Changing Old Patterns

IMG_3635I feel, as a child, I was neglected. Not maliciously. It’s just people around me had limited emotional resources to support me. They didn’t have weekly sessions with wonderful practitioners to shed the layers they have outgrown. They didn’t attend an annual ‘Grow the Grown Ups’ family camp in Embercombe which offered parenting support. They didn’t read books on parenting and they certainly didn’t have time to reflect on what worked and what didn’t. They did the very best they could do.

Nevertheless, the pattern of neglect has imprinted in me at a deep level. On reflection, my grandma’s stories about my childhood do not amuse me anymore.

One of her favourite stories about my childhood is this:

‘When you were six months old, I stood and watched you from the distance. You cried once, twice and when no one came, you reached for your bottle, drank from it, and then patted your chest like I did to soothe yourself into sleep.’

Until I had a child of six months old, I didn’t think anything of this story. I was flattered that grandma thought that already then I was clever and could take care of myself. I was self-sufficient before I could walk or talk.

Having a child of six months was a revelation. Children are not meant to reach for their bottle while adult watches them from a distance. It teaches them that when they need support it won’t be there.

I must have memorised this lesson by heart. All of my life, I prided myself for being independent and self-sufficient. So much so that earlier this year, even in the High Dependency Unit of Women’s hospital I was neglected. Perhaps, my vibes said: ‘Oh, I am fine. I’ll cope. You go attend to others who can receive your care and support.’

The most painful part of this revelation is that I reinforce this pattern by neglecting myself. It requires a great deal of emotional or physical discomfort for me to attend to my needs. If all is well, I slip into unconscious habit of serving others and abandoning myself.

The back pain I developed while I was in Embercombe has subsided since we were back. When each day is over I remember that I still haven’t booked that massage I promised myself 10 days ago. Making the pattern conscious without beating myself up is one way to gradually change it.

So, today is the day. Massage parlour, here I come!

8 thoughts on “Changing Old Patterns

  1. This makes me feel sad, Gulara. What false thinking it was to consider this neglect as developing independence and resilience. It may have done those, but it also did much to decrease your feelings of self worth. I’m so pleased you are learning to care for yourself. This post is an excellent reminder for all. I think of the old days when there was talk of breaking a child’s spirit. The neglect you describe is akin to that.

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    • Thank you for reading and commenting, Norah. It’s amazing that until I had my own children I often didn’t question things from my childhood. I knew no better. It was what it was. Except now that I can re-parent my inner child, I can make different choices. The trick is to stay awake not to fall into my old ways.

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  2. Oh, Gulara, it’s like reading about my own childhood! My husband pointed out to me that there was nothing funny or cute about my neglected childhood. It’s terrifying that every Anecdote is actually quite horrid. And the ones I don’t tell are abusive.

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    • Vanessa, I am so moved you shared this! How sad… I know exactly what you mean – I’ve got a long catalogue of horrid and abusive. They made me really passionate about not passing this stuff on though. The hard way. Thank you so much for commenting!

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