Posts Tagged ‘Counselling’

19th Communication Breakdown

I have since stopped stewing over the way I responded to my  friend, regarding plans for this coming weekend [Yesterday. It is now Sunday 22 November as I write this!]. Some of you will know what the situation was, and what action I took to fix it. I am not outlining the situation, nor sharing the letter I wrote to my mate, out of respect for his privacy.

I did intend to communicate in an even handed manner, I did have good intentions. But after that first post, I  got so riled that I verbally stormed at my friend, causing him to become defensive. I just took control of the situation. Determining the outcome of the weekend plans, without giving him a chance to put his case forward and allow him to make a decision. AND, pissing him off in the process.

Like I said in, Mephisto’s Comedy Festival: Where Is Tony?, I understood my behaviour and why I responded the way I did.  However, recognising this, and taking constructive steps to repair the damage, is an important step for me. In the past, I have always fought the responsibility of owning my behaviour, accepting responsibility, and making amends. I’m not saying that I am a total prick, just that, I am finally learning to take it on the chin.

I don’t think I would have been so sensitive about the change in plans, if it wasn’t for the post-counselling blues. In fact, I might have been up for doing something new. However, I would have been more level headed, and not conducted an invasion of  Normandy. Still, what is done, is done.

No, I have received no acknowledgement to the email, and while I would like one, I am not expecting to get one. But the aim of the exercise was to make to amends to him, and to forgive myself.  My intention was to take ownership of my behaviour, and to absolve my own conscience. I have done that.

Still, I did end up having a great day. Noreen, a friend I met on Facebook, came down to Sydney. What started out as a Deaf Club date, became a breakfast/ brunch date, and afternoon drinks and art gallery hopping.

Looking back on this situation, is making me reflect on how I form and conduct [for want of a better word] relationships, and the expectations that I bring to them. The above  scenario is the result of a breakdown in communication, and a clash of expectations. There was no real honesty during the conversation [email exchange] itself.

This is making me think of my relationship with another friend.  Let’s call him Joshua. We have known each other for a while now, but it has only been this year, that our relationship has grown beyond the superficial, into a deeper connection and understanding. Mind you, that connection was always there, and that connection sustained our friendship during what I call the shallow period, allowing it to eventually blossom.

My relationship with Joshua is still growing and changing. It is going through the four stages of forming, storming, norming and performing. [A concept I learnt when I was training with Friends For The Young Deaf, 10 years ago, and one that can be used to describe the how people form relationships.] We are stuck at norming, with the occasional storm, but I’m not as scared of these changes  as I used to be. Though I am finding myself questioning my expectations.

What are my expectations of Joshua and our friendship? I don’t know. I guess I am just going along for the ride to see what develops.

During my counselling, my skill in reading my closest friends and family, has become quite sharp. I’m sure, Joshua and all my other close friends, read me as well as I can read them. I am famous for my use of deflection to avoid confrontation, both internally and externally. While I am getting better at NOT deflection or hiding, I do lapse every now and then, such as during my conversation with Damian last Friday night, which turned into yet another counselling session [Damian, if you are reading this, I do tip my hat off to you!]

I have a very good sense of my friend Joshua, who he is, where he is coming from, what he yearns for. I see myself in him. When I am with him, I see myself reflected back at me. No matter, how many walls he throws up, how many deflections he makes, he can’t really hide from me. I don’t think he wants to. He yearns for the same thing we all want, decent relationships with integrity. And he gets that from me.

I have to tip my hat off to Joshua, he was the first person, in along time, to clearly demonstrate to me, that I am a human being worthy of being loved. Maybe Joshua wasn’t the first. I’ve seen it in Alison. I’ve seen it in Hugo. I’ve seen it, but couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge that affection. Or the fact, I inspire affection in people, or inspire them to accept me. I never thought I was that worthy.

People used to tell me, that I light up a  room when I walk in, but I never believed them. My esteem wouldn’t allow me. I can see it now. I can accept it now. I can see it in Joshua’s face. I have grown, and matured to the point now, where I just allow myself to luxuriate in that feeling. It is something that everybody should experience. Not just me. Everybody!

I have to laugh at Joshua’s demonstrations of affection. Not in a nasty way, or because they are comedic, but because I am recognising my own self being reflected back at me. However, there is always one of those, however, like me, Joshua deflects at some moments of vulnerability, which makes me wonder, what is he trying to tell me? What does he wants to share? What does he need to vent?

Why do I have  different picture of Joshua, to the one a lot of other people have? I find it true of all my friends. I am a safe harbour.

As I said, I am not afraid of the changes and growing pains in my relationship with Joshua [but who is kidding themselves I wonder?], and I am happy to cruise along the highway, on a  journey of discovery. If there was no integrity there, I wouldn’t open myself or allow myself to be vulnerable with him! Or anyone else for that matter!

Little Demon: The Adored One Part III

I am a very instinctual person. Not that I am always right, ask my friend Alison whom I misjudged when I first met her.  But in general, I do tend to trust my instincts over what I am told, or what is shown to me; when meeting new people, being involved in new situations, or observing committee members in action.

If I am true to myself , I prefer not to make immediate, or face value judgements. I would rather let a person reveal themselves to me, through what do, rather than what they actually say, or even better, when they make Freudian slips. Watching situations unfold and watching how people act and respond, makes for some interesting revelations. Especially if you know the people/ persons very well or are close to them.

Why am I saying this?

Well, a couple of my friends have asked me, in reference to my posts Little Demon: The Adored One and Little Demon: The Adored One: The Adored One Part II, how can I be sure that my feelings are not, or won’t be reciprocated? All I can say, is that my instincts aren’t telling me otherwise. And if I trust my instincts, then I have my answer, but of course, in this is a situation I would love to be  proven wrong. So, bring it on!

I have started journaling again, at the suggestion by a friend. I used to journal, but have not done so in years. Never felt the need to. But the Adored One is causing me so much angst, that I need to work it out. At least, with journaling,  which will be private, I can write explicitly about The Adored One. After all, what is a journal, but a voodoo doll. The pen is the pin, the words are all the gamut of emotions known to man, and I can pretend that they are the ones suffering without my love to ease the pain!

Another issue that came up, and one that my counsellor raised. “Am I falling for a straight guy [or that person], because it is safe to do so?”

I can see the point of the question, but I don’t think I am. Simply, the attraction just happens. It could well be, that it was always there to begin with, but something happens that changes my feelings for the Adored One. Maybe I am not aware that I am actually looking for the sexual attraction, thinking it’s only the friendship that I want. Or admitting to anything other than friendship?

It’s not that I can’t come to terms with my feelings for the Adored One. My first Adored One, whom I am still close friends with, 27 years later, I am still attracted to. And I guess, through the counselling process, I was finally able to express many of my feelings and emotions from that time. This allowed me to be released from that situation and move on. I am comfortable with my feelings for him. I am no longer guilty or anxious. Maybe there will always be some issues, but in the main I am OK. I can settle down and enjoy the relationship for what it is, and love my friend, as all good friends should.

In the light of what I have just said, history is repeating itself. There are several issues I will list, but not elaborate on, that I am resisting having to grapple with:

  • Am I confusing emotional/ platonic attraction with sexual attraction?
  • Am I using my feelings for the Adored One, to fill in a real need?
  • Am I really attracted to him? When I looking at some pictures of him I wonder what he fuck is all this fuss about? I can pick holes in his physical attractiveness, but it does not alleviate the pangs.
  • Why am I fighting this so hard? Over analysing it even?
  • Why am I resisting letting go of the idea that I may not be attracted to the Adored One at all?
  • Why am I resisting telling the Adored One how I feel?
  • Why am I resisting the idea that I may not really be sexually attracted to the Adored One?
  • Why am I resisting the idea that I can come to terms with my feelings and still be friends? [Maybe it's because I don't fucking want to!]

Perhaps, the answer IS the fear of discovering that my friendship is a sham, and that I am a selfish politician, if I reject the relationship because I do not get what I want? Perhaps IT IS the fear of feeling empty, when if I let go of the attraction because it makes me feel good? Perhaps IT IS, the fear of being discovered as a fraud, because I was not a genuine friend? Perhaps IT IS the  fear of being caught out as a fool? More pertinently, perhaps it is the simple fear of being found out to be human, and making a  right arse of things like all human beings do? Perhaps I am fighting my humanity, and not allowing myself to be human in all its glorious mess? Perhaps I am under estimating my own strength and will, in dealing with my attraction to the Adored One?

In my more lucid moments, when I am not being distracted by the Adored One, I find that there is a distinct difference to my attraction to the Adored One now, and the Adored Ones of yesteryear’s. While I am still engaged in an all out war with myself and my feelings, I’m no longer disparaging myself as a person. A sign of greater confidence in myself?

That’s why I invented Mephisto. To be everything, I felt I wasn’t.

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