Monday, 1 July 2013

Truth or Consequence by Shelley Noyes

Lately, my creative work is showing me how to do the hard and scary work of telling the truth.

I have always known exactly what to say and do to make sure people like me. Any kid with abandonment issues knows how this survival skill works. It is like some freakish superpower--every conversation I have, I know how  to endear myself to the person I am talking to. Within a few seconds I can read what they need to hear from me.  Agreement? An ego-stroking?  Do they need me to say that their horrible child is filled with angelic sweetness? Do they need me to agree that yes, your boss HAS to be the problem for sure--of course it isn't your fault!   Do they need me to be a Christian? (Liberal or Conservative; Evangelical or Mainline; Catholic, Orthodox or Protestant???)  Before I even realize it, I am giving them exactly what they want to hear, regardless of my actual feelings, beliefs or opinions.


It has taken me years to figure out that I do this. It never occurred to me that I was not being honest--in fact I remember telling a needy friend (after I had been avoiding her for several weeks, and she called me to find out what was going on 'with us') that no--there wasn't any issue between us--I just had some other personal stuff going on--that was why I hadn't been around.  You never have to worry, Friend, I said. I will be honest with you if that were the case. Those were the words that came out of my mouth before I even thought about it. The truth is, I WANTED that to be the case--wanted to be the kind of person that could be honest with someone when they were sucking the life energy out of me and I needed some space to re-evaluate the healthy-ness of our friendship. But instead, I just worked harder at avoiding her after that.

This way of living--telling the world what they want to hear so that they will love me and never leave me--it isn't something that at age 42, I have to do anymore. I know that I'm not seven-year-old Shelley desperate for her mom to move back into the house. I don't have to be afraid that I won't be able to take care of myself. My body has been trying to tell me for years that speaking out of fear of abandonment instead of out of my authentic truth does not serve me anymore: depression, panic attacks, headaches, obsessions.

So now, I am learning a new way of living. To be honest, it is a slow and terrifying process. Part of my healing has come in the form of writing and writing and writing in my journal until I get to the deep-down layer of how I really feel, or what I really think. I'm beginning to recognize what my Real Self sounds like, but it takes patience and a whole lot of EFFORT to find her and then to listen.

Telling the truth of my experience is easy in this setting. But I have this uncomfortable feeling--a prickly nudging--that I will eventually have let go of my fear of being misunderstood by my own real-life, in-person community where I live and work, and trust that I will be ok even if nobody 'gets me' ever. My creative work (writing and working in my art journal) gives me a little more courage every day to believe that I am enough--and it continues to kindly and gently point the way to Myself.


My name is Shelley. I write about stuff that happens to me so you won't feel so alone. Email me at shelley.noyes@houghton.edu.

8 comments:

  1. Really good post Shelley. I can certainly relate to much of what you say. Being a super sensitive is great on one side and very difficult on another as the cost is very high for the sensitive person.

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    1. Anonymous,
      I'm just beginning to understand what it means to be a highly sensitive person. I'm learning how to find the balance--how to give out of my gifts, yet still protect my soul. Does that make sense?

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  2. Shelley! This is so great, and you, and truthful, and awesome.

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    1. To which Julie am I speaking?...Rorrer?

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    2. LOL! Just seeing this now...Yes, Rorrer. :)

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    3. That's what I thought dearie!

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  3. Thanks, friends for the great comments! Makes my heart happy :)

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  4. Love this, Shelley! Your process definitely resonates with me, too. You sound like you're on a great roll now!

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