Tuesday Op-Ed---Good Morning/Afternoon Tumblrs!
Ok ... I am sharing what my Friend Dena Lynn wrote about this , more than the article itself!
“” This article was sent to me by a friend, saying that this author reminds him of me.
Initially, I was flattered to be thought of as a strong woman. But then, as I read what this author had to say, I had some strong and immediate objections
Sure, she makes many excellent points. Co-dependence is a lousy and unhealthy way of relating, once we're out of early childhood. We all need to grow up into maturity in order to have healthy relationships as adults.
In many ways, yes, I am a strong woman, and I know myself well, and I know what I want, what I need, and what works for me. I do relish egalitarianism in a relationship, even as I recognize that masculine and feminine traits, in both men and women, are unique. Equal, yet different.
That said, I do take some issue with what's described here. The woman who's being described in this article is a mythological character.
No human being, no matter how much soul work they've done, has all of their shit together. We were all wounded in childhood, to varying degrees. No one escapes childhood unscathed. And we all carry various forms and degrees of unresolved early childhood trauma.
The major difference is in how well we are repressing that, versus how well we are owning and expressing that.
There are layers under layers of ever-deepening levels of unresolved trauma within us. We have basements, and sub-basements, and some of us even have dungeons. It takes an intimate relationship in order to trigger the hell out of each other. Figuratively and literally.
We are wounded in relationship. And we are healed in relationship.
I'm also not a feminist. Any more than I would expect any man to be a masculinist. I'm a humanist. I love being a woman, and I love the differences between men and women. Vive la difference.
This author is doing what so many feminist authors are doing of late, in elevating women, while denigrating men. News-flash: women are not inherently superior and virtuous, any more than men are inherently inferior and villainous.
Perhaps we do indeed attract that which most reflects us, or perhaps I'm simply oddly fortunate, in that I am surrounded by men of a stellar caliber. Men who take their own work seriously, men who own their shit and take responsibility for their own lives.
Men who don't deserve to be spoken to as if they are unruly adolescents in need of a stern lecture.
Thus, I am a humanist, not a feminist. I value each person for who they are, even while I desire to reflect the best of each person back to themselves.
I want people to be exactly who they came to be, and one of my life missions is to inspire everyone I encounter it to see and be who they truly are. And that's a lifelong journey. There's no destination, no arrival point, no expiration date on that journey.
Contrary to the spiritual-bypassing of the "Cult of Positivity's" creed, Independence is not the penultimate human goal. Interdependence is a more noble, more mature, more developed, albeit far more difficult, way of relating to other humans.
Particularly with the intimate relationship, such as is being described here.
Of *course* we need each other. If we didn't, we would each be the solitary inhabitant of our own planet. We need each other in ways we don't dare admit, because that's raw vulnerability, and vulnerability is risky. And this article is all about feigning invulnerability, detachment, and solo Independence. In the name of self-protection. In the name of bypassing the deepest of work.
The crucial distinction is in *how* we need others. I'm not talking about a co-dependent, valid yet juvenile stage of development here, in which we need another for survival.
I'm talking about the grown-ass realization that follows the next stage of development, known as Independence, in which we discover our wholeness, only to then discover that we, as a whole individual, desire, and yes, *need,* the interaction and intimacy with another whole human being, in which to plunge the depths and soar the heights of interpersonal and intimate relating, in ways in which we could not see (due to our dedication to our shadows and blind spots), much less manage, on our own:. Interdependency.
Because we are masters of repressing our unresolved shit during the stage of Independence. It's oh-so-easy to be that solitary guru on the hill, triggered by no one, smug in our self-realizations, untested by the intricacies of intimacy, wherein we hand the beloved a knife, and ask them to perform soul-surgery, sans anesthesia, while simultaneously trusting them to not dissect us alive with that same knife.
Intimate interdependence is not for the faint, nor feint, of heart.
So, instead, we laud and applaud the mythology of the independent woman, the independent man, who need no one, who risk nothing, except the ultimate risk of dying with their unresolved trama still safely and subconsciously tucked away in their psychic sub-basement, imagining that their resolute self-protection is a treasured and precious part of their personality.
"Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate."
~ Carl G. Jung
So please don't call me a strong, independent woman.
I am a courageous, tenacious, unapologetically integral, interdependent woman.
https://victimfocus.wordpress.com/2020/01/04/dear-men-so-you-think-you-want-a-strong-independent-woman/?fbclid=IwAR3ZFHuCElka81HPXo7fBqAEEJXsZVSQ3hNZu8gMGS9rEzaTkT7rejeM7JE