Changes That Heal

by Mari cross posted from her blog Mari’s Musings

’ve been reading a book lately called Changes that Heal. It’s about changes. Ones that heal.

This book is also about problems. Problems that occur when you don’t know how to set up proper boundaries or problems that occur when we don’t know how to bond to others properly.

The book also offers solutions for those who are willing to put in the effort to make changes that heal.

I’m about 2/3 of the way through the book and I’d say it’s a pretty good book. Very thought-provoking. But then, I always did enjoy a good textbooky psychology book.

As I’ve been reading, I’ve been reminded of different experiences and things people have said to me in the midst of painful times.

Several years ago, I lived in a place that was really, really unhealthy for me. I mean, it was good for me in some ways, but the people I was around, even though they weren’t doing anything immoral or illegal, were not good for me. I would hang out with my “friends” and I would end up sitting there and listening to one person who was dominating the conversation. The conversation was always between that person and one other person and every so often someone else would chime in and then after I’d sat there for a few hours, I’d go home and pretend like I’d enjoyed myself.

After repeating this scenario dozens of times, it began to get really old. I felt left out, unappreciated and unwanted. I wanted to be friends with these people, and they would always invite me to hang around with them, but it was very frustrating and lonely for me. I went on several road trips with them. They would insist that I come but then I’d be put in the uncool people car (I was the one who got to ride with their parents) and I’d be discluded from the jokes and fun and games everyone else participated in.

I had several other friends that I talked to about this situation, and their response to this was, “This is your problem, not theirs. Own it. Do something about it. Even if you were to find all new friends or move somewhere else, you’d still have the same problem. Problems follow you no matter where you go.”

Basically, it’s my fault that my “friends” were being rude and mean.

I called bull on that statement every time I heard it. And it was repeated to me — often.

What exactly was I supposed to do? Throw a big temper tantrum and insist that they had to include me if they were going to keep inviting me?

In the end, I did throw a temper tantrum — after I’d put up with it for 3 years. I walked out of the room, went home and, I know I’m a terrible person, but when the worst offender came around a few minutes later, I screamed at her. And that was the end of that relationship.

*Sigh.* What a relief.

I could go into a lot of detail about the things that happened after that. It was bad. Terrible. Those were the worst two years of my life. I went from having a group of friends I hung around several times a week to being completely isolated. It actually wasn’t much different from what it had been before, but at least before, I had a reason to leave my house several times a week.

Two years after the shouting match, I moved to another state.

I’m here to tell you today that what they said were lies. Complete and utter lies. I have lots of friends. And if I hang out with them, they talk to me. I do not feel discluded. I do not feel used. I do not feel abused. I do not feel like I’m somebody’s project. I just am. And I’m ok.

The funny thing is that I haven’t changed. I’m still the same person I was. I still behave as I’ve always behaved.

My conclusion is that the theory that every problem one has is completely one’s own fault is bogus. Sometimes, it’s just an excuse that an enabler gives for someone else to continue their destructive behavior.

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Mari is the middle of 5 kids — and the only girl — in a male-dominant, semi-quiverfull, rather patriarchal homeschooling family. She was raised in a patriarchal church and most of her social network as a child consisted of children of patriarchal or quiverfull families. This is the story of how she was sucked into the patriarchal/quiverfull belief system, and how she was lovingly (and in some cases, not so lovingly!) escorted out. Read her blog at: http://www.marismuses.wordpress.com

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  • https://www.facebook.com/jean.hoehn/info?collection_token=1524166867%3A2327158227%3A35 Phatchick

    Excellent point. While, IMHO, shouting matches are something to avoid, a person who considers being called on bad behavior as a reason to end a friendship is not a person you need in your life.

  • persephone

    Good for you, Mari. Screw the victim blamers.

    My assumption is that your upbringing contributed to your accepting the abuse that was these supposed friends did to you. Not everyone is going to be a good fit as a friend. I’m so glad you’ve found some real friends.


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