well.... this was titled this morning.... and now after a full day ... I write!
The thing to write about is the Men's group meeting... ARMOR... what gives me strength? What did I learn about emotions/feelings? What did I learn about death, illness, etc... How am I vulnerable... and what does vulnerability mean? How do I feel about asking for help?
For me... sadness is what I wrote as my armor... it is better than anger... for me. Anger starts when I am saddened... probably mostly when I am silenced. As for EMOTIONS... they were beaten out of me... and now I am rather NUMB... Emotions are MUTED... not to sad... and certainly not to happy... and more importantly - not a lot of loving vs hating... Neither get goo workout.
AND then there is the idea -- relative to help... One can only depend on family... AND NOW ... what family do I have? My daughters, cousins, and special friends.. And do I TRUST?? No!!!! I have been abandoned... ignored... And that is true! Abandonment... Good old Linda poo poo'd that years ago... and what along with other things were things she was wrong about... Even bad! maybe...
And so ... what are my ARMORS? retreat... isolation... shutting down... AND denial??? Denying I am angry? Lost? ... At the baseball game earlier this week... there was a lot of confusion and poor planning and I suffered. I didn't like not knowing where people were.. Where seats were... I don't like getting lost. It was very painful...
Others have abandoned me... and I withdraw....
OY!/
Have I ever really loved? Felt love... It is probably true I never loved well... that is another issue. But have I felt love? Or was it a feeling of wanting to love? A yearning? .... Well - I think I have loved... and it was not excepted... and I should have realized that when a person doesn't believe me when I am telling the truth.. or A Truth... or a truth in the MOMENT... It would have been good to have said that to someone who was open and able to build in/onto that... Too bad I didn't understand the damage that person was still carrying... OH WELL...
NOW - I am very tentative... AFRAID.. perhaps... really... Why put myself in the position to be rejected... Why open myself to rejection... like a thanksgiving a few years ago... Like other people... Oh well. OY!
My father ... did a job on my reputation... I may have done one on him... I wonder who was more right? Who was supposed to love and protect whom? What demands could who make? And the lasting shit is just that... SHIT... My mother followed and/or did some leading... And my sister -- played the innocent... She didn't know.. She didn't see... or hear... Maybe that was true... but she also wouldn't listen to me... years ago when we were in our 20's, 30's. She wasn't so innocent as she was oblivious and wanted to stay that way. And -- so -- as I often said -- it was the three of them... plus whatever help they could hire or otherwise get.
Helper... being a helper... that is what I think I am.. I help when I can, when I am needed, when I am aware of need. I don't necessarily go and look for needy people... but I am inclined to help... and to reject those who don't help...
Next week.. I meet with the new/interim rabbi... I would like to be restored to doing most of the service I used to do.. Being gabbai is not necessarily appropriate... but the singing, davening, teaching (at Jonah) is what I hope for!!!