luke wilson
The Living Force
Alada said:luke wilson said:Then why is my idea of who I am plagued by what I can only guess to be feelings of shame when all I did was just live my life and accept it the way it was as it was.
Shame seems more to do with the pain / fear associated with a mental construct, rather than a whole emotion in itself if that makes sense. It implies that one thinks oneself faulty in some way, that there's 'something wrong with me'. I think you're right to look toward society / 'education' in general for the root of it.
Maybe you could look at it as a part of the predators mind, the thing that keeps us in our place. As such, when those thoughts arise, you could counter them from the part of you which knows better and can reason. It's the being your own parent/coach thing, sometimes we have to keep talking ourselves through these glitches until the message finally sinks in.
Little by little it can change, but we have to keep up with the positive self parenting where unwelcome thoughts take up too much head space. There's only a limited amount of space up there, and for something new to come in we have to somehow make some room.
Slightly diverting from the issue of sex, I can say there are 3, maybe 4 things that in my life have converged to create the edifice that I experience as shame. Both have roots extending back to different periods in time depending on when to have been one of these things was not looked upon favourably by society
1) Wealth. This mainly took root way back when I was at school. My parents took me to a private school when I was super young. We weren't rich as evidenced by the lack of stuff we had, compared to my peers. Immediately, boom, the kid is made to feel less compared to his peers. All those school trips you can't go to, all the stuff you can't have, your dad coming to pick you up in a run-down car compared to the flash cars all the other kids get picked up with etc...
2) Race. When I was growing up this wasn't a problem as I grew up in a place where I wasn't a minority, nor was race a thing there anyways. But in the western world, it's a whole different ballgame and this game never stops to give you a breather.
3) Virgin. Obviously at some point boys started chasing girls. I didn't and for awhile I was fine. But with age and mounting invisible and not-so-invisible pressure, this drives home. Sometimes I think I experience sexual energy differently, because it has never been to me as to make me run around like a headless chicken to satisfy a feeling. No matter how beautiful or desirable a girl is, as soon as you open your mouth to talk to them, it becomes dangerously apparent they are a whole human being and not just a thing to satisfy your desire. No different to a boy and I wouldn't go out of my way to sleep with a boy! At this point I just can't act anymore. I am not asexual, not at all, I just can't deal with another human being sexually. How people do this I have zero-idea. To my eyes, it seems sexuality is the most powerful drive in people, in determining their actions, their persona's, their clothes etc, but to me, it just seems not to be as powerful, at least not as powerful as to drive action that is consistent and sustained. It's amazingly easy to just disconnect from it, it's not suppression, it's just that it doesn't connect with the wires that drive action so relentlessly. It's an enigma. Other emotions have driven crazy action in me, emotions such as anger, frustration, joy etc, but sexual desire, to satisfy it, to experience it with another person, a wire somewhere seems to be disconnected. The signal is being sent, but the message is not getting through.
4) Intelligence. I am not dumb, but I am not intellectual. I did intellectual subjects though such as the sciences etc. I was placed relatively highly in my classes, but I was never intelligent really, at least compared to the truly intelligent. To always doubt your intelligence, drives at you, especially when the education system was driven by exam grades.
The above 4 converge to deadly effect. Most of the above are not even thoughts, they are my reality. My parents are not wealthy, I am not wealthy, I am a minority, I am a virgin, I am not that intelligent. These are irrefutable facts.
How to fight shame when you are faced by such overwhelming facts that converge to such deadly effect? These feelings were not driven in by someone shouting them at me... they were driven in slowly, silently, over time, by words unspoken, through the senses, through experience, through unspoken expectations. Before I knew it, I experienced myself wholly differently from how I should have.
Anyways, it seemed like french to me before, but I've decided to start reading fear of the abyss in the hope of uncovering and undoing this silent and hidden plague in me. I will also try to be conscious to the voice in my head.