It's therapy for women who've experienced domestic violence, although my counsellor had tol me beforehand that it was also ok to talking about drug/booze issues...
Anyway, for starters waaaay too much time was spent getting everyone "mindful", yet not quite enough time for mindfulness to really kick in. I am not knocking mindfulness...or maybe I am, at least in this context.
Because I need (to use the counseling idiom) a "safe space" to talk about my anger towards my ex before it drives me mad...
. Shit, I've been permanently maimed in the leg, lost my job and all my friends, my home has been destroyed and I've also been betrayed in the worst way ...
So I'm more interested of being "mindful" of my right to feel angry than being mindful about how my feet feel on the floor, or how the flame from a scented candle is, uh, there.
Then came the two themes of the day: The Shark Cage and "self-care".
The facilitor explained at length - more length than was really needed - about how the Shark Cage is a metaphor for strategies one can use to deflect "predators", i.e. violent people.
The "predator" thing shat me off a bit. I'm willing to admit I've been bullied and manipulated and humiliated and injured, but somehow the term "predator"doesn't feel right as a designation of my ex.
For one thing, I doubt he was consciously planning to be a violent bastard from the second he clapped eyes on me. It's not as if being a violent bastard worked out especially well for him in the long run - he's now got a serious criminal record, is practically unemployable, and apt to get clapped in the slammer if he so much as jay walks.
But that aside, the idea of him being a "predator" implies I'm on a level with a little girl. Which doesn't do much for my "self worth"even if it does vitiate any sort of responsibility for making egregiously stupid decisions about men...
We were then invited to select a printed out shark picture and, um, a texta. The pictures had clearly been sourced from children's coloring in books. We had to draw bars over our fishies, with each bar representing a safety strategy in our Shark Cage.
I admitted that my main strategies for feeling "safe" right now are not in fact very positive. For example I am deliberately isolating myself. And drinking too much to avoid my emotions...
I really wish I'd kept the boozing issue to myself, because after that the other women in the group seemed suspicious of me and inclined to leave me out of their conversations. These tended to consist of pseudo-confessions about being too obsessed with house keeping, or not getting to the gym as often as they used to...
There was a certain amount of "my kids are my world", and also "I feel bad because I am not always patient with children." My contribution was asked for, so I said since when does being a mother mean you must always exhibit the patience of a saint? My mother wasn't like that, and tbh I would've found it weird if she had been...
I also added that I missed my own daughter a lot, which probably made me look even seedier, since all the other women had custody of their kids...
Then the session segued into "self care".
More infantilising worksheets were handed out. We were given "homework": list positive "self care" strategies.
Egs were given, such as "eat well', "exercise" and "catch up with my best friend."
I interjected that I haven't got any friends anymore- my ex made it impossible.
Surely this is a common thing that happens to people with abusive partners?
Someone suggested I join a "walking club". Didn't say anything but the last thing I need is MORE walking - I'm gonna need a total knee replacement at some stage, and I'm meant to spare my gimpy leg as much as possible but tbh am still walking everywhere ... I need to spend less on drugs so I can at least afford a bike ...
But there's no way I could bring up drugs in this group - they were weird with me even about the alcohol issue ...
Surely the whole point of the entire fucking enterprise is being allowed to talk about how your life has gone to shit?
If I had access to a lively social life, and felt motivated about eating well and exercise and not drinking, and had no problems except being a perfectionist about parenting and housework, I don't think I'd be bothering with counselling...so I don't know what most of these women were even doing there!
There were a couple of older, very quiet women - one of whom alluded to being staliked- I would've liked to hear what they had to say, but the more middle class/younger women sort of dominated with these rather Pollyanna problems.
There was absolutely no reference to anything "unpleasant" except the problem of receiving nasty text messages...
Am I being a paranoid ass? Perhaps. But am so disappointed-I wanted to meet people with whom I don't have to pretend I am normal and fine.
And now I am doing what I shouldnt- drinking too early in the day.
At least I have done my "homework" already- I have suggested that masturbation is an excellent and inexpensive self care strategy....
Anyway, for starters waaaay too much time was spent getting everyone "mindful", yet not quite enough time for mindfulness to really kick in. I am not knocking mindfulness...or maybe I am, at least in this context.
Because I need (to use the counseling idiom) a "safe space" to talk about my anger towards my ex before it drives me mad...
. Shit, I've been permanently maimed in the leg, lost my job and all my friends, my home has been destroyed and I've also been betrayed in the worst way ...
So I'm more interested of being "mindful" of my right to feel angry than being mindful about how my feet feel on the floor, or how the flame from a scented candle is, uh, there.
Then came the two themes of the day: The Shark Cage and "self-care".
The facilitor explained at length - more length than was really needed - about how the Shark Cage is a metaphor for strategies one can use to deflect "predators", i.e. violent people.
The "predator" thing shat me off a bit. I'm willing to admit I've been bullied and manipulated and humiliated and injured, but somehow the term "predator"doesn't feel right as a designation of my ex.
For one thing, I doubt he was consciously planning to be a violent bastard from the second he clapped eyes on me. It's not as if being a violent bastard worked out especially well for him in the long run - he's now got a serious criminal record, is practically unemployable, and apt to get clapped in the slammer if he so much as jay walks.
But that aside, the idea of him being a "predator" implies I'm on a level with a little girl. Which doesn't do much for my "self worth"even if it does vitiate any sort of responsibility for making egregiously stupid decisions about men...
We were then invited to select a printed out shark picture and, um, a texta. The pictures had clearly been sourced from children's coloring in books. We had to draw bars over our fishies, with each bar representing a safety strategy in our Shark Cage.
I admitted that my main strategies for feeling "safe" right now are not in fact very positive. For example I am deliberately isolating myself. And drinking too much to avoid my emotions...
I really wish I'd kept the boozing issue to myself, because after that the other women in the group seemed suspicious of me and inclined to leave me out of their conversations. These tended to consist of pseudo-confessions about being too obsessed with house keeping, or not getting to the gym as often as they used to...
There was a certain amount of "my kids are my world", and also "I feel bad because I am not always patient with children." My contribution was asked for, so I said since when does being a mother mean you must always exhibit the patience of a saint? My mother wasn't like that, and tbh I would've found it weird if she had been...
I also added that I missed my own daughter a lot, which probably made me look even seedier, since all the other women had custody of their kids...
Then the session segued into "self care".
More infantilising worksheets were handed out. We were given "homework": list positive "self care" strategies.
Egs were given, such as "eat well', "exercise" and "catch up with my best friend."
I interjected that I haven't got any friends anymore- my ex made it impossible.
Surely this is a common thing that happens to people with abusive partners?
Someone suggested I join a "walking club". Didn't say anything but the last thing I need is MORE walking - I'm gonna need a total knee replacement at some stage, and I'm meant to spare my gimpy leg as much as possible but tbh am still walking everywhere ... I need to spend less on drugs so I can at least afford a bike ...
But there's no way I could bring up drugs in this group - they were weird with me even about the alcohol issue ...
Surely the whole point of the entire fucking enterprise is being allowed to talk about how your life has gone to shit?
If I had access to a lively social life, and felt motivated about eating well and exercise and not drinking, and had no problems except being a perfectionist about parenting and housework, I don't think I'd be bothering with counselling...so I don't know what most of these women were even doing there!
There were a couple of older, very quiet women - one of whom alluded to being staliked- I would've liked to hear what they had to say, but the more middle class/younger women sort of dominated with these rather Pollyanna problems.
There was absolutely no reference to anything "unpleasant" except the problem of receiving nasty text messages...
Am I being a paranoid ass? Perhaps. But am so disappointed-I wanted to meet people with whom I don't have to pretend I am normal and fine.
And now I am doing what I shouldnt- drinking too early in the day.
At least I have done my "homework" already- I have suggested that masturbation is an excellent and inexpensive self care strategy....
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