I'm writing as a response to the day 10 question to ponder. The question is, is there someone who you hide your feelings from, and why?
I hide my feelings from my mom. When I was very young, she made it clear that she would not tolerate my anger/sadness/fear. Im 48 now, and just about every single day I struggle to accept my own anger. I hide when I feel anxious (which is alot). I generally keep my opinions to myself for fear of people rejecting me. I've made good progress in my relationship with my husband, who is very supportive (he also introduced me to TMS!). But with others, especially my mom, true connection is a challenge.
Ive thought about telling her how her emotional neglect in my early childhood has affected my life. I haven't done it, though. She's nearing 80. What good would come of it? I may feel temporarily better (or not) and she would feel guilty and have to question things she did or said forty something years ago.
I have alot of grief around how my life could have been, and how it would feel to have an attentive mother who is truly curious about me. Not just about superficial things. Can anyone relate to this? I often feel so abnormal due to how strongly this still affects me.
I hide my feelings from my mom. When I was very young, she made it clear that she would not tolerate my anger/sadness/fear. Im 48 now, and just about every single day I struggle to accept my own anger. I hide when I feel anxious (which is alot). I generally keep my opinions to myself for fear of people rejecting me. I've made good progress in my relationship with my husband, who is very supportive (he also introduced me to TMS!). But with others, especially my mom, true connection is a challenge.
Ive thought about telling her how her emotional neglect in my early childhood has affected my life. I haven't done it, though. She's nearing 80. What good would come of it? I may feel temporarily better (or not) and she would feel guilty and have to question things she did or said forty something years ago.
I have alot of grief around how my life could have been, and how it would feel to have an attentive mother who is truly curious about me. Not just about superficial things. Can anyone relate to this? I often feel so abnormal due to how strongly this still affects me.