The physical manifestation of a
Over the last week and a half I have had what feels like a lump in my throat, not metaphorically!! It actually feels like there is something in my throat! It does not hurt, nor does it feel like a swollen gland. Yet it is very real and very much there! I can feel when I swallow, which I now either do more than I ever have or I am just more aware than ever before, the latter far more likely.
It took me a little while to figure out for myself why this has happened, I know my body well and my mind also, so the linking of the lump and the events leading up to its arrival wasnt that difficult!
I couple of day before the lump appeared, I popped to see my mum and her husband for the first time since the Covid19 lockdown begun, what occurred is no doubt the reason I am now describing him as my mums husband where as before he would have been called my step dad!!
I knew that he would have something to say, as at the beginning of the lock down I visited friends as it was my 40th birthday and he had already been vocal in the background during a phone call to my mum. I knew him well enough to know he wouldnt have let it go in that 8 weeks and would have to taint the occasion and this much I was prepared for!
With the look of displeasure I am accustomed to, he then proceeded to unload his opinion!! Which I have to say I was completely unprepared for, he stated his opinion of me as a father , which he based on fake news and misinformation he had about government regulations! He then stated that I had not shown any consideration or care for him and my mum! This was despite the fact I called my mum twice a week to ask if they were both ok, because I hadnt actually said specifically “do you need shopping” and then compared me to my younger sister who had spent the last 2 years telling everyone who would listen what a pair of nasty people my parents were and now because she is reaping what she has sewed so to speak, she has been used in comparison to me.
This was all thrown at me rather quickly, I was taken completely off guard and left me quiet, seething, gobsmacked!
I couldnt sleep right for days and havent been sleeping right since, along with the lump in my throat and a purge of energy the moment anyone has asked me about the situation. It has even been shared with people not asking! Such is my desperate need to regurgitate the bullshit he has tried to make me swallow!
To him, he is just doing what he has always done and always been allowed to do. He has no idea the consequences of his latest outburst nor the long term effects it has had on the relationship, nor do I think he cares truth be told. There are events, moments in our lives where the growns ups we have looked up to become unmasked to be as human and flawed as the rest of us. And in this case it has revealed more than just a flawed human. It has revealed a very hypocritical, homophobic, racist uneducated man. It has even revealed very true and very real weaknesses that have always been disguised as strength.
I had never really put much thought before into the fact that he has never apologised before, nor does he ever admit to being wrong! Only at this stage in my life do I recognise through my own life experience that personal growth is achieved through being honest about mistakes we make in life and working to rectify, being honest with ourselves that we dont know everything and that our version of right and wrong is only our version and only applies to us based on the life we have experienced through our own looking glass. With that knowledge an understanding that this man has not grown since the 1960s if ever!! And understand that talking to him until the cows come about this would not achieve anything but frustration, the kind felt when repeating ourselves to children that do not listen.
I then felt empathy and sorrow in equal measure, the empathy showed me he is trapped within the self imposed prison of self, something he will have no comprehension of, and sorrow for the same reason.
It also shattered a small part of my world and that was the part where I struggled. I had elevated this man for a very long time, in essence he was the last bastion of fatherhood I had left. At a time in my life where nothing was calm he represented something like an anchor, a point of no change, a place of total routine and organisation. So I can see entirely why he was elevated this way, especially when comparisons are drawn with other father figures I looked up to in my life.
However in doing so I gave away far to much power and this is why his words, despite being so very untrue when attached to reality, hurt so much. I had given him too much power, his opinion had to much sway and with no substance to back it. This man is a fantastic example of how too be good with money, that much is for sure, he was very maticulous with every penny, nothing left unaccounted for, endowments set up for future days, savings for rainy days etc.
But this was not something I have been taught nor learned from him, not something he ever showed me, just something I held in high regard because no other person in my life at that time had control over anything.
And this is where things have crumbled around me for this example gives me nothing and when given the freedom to throw his opinions on my lifestyle choices it has effected me in ways I couldnt have predicted. I have to be honest and break down the behavior in order to understand it and seperate it from myself. Because when things have been constant in our world view and they shatter, they are often at the foundation of our thinking and can therefore unsettle the ground we stand upon now, unravelling the past changes the view of the present, things seen cannot be unseen.
So as I work through this issue, I am mindful to not attack nor put down the man. After many days of thinking bad things, bad names to associate to him, I must remember the lessons I apply to myself apply to everyone. He is not intentionally spiteful, self rightous. He has never been put in his place in his life, never had to evaluate his thinking and has worked very hard to ensure the world around him fits in with his world view, and even this is not something he is aware of. I have always said that you wouldnt be angry if a french person didnt understand british words and the same applies here.
His world view is from a single angle, he even believes every word of the BBC as gospel, in trying to show him things from my angle in the way I work hard to see things from his will only make me ill and stress me further.
The lump will go down, in time along with my need to be heard. In the words of Carl Jung.....
Thinking is difficult, so most people judge........