What a difference a day makes

14 04 2011

 

 

today

I am

no different

than

I was

yesterday

but 

I see 

myself

differently

than I did

yesterday

and

that

makes

ALL 

the

difference

 

 

 





The missing piece

13 04 2011

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All my life, I’ve watched in awe how people around me seemed to take life so easily, how they took life less seriously, were less easily upset and did every thing with greater ease. My awe turned into frustration when it became apparent that I could not keep up with them. They had flourishing careers, some even combined with kids, and still had energy left to do things in the evenings and weekends. I seemed to get tired just by the mere act of living. From the age of seven I could see that my life unfolded differently than that of most others, but I did not understand why. I felt weird most of the time, different, not one of them.

Last week, I discovered my brain processes information differently than that of most people. It appears I am a rather sensitive type. Strangely enough, for the first time in my life, I don’t feel different anymore. My brain is wired differently, that’s all. And I’m no exception either, it appears almost one fifth of the population has my kind of brain. A brain that processes more information than the average brain, because somehow the information processing filter works differently. Apparently, I see, hear, smell, taste and feel more than most other people. Being highly sensitive to ordinary things like sun light, bright colors, disorganized spaces, crowds, loud, harsh or sudden sounds, the constant noise of traffic, and being hyperaware of my body, my emotions and those of others have made my life intense, regularly overwhelming and stressful, but most of all very tiring and frustrating.

All of a sudden, everything in my life is falling into place. Everything makes complete sense. That is amazing. And liberating. If you’d miss your thumbs you’d grab things differently. Imagine how frustrating life would be if you didn’t. So when your brain is easily overstimulated, you treat it differently than if that were not the case: you allow it more rest. It’s as simple as that.

If you can relate to some of the things I say, you may want to do this test. Elaine Aron is an expert on High Sensitivity and has done extensive research on the subject. She has written several books that may be of help.





We scare because we care

6 04 2011

 

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Have you ever seen the movie Monsters, Inc.? It is a briliant DreamWorks movie about, you guessed correctly,  monsters. Monsters that hide in your closet and come out at night to scare the hell out of you. Monsters that will try to scare you to the max, because the harder we scream the more energy they get. In this movie, we meet Sully, a top scarer who holds the all time scare record. At first sight, Sully looks like a very large, huggable blue bear, but, at night, when he comes through your closet door to scare you, he seems to be this gigantic terrifying monster. And we meet Boo, a little girl of about 3 years old who is scared of closet doors because of Randal, her assigned monster. 

Like Boo, we all have monsters in our closet. When as children we are confronted with pain we cannot not deal with, because we have no vocabulary yet to frame it or no adult present to put it into words, we put it away. We literally store it, so we can deal with it later, when we are old enough to put it in perspective.  

It’s a situational thing. During the day, 3-year old children will not mention their monsters, they will play in their rooms as if nothing ever happened. But at night, when they go to bed, they are afraid of the dark and the monsters it holds. A closet isn’t just a closet anymore, it’s monster territory. Like little children, we not only become scared of the pain that’s inside of us, we become scared of the situations in which it shows itself. 

Its a developing thing. With helpless frustration, parents watch their 3-year-olds become more afraid of the dark every night. And it seems there is nothing they can do about it. Stored away pain will come back to remind us it’s still there, untill we have adequately dealt with it. It will come out of the closet every time we’re confronted with a similar situation. It doesn’t mean to scare us, but it does because we are reminded of a pain we didn’t understand and therefore was unbearable. And every time, we’re confronted with a similar situation and the pain we do not dare to confront because it feels completely overwhelming, we add to the fear. Accumulating pain upon pain, our monster gets bigger and bigger.  

It’s an irrational thing. Fortunately for parents, when children reach the age of four, the child gains in reason and can be persuaded to believe that monsters don’t exist. Of course, they do and kids don’t really buy into it, because they will only go to sleep when there’s light in the hallway and their door is open, but to most parents that’s good enough. As we get older, we kind of forget about the monster. We actually become very good at ignoring the monster and anything associated with it. Although, on the surface everything feels okay, the pain that resides just below the surface is still as real as it when we met it for the first time. And every time, someone touches on the subject of our pain, our stomachs tighten as this pain bursts through the surface. This feels so terrifying that instead of feeling fear, we often experience a sudden burst of anger or sadness which we project outward. This results in an out of proportion reaction to what just happened, usually leaving the recipients of our outburst baffled, angry or sad. 

The good news is that it’s a curable thing. We all have our assigned monsters, monsters that scare us the most. The top scarer is called ‘You’re not good enough’, closely followed by ‘No one loves you’. We either have a few small monsters in our closet or one humonguous monster. It really doesn’t matter, the recipe to get rid of them, is the same. For it to go away, we have to acknowledge it’s there and look it in the eye. We have to have the guts to sit in the dark, to watch our closet door open, to watch and hear that monster come closer, to feel the deep fear and pain arise, to resist the overwhelming urge to look or run away, to get sad or angry. When we do and have the courage to just sit still and do nothing, to look at it without judging it, we will finally see that the monster that causes our fear, in reality is just a huge, very huggable, blue bear, who scares because he cares.