Yesterday upon the stair
I saw a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today.
Oh how I wish he'd go away
There are many people who, when we look at them, appear to have no one home. No, these are not people who are sharing a joke with themselves and playing invisible drums on skid row. These are people who have not put down roots inside of themselves. Sound abstract and confusing? Read on.
One man I know comes from a family where he was not wanted. He couldn't create a strong sense of self since he felt he was defective. If he were not, his parents would have been kinder or more interested in him, he believed. So while he developed ways of thinking and doing things, he never really felt settled in how he did things because after all, his ways had never been valued or validated. He hoped that when he found the perfect woman, she would do that for him and he would then be a self. In fact, we teach couples this, don't we? "My other half" "One plus one equals one"?
He did marry a wonderful, beautiful woman. Being with her gave him a sense of purpose and strength. She believed in him and actually adored him. He became resolute and strong in his opinions and approach to life. Mostly. Unless she was not close at hand to run his ideas by or get approval for his thinking. Then he waffled helplessly and sank into despair. But as soon as she was available and gave her opinion (which she was wont to do quite readily), he was up and on his way again. It was a good deal for a few years. Then the children came. He was able to care for those children and receive their unbridled enthisiastic love. Those were wonderful years: a wife and children, all who made him feel strong in himself. When he left to go on trips for a long weekend, he often felt despondent and worthless. He was socially awkward, as he often tried to get the validation and approval he needed from strangers--something that called for him to be a buffoon or else an apologic attention-seeker. As soon as he got home and was surrounded by people who worked hard to affirm him, he perked right back up. It continued that way until his children became teenagers--the age all parents become "dorks"--and then he clung to his wife for validation once again. He eventually fell into despair when her needs prevented her from providing what he needed to feel worthwhile.
There are so many people in this world who have not started off in a positive home environment. They could not get the emotional or social beginning that could make them feel worthwhile and valid. They have gone through their lives trying to either prove their value by disconfirming the messages they received as children (which means grandstanding or killing themselves to achieve success), or challenging anyone whose message makes them think that in fact, the earlier messages about them were correct (beligerant and highly reactive. They become extremely high maintenance people because they are always trying to borrow "self-ness" from everyone else.
These unfortunate individuals see their children as possessions and are loathe to allow their children to form individual selves for fear they will be abandoned and without what they need to be a self. So the children become enmeshed with the parent, trying to provide for what becomes an emotional bottomless pit. When their children grow up, self-less parents do not celebrate their children's much awaited passage into adulthood. They grieve for a long time and feel that something unfair has happened to them. They become resentful for any achievement or advancement of their kids. The children in turn, feel guilty for any differentiation and sense of self they are able to form.
From somewhere far way on the inside, non-selfed people recognize that something isn't quite right. But there are no words for it, and to try to quantify it is too terrifying. They keep trying to stay attached to someone or something that provides them what they need. Sometimes that is God or religious adherence. Sometimes a spouse or child or sibling. But it is quite a painful situation, regardless of whether it can be voiced or not. Because if they lose their attachment object, they are back to being a nothing--a no-self.
So what does this all mean? Some people are like empty graves that we walk over. We tread lightly because it appears that someone is there. But only a few emotional parts are there. It is not their choice--the designation of a no-self person is almost as capricious as a throw of the dice. They are all around us: people who make scenes to get attention; who are always asking for affirmation; who may be self-deprecating or wildly narcissistic (they are attached to almost delusional notions about their value). But they are in pain, and often lash out in the most irrational, vitriolic manner. They may be diagnosed with a personality disorder, or just be someone who is just a bit socially off. And they fill the offices of therapists and social workers, who try to help them with attachment, skills, and meaning.
I imagine that while Jesus was on this earth, He had quite a following of no-self people. I wonder what He would have said to them. Probably something like, "Are not two sparrow sold for a farthing? And yet your heavenly Father loves you more than these." Or, "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven." I wish I could have watched Him fill the unfillable and know what He did to help them feel more attached, valued, affirmed. Perhaps one glance could do it. I don't know. I only know that for us mortals, it's a process that occurs over a very long period of time: limitsetting, affirming, educating, attending. Whew.
Perhaps at the Second Coming, when Jesus comes in the clouds of glory and the dead of earth shall rise to go home forever, everyone will get a strong self along with their new body. An unshakable, attachment to God, a visceral knowledge that they belong to the One who will never leave them. There are so many people I know who struggle with selfhood. I don't think it will be long before all shall know as they are known, and have nothing to cause regret, fear, or pain.
1 comment:
Wonderful, wonderful. And it brings out such compassion in me. You have written about this in such a wonderful way. I recognize bits and pieces of friends and family - and myself.
Thank you so much for your insight...
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