Friday, February 22, 2013
Out of the rabbit hole...
When you grow up with crazy, harmful people, you develop a rather specific set of survival and coping strategies. Some of these can be useful later, many of them are not. It took years after cutting off contact with my abuser to create enough safe space to look at things. It took years beyond that and several whirlwind, swept off the feet, dare I say manic relationships to start breaking some of those inner protective shells open. Outnumbered, I was presented with incontrovertible trends and was forced to deal with them. I also learn better by fucking up first. I'm aware of much more of myself, and don't have to try to fix other people so I can watch how I do it and use that technique on me later.
I was throwing myself into things, driven by questions I'd not dared to even ask before. Once asked and answers, the questions seemed to lose their hold on me, and I saw that it was the wanting and wondering that was keeping me attached, not the thing itself. A few of the things I've asked for have come to pass, many have just been tried or entertained, and I realized it sounded better in my head and I didn't need that after all. Still, you never know if you don't try.
The hardest thing has been coming to terms with my reproductive system. We finally decided to actually take a break from thinking about it or talking about it until this spring, and then if nothing happens by the time I'm 35, we'll bag the mission. I'm ok with the idea now. I'm not *happy* about it, but I can talk about it without going moist and dribbly and have started looking for what comes next. To say this was a hard place to get to would be an understatement. There were many months of anxiety, disappointment, anger, depression bordering on suicidal, existential despair, crying on the buses home, fear that I would never find happiness or purpose again, a few self-destructive phases where I could see myself getting farther and farther out of control but couldn't stop because I was trying to crash just for the catharsis of an external disaster (thankfully it never came to that), resignation, grudging acceptance and finally coming up with at least a plan to make another plan.
My husband climbs mountains on the outside to keep things interesting. I feel like I'm on the other side of an internal one. I haven't actually solved anything yet. I don't have a clear direction for a non-breeding plan, but I have a few leads and I can see myself working with kids again in the future. I can visit the stink-monkeys from the failed daycare and not cry in the car because I miss them and I'm afraid that was my one chance. I can imagine the things I'd like to do without children, and joke that it's not so bad being the only one at a kids birthday party who doesn't look ragged and starved for complex sentences.
Work schedules have changed and though it's taking some adjusting, I have more meaningful time with those close to me and more time to myself to get working on those things that make me feel like I'm moving instead of treading water.
I'm still too close to burnout to give energy to those who take and never seem to get full, but I'm attracting happier, healthier people into my life. I'm trying new things and going places that are uncomfortable and discovering they're not so bad after all (like rock walls). I'm feeling kindness and affection from unexpected places, and remembering why I do what I do in the first place.
I'm writing again, haltingly, but steadily getting some of the things in my head onto a page. I'm remembering who I am at home. I'm looking back on all the things that were important or emotional or delicate and feel not entirely unlike I do when I look back on my high school writings. I'm not embarrassed, I don't think less of myself for having those experiences, but I'm really glad that Past Me was that way and Present Me is much more comfortable with and conscious of what's going on.
I haven't plotted a destination, but I've found my feet again and I feel a little like dancing.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
random navel gazing
The biggest part about this that I'm having trouble with is figuring out what to do with the rest of my time. At first it was a crush of "this is what I've spent my whole life gearing up for, what do I do now?" But I'm starting to come around on that front. I'm not entirely sure that I'm being honest about this. Yes, I've been generally heading in that direction but it's possible that this is yet another in a series of excuses about how I'm trying to get ready for some big thing, about to start down a path, but it's really an excuse to not actually *do* anything now.
I felt like I'd lost some central thread, some major project that was going to give meaning to my life and be the thing I did that would be remembered. What was the point of collecting all this information if I wasn't going to pass it on? And then I read Herman Hess's "Siddhartha" after it had been sitting on my Kindle for quite a while. Hess points out that no matter how much you know, even if you've achieved "enlightenment", that knowledge is yours, and it was found by your own experience and you can't really pass that along because the things that lead you to your own understanding are not the things that will lead others to theirs. Mulling this over on the bus yesterday, vacillating between tears because I have no dreams left and admonitions about how this crisis of self is narcissistic wanking, I've circled back around to a few ideas. Yes, it is possible that the never ending journey to find one's essential self is a project born of Berkley trust-fund hippies who have more time than useful work on their hands, that personal empowerment retreats and walking on coals are all one big distraction from the unseemly truth that most people in the world have to actually work for a living, and yes, it's not necessarily fun or fulfilling, but they do it because it needs to get done. there was never some idyllic time when living off the land and being connected to nature was a magical, peaceful time that we need to get back to so we can commune with the spirits. Life has always been hard, nature kills us all the time and there's a huge difference between choosing to grow a victory garden with some chickens and watching your family starve because something went wrong with the crops that year. One is a hobby, albeit a useful one with real economic and ecological impacts, and the other is just another kind of work, great some days, but just that thing you have to do to survive all the rest of the days. whether I'm behind a plough or a keyboard, the net effect of having to spend a portion of my life doing things i don't really want to, but need to anyway is the same.
I have a job, it's not a magical, wish granting job, but it's a good job that I enjoy for the most part, I can do it, I get decent perks and give or take a few dollars, it's as reasonable a position that I'd find anywhere else at this time. I've tried a lot of jobs for many reasons, and no matter how much I loved or hated it, there were days I had fun and days I'd really rather have stayed in bed. After the co-op closed down, I'd pretty much exhausted the list of things I wanted to do without additional schooling, and while I'm in a bit of a holding pattern, I'm not sure that's such a bad place to be. To start, I *have* a job, which is no mean trick these days. I also have no idea what else I'd rather be doing right now. I could come up with another long-term plan, but I'm not unconvinced that wouldn't just be another stalling tactic to avoid making the most of what I have right now in front of me.
The thing I'm afraid of is becoming what i see so much around me, people who go to work to get money to go to the same bars and clubs on the weekends to get drunk and have the same embarrassing adventures, making the same mistakes and lamenting them loudly and publicly year after year. I'm afraid that if I settle into the present, I'll get stuck in a rut and keep doing the same things over and over and years will pass without anything real happening. I'm starting to realize that perhaps there's a middle ground between "Office Space - Goth Edition" and a grand, unifying life that changes the world. I'm thinking, a job that doesn't suck, and maybe some projects that give me goals and things to do and make me happy.
I can't help but notice that when people have come to me for advice, I give the best I've got and maybe some subtle shift happens but mostly they keep doing things the way they were anyway. We all have to make a living and eat and wash clothes and bathe and get places, the differences between your life and mine are primarily in the subtle shifts. You have a different car, eat different foods, but most of you still go to a store to get it. maybe I'm focusing too much on validating my existence with outside measures, and the point of it all is really to do the things that make me happy and interested, so that I am happy and interested, and whatever effect that does or doesn't have on the outside world is beside the point. I'm not talking about becoming a sociopath, pursuing my happiness at the expense of others', but of not worrying about whether i make an impact on the world, and instead turning to cultivate the things inside me that might be useful for that. And if they're not, at least I was doing something that was meaningful to me.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
I'm almost out of polite: the state of my pregnancies or lack thereof.
Stop it.
The reason it seems like everyone knows I'm trying is because I've been trying for *five years*. That's a lot of time for conversations. I've had *four miscarriages* in those five years. If I see you and I'm not giddy with excitement and don't mention within my first three sentences the exact state of my uterus, it's because either
1. Nothing is happening. Again.
2. I am pregnant, but it's still so early that I'm terrified I'm going to miscarry again and could we please talk about something else because the "oh, hey, nevermind about the baby" conversations are getting kind of awkward.
But it's probably the first one.
The honest answer is that I'm finally starting to realize that I may never have a child. The honest answer is that I spend a vast portion of my energy in a given day not crying, that if I stop for three whole minutes and think about how my life is falling apart, I will begin wet, snotty bawling. I am not exaggerating, any given minute of any day, I am literally less than five minutes away from total meltdown. I don't look like it because I'm really good at putting up a good front, and honestly if you don't know when not to talk to someone about the personal details of their reproductive lives, you're even less likely to know how to deal with me losing my shit.
I talk about other peoples' babies because I work with them all day. I'm happy to talk to you about your baby. I'm happy to talk to you about your future babies, but if I have to excuse myself for a few minutes, do me a favor and just pretend that my eyes aren't more red than when I left and carry on. If I want to talk about it, I'll start the conversation.
If I want to talk about how my entire life I've known that I would have kids, I will. I didn't just wake up one day and think it would be neat to get pregnant. For the last 15 years, every decision I've made has revolved around making myself a better person so that when I have my passel of offspring, I'm up to the task of raising conscientious, compassionate, creative, rational, reasonable, joyful humans. It's why I was a massage therapist for a decade. It's why I studied what I did in college. The careers that I've started, or haven't, the places I've gone or not, all of the forks in the road I've chosen because they would make me the kind of person I wanted to be for my kids. It's why my entire life is the way it is now.
And that may all be for nothing. It may well be that I've spent the last 15 years training for a mission that will never happen. There are a few steps more I'm willing to take, but not many. Clomid is my endpoint. That's the last thing I will try, and if that doesn't work, I'm done.
No, we're not planning to adopt. I don't have tens of thousands of dollars lying about, I've studied too much of the brain and what happens when to know that I'm not the right fit for adopting a ward of the state and I'm not going to put myself in a position where I finally get an adoption through, bond with the child and then have some junkie mom find Jesus and decide she wants her kids back. Mine or none, the end.
No, I don't know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I have no interest in going into public education or opening a preschool. I work where I do because these are the babies of my tribe and we have similar philosophies on how children should be reared and respected. I work where I do because I'm tired of being a generic button masher and I wanted to do something closer to what I really want.
I'll figure something out, but I don't want to talk about it right now. I can barely say any of this out loud, with my mouth, when I'm alone. I certainly don't want to chit-chat about it with someone else. Please, for the love of fuck, stop asking.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Beat the Lizard
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Vitriolic Fear Based Rant
Friday, August 26, 2011
Letter to management.
I’ve observed a few times now that S. has made a point to highlight the dissolution of the entire team or firing of individuals if we fail to produce good quality work. This needs to stop. It didn’t work with the old team and this team is scarcely two months old and is already showing signs of breaking down. One of the reasons the last team did wind so far off was the building fatalistic attitude that caused a “we’re already dead in the water, why do we care” mentality and the results of that were not pretty.
Threats work when you need oars pulled or rocks smashed. We work at a business. It is a given in the business world that liabilities get cut. Unless this is a done deal and you’re announcing severance, this threat is not what judges get paid to deal with, and it is *exactly* the wrong thing to do to get the results you want. Reminding people on a regular basis that their jobs are at stake is not just hurting their feelings, it is threatening their resources, their money, their food, their house. The same parts of our brain that respond to a bear attack also respond to social danger, including the loss of a job.
When in danger, blood flows away from the cortex, the thinking part of the brain and flows to the amygdala and brain stem, triggering emotional response and automatic functions, respectively. When a person is threatened the “fight or flight” response is activated. Blood flows away from digestive organs and higher brain function to the heart, lungs and limbs, adrenaline is released and the body gets ready for an intensely physical reaction. In the modern business world, this is inappropriate, so people sit there with these stress and anger chemicals running through them, indigestion and they start to take it out on each other. The unconscious part of the brain says “I feel a threat, you’re in the room, you must be it.” This starts the bickering, the refusing to see other perspectives, territorial behavior and attempts at forceful group dominance. This has happened before and it is happening now.
People *cannot* be creative and cooperative the way you need us to be when they are anxious about survival in this context. We are hardwired like this so the species didn’t sit around pondering the nature of the universe when there were wolves at the door. We are a species that prizes immediate self-preservation over Descartes. If you want rational, reasonable people who can cooperate, they need to feel it is safe to be wrong, to listen to what others have to say and to find solutions that solve the problems of judging, not the problems of ego or survival. I cannot do my job well if the people with whom I am supposed to hold intelligent discourse are terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. The only worse way to “motivate” the team would be to threaten physical harm. People respond to danger with physical action, verbally defending their territory at all costs or by shutting down and backing out. None of these is useful to (the company).
People respond creatively and constructively to confident leadership, confidence in the validity of their contribution to the team and a neutral-to-safe workplace.
Sincerely,
Delta Hranek