Seek counsel.

Good advice when I feel I’ve been wronged. Search out a friend or a confidant and share my pain. To heal, we all understand that internalizing the suffering can’t be the only outlet. It requires language and sometimes deep discussion. I believe in that process and I practice it. People who are close to me hear my grievances on many occasions  and knowing they know, can sometimes validate my emotions.

On the the hand, I need to remove my cloak of victim-hood at some point. Perceiving myself constantly as the one who has been hurt is very limiting. As a victim, I am blind to any other reasons or causes for my situation; blind to the motives of my offenders. This vision of helplessness, justifies my feelings of self-righteousness and my over-the-top sense of indignation. I identify mostly in the sympathy of allies and rarely recognize the hurt in others’ eyes. Under this cloak, I relate all past and fresh offenses to my present state and get stuck.

If I can stop seeing myself as the victim while I’m still entrenched in the conflict, imagine how differently both of us would progress. Instead of breaking apart in our differences, we’d be building on the intimacy of our openness. I may even grow.

I’m going to try to put away my cloak for the inevitable season of conflicts. I’ll be warmer without it.

Super Cloak of Victimhood

I’ve been slighted! I’ve been wronged. I don my super Cloak of Victimhood.

It humbly broadcasts my sufferings and secretly strengthens my indignation. Its medicine dulls the pain and hides it in the company of sympathetic ears. It protects me from all attempts to remediate. My Super Cloak recalls my long list of endurances and prepares me for the upcoming onslaught of offenses. I wear it with unjust modesty and it brings me false comfort. Underneath its cover, I have no need for change; no circumstances to consider.

I persevere under my super cloak of victimhood.

B. Toner 2016

When talking to my son at the close of the day, I usually start with something that I know he can easily explain or quickly respond: How was lunch? What did you do during your free time? I also keep in mind what people counsel me to do: focus on the positive events occurring throughout those hours apart. Family relationships with adolescents can be stressful and if we are quick to bring up what went wrong, logically we run the risk of overstretching that tender bond.
On the other hand, if I dismiss the negative too quickly, am I piling on to unreal expectations? We don’t want those close to us to think that things going wrong is unusual or in some way makes them less; even when the nasty event was caused by our loved ones. My son and others need to accept the choices they make and learn from them. By avoiding this vital discussion, I’m missing out on the opportunity to grow.

Perhaps my question should be “What did you learn from your choices today? Whether they were the right or wrong choices?” Maybe it’s a question I should be reflecting on myself. That’s a difficult habit to get into, but trying it as a parent who errs frequently might save my son from thinking that screwing up during the day makes him different from anyone else. It could remove some of our shame.

“What did I learn from my choices today?”

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite opportunity.”

B. Toner

I go on Facebook daily to see the latest posts from my “friends” and I quickly scroll through searching for meaningful news.

Sure enough, there is always someone who post an opinion on the latest controversy or political fallout. These regulars, (you know who they are)  who are quick to offer their opinion about a public controversy make me uncomfortable. They seem in a hurry to Jump to the defense of one side or another. My inner voice chastises them for making their views public so quickly and for painting themselves into a corner. There is always more to the story than the first wave of information. Do they have enough facts to proclaim with so much certainty and emotion?

I’ve always been more of the “keep my opinion to myself”; at least in pubic and at least until I  created this blog. Unless the truth of the debate is obvious, I take comfort in telling myself to wait and let the dust settle. If I state my side too early and am proved wrong, I will appear foolish. Yet they stand up and shout their opinion early in the timeline of the scandal and do so with conviction.

On the other hand, I could envy them. I play it safe too often, cautious in my hesitation, maybe to the point of cowardice. Without their brave and sometimes naive postings, we’d have no meat to chew on, no fodder for the next step. They take advantage of their freedom and their confidence to position themselves and I sit back afraid to err in my judgement.

I know enough about myself to know I’m more comfortable observing,  but I should give more credit to them for their swift postings and celebrate their contributions, not frowning on their rapidity.

Always striving to see another perspective. B. Toner

When I speak up, the room divides.       Some shout in while some of you hide.         Both reasons and emotions crowd in, still networks expand.                      Now I must defend my voiced line in the sand.        Those of you staying silent, save face per chance.     You gather quiet thoughts for our contested dance      Who’s to say, could be right, could be wrong,                                                 Who’s to say: the subject of many songs.        Claim it loudly now, or wait, whisper another day.        Stand with the latter then Who’s to say?

B. Toner 2016

Thoughts are just electrical impulses to specific areas of my brain. Only a few are expressed through language, or at least a language I can articulate. So why are those few pushing so hard to get out of the abstract? And why do they occupy so much of my energy?

Are these thoughts original; something of nothing? Or were they always connected; threaded to one that came before and weaved into an endless stream?

I don’t have the answer. (Perhaps that should be my mantra.)

I recognize that I only see one perspective. Those thoughts, original or attached, are shaped from my experience and only express one valid point of view.

This blog is an ongoing, reflective exercise to explore other perspectives. I won’t be delving into life’s greatest mysteries. Rather, the small moments in everyday living will fuel the content and my attempts to gain a different perspective will motivate the writing.

I’ll begin with a safe viewpoint. One that comes easily to me. One against which I can measure other thoughts. I’ll begin at sea-level and then try to  see something differently.

B. Toner

“Sail with me at sea level,       A change in altitude may change your attitude       All will be clear at sea level,      The course will stay true, water and sky will blend into blue,       Meet me here at sea level”                                                          Except from Meet me at Sea Level  B. Toner, 1992