It wasn’t that bad, don’t be such a baby. Don’t worry about it. You are such a worrier. Comments like that from family and parent growing up. It didn’t happen, if it did it wasn’t that bad. This is how I was groomed, youngest child, to be Mom’s little helper for life. A family tradition. Uncle Charlie squelched his needs for communication companionship and sex with booze and A.A. to live with his Mom for life and care for her. Tears are frustration, the frustration of loss. I cried all the time. I left Mom at age 14, older siblings long gone into foster care as young criminals, and hit the street, living in a squalid boarding house, on welfare. My remaining family of narcissists having dumped me, shamed me, guilted me, and threatened me. (FOG fear obligation guilt). My brother became a trained mass murderer with poor impulse control in the military, who once broke into my house, threatened me with violence and stole my camera because he needed it, and tried on another occasion to sleep with my wife. My sister when supposedly consoling me for yet another loss tried to sleep with me when drunk one night, she now runs Tantra Yoga sex groups. My oldest brother refused to come to my Art School degree graduation because a diploma was OK but a degree was just ‘putting on airs’. I mean these are awful awful people, who learned from and were deformed by my extremely conservative British bigoted Mom who grew up being raped by her stepfather and step brother on an island British colony where incest was the national sport. My inevitable narcissist wife, Carol Graham, now a labour lawyer for management, promised love, and said all the right things. You can’t tell it’s bullshit without training in what to look for, withheld sex, then dumped me for protesting it, threatened suicide if I spoke of it, to a counselor, a common manipulation, divorced me because its all my fault, then married a rich banker, not a broke artist. On top of the sexual frustration there was the old family frustration of it’s not that bad. Minimizing and trivializing. I smoked a lot of pot to mellow out between episodes of extreme frustration where I broke a lot of dishes. After Carol dumped me, overvalue, undervalue, dump, I got into yoga to get out of pot, the computer age had arrived, I wanted my mind back. I wanted normal sleeps. It turned out that cult recruitment like yoga seeks smart people in ‘transition’ misery really, and rapes them of their bank accounts, promising self esteem now and in the afterlife. They too, being narcissists, withhold sex, its called brahmacharya, institutionalized inappropriate self sacrifice. They also dumped me as I didn’t have much money, the excuse (again) was I wanted to be an artist, and going to art school was an ‘indulgence in the senses’ as if that’s a bad thing. I went to the hospital, depressed and anxious and saw a family therapist, got deprogrammed and treated with, and trained in, evidence based psychology, be your own therapist. REBT. For free. While researching this I found an paper by its founder, The Case Against Religion, which showed me my sources of frustration with family and religion and faith based organizations even the political ones. Basically, it didn’t happen, if it did it wasn’t that bad, now focus (by disregarding your needs ) on my ( the ashram, the church, the priest, AA, whatever) desires for money, free labour, priest-sex anything but your needs. These are real needs, you die without them, communication companionship and intimacy. People suicide without these things in their lives. You are trained that self esteem is your God, you must aspire to have it, so you can be manipulated by threatening to take it away. If you have self esteem you can lose self esteem. Self esteem is generated by (conditions) how much you give to the organization, how humble you are, by never mentioning it, how honest you are by telling all you shame secrets. Then how fearful you are that they might be revealed. An extortion racket basically. Ruthless isn’t a strong enough word. REBT solves all this by teaching you dump self esteem, it’s a poison. Instead rate your strategies for your own satisfaction. Narcissist cult leaders, wifes, parents etc. hate your own satisfaction. Talk to strangers, ask for what you want, a job, love, friendship, sex the usual satisfactions. The narcissist will leave because they don’t have any of that to offer, they are in it to get, period, and your satisfactions don.t matter. They say they do in the initial love bombing recruitment stage, but they are liars. Just ask for what you want, they will scurry away to their dark holes, no communication, no frank conversation, no willingness to compromise. Walk away, leave the mutual friends, the joint bank account, everything. Choose peace.
Links and References
Yasodhara Ashram Susan Oughtred was my cult recruiter I think she runs the joint now.
REBT Will Ross was my online teacher, while he was dying of liver cancer, stubbornly refusing to upset himself over such a normal life process. He never asked for a dime.
Shrink4Men Tare is my fav rational narcissism educator. Education is free, a fee for counselling services.
displaced from my home pets art music clothes car everything homeless for 6 months lived in hospital climbing out of a wheelchair is harder than any mountain I’ve climbed creating a new home finding 30,000.00 to do it from a hospital bed /family/therapists/doctors/nurses/cabbies/grocery people/ complaining to me that I’ve inconvenienced them was the worst of it most people are insane orphan 4 year olds competing everywhere for the the parents that abandoned them manipulated through guilt obligation and fear conditional acceptance we all suffer setbacks it’s part of life grow (some empathy) the fuck up
I had a stroke. Reality is reality, not the way I think it has “got to” be.
Although I keenly prefer not have a stroke, a preference does not equal a “got to.”
Although I have extra financial and employment hassles with a stroke, that’s all I have—hassles, not horrors.
It could be nice to have a respite from work, which would provide a longed-for break to make art and write a book or two.
I have savings and pension income I am able to live on for life. I am able to take my time and do a really excellent job of rehab & recovery.
Having a stroke could give me just the push that I have been lacking to take a chance on my dream—returning to my profession as an artist.
Having a stroke has given me a golden opportunity to practice accepting misfortunes, rather than needlessly worrying about them.
I can see, concretely, that even the worst-case scenario is not as bad as I had anticipated.
Having a stroke, this is a bad situation, but it would not make me a bad or worthless person.
I am more money-conscious, for example, move into a shared apartment, eat at home more, and buy a new car in five years rather than immediately. This would mean some deprivation, but I’ve survived deprivation before, and I will survive it in the future.
The simple fact of having a stroke, by itself, can never disturb me. Only my bellyaching about it can do that.
Even if I never get a job as well-paying the one I lost, I accept that and still considerably enjoy life, although I could enjoy it even more with a better salary.
Having a stroke provides an opportunity to eventually get a position that may have certain advantages over this one: self employed so a more supportive boss, more friendly co-workers, less pressure, more interesting work, shorter commute times, less crowded work space, or potentially better pay.
Pressuring myself saying I shouldn’t have had a stroke will not help me recover. Moreover, it could turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy: the more I demand this, the more stressed and distracted I get, and the worse I perform in my recovery.
In the larger sense, health is temporary. Health changes, unemployment, and lost jobs are part of life.
I started at “square one” at relearning to walk, I worked my way up out of the wheelchair and continued to improve.
Everyone has significant discomforts, inconveniences, and hassles in life. This is part of the human condition. No reason exists why I have “got to” be exempt.
It is a relief not to be so focused on competitive work and instead do contemplative art.
astrologists/religionists/ know it doesn’t work ruthless in their preying on the vulnerable for profit those in transition/loss are vulnerable they seek certainty where none exists and never has the demand for certainty created vulnerability it is the major sting of loss
worry=anxiety+concern anxiety=self downing I can’t stand something-(no evidence for the belief) concern=motivation for self helping behavior-(evidence based) anxiety is caused by awfulizing about uncertainty there is no evidence that certainty exists or ever has. anxiety=insanity
happiness=the absence of making myself miserable happiness=practical rational attempts to achieve goals happiness=not having to achieve goals I used retirement money to do art school over in digital studies when I was 40 and internet age arrived I live on less I have alot of fun
According to Dr. Burns the CBT guy, a successful relationship is based on 20 things I find satisfying. So I rate my level of satisfaction 1-5 for each thing. This gives me a percentage when I add it up. 20% – coffee buddy 40%- dining dance sex whatever 60% – marriage Because a successful relationship means I am accepting and putting up with 40% bullshit. Because I’m not a damned perfectionist. There are deal breakers like drug addiction etc. but I am talking reasonable mentally/emotionally compatible adults from the get go. So what about my relationship with me? Here I find I am a damned perfectionist. I must I should endlessly, making myself anxious and depressed for not being perfect. Then along comes a stroke, and now I’m really not perfect. Now I’m fucked because I’m living with a tyrant. Me. Oh. Fuck. Hmmm Is there any evidence that I must should be perfect at anything? Nope. I highly prefer to, and so I work hard, but I don’t have to.
here is my 20 things:
compassionate sapiophile/sapiosexual affectionate likes art available attractive to me exhibitionist internet savvy mentally/emotionally reasonable health good conversationalist likes to dine out/coffee shop likes exercise/gym likes healthy food atheism/rational frank conversation willing to compromise has at least one strong interest liberal at least life long educated learner introvert
What is the intention of the artist? How are the participants elicited and acknowledged? How does the methodology employed by the artist enable or limit the agency of the participant? How does the artist reflexively address their own assumptions, and challenge dominant preconceptions about the participant and the subjects of their imagery? Where does the artist disseminate the work, and how do these contexts affect the representation of the participant? How has the artist used models of documentation to make the questions, problems, constraints, and subjectivities explored throughout the duration of the practice explicit?