I've shared before about trouble I had growing up as a child and a teen, but there has always been something else bothering me. Something I was lacking in. Something that, if I could just fix, would magically solve all my problems.
So I always looked up to my Dad because he seemed the most "put-together" adult in my life.
When I had problems, I went to my dad. Questions? Dad. Need motivation? Dad.
But no matter how often I spoke with him, I never seemed to solve that Something that bothered me.
Then I stumbled upon this Ted Talk about the Stories told of your life; either from yourself or others. It took a bit more evaluating but I eventually realized I was fighting against my Dad's story of me.
My dad is probably one of the most stereotypical "standard, white guy" you could imagine. Religious, tall, business man, confident, social, active, etc.
But I describe him as "the type of man with no desire to fight society" because his life has always been dictated to him "grow up, get married, have kids, become a boss or own your own business, stay in church, be the 'bread-winner'" basically every stereotypical expectation for a white man from the 70s, 80s
He has a good life, but doesn't know how to handle hardship/stress. He is a loving husband, but doesn't support his wife or kids when in an argument. He is very active socially and physically, but calls anyone who does less than him "lazy".
And that was His story of me: lazy. Lazy, unmotivated, "you don't try hard enough", "you don't do enough", "you can't do this", "girls don't do that", "you've failed at this before", and so on for so long
I had internalized his story of me even though he never really saw my daily life, struggles, hardships, nothing. He doesn't 'believe' in depression or ADHD, so it comes down to me simply not trying hard enough. He's only seen me change jobs often and thus believes that I don't work hard enough or good enough. He's seen me struggle with running track or sprinting and thus laughed at me when I told him i was joining the Army, because I wasn't physically fit.
BUT! After listening to that Talk and thinking on it, I realized how Amazing I really am. I've known how truly capable I was for a while, but it was never framed against my Dad's story of me as lazy. I've always seen my achievements against manipulative work conditions or abusive societies, never against a parent's version of me.
Excuse me; "I don't work hard"?? Uh, I get 8 hours worth of work done in 5.5hrs, thank you. In the Military, I administered an IV under simulated combat conditions in less than 10 seconds. I have won art competitions across this Nation, I have surpassed my bosses expectations on projects, I have taken care of teams, and taken on stressful situations to protect others. Don't tell me how hard you think I can work.
You call me "lazy"??? Under what conditions?? Exercise? No, I hate running, but you know what? Give me 200 pounds of gear and a map and I'll hike 12 miles in a day. At work? Please, it's already done, you just came by to give me the work and then 'checked' on me an hour later. Personal scheduling? No I will not overwork myself to meet your constantly moving standards that mean nothing to me.
I'm sorry Dad. I love you, but I've learned you're not good for me. Your idea of me, is wrong, and I need time and distance to write my own story fully.