speak into the situations of where men abuse women, as this is tragically still more common. Though I recognise that if this is you, you are unlikely to be reading this, but one day you might reflect on your behaviour, change is possible, starting with acceptance, vulnerability, you don’t have to abuse and objectify women forever, that frightened part of you can heal, give it light.
    4. I am wondering if there are specific actual aspects of a breakdown-healing-self awareness- growth journey might be characteristically male. I have read recently that less men access therapy, and less men are present at seminars on DV or Trauma – these are seen as ‘female’ issues..are they? , I am not qualified enough to suggest responses to the men and therapy question generally – though for me it was about pride, and about not wanting to start a process that felt dauntingly large – knowing what I had hidden or avoided for so long. (I acknowledge therapy isn’t for everyone, though I will also say that external activities that say they are therapeutic, (like screaming at a football match) might only scratch some of the surface) – but might there be male attitudes to ‘getting help’ ? More men that women might be externalisers who hide and defend their weaknesses – through a veil of codependency, narcissism or worse – but women do this too. (21 reasons men hide their vulnerability – here)
    5. One of the ‘Male’ perspectives and attitudes that I didn’t grow up with – given that my own father was an abused Dad , was the idea of ‘Macho’, strong, and senses of achievement, and physical strength – its not something I can relate to – but, the ‘Macho’ I had to be was have inner survival strength to cope with emotional shit, and the emotional beatings and manipulations of a lifelong psychopathic mother. I can’t speak from the ‘macho’ culture, but dont we all hide behind strengths of a variety of different kinds? I am intrigued at some level by the toxic masculinity conversation, and reflecting on its effect, on men, since childhood, and how it plays out in families, workplaces and elsewhere. What if we stopped trying to live up to, but started to live? I know I’m not going to heal the world, and I dont profess to, yet I do know and have heard of men who have recognised themselves in some of what I have written, and I’m honoured to have been able to connect in this way.
    6. Healing for Men, for whilst we as men dont fill up the therapy rooms, we are bulging at the addiction clinics, whether its gambling, food, alcohol, porn, drugs or something else or we’re drowning in overwork – these are all conditions that stem from deep loss, brokenness and trying to run and hide. This is what we turn to often – the external – when its the internal that’s crying in pain. At least, thats what I did. I am sure women turn to these things, or others too.

    Another thing more common to men is take on roles of Power and Authority, it becomes an addiction and a mask.

    Given our influence, in our families, workplaces, homes, and communities – dont those around us deserve us to be the best we can be? Our real selves? What would it mean to be vulnerable – for the first time- to accept and acknowledge needing help? To start by admitting defeat, but not the end? Ultimately all I really want to do in this blog is continue to share the parts of my journey that I want to make public, to encourage any man in their own process of growth, self learning and personal truth, to let them, to let you know that change from any behaviour is possible.

    Your emotional needs are important, men, you are important.

    Self care and self help isnt just for women

    Self -love isnt weak

    It takes courage to admit

    Real courage

    The strongest strength you have ever had to look inwards

    Its where real power lies.

    You dont need to carry around an emptiness forever, friend.

    Neither do I.

    So thats some of my reasoning for ‘Healing for Men’ – maybe the other is that theres already alot out there for a female audience, not that there aren’t resources for men either, but felt that I could be specific, and personal, and be one male, sharing my story, speaking with and to other men, as we all journey though life.

    Thank you – do click like and share with others, and thank you for your ongoing support

    Healing for Men, the world is a better place – when we are too.

  • Courage to be Human

    Courage to be Human

    Courage to be Normal

    Courage to be Happy

    Courage to accept that I am who I am

    Courage to stop

    Courage to breathe

    Courage to cry and weep

    Courage to be vulnerable

    Courage to hurt

    Courage to feel

    Courage to know myself

    Courage to be brave

    Courage to say No

    Courage to say Yes

    Courage to be disliked

    Courage to dance

    Courage to not give a fuck

    Courage to believe

    Courage to grow

    Courage to protect

    Courage to feel it all again

    Courage to say I can’t do this by myself anymore

    Courage to ask for help

    Courage to not carry on- the way it was

    Courage to listen to my heart

    Courage to listen to my soul

    Courage to be

    Courage to tell myself, that I am valuable

    Courage to accept myself – as I am

    Courage to live

    Courage to enjoy

    Courage to play

    Courage to make

    Courage to love

    Courage to relax

    Courage to change

    Courage to shout

    Courage to be angry

    Courage to be open

    Courage to be still

    Courage in the midst

    Courage to be… content

    Courage to be

    Courage to respect ourselves

    Courage to be real

    Courage to understand our emotions and control them

    Courage – do we have it?

    It takes courage to love – when its easier to pick a fight

    It takes courage to be open – when its easier to hide

    It takes courage to stop and be here now – when its easier to avoid and rush into tomorrow

    What might it mean to have courage?

    What might it mean to be strong?

    What might it mean to choose a path of courage – for yourself?

    What might it mean to act with courage everyday?

    Don’t you deserve it,

    to be courageous with yourself?

    The good, loving human that you are?