Today, I went to Therapy. I marched in, sat down, and demanded to talk about boundaries. See, I am one of those people who just can’t seem to say no. To anyone. About anything. And I am too nice to people I ought to turn away. Also, I attract needy people into my life because I want to help them.
The prognosis? I am codependent. I don’t know where my boundaries lie. My therapist (I will call her Zelda) recommended a little book to me called, “Codependent No More, How to Stop Controlling Others and Start Caring For Yourself,” By Melody Beattie.
My jaw dropped when I read the following passages from this book:
A codependent person is one who has let another person’s behavior affect him or her, and who is obsessed with controlling that person’s behavior. But, the heart of the definition and recovery lies not in the other person-no matter how much we believe it does. It lies in ourselves, in the ways we have let other people’s behavior affect us and in the ways we try to affect them: the obsessing, the controlling, the obsessive ‘helping’, caretaking, low self-worth bordering on self-hatred, self repression, abundance of anger and guilt, peculiar dependency on peculiar people, attraction to and tolerance for the bizarre, other-centeredness that results in abandonment of self, communication problems, intimacy problems, an ongoing whirlwind trip through the five-stage grief process. Codependents have worried themselves sick about other people. They have tried to help in ways that didn’t help. They have said yes when they meant no. They have tried to make other people see things their way. They have bent over backward to avoid hurting peoples feeling and, in doing so, have hurt themselves.
Man, that is so me and my way of dealing with life. I will keep reading and let you know what happens next. My next appointment with Zelda isn’t for another three weeks, so hopefully I don’t crack like an egg until then.
Speaking of boundaries, tonight I had a wonderful evening celebrating a friend’s birthday. Of which, at one point, I pulled down my pants in an empty theater and…(sick minds people!) showed him a weird bump I have on my leg. That weird resistant strain of staph infection is going around. If that doesn’t shatter some kind of boundary, I don’t know what would qualify.
Who knows what that means.
Anyway, we ate at a great desert restaurant called Max Brenner Chocolate By the Bald Man. We lit marshmallow torches and slathered ourselves in Chocolate. All in all, a good time. Then, we saw some sort of wonderful movie called “Music Within.” I recommend it. It was wonderful. And then I tried to control everything and take care of people.
Until next time, Spooky Out!