I was having an interesting conversation my hairdresser, a young adult, about childhood trauma. It may seem like the kind of conversation to have with a therapist rather than a hairdresser, but she was fully engaged in the conversation and I love that it’s something she readily recognised as an opportunity for our collective growth.

The kind of trauma we were talking about is developmental trauma, the kind everyone experiences (as distinct from the big issues that are more readily recognised as traumatic). She is at a point in her own development, having recently moved out of home, where she is more readily able to express the impact her parents have had on how she feels about herself.

Like me she comes from a pretty normal family, and in fact her parents both work with people who have experienced the big-T trauma we all recognise, and they regularly have to deal with addiction, violence and abuse. But she can see how her parents, although well meaning, created limitations in the way she feels inside herself and interacts with the world.

That in itself is huge. From what I observe, most people do not want to be held hostage to their childhood if, in fact, they even think about it at all. I certainly felt it was something to put behind me when I was free to live as an adult, determined to be different in all the ways that had irritated or wounded me.

Well, there were two problems with that:

1. I still had to deal with my parents. They still had the same beliefs, ideals and expectations of me having brought me up a certain way
2. I somehow kept attracting unhappy and often difficult experiences into my life through varying relationships (be it a partner, a friend or a colleague or even institutions that I had to regularly deal with).

With enough difficult experiences under my belt, and enough distance from most of them, I could see the patterns. While it’s easy to blame others, I finally recognised that the common denominator in all my experiences was me, and I was the only part of any equation I could control.

Many people never really feel safe to explore whatever junk they have in their own trunk, but I knew that there must be something I was doing or a way that I was being that kept eliciting the same variety of responses, in ever increasing intensity.

I also knew that I had become someone that didn’t feel real to me, but I wasn’t sure what was real for me because I had been moulded and had grown accustomed to the way I interacted in the world.

Now with years of personal work under my belt I can readily recognise that I suffered from insecure attachment, a lack of attunement and enmeshment trauma . I had become a co-dependent, people pleaser with poor boundaries; susceptible to those, like narcissists, who care not for others.

That is a mouthful I know, and it’s all psychology-speak to most people, but what it comes down to is that I needed more positive emotional attention and connection from my parents than they gave.

This had nothing to do with my parent’s intentions, which were good. There is no mystery or malice about any of this; it arises from their own anxieties and ways of being, and the predominant beliefs in our society (for many centuries) about child rearing. That is to say, children are to be moulded rather than to be held as they unfold.

To give some examples, there is the baby who is left to cry, the baby or child who has to eat to a schedule, the child who wants their parent’s attention and will do anything – positive or negative – to get it, the child who is given no opportunity to explain their side of the story, the child who is left alone to think about their actions, the list goes on.

Even if I put my adult self in those shoes, if I am so upset I am crying and everyone ignores me, how do I feel? If I’m not hungry (or feeling sick) and I’m made to eat how do I feel? If I am trying to get someone’s attention and they ignore me, how do I feel? If I appear to have upset someone and yet they won’t communicate with me, how do I feel?

None of these feel comfortable; they actually make me question my very existence at one extreme (especially if they are regularly occurring situations) and, at best, make me feel isolated and unimportant in the moment.

Yet as an adult I have full mental and physical capacities that allow me to express myself, to reason out others’ behaviours and to take action. As a child, and as a baby especially, I have none of those things. It doesn’t take a huge leap to imagine the magnitude of devastation felt by the burgeoning human when ignored like this, especially if it’s the common pattern.

And it doesn’t then take a lot to understand that the chemicals that get released in response start to form our neural pathways, within our brain and nervous systems. The emotional reaction, in the form of chemicals released in our brain and body, starts to wire our responses to similar situations.

This is the essence of trauma. If a baby or child is questioning or worrying about its existence as in the examples above, those chemicals that form our neural pathways are in the survival category. This then creates an ongoing chronic trauma response to similar situations throughout the person’s life.

And, as I have discovered, that is generally what is at the root of all human dysfunction. It manifests from small-t trauma, the kind of developmental trauma pretty much most humans on the planet are subject to, resulting in unhelpful and self-limiting patterns of beliefs and behaviours. As it also manifests from big T-trauma, the reliving of horrific experiences again and again.

It would be easy to see myself, or anyone, as a victim of these circumstances. But what I’ve discovered is that I – and anyone - can form new neural pathways. I also realised that it wasn’t my parents’ behaviour that made me who I am, it was my reaction to it; albeit subconscious. And if these are my reactions, I can change them.

More than that, I realised if I didn’t change them, not only would I be living a life of limitation and chronic unhappiness, I would perpetuate the same thing with my own children through my own anxieties. I realised that the only way for me to be able to be fully present with my own babies and children was to take a good look at the junk in my trunk that was constantly distracting me and weighing me down.

In short, I realised that my childhood experiences were not my fault, but they are my responsibility.

​If we want the next generation unencumbered by the  often invisible chains that have held our families (and the family next door, and next door to that and so on) in bondage to unhealthy and self-limiting responses, then we have to be the one to make it a priority to get free of them by creating healthier responses.

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Someone was sharing with me this week various struggles they are having as a parent, which I could relate to. Partly it was about the challenges in parenting a child who is so different in personality, and partly it was about unwelcome criticism of her parenting style from others.

I was then listening to a podcast with Lisa Marchiano on Meaning making, Motherhood and the Journey of Individuation which sums up what I suspect is actually going on in this situation. Lisa says:
“You’re going to project your stuff on your kids. There is no way that you are going to get through any amount of time with your children and not meet those parts of yourself you cut off and sent backstage (the aspects of yourself that are unconscious but we see in others, our blind spots)”.

I know from my own journey that this is what is going on for me in any situation that is triggering, and I can project onto anyone, it is just the nature of parenting that makes the scenarios so intense and frequent. In fact, so much so, that Lisa quoted Fay Weldon who said “the best part about not having children is that you can go on believing you’re a nice person”, which makes me chuckle.

However, throughout the conversation I was having, what I could feel was this sense of deep longing within the mother to be seen, I suspect this longing comes from the parts of her that were denied, suppressed or disowned in her own childhood.

We talked about her childhood, not so much about details of it, but more the relevance of her own experiences which, like me, she felt were fairly normal. Neither of us had experienced anything that would be typically recognised as traumatic in the sense of physical or sexual abuse, domestic violence or any of the other big-T traumas.

But I know trauma is not just the big stuff. In fact, trauma is not an event, it’s the reaction to an event (or ways of being chronically ill-treated) within our bodies, that becomes stuck and replayed again and again when triggered. What most people don’t recognise is their own trauma, because it has been normalised.

In the movie The Wisdom of Trauma, which features Dr Gabor Maté, I also got a glimpse of Frizi Horstman’s Step Inside the Circle documentary that I found impactful. Frizi runs the Compassion Prison Project and gets right to the heart of the issue by getting everyone to stand in a circle and to take a step forward with every question she asks that the person identifies with.

She starts with “While you were growing up, during your first eighteen years of life, if a parent or other adult in the house would often insult you, put you down or humiliate you, please step inside the circle.”
It quickly becomes evident that – as Dr Robert Block says “Adverse childhood experiences are the single greatest unaddressed threat facing us today.”

The point Dr Gabor Maté really impressed upon me when I first read his work a few years ago, is that trauma is more pervasive than in just those we recognise as being locked in a prison. In fact if the prison guards were asked to step inside the circle (or the prison management, or those working in the Justice department, or the elected politicians, or – for that matter – the lady living down the street) then I suspect it would be become very evident that trauma is omnipresent.

One of the most striking examples Dr Gabor Maté often cites is the crying baby. Babies are helpless; they have very little at their disposal to signal their basic needs. They cry because they are hungry, tired, want connection (need connection), are too cold/too warm, need changed and so on. Yet even today there are parenting methods that actively advocate letting a baby cry without intervention in order to train them (when to eat and sleep to the parent’s – or otherwise deemed healthy - schedule).

Even as I type this I can feel how triggered it makes me. I am incredulous at how little is known about human attachment and attunement among people generally. I want to scream, I’ll be honest. How is it possible that people cannot see that leaving a baby to cry without any intervention teaches that baby, that person, that they are alone, their needs are not important?

There is a time to teach children to wait, sure, but it comes later, once secure attachment and attunement are established.

What does attunement look like? Teal Swan says “Ask yourself the following questions...

• Do I feel like my parents understood me when I was little, or even tried to understand me?
• Did they see into me and feel into me and have empathy for me and adjust their behaviour accordingly or not?
• Did they acknowledge how I felt or did they invalidate it, telling me I shouldn’t feel that way?
• How did my parents treat me when I was cranky, frightened or upset?”

Healthy attunement means feeling understood and having those feelings honoured.

Healthy attachment means taking mutual joy in spending time with, and being connected with someone.

So as I was talking to this lady about her childhood, I asked her – since it was seemingly so benign in its normalcy – whether she would (if she could) send her own child back to live in her own childhood? This created an immediate sense of perspective.

I wondered, why is it she and I seem to share this sense that it was okay for us to go through our own childhood experiences, yet we didn’t want to consciously repeat them with our kids?

In Terri Cole’s book Boundary Boss, which I’ve found both insightful and practical, she says “Get a picture of yourself as a child, every time you look at the picture practice compassion...beam yourself with pure love.”

I’ve had childhood pictures up for a while, and pictures of my partner as a child, so I can have compassion in the times I’m seeing a hurt child acting out rather than a self-regulated adult.

Yet when I look at my own photos it is not compassion I feel. It is more a sense of inadequacy, like maybe this child – me – deserved the childhood I had. Notice I’m being honest here about how I feel.

My intellect does not agree, my intellect knows that a four-year-old cannot be inadequate and that any sense of inadequacy was likely a projection upon me.

In fact if I were to be faced with one of my own kids’ feeling a sense of inadequacy I would be quick to take them in my arms and beam them with pure love, no doubts. Yet when faced with myself as a younger child, I lose all desire to. Isn’t that interesting?

“As a child”, as Dr Gabor Maté explains, “we are born feeling our connection to our parents and we are reliant on them for survival. Being rejected by them in any way, big or small (over an extended period), is devastating. So when we are rejected, we have a choice, to reject them or reject ourselves (or more likely parts of ourselves). But we can’t reject them as our survival depends upon them.”

And through Dr Maté’s work, and that of many many others like Teal Swan and Claire Zammit to name a couple of those often quoted by me, I have come to recognise that right there denotes the kind of childhood trauma I’m suggesting lives in probably every person on the face of the planet.

Now I’m not saying every person would feel in some way ashamed of themselves as a child if they looked at a photo of themselves at a young age. I suspect only those of us who have internalized the feelings would.

To add some depth, I’ll go back to one of my favourite explanations of all time on this, summed up exquisitely by Teal Swan:

“When our parents were not attuned to us, we went one of two ways to cope with the terror of the experience. We either learned that our survival depended on:

1. disconnecting from them and retreating into a narcissistic bubble, where all that was real and all that mattered was our individual experience (otherwise defined by Daniel Shaw in his book Traumatic Narcissism as “The child who externalises their experience, projecting onto others the shame, guilt, humiliation and fear they experienced and cannot tolerate themselves”). Or
2. being hyper attuned to the people in our lives so that we could perceive them, anticipate their behaviour and make adjustments to our behaviour accordingly in order to avoid harm (otherwise defined as the child who internalises their experience and persecutes themselves).”

She goes on to explain that neither state is healthy. “It is not a fulfilling life to spend all your energy obsessively trying to keep yourself safe by attuning to other people at the expense of tuning out to yourself. But the destruction on this planet owes itself to those people who have learned to cope by retreating into the egocentric bubble...

You cannot attune to someone and say the wrong thing to them. You cannot attune to someone and stay in denial about his or her reality.”

I’ll never forget talking to my mum about her childhood before she died. She did not readily share details during her life, she was simply what I would have called very dark on her father and her eldest brother; her father being an abusive alcoholic and her eldest brother was a half sibling who abandoned his family of birth, as his father before him had abandoned them.

My mum, like a lot of people, never saw any value in revisiting those childhood experiences; she couldn’t fathom why anyone would partake in coaching never mind counselling, perhaps because she felt herself adequate enough and externalised her experiences.

She certainly did not believe she was in any way held hostage to her experiences, which is what most of us would like to believe I suspect.

Yet there I was talking to this mother about her parenting and, as she recounted the beautiful demeanour of a coach facilitating a class she was attending, she was moved to tears as she related to me the gentle way this facilitator spoke to and nurtured her audience. In turn I was moved as I saw so clearly how the little girl in her desperately wants to be related to.

Instead she had experienced harsh words, and little warmth and affection growing up. And she internalised this, thinking she must be getting these harsh words because something is wrong with her.

Frizi Horstman, of the Compassion Prison Project, concludes “We are all magnificent, beautiful humans, but we have trauma fogging our vision of ourselves and others”. She makes the point that when we are triggered, we are in our flight-fight mode. Learning how to recognise this and regulate our nervous system is the key to accessing our magnificent selves. Certainly we cannot do this if we are stuck in survival mode.

So if you feel like something is wrong with you, or something is inherently wrong in others, there is, we are all experiencing an ongoing cycle of trauma, passed unconsciously from generation to generation. Our job is to wake up to it, heal and help others. As Gabor Maté says, it appears clearing trauma is the zeitgeist of our time.

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I was looking at my partner’s handiwork the other day; he is currently tiling our hallway floor over the weekends. I initially looked at the area being tiled and had been thinking it could all be done in four or five days, three weekends tops.

What I didn’t appreciate, until I saw the work in progress, is just how complex some of the cuts are, and how much cutting is required for this awkward space so that the tiles flow and look effortlessly even.

This led me to think about the parallels between the hidden complexities of this task and the complexities of each person’s talents, traits and capabilities; and how hard it is to put value on something unless I’ve experienced it.

Earlier in the week I had been feeling misunderstood and undervalued myself, and this new observation shifted my perspective. Having swapped a high paying salary, one that prized many aspects of my mind, for the stay-at-home-mum role has been a double-edged sword. Just as I underestimated the time involved in the hallway tiling, I often feel that what I bring to my role is vastly underestimated and underappreciated in our household.

The part I really cherish about parenting is the part where I get to hold a space in which my kids can unfold; the psychological and emotional support and development role. While this might have obvious outputs as the kids grow, it’s not always obvious day to day.

My partner, who is more in his body than his mind, can more readily appreciate the outwardly visible things like school drop off and pick up, dentist appointments, cooking dinner, managing play dates and so on. These are the parts I find tedious, but they facilitate the psychological aspects that I find more worthwhile.

As an eternal student of the human psyche, human potential, life itself and the metaphysical, I can no more turn off my mind, away from these aspects of who I am, than I can stop the sky being blue. Value of course is subjective. Yet I keep attracting circumstances and people into my life that do not value the musings of my mind, but I desperately want them to.

Here is another example, same wound, totally different scenario. In one job, the boss hired me because he did see the value of my thinking, and he made that very clear. That strategic, people driven, psyche delving, root cause analysis, joining-dots-together brain was both seen and appreciated.

The only problem was he did not run the company, and the only job he had approved to slot me into was a Head of Operations role, the very antithesis of who I am in many ways. Of course this created all sorts of false expectations among colleagues and was – as I discovered – quite contrary to the prevailing culture.

People in that company liked to put out metaphorical fires and be the ambulance at the bottom of the metaphorical cliff, rather than think about – far less do - any substantive transformational work to enhance the customer experience and profit. Given this is where I add the most value, I remember my time there as a painful experience.

Whatever role I play in life, and there are many, are all imbued by this richly multifaceted and insightful mind of mine, along with all its neurosis.  So it’s an interesting process to stand outside myself and look at this pattern of not really being appreciated by those closest to me for what I bring to the table that is of most value.

Terri Cole says “when repeating patterns are active it’s as if the child within us is desperately seeking a do-over of a disappointing, painful or traumatising childhood”. She explains that in psychotherapeutic terms it’s known as transference “you are unconsciously triggered by a person or situation, and your heightened reaction is fuelled by an earlier unresolved experience that is similar in nature”.

She encourages her clients to ask themselves:

• Who does this person remind me of?
• Where have I felt like this before?
• How is this behavioural dynamic familiar to me?

Of course this wound goes back to childhood when I had to do what I was told, and not question. But I love to question, my mother often used to define my childhood by the question why? And to her credit, when she wasn’t saying “because I said so”, she used to answer my questions as best she could.

But she never asked “well, why do you think that is?” In other words, to my young self, she never saw or appreciated the value of my own mind. When I did express myself I’d hear her saying “Oh Shona knows everything” in a sarcastic tone.

There are so many facets to who I am and whether I feel confident about them comes down to where I feel different and whether (and by whom) those differences are embraced or rejected in some way.

Another conversation with my niece led me to think about the many aspects that create each person’s individual identity. She wishes there was a class at school that allowed more discussion around topical issues such as LGBTQ+ (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer/questioning and the plus sign denoting a desire to be inclusive) and BLM (Black Lives Matter).

While sexual preference, gender identity and race are hugely important areas for discussion, there are so many points of difference that a person can identify with:

• Being religious or non religious
• Being spiritual or non spiritual
• Being sensitive to others’ feelings or more in a bubble
• Being intuitive or logical
• Being a morning person or a night owl

To name only an infinitesimal few.

I started to think about my own identity and realised I simply cannot be all things to all people, and nor can I expect that everyone will value all things about me.

But I can still appreciate the things about myself that others can’t. As I said to my niece, “I think there is really no limit to the things we can identify with, the key though – I believe – is to love who you are and find belonging with people who love you as you are too”.

I’ve found loving certain parts of myself a challenge because I’ve often been misunderstood and rejected by those who I have chosen to be closest to in life. This is Terri Cole’s point about “the child within us desperately seeking a do-over of disappointing, painful or traumatising experiences in childhood” and continuing to draw circumstances and people that reflect that.

Now I know I’ve tolerated pain in ongoing situations only because that rejection was familiar to me, in the vain hopes the outcome would be different. While that is very human, is also illogical if I’m not doing something different.

I see now that the only way to stop attracting that kind of rejection is to stop looking for approval in the eyes of people who may not even have the capacity to understand, appreciate and value it.

To come back to the example I’ve used in here, there are of course many other people in my life who do value my mind. And, of course, the point is it’s up to me to decide what I will accept from each of my relationships, but I can’t make particular people value the things I do, I can only appreciate my own value and align with others who do too.

So what aspects of you continually draw rejection from those closest to you? And are you able to see the ways in which this is familiar to past experiences? Are you ready to start making choices that honour you?

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I have to admit I’m a champion at complicating matters for myself. I’ve noticed as I have committed to becoming more attuned to my own needs and developing healthy boundaries, I often fail miserably as my mind goes down a familiar rabbit warren of thoughts that try to dissuade and confuse me.

While I feel better knowing it’s just a protection mechanism, it is something I have to be alert to as I determine to get better at holding healthy boundaries.

Why is it a protection mechanism?

Like many people, the main philosophy I experienced from the adults around me growing up was that they knew better than me what was correct and good. If I was good, I avoided punishment, simple. In response my “spidey senses” were acute, I was hyper attuned to people around me so I could think ten steps ahead to avoid danger, and my general strategy was striving for perfection in everything I did.

In short, my mind learned these strategies to keep me loved and safe throughout childhood. Unfortunately it hard wired those responses into my thinking and patterns of behaviour, whether or not they were suited to my changing, less dependent circumstances as I grew.

Once in the workplace and out in the big wide world of relationships, any criticism or conflict threw me into a tailspin. And, as I began to undertake psychometric testing in my career, a really confused picture began to emerge as I seemed to have adopted a little bit of everything along the way in order to stay ahead of any perceived danger; my nervous system on high alert much of the time.

By the time I was reaching my forties I became more determined to figure out who I am if I stripped away all the layers of fear and expectations.

So here I am another decade on, a recovering people pleaser working my way through the legacy of enmeshment trauma and co-dependency. Basically meaning I had no sense of self (where me ends and you begins), and no idea that personal boundaries were a thing (never mind a healthy thing), I thought good people were those who put others before themselves.

In traditional fashion, opposites attract. My partner’s challenges are quite different, having placed himself in a metaphorical bubble to protect himself from feeling pain, shame or guilt as he grew, he tuned out from any depth of feeling in himself or others. Empathy is a foreign word to someone who can’t relate because he has never let himself feel his own pain.

As I determine to develop healthy boundaries, in practice that means putting my needs before others who are used to quite the opposite. I can imagine that a people pleaser becoming healthy isn’t a comfortable experience for those who have been used to being indulged.

My experiences this week reflect this dynamic wonderfully. Both my partner and I suddenly found ourselves very busy. His workload increased just as the time approached that he’d scheduled to get some work done tiling the walkway through the heart of our house. Meanwhile I had been busy clearing everything out in readiness, while also preparing for another out-of-town trip with the kids.

Simultaneously one of my children decided it is now time to move to her big room, instead of the one adjoining mum and dad’s room, which will become an office. Being the think-ten-steps-ahead person I am, I suggested to my partner that we take the opportunity to recarpet since both rooms will be in an upheaval anyway.

Getting new carpets throughout was on our to-do list already, though not until next year, but logic and efficiency drove me to consider doing it sooner. But after introducing the idea to my gung ho partner (not a wise move for someone like me who likes to float ideas and mull things over before making decisions), I quickly regretted it as I started to contemplate clearing not just two rooms but six, in readiness for carpet to be laid.

Just thinking through the practicalities of adding that to my to-do list right now almost tipped me over the edge of my sanity. So here was a glaring signpost to a boundary. All I had to do was say, “Mm, it’s too much right now, let’s revisit later”.

But no, my keep-me-safe mind was in overdrive, it was thinking perfection, efficiency, discussions having raised expectations, not wanting to let anyone down and wanting to get this ghastly task behind me.

Short of Marie Kondo coming in and working with my kids directly on decluttering their stuff though (while I sit on a beach doing nothing except watch the sun glint on the water), my body did not want to cooperate with this plan at all, it simply filled me with dread.

So began the internal war within. I came up with a plan – not quite Marie Kondo, but a packing service. We have used a packing service a few times when moving, it’s always a small component of the cost and yet worth its weight in gold; especially for someone as ponderous as me.

Unfortunately, I tackled my highly stressed partner with my marvellous idea in the wrong way at the wrong time. The result was ugly, with all the worst aspects of our well worn old dynamics coming to the fore.

This set my keep-me-safe mind into hyperdrive.

But it was after observing my daughter attempting to write an answer to a question in a ten minute timeframe that it dawned on me how complex the workings of my own mind can be, and how it can completely coax me away from seeing what is obvious.

My daughter had to write about her favourite game and the three things she loves most about it. True to her nature she went diving down the rabbit hole, her imagination instantly filling her mind with all sorts of pictures and visions that make it incredibly hard for her to ever get to the part about the three things she loves most about it without having some sort of structure and tools to keep her focused.

In a similar way, my mind completely distracted me from that simply boundary “Mm, it’s too much right now, let’s revisit later” by instead taking the well worn pathways and patterns of codependence, defence and heartache.

It became so clear to me that I was making this whole deal way more complicated that it needs to be. I was making my needs into something I needed to fight for, because that is what I was so used to having to do to get my needs met as I grew up. In true fashion I felt deeply hurt and unseen.

My big win was I didn’t jump into the flaming pit of anger and outrage that I would have previously used to assert my needs. But I will admit my relief when my partner handed me a parcel that had arrived while I’d been away, it was Terri Cole’s Boundary Boss book that I’ve been waiting on. Terri has a beautiful way of communicating and instructing on boundaries and it’s clear I still have a lot of work to do in that area.

But I am grateful that endlessly unconscious cycles of “getting triggered and distracted” in my relationships have been broken, and what I have achieved is much greater awareness. As my partner says we “are a work in progress”.

And let’s face it, it is better to become aware of things, even if belatedly, than unconsciously repeating the same patterns of painful experiences without any learning.

If like me you have a pattern of co-dependency, your mind will likely try to protect you by resisting your healthy boundaries – especially in moments when you are highly stressed. But be encouraged knowing that this is normal, and why. Being aware of the pitfalls that can occur as you move towards your goal of healthy boundaries puts you far further along the path than you were before.

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I’m going to go for the short answer upfront: no. However, I will admit there have been times in my life I’ve found it hard to really hear what someone has to say when I’ve known they hold a different set of beliefs or opinions than I do. Why is that? Honestly it’s a question of safety.

To take an extreme, could I bring myself to listen to one of Hitler’s speeches or read Mein Kampf without any kind of a veil or judgement? I’ll admit I could not, I’d find it repugnant. Yet when I read one of his quotes “If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed” it feels like a truth; I can think of many examples beyond his where people have been (and continue to be) manipulated like this.

In my own case, it did not feel psychologically or emotionally safe for me to have my own beliefs and opinions (that were divergent to the pack) as I was growing up. It seems to me it was (and still is) the norm. I certainly wanted to fit in, be accepted and feel validated.

Despite being well-intentioned by my parents, teachers and other key influencers in my life, it was damaging enough that I no longer recognised my own inner voice; I would often feel fear, guilt or shame and was inadvertently trained to look outside myself for answers. This is where my strong sense of calling comes from, to help others hear and trust their inner voice.

The irony is, by not living life from my own authentic standpoint and not even really knowing I had one of those (it was more just that life could often seem heavy or off), I attracted all sorts of painful circumstances into my life.

Now I’m an adult with curiosity and critical thinking, and I’ve figured out all those circumstances were pointing me somewhere – back to the real me. And it has taken a while to really figure out who that is, and what I actually believe about life.

So it was interesting to me that, when I wrote ” a central theme of my authentic paradigm is that there’s no one truth, we each hold within us our own truth” in How to Find the Courage to Let Us Hear Your Heart’s Voice someone I know felt really challenged by that.

The context of my sharing that belief was not a teaching, it was a vulnerable disclosure of a desire that I had felt on my journey, a desire to feel validated by those who had brought me into the world, to validate my inherent right to my own worldview.

Having someone feel challenged by that view was a wonderful opportunity for me to check in on how I’m travelling. The key benefit was the triumphal recognition of the old defence patterns that momentarily kicked in, and then drifted away on the tide as I dropped out of flight-or-fight mode, and into the space of the adult who has done some healing, and has the experience and wisdom to now deal with this kind of questioning.

I was intrigued by what these questions would awaken within me. I realised I’m feeling quite secure in my paradigm and I liked the answers that came forth in response to questions about absolutes, right and wrong, good and evil and so on.

For me, it is all a matter of perspective. I am aware of myself as a consciousness inhabiting a human body, but I am simultaneously aware of myself as a far more expansive consciousness – as I am aware of all others in just the same way.

Now that, right there, would challenge many people’s paradigms. I am okay with that; it’s my own experiences of this that have led me to my views.

Do I think in terms of absolutes? Not generally. I find absolutes constricting. But if there is an absolute, and people are able to learn again how to hear and trust their authentic inner voice, I trust this absolute will reveal itself within the sovereignty of their soul.

I see right and wrong as judgements, and wonder “who is the judge?” There are many sides to each story, many hurts, many intentions. For example, how many believe it was right to execute Saddam Hussein? Can killing someone ever be called right? I suspect many people have differing views on the matter.

The same could be said of Al Qaeda’s attacks on the West. I remember wondering as I watched in shock at the twin towers falling, feeling the horror and desperation of the situation and wondering “what drives people to do this?”, yet some part of me understanding that there must be another side to this story.

As to good and evil, was Hitler evil, or were many of his acts evil? Some see no difference in the two. But I can’t help but wonder from what place of inner pain does someone incite such heinous acts?
If you are a child growing up right now in Afghanistan, Iraq, the Yemen or any of the other conflict-torn places in our world today, who seems good and who seems evil, who is right and who is wrong?

And how to do we respond? With revenge, retaliation, punishment?

Now these examples are all what I’d call big-T trauma, they are the kinds of examples commonly recognised as life threatening and harmful in physical, psychological and emotional ways. These are acts that affect whole generations of collective peoples. I see polarisation around who is condemned and why, depending on the perspective.

To me, acts of harm, harm all. If I hurt you, I hurt myself. If I hurt a creature, I hurt myself. If I hurt this planet, I hurt myself. It is all connected. All I see is that pain begets pain until the light of conscious awareness is shone upon it. So where is the compassion, the rehabilitation?

And how does all of this link into the life I am living, with a partner, children, a family, a community, colleagues and so many other versions of relationships, with whom I can disagree vehemently in what they believe and in how they conduct themselves and in what harm I feel within me in these interactions?

And why do I feel harm? Why do I get so upset? Usually because that person has accidentally tripped over my paradigm, my view of myself and the world and what is right and what is wrong.

As Teal Swan says “When we fight from two different perceptual realities, we only end up strengthening the current beliefs and values of the other, causing further polarisation. Instead we must shift our focus to the vulnerability that the other side may be feeling.”

I see answers to reducing harm by creating awareness, understanding and education in how we indoctrinate our newborns into this human experience. When I think, for example, of Gabor Mate’s insightful descriptions of the first year of an infant’s life in his book Scattered Minds, and how they link to our neurobiology and behaviours, there is much pain created in this world from an inadvertent lack of attunement.  

And I see answers in how we help those who have misguidedly learned that their power comes from taking it from others, they will never be able to take enough to satisfy themselves; the power is within. As an adult I see it as my responsibility to re-parent myself, to create a sense of secure attachment and attunement and learn to interact with the world from that standpoint.

Which brings me back to becoming aware of the unhelpful thought and behavioural patterns that exist within, and cause harm. I am talking about the often subconscious beliefs I might have about feeling invisible, or powerless, or not enough, or too much, or unworthy, or being unwanted, or not important, or different, or inferior, or wrong, or alone, or bad, or deprived, or worthless, or a failure,or a burden, or crazy, or that I don’t belong, or I’m not important, or I don’t matter, or I’m not safe.

The journey to me has involved – and continues to involve – questioning the validity of these subtle little suckers that can create so much misery. These thoughts got planted there from the earliest moments and they simply do not serve who I am today.

As I have become more conscious of these, I have observed myself and others living in very unique, self-created and self-centred webs of protection that out-served their use long ago.  As I confront these and integrate past experiences with the person I am today, I become less defensive, more open, more able to really see and hear others.

I believe a more conscious world is a kinder and wiser world (to borrow a Sounds True tag line), I believe that we can evolve beyond the kind of atrocities that I have talked about in here, and beyond the insidious day to day reactions to the petty disagreements or comments or actions of other people around us.

Do you need to have unified beliefs to be able to really listen? No, but I believe you do need to have clear sight of your authentic self and feel safe and comfortable in your own skin in order to truly see the perspective of another.

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When the kids and I first met the character Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano in Rick Riordan’s Heroes of Olympus series, it was the observation of her by another character that really struck me, because it could have been someone describing me for most of my life:

“Annabeth recognised something else in her face too – in the hard set of her mouth and the deliberate way she raised her chin like she was ready to accept any challenge. Reyna was forcing a look of courage while holding back a mixture of hopefulness and worry and fear that she couldn’t show in public.”

Later, in the Trials of Apollo series, she reflects, as I have reflected in recent years:

“My whole life I’ve been living with other people’s expectations of who and what I‘m supposed to be...But you showed me how ridiculous the whole situation was. That’s what healed my heart, being able to laugh at myself again, at my stupid ideas about destiny and fate...That allowed me to break free. I don’t need to wear anybody else’s label. I need time to just be me, to find out who I am.”

As I have been on this journey to me, I have uncovered quite a few self destructive beliefs that have been lurking in the shadows of my mind, driving my thoughts and actions like a hidden force,

When I get triggered about something in my life, I take this as a signal to explore those hidden beliefs and bring them into the light of day for a good shake down.

This week I retuned to do some work using Brandon’s Bays Emotional Journey process when I could feel myself getting irritated by a sense of giving too much to others.

What I discovered in the process is that giving too much stems, for me, from this subconscious idea I’m not enough. My true state is actually receptivity, openness and warmth and the guidance (that came from a deeper part of myself) was to remember I am not the personality or the experiences, but the benefactor of the growth that arises out of those.

In fact, the wisest part of me said “You are love itself and there’s always enough love, in fact that’s all there is.”

Another aspect of my hidden belief structure that I had been experiencing lately was a sense of feeling under-valued, unseen and under-used in my gifts and capacities. What I uncovered in the process is my true nature, which is radiance, standing in my own power. I can choose to combat and play small, or compassion to play big; to see others as comrades not combatants.

In this scenario the wisest part of me said “Be expansive. There are many things that you know you know, live those.” I understood that I must have compassion for myself and others to grow beyond this unhelpful belief pattern.

I have also been reading another beautiful (fictional) book by Anthony Doerr called All the Light We Cannot See that weaves together the backdrop of the lives of a young orphaned German boy who was eventually drafted into the Hitler Youth at the age of twelve or thirteen, and a young blind girl who lives in France with her widowed father.

The story slowly wraps its way towards a point in which they briefly meet in occupied France just before liberation. It then continues to unfold into the years following the war into the present day, demonstrating how those events became so interwoven into the lives of the sister of the German soldier (who did not survive) and the French girl (who lived to a ripe old age) and her family.

It was nothing sort of tragic, as I am sure it must truly be for anyone directly touched by the ravages of war, regardless of side there appears to emerge only tortured souls. In this I felt the utmost compassion and the sense that these two enemies were kindred spirits who had found themselves wrapped up in circumstances beyond their control.

While I’m not wading in that extreme of life, I certainly find myself unconsciously creating us and them scenarios, both in my personal life and as I look out into the world.

For a completely different kind of example, I’ll use the recent Harry and Meghan interview with Oprah. This sort of hyped razzmatazz is not my usual fodder, I don’t tend to actively follow any kind of current affairs or news, but I'm like a little meerkat who pops my head above ground every now and then to get a gauge on what's going on out in the magical mist called the media.

Growing up in the UK in the 1970’s and 1980’s, Charles and Diana's wedding, the births of their sons and Diana's death, were all moments I remember well because of the vast media storm that accompanied them. Not least I recall the haunted faces of the two young boys made to walk behind their mother’s casket in the funeral procession.

All I know of Harry and Meghan is what the media lines have fed us for last few years, which my dad aptly summed up after he exclaimed “You watched the interview!” by words like self serving, egotistical and manipulative.

That's exactly why I listened to it, I like to hear and see people speak directly because it gives me a much better gauge on what is going on than a third party account.

I had also read a book by one of my favourite fictional authors, Lucinda Riley, a year or so ago that was based around the British royal family and a huge cover up that stemmed back decades to the early part of the twentieth century. It was all about the 'old firm' and the security services that surround the family.

While it was a captivating story, the most interesting aspect lay not in the fiction but the facts around the book finally reaching print.  

As a young author she had much interest in the book when it was first written. It even had a publishing deal but the deal got withdrawn and all doors were closed. It is only several decades later and after the successful publication of later books, it finally reached print.  I'm guessing the fiction was too close to the truth.

This idea of the velvet curtain has always intrigued me. So I found Harry in particular interesting in the interview, although Meghan I think was better able to explain how it works.

It gave me pause as I thought about what it must be like to be born into that machine, to not know a world any different.

Now what is their agenda? Well that's an all-sided question. Certainly I start with the media who have had some very strong opinions on Ms Markle. I don't know her from Adam, and she could be a sociopathic narcissist for all I know, but I wanted to hear her voice. And she made some very interesting points.

As for Oprah, I like her. Does she have her own agenda? Sure. Don't we all? The only thing I felt about Oprah's interviewing was that it missed something quite key. While she fully explored the racist component about why little Archie wouldn't become a Prince, it missed completely exploring the idea that it could be because she was a divorcee, something that has caused so many issues within the royals.

That said, does it serve the needs of our society to dismantle white supremacy and white privilege, absolutely.

While talking about it with family and friends afterwards reminded me of the kind of polarisation I looked at in The Internal Shift You Need to Help Solve the Social Dilemma, it was, I felt, probably one of the most true-to-life looks behind the velvet curtain that I've ever had, even if (like everything in life) it was serving multiple agendas. I understand my call to watch it was an extra layer of my learning around compassion at the moment.

In every crevice I am finding compassion; from the echoes of the ravages of war, through to something as distant to me as the media swirl surrounding royals, and as personal as those deep shadows etched on my own soul. The message is clear, embrace compassion over combat and step into your true power.

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I was listening to an interview with Amy Scher this week, author of How to Heal Yourself When No One Else Can, and while her experiences and conclusions were so familiar to me she reframed them in a way that I hadn’t considered before.

In talking about her experiences in healing herself from an autoimmune disease, which she was unable to do until she started looking beyond the physical landscape at her inner world, she said “I sometimes feel like there’s missing piece we’re not talking about, which is the greatest fear that we have is the fear of being who we really are.”

Interestingly, as I am finishing off a dive into the world of narcissistic traits, a description Wendy Behary gave as representative of a childhood in Disarming the Narcissist also caught my attention:

“The most popular proposal for the typical origins of narcissism is that the child grew up feeling conditionally loved, meaning that love was based upon performance.

This could come about through a number of scenarios. One might be where the child was criticised by one parent, who made them feel that whatever they did was not really good enough, whereas the other parent may then have doted on, overprotected or used them as a surrogate spouse.

The end result is a child not loved for who he or she was, not guided nor encouraged in the discovery of their true inclinations, never held in the arms of a caregiver who would make them feel completely safe and unquestionable cherished.”

Whether narcissistic traits or people pleasing ones like those I developed, I suspect they all come from conditional love in childhood.

Over the years, with deliberate inquiry, I’ve started to make the links and connections back to those childhood perceptions I had about the need to defend my position, the need to be perfect, the guilt and blame I felt when things went wrong.

Being triggered is a regular occurrence for me. I still take far too much upon my shoulders.

There are times when I find myself longing for acceptance, validation, recognition of who I am, what I need, feel and achieve. There is a longing for support and connection, a need to feel safe to be vulnerable.

All of that is grounded in fear, a fear of putting the real me, the one who was berated as a child, out there to get hurt.

When I watched a SuperSoul Session with Oprah and Gary Zukov a couple of years ago, he made a statement that has stayed with me “Authentic power is the ability to distinguish within you the difference between love and fear, and choose love no matter what it happening inside of you or outside of you.”

This has helped me realise that in order to fully express who I am there is a need to be vulnerable. I have to take responsibility for who I am being, how I am limiting myself and what I am receiving in this world, because I am not a helpless child anymore, I am an adult who can make different choices.
 
As Amy Scher described when asked how she responds to people who bristle at the idea that our thoughts, beliefs and emotions affect our physical landscape:
 
“I had doctors who asked Are you under stress? And I was even mad at them for that. There was nothing worse for me than something being my fault. In fact I spent so much of my life not wanting anything to be my fault that one day I just decided to play devil’s advocate and thought What if it is my fault? What if I did unconsciously in some way play some part in the manifestation of my illness?”
 
And the conclusion it led her to, I think, is really powerful:
 
“What does that say about me except I’m human? And when I surrendered to the idea that in some shape or form I could have contributed to where I was, I stopped resisting and bristling against the thing that could help me.
 
I discovered that some of the patterns in my life were crushing my spirit, and when a spirit is crushed it has an effect on the physical body. And interestingly, some of those patterns come back to the fear of it being my fault. I was a people pleaser, I didn’t like anyone to be upset and I was a perfectionist. I had completely irrational expectations of myself.”
 
What she goes on to say, I have profoundly felt the truth of in my own life too:
 
“I lived in deep fear of being who I really was. So I had started to contract myself and by contracting who I am, I contracted my body, my energy systems and my emotions.”
 
I didn’t think of it as being in fear of being me, I just saw it as being a good person, the good girl, the good member of society I’d been taught to be. I had learned to feel comfortable in the discomfort of that skin, never really looking at those parts of me that I’d disowned or suppressed.
 
When I look back at, say, the panic attacks I had in my early twenties, I can relate to this idea of bristling when a doctor asks about stress. I took pride in being strong and resilient. But if I am honest, I can see in retrospect that I was not in a good place, I’d been through a painful breakup, and I believed I was unworthy of the kind of love I longed for.
 
With the benefit of hindsight, as scary as it to be vulnerable, I can definitely attest it’s far better than a life half lived, always hiding what I’d really rather say, do or be – even from myself at times. That is why I decided on the journey to me, to take each of these things that show up as less than desirable in my life, or that really trigger me, and to take the time to make the connections with the ways in which old thought patterns might still be at play.

Once I identify the patterns, bringing them into the light of conscious awareness, I work on them in many ways, shapes and forms as I talk about in Want More Energy, Clarity and Time?

What about you? What was it like growing up in your home? What were the expectations and values? What was it you had to work hard to maintain? In what ways have some of those things possibly shown up in your life to your detriment? How did you promise to yourself you’d be different if you have kids? Is it time to overcome your greatest fear and embrace who you truly are?

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“For Presence to become deeply rooted, it must be tested in the fire of relationships.” Eckhart Tolle

I really have relished this lesson, more now that I am finally getting more successful at achieving it as opposed to when I’m in the midst of the fire. It’s been a bumpy road that was fraught with suppressing my feelings at times, inappropriately expressing them at others and generally leaving trail of carnage either in my inner or outer world depending on how I had dealt with situations.

Listening to Wendy Behary talk to therapists on how to deal with clients who exhibit narcissistic traits this week, I realised that her advice summed up well what I have learned in general about speaking my truth, to anyone.

She talks about developing the ability to stand your own ground with a firm, steady posture and an attitude of “I see you. I know you. I know what you are up to”, rather than a defensive one. She describes the aim as:

To be able to state your truth, be real, in a calm, clear way. And to recognise and connect with that part of yourself that stands to get angry or hurt, feel threatened or incompetent, and to get it out of the room.

That is the bit I used to have real trouble with. I had a pattern of getting triggered and acting from that provoked part of me, rather than taking the time to observe what about what had happened/was happening that was actually triggering me. It wasn’t until I took the time to go deeper, make the links, and deal with my life story that I started to make progress.

I did relate to one case study she shared of a woman who didn’t feel sure of herself. The lady had been brought up to believe she had to forfeit her needs for the needs of others and, if she expressed her opinion, she was at risk of being humiliated or abandoned.

The client did her work to repair the internal damage and re-parent herself to reinstate the bright, capable being that she was. She was able to get to a point of not being so frightened of losing her husband that she was able to choose him. And once she was able to become more secure in her choices, she became more vocal in expressing her needs.

When I am dealing with interpersonal difficulty I always go back to the Teal Swan’s article on Attunement. She points out, “We learn attunement by virtue of other people being attuned to us. Ask yourself the following questions:

• Do I feel like my parents understood me when I was little, or even tried to understand me?
• Did they see into me and feel into me and have empathy for me and adjust their behaviour accordingly or not?
• Did they acknowledge how I felt or did they invalidate it, telling me I shouldn’t feel that way?
• How did my parents treat me when I was cranky, frightened or upset?”

I would imagine as most people read this, they would recognise the lack of attunement in their own childhood, for being seen and not heard and do as I say not as I do have been predominant tenets of parenting for a long long time. Thus, as Teal also points out, dysfunctional relationships are the norm, not the exception.

She says “when our parents were not attuned to us, we went one of two ways to cope with the terror of the experience. We either learned that our survival depended on:
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1. disconnecting from them and retreating into a narcissistic bubble where all that was real and all that mattered was our individual experience. Or
2. being hyper attuned to the people in our lives so that we could perceive them, anticipate their behaviour and make adjustments to our behaviour accordingly in order to avoid harm.”

I certainly feel the truth of this in my own life, in hindsight I can see I became hyper vigilant to others’ feelings and co-dependent in my relationships. It’s no surprise that each of these coping styles tends to attract its opposite and – while one is good at taking care of everyone else’s needs - neither is actually good at recognising and taking care of their own.

Fighting is just one outcome when I am not attuned to my needs and able to be fully present, what is really happening underneath is a reaction to unconscious memories of those early years, my physiology goes into flight-or-fight mode. As Bessel Van Der Kolk relates in his book The Body Keeps The Score the goal is really self regulation.

It is probably no coincidence that, as I listened to some stories from people around me in the last few days, I began to see how these dynamics play out in all sorts of ways, big and small. I could also see how each of these scenarios could improve hugely by just one of the party’s taking Wendy’s approach.

One man was telling me about the dynamics between his wife, who is a teacher aide specifically hired for her skills in dealing with neuro-diverse kids in the classroom, and the class teacher. The teacher appears to take a very black and white approach and expects the aide to get the disruptive children to behave like every other child.

Knowing a little about the common neuro-diversities seen in classrooms (meaning autism, dyslexia, attention deficit, hyperactivity and so forth), I know a one-size-fits-all approach simply doesn’t work, we didn’t all come out a cookie cutter machine. However, it’s possible the teacher was parented in that way and so it has become her modus operandi and her safe place.

Meanwhile, the teacher aide is well attuned to the diversity she is experiencing in the children and adapts her approach to each child, often – in this case – having to act as a buffer between teacher and pupil. I can only imagine the relationship is rather strained, especially since the teacher apparently sees herself as the person who dictates what happens in her classroom.

So this man was relating to me his wife’s frustration and the interactions that have occurred between her and the teacher, sounding not unlike Wendy’s case study of the woman who was afraid of losing her husband, only in this example it’s a job at stake.

I imagined if his wife were able to approach the teacher with a firm, steady posture and an attitude of “I see you” rather than a defensive one. If she could learn how to be able to state her truth, be real, in a calm, clear way. And to recognise and connect with that part of herself that stands to get angry or get hurt, feel threatened, or incompetent, and to get it out of the room.

I imagine her calmly telling the teacher after lesson how keen she’s sure her little pupil is to learn from the teacher, but how humiliated he had felt when the teacher shamed him for being late, which was the fault of the parent, and further punished him by not allowing him to participate fully in the game the class were playing.

The teacher would no doubt have leap to her own defence, and perhaps started to lash out verbally at the teacher aide, but I could imagine the aide standing her ground calmly and saying “Well, that’s the way I saw it” and leaving the class, no argument, no defence. “Gosh, I thought, what a difference that would make”. It might not change the teacher’s entire behaviour, but I’ll bet she would be more cautious the next time a pupil was late.

Then there was one of our neighbour’s sons who was sitting out in his car at 11.30 at night beeping his horn randomly. He is a teenage boy on the brink of passing his driver’s test, no doubt longing for the freedom of the road. While another neighbour went out, understandably angry, I could imagine myself getting in the passenger seat instead and having a chat about life, I feel like his beeping horn was an outward expression of some bottled up things spilling over.

And, in my own world, I have talked before about the dynamic in my own relationship and how that has improved by learning to stand more calmly in my truth.

But in another realm of my interpersonal relationships there was an issue that came up over the school fair. Only a couple of years ago the school fair was something I couldn’t even think about without getting highly triggered.

Thankfully, after the work I had done to break that cycle of instant anger that arose in me every time I felt like someone was stepping over my boundaries, which usually escalated to some call to arms on behalf of a bigger cause, I was able to calmly articulate how an intended approach was making me feel. This resulted in a genuine interest in my insights rather than a wall of silence, a standoff or a dust cloud from people running in the opposite direction.

What is it that has to happen to allow you to state your truth, be real, in a calm, clear way? And to recognise and connect with that part of yourself that stands to get angry or get hurt, feel threatened, or incompetent, and to get it out of the room? Will you take the time to go deeper, make the links, and deal with your life story so you can start to make progress?

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He arrived home, like a great gust of forceful energy sweeping in the door. “Where is the charger?” he snaps. “You’ve packed the charger when I need it?”

We were going on holiday, I had been packing while my partner had gone to work for the morning, we were leaving in under an hour. I’ve left out some expletives, but suffice to say it was a tirade that was neither respectful nor even rational far less loving.

It’s the kind of thing that happens under stress and, in similar scenarios, in the past I’d have felt the sharp edges of it like a personal sting and lashed out in defence – particularly if I was also under stress. And let’s be honest, life can be stressful.

But I feel like I’ve awoken from a long sleep. Instead of being locked in a cycle of anger and resentment, I’m now able to be an observer more of the time. What I observe can sometimes makes me think “Really? I’ve been putting up with this?”, but on the other hand, I am no stranger to poor behaviour.

Being hyper attuned to others feelings, I have tended to suppress my own until they all spill over and unleash in more of a volcanic reaction. I can be loud; when I was growing up, a parent from a rival swim team once asked my mum if she fed me on raw meat, such was the strength of my voice in leading our team’s chant. When I open my mouth to refute something the indignance in my voice carries force.

The times I have reacted angrily have rarely been in proportion to what has actually happened. It is more like my reaction to the sum of every similar experience I’ve ever had, remembered in mind and body. And it’s fair to say I had never moved far past my teenage rebellion towards the things in my upbringing that constrained me, I just became more refined in how I expressed it.

The term nature versus nurture is commonly used to describe who we were born as (our essential nature) versus who we become (the reaction to the sum of our experiences). Personally I suggest that developmental trauma is probably a more accurate description than nurture.

I certainly come from a time in society where children were to be moulded rather than nurtured to blossom into our full potential. Little was understood about subjects such as secure attachment and attunement, only now am I seeing more discussion about this in the psychology fields. It seems like the general approach to parenting is slowly changing, but there is lack of good education and role modelling.

I heard a description by, I think, the internationally renound family therapist Terry Real, that states the journey of our psyche from the wounded child to adaptive adult (the ‘grown’ rebellious teen also known, in my view, as most adults on the planet today) to the integrated adult, one who learns to take all prior experiences and integrates them in a healthy way.

That has really been the foundation of the journey to me. To give an example I’ll turn again to my favourite document by Claire Zammit and Katherine Woodward Thomas on the self limiting thought patterns people tend to have and the associated gifts those are pointing to.

As a child I felt pretty powerless. I had to do what mum and dad said, let’s face it, they held all the cards. In reaction to that powerlessness I’d aspire to be the leader rather than the follower in life, and I had a hard time being vulnerable, rarely letting people know what I needed.

I’d present myself to others as though I had it all together and didn’t need them for anything, put up an invisible shield against hearing the whole truth, covertly letting others know I only wanted to hear positive feedback, and usually failed to have other powerful people in my life with permission to coach me.

This meant others would not perceive me as having problems or needs, they may have experienced me as unteachable at times and may have had a hard time contributing to me because I already seemed to know everything.

So I’ve had to find the kind of role models I aspired to, and learned to listen deeply to the wisdom of others. I’ve had learn to hold power alongside equally powerful peers, to simply say “I don’t know” and stay open to new possibilities,  and am learning to tolerate uncertainly as one of the most powerful places to be standing.

According to Zammit and Thomas, one of the gifts of having believed I was powerless, and having acted so independently in order to gain a sense of power, is the potential to hold a tremendous amount of power in the field and have the ability to lead others to unprecedented levels of their own empowerment.

The deeper truths, that I recognise, are that I love to learn and everyone has something valuable to teach me, and I am here to serve the full empowerment of others.

So when it comes to hearing something these days from a loved one that is less than loving, less than respectful, and devoid of appreciation, I am able to observe rather than react angrily. I can do this because I have done the work to both become aware of the self defeating beliefs that were invisibly shaping my life and have reshaped these beliefs based on the reality of my life today.

That does not mean I should allow someone to treat me in a demeaning manner, I teach people how to treat me by what I do and don’t accept. But because I can observe what is going on in a more objective way, I am now generally able to talk to my partner – or whoever happens to be the perpetrator - about these little outbursts in a way he can hear me, and he tends then to adjust his approach.

He is not deliberately acting that way to demean me; he is acting that way to gain power because of his own invisible and unhelpful belief patterns. We each have our own work to do.

While my work is not done, I feel well on my way and – more importantly – I have uncovered many ways and methods to help me and others. Instead of lapsing into an angry or depressive state I have learned to welcome these blots on the landscape of my day as they are there to show me the way home to a more expanded version of myself.

​Is it possible you harbour learned but invisible beliefs about yourself and your life that could be holding you back? Are you willing to look at them in order to receive the love, appreciation and respect you deserve? I hope so, because that expanded version of you is the one you’ve been waiting for, and the one our world needs.

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Eckhart Tolle, a master teacher on the concept of presence, said “Stress is caused by being here but wanting to be there”. I can relate to this.

When I was at the chiropractor, I asked her what she had noticed in my body this week and she said “It was twisted, it easily untwisted but it was twisted none the less (in my usual left hip to right shoulder pattern) – like you are being pulled in this direction and that direction”.

As soon as she said it I pictured a tug-of-war, rather like Dr Dolittle’s fictional Pushmi-Pullyu animal being pulled in different directions. It made absolute sense to me because it’s how I feel when the family are all at home and I have things I need to do, yet they are clamouring for my attention.

Of course, here in the southern hemisphere, it is school summer holidays, but this year – with so many lockdowns in process – I am sure there are many parents around the world contending with the same issues and on more intense levels.

For my kids I’ve found there is balance needed between planned activities and having enough downtime in order for boredom to kick in.

School takes care of much (often unwanted) planned activity during term time, but during holidays that falls more to me. Though as the kids get older they obviously have more of their own ideas and plans, which can bring about a whole other level of conflict and logistics to manage.

Another of my favourite Eckhart quotes is “Stillness is where creativity and solutions to problems are found”, it has also always been the place in which I am most in touch with my own thoughts and feelings, my sense of self, which is something I desire for my kids also.

When boredom kicks in for the kids, though, I both relish and dread it.

I dread it because it is a temporarily painful experience for me, they start to complain and pick fights with each other, looking towards me as a beacon of hope to solve their boredom and their conflicts. However, I have found that it is often wiser if I avoid doing either, and simply give them each some positive attention before turning my own attention back to whatever I was doing.

But I also relish their boredom because, once they get over this hump – which they do (and they do a lot quicker without devices on the scene), I see the magic of their creativity come to life.

This used to create other issues as, when they were younger, it often involved turning our lounge into some fantastical kingdom, which could look like someone had taken the contents of our cupboards, strewn them over the floor and then stirred with a big spoon. However, as they get older, they get better at tidying up with less intervention.

Then, of course, there are the other things that need to happen, like clothes being washed, food purchased, meals prepared, alongside the support I provide to my partner in his business. And because none of this really floats my boat I heed Annette Noontil’s advice:

“It is best not to do more than 50% for people because it takes away their opportunity to learn and grow. If you have to do 100% for someone make sure you are learning something for yourself from this opportunity.”

Which is why I make it a priority to type these posts each week, it’s my time to really sit down and take in what lessons are presenting themselves.

So when I ponder on what I really need to know when I feel pulled in these different directions, here is my take out:

• I have a tendency towards people pleasing, and the fact I feel pulled in different directions is a signpost to relook at the lessons I’ve learned about what being hyper attuned to others’ needs and feelings has taught me, including defining and asserting my personal boundaries.
• No one will respect my needs and desires unless I prioritise them; I teach others how to treat me.
• In my situation, no one is going to die if I don’t get the balance right between doing too much or too little. But the fact I’m feeling so torn probably means I would more likely benefit from doing less; my expectations of myself are too high.
• Nothing needs to be perfect, whether I get it right or wrong for me, the kids and/or my partner, there are always going to be things I can learn and grow from, so either way I’ll get where I want to go. As my gran always said “What’s for you won’t go by you.”
• Be present to whatever is happening in the moment. Even in the process of typing this up, I’ve had to press pause a number of times and switch my attention to conversations with the kids and with my partner and each interruption provided an opportunity for connection with people I love.

With humanity experiencing so much turmoil right now, I imagine many people feel pulled in different directions. What is your life trying to teach you? What do you need to know right now to feel less torn and more present?

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I asked my young niece how she would describe love without using the word love and she responded “it is what you feel for someone who is important in your life and the person/people who you would always want to be around until the very end”.

Aside of being my favourite answer to this question so far, it also made me look at the people I love in my life through new lenses, are these people I want in my life until the very end? Thankfully yes. But there have been times in the past when I’d have said no to that question and, inevitably, these people are no longer in my life, which is why it feels like a good litmus test for me.

But I can’t think about love without thinking about emotional entanglement. At the core of my discoveries about life, is this notion that as I was born into a family with a mother and father who – probably like most parents – loved me and wanted a good life for me, but that meant moulding my behaviours and my thinking, even my feelings, so that I fit in with what they and society expected from me.

Let me give you an example. Just today I watched a little boy (he was about one-year-old) and his brother (who was perhaps around three-years-old), playing with a ball. The infant boy clearly wanted the ball all to himself and got very upset every time the older boy went near it.

The kids were split up, neither allowed to play with the ball, and while the older one was clearly upset, the younger one was totally beside himself. This is a great saying as it reflects extremely well what is usually going on in the physical body; the consciousness is no longer at home. He was crying, loudly, clearly distraught, now well away from the ball and the parent was sternly telling him “no” over and over.

But what does “no” mean in a situation like that? If I project myself into a one year old’s psyche, completely devoid of rational thought, this would hold limited meaning beyond my parent’s disapproval. Of what? Of me. Does it mean I am wrong to be this upset? I can’t help feeling the way I feel. Am I not allowed to feel the way I feel? How the heck do I reign in such huge, overwhelming feelings?

As to questions about whether I’m not supposed to be acting this way, showing how upset I am or embarrassing my parents, or not being selfish with the ball, that is way beyond the realms of my young mind, way way beyond. I just need this adult to be able to handle the totality of who I am and all my feelings, if he can’t, how can I?

But the adult can’t or won’t and, since I depend on him to feed me and look after me, I have to take that part of me that is really upset and shove it deep deep down inside – over and over until I learn to suppress my true feelings with such ease I no longer even identify with them.

So then I grow up and my friend watches someone blatantly step in front of me in a line and I say nothing, even though that person then takes the last – say, soda – that I really wanted. My friend can’t believe I never said anything. I am annoyed of course, but I don’t want to create a scene, it feels wrong and, frankly, a bit scary.

My own kids are a bit older but still at an age where they are dependent on my partner and me for their survival needs, and there have been many moments when I’ve been on the parent’s side of that kind of example, and many moments that I too have not acted the way my kids would have liked me to.

Of course, they couldn’t tell me that, they could only express their big emotions which left me feeling turned inside out, in a tug of war between the child-part of myself that learned to suppress such feelings (and would not have dared embarrass my parents like that in public because it would have had consequences) and this other part of me that wanted to figure out how to let my kids express themselves authentically.

This meant my kids’ experience of me was rather schizophrenic, until I was able to learn new ways to deal with situations like that - both inside and out- more consistently. Generally now, if my kids get upset, I simply acknowledge how they are feeling and how I would probably feel like that in their shoes, it’s amazing how it takes the resistance and momentum out of a situation and calms things down.

Yesterday we visited a park with lots of families around and, aside of being grateful for our relative freedoms here in New Zealand, I watched with interest as children universally mirrored their parents, for better or worse. I could envision fast forwarding twenty years and many of those children rejecting the many parts of themselves that mimicked their parents, and their parents before them.

I find myself thinking “These kids take their cues from us, and we are just screwed up kids in adult bodies, they deserve better. Some wear their broken parts more obviously than others.”

In fact, my daughter asked me today who I liked better when I was growing up, my mum or dad. In the not too distant past I would have avoided answering that, out of some sense of misguided loyalty or fear of creating a rift in their relationship with a family member.

Instead I gave an honest answer and I was very clear that my preference was based on my cumulative experiences of kindness versus harshness.

There is another emotional entanglement when it comes to love. Should love be easy or hard? I think perhaps love it easy when it reflects the authentic part of me. But given I spent most of my life walking around in a skin made from experiences such as the one I described above, I did not spend most of my life projecting the authentic me into the world.

Whether my relationships have been easy or hard, they have all reflected back to me what I did or did not want, and therefore have been enormously helpful in pointing the way towards reclaiming the real me.

I am both the injured person and the person beneath the injury after all, and that does not mean I should stay in a relationship because I can see a person’s potential.

Within my relationship with my partner, after our kids came along we got to a point where we didn’t know if we even loved each other anymore. We were mirroring so many parts of our entangled childhood selves and experiences – parts we had denied, suppressed and disowned. And because we loved ourselves enough, and chose our family over going separate ways, we worked on changing who we each are – the less tangled versions.

It reminds me of a Viktor Frankl quote I heard this week “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” He goes on to say “When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”

In my case, while I could have changed my relationship status, I have been in enough relationships to see certain thought, emotional and behavioural patterns recurring, and there came that time to look in the mirror and be honest about what I was contributing that was creating those patterns.

So is love an adjective or verb? It’s both a feeling and a action. But because of these entanglements from childhood, until I figured out who I really am and connected with others from that place, it kept creating entanglements in adulthood.

When my niece then asked “So, Auntie Shona, how would you describe love without using the word love?” it gave me pause. I like her definition, especially when I think about all these entanglements created by parts of myself I’d denied, disowned or suppressed; I wouldn’t have wanted to be with that version of me to the very end, I really didn’t love myself enough.

But I also think of love as being our natural state, when things really hum, life happens with ease and I feel good. When I am not in that state it’s a calling card to become aware of what’s actually triggering me, who I truly am, and own it and appreciate it and put it out there.

So just how important is your definition of love? Regardless of what your experiences have been to this point in your life, we each have the opportunity to experience more love in our lives, starting with the way we feel about ourselves.

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As I write this, three years have passed to the day since my mother died. I’d like to tell you this article is about her, but it’s not, grief is about the ones left behind. Being the anniversary of her death, I have relived it many times.

It truly was the worst of times. After months of waking up to hear the latest progress and prognosis from the other side of the world, my waking hours filled with thoughts of what I could offer that would help inspire or sooth, I’d finally flown over to say goodbye the month before she died. It was the first time she was ready to admit she might not make it to December when I would arrive with my partner and our kids.

So I left my two young children in the hands of their other grandmother and their father, and flew there and back in five days, it was all I felt I could allow myself away from the children. In those five days, between the jetlag and the intensity of the reason for the trip, I think I only slept a handful of hours.

But I had my time with mum, who by then was a shadow of her former self; skeletal. Her muscles were so wasted away that her last efforts to walk were more a feat of will, balancing the top half of her body on her hip bones while she put one foot in front of the other.

And I watched with morbid fascination every time she spoke. Her face no longer had any proper muscular substance, her jaw would move in a strange motion, more like a skull clattering open and closed, which totally changed the way she formed and spoke words.

After saying our goodbyes, I arrived back in the same country a month later, this time with my partner and children. She died in the early hours the night after her grandchildren all met for the first time, something she had longed to see, yet she was bed-bound hundreds of miles away, having only had brief lucid moments in those last weeks as her body was in the final throws of shutting down completely.

The next day my brother and I drove those hundreds of miles and back again to spend a few hours with my father. And later in the week I drove those miles again with my kids and partner so we could spend a few weeks near my dad and help where possible.

It was a trip to the other side of the world with young children and, while they were upset and overwhelmed, there was also the practical side of needing to fill our days somehow. So we took trips to many of the places of my childhood and then we would head back to dad’s so we could all eat together and I could help pack away mum’s personal belongings and ponder the awfulness of the situation, as life carried on cruelly without her.

Frankly, it was an out-of-body experience. I was there, but my tank was running on empty. The emotional and physical horror of it all took its toll, and I’m sure it was no coincidence my first kidney stone occurred within a few weeks of arriving back home.

Needless to say the three years since have been challenging. That is no surprise I guess when the person who birthed me into this world, and who loved me and shaped me in so many ways, has died. The challenges have not so much been around accepting her death, with a degenerative illness much of that acceptance slowly occurred before her actual passing, it’s more been about facing many of my own shadows.

My mum was, beyond doubt, the single biggest influence of who I became in this world. She played her part beautifully, because I had little idea of who I truly was, what I really believed and wanted and needed beyond what I’d been taught. I don’t mean that facetiously.

Sure, I would be lying if I said there weren’t times in my life I resented my mother, but I never doubted her love nor her intentions. She did her best and was – like all of us –a product of her own life circumstances, parenting in a way that was good in its intention and (as is common) ignorant of the unhelpful beliefs and patterns that shaped who she was and how she shaped me.

When my own kids were born, I had a burning desire to allow them to become who they are, to treat them as a flower that needs nourished and watch in wonder as it grows and emerges, rather than a piece of clay in need of moulding.

Despite my own good intentions, I’m also aware my own kids will have their own issues. This isn’t about me becoming the perfect mum; it’s about me becoming who I intended to be in this life. My mum did not deter me from that; in fact she was the perfect one to help me.

Without feeling an acute lack of not knowing myself, I’d never have felt such a strong desire to get to know me. And in learning how to come home to myself, I now have a wealth of experience, knowledge and a service to fulfill, to help others who are searching for the same. 

In those first years of my children’s lives, the last of my mother’s, I became acutely aware that I had choices to make about who I was being - particularly when my mother was around, which was the real litmus test. Each year my parents would make the trip across the world to see us, and – being such a distance – would stay with us for a prolonged period.

There were certainly battles. As I’ve said before, while I learned early on to hyper attune to others’ needs, there was also a strong voice within me, and so I’d live in this state of speaking my truth in defiance but feeling like a twisted car wreck inside. I spoke my truth at the cost of high anxiety, often in anger, and then frequently compromised out of guilt.

I let go of judging my mum, she was a survivor and I loved her very much. I am grateful that those intense visits brought opportunities for me to finally look her in the eyes and say “I’m doing it my way” and “I love you”.

Before she died a lot of my journey was about discovering the true nature of life and who I am, something on which we did not see eye to eye. Through my experiences, I have come to have very different beliefs from my parents, but I had no doubt they still loved me as I said in Coming Out – Psychically Speaking. That said, I was still looking for their endorsement.

I realised if I wasn’t happy with my life then I had no one to blame but myself. I have spent far longer as an adult making my own decisions than I did as a dependent child. So when I’d get triggered about things in my life I would – and still do – take a good look at what is going on beneath the surface.

There were a lot of beliefs lurking there that really weren’t serving me; this is shadow work (but is called many other things).

As I look back, I really wonder why it took me so long to begin. There was so much time and energy wasted blaming and resenting. However, like grief itself, I also trust it was part of a process. If I’d acted more quickly many of those patterns might not have been as obvious, over time they played out in all the arenas of my life, triggering the same feelings of anger, disappointment, anxiety, rejection etc over and over again.

So many unhelpful beliefs lurked: “I’m selfish”, “I’m a disappointment”, “I don’t belong”, “I’m a burden”, “I’m crazy”, “they are idiots”,” I’m different” and many many more. All of these are rooted in the shame or guilt I felt as a child, and while those were valid fears as a dependent child, they no longer serve me, they are all the opposite of my truth.

Claire Zammit tackles this topic beautifully. She says “When you believe:

• “I’m alone” or “Other people don’t give me what I need” or “Life is sad and lonely”, the underlying lesson is actually “I came to love and be loved and I have the power to create meaningful connections to others.”
• “I’m bad” or “Others are always angry at me” the underlying lesson is actually “I am here to contribute to the evolution and advancement of humankind and I create openings for the flow of life to emerge in new and powerful ways for all.”
•  “I’m not enough” or “Others don’t value me” the underlying lesson is actually “My very existence in and of itself provides extraordinary value.”
• “I’m powerless” or “Other people are incapable and incompetent” or “When others hold power there is less for me” the underlying lesson is actually “I am a powerful leader, here to serve the empowerment of all”.

And so forth.”

But as Belinda Alexander wrote her main character as saying in Mystery Woman “I’ve been afraid for so long I don’t know who I would be without that fear. How could I change that now?”

There are many ways to change the way we look at things and feel about them, and I found different ways worked with different issues. But it has all been a process of unburdening, getting lighter, letting go.

If you are grieving someone who is no longer in your life, whether they have died or not, is it time to figure out who you are in a world with them no longer in it?  For even in grief, maybe especially in grief, there are lessons to be learned.

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Planning who to invite along to an afternoon tea on her birthday, my daughter felt rather crushed when one of her close friends insisted another particular person be invited or she wasn’t going to come. At first my daughter asked me whether we could invite this other person so, as I dug deeper and uncovered the reason, we had a little chat.

I explained that unless she took the risk that her friend might not come, she was going to feel worse on an ongoing basis that she had not spoken her truth and honoured herself. Her truth is that, while she likes this other person, she doesn’t want invite them into her close friendship circle.

Without another word, she picked up the phone, called her friend and told her that she would love to have her come along, but she would not be inviting the other person, it is her birthday and she gets to make that decision. Of course, her friend said she would come along after all.

This is one lesson I wish I had learned myself many decades ago. The fact was not lost on me that it was precisely those early social relationships where I would have started to embed my own way of relating to people outside that immediate family circle.

Instead I was largely codependent in my relationships and had poor personal boundaries, because I was hyper attuned to others’ feelings. I’d learned from the cradle that my best strategy was to anticipate how the people (who were responsible for me) were feeling and adjust my behaviour in order to avoid getting into trouble.

That meant often swallowing my disappointment that how I was feeling had not been considered and then I’d change who I was being in order to fit in. Nowhere was this more obvious than in my personal relationships.

I shared with my daughter how I’d fallen in love when I was younger (in the olden times), and was in a relationship with someone who had ultimately left and broken my heart. I used to idolize him; he was so completely unlike anyone I’d met before.

But, while I enjoyed many aspects of being with him, and was upset for many years after we parted, in truth there were ways in which I didn’t feel honoured. For example, I used to get ready to go out on a Saturday night and be waiting from around 7pm, then he wouldn’t show up until 9pm, and he never used to acknowledge how late it was or apologise for keeping me waiting for hours.

On the other hand, I never used to call him out on it. I remember once his sisters mentioned how awful it was of him to do that, they had noticed it, which made me feel somewhat seen, but I never challenged him on it. More fool me, as my mother would say.

Looking back now, I can see that I was so afraid of losing him, or being seen as less than cool, I never gave him the chance to see and love the true me. That is not to say that he would have, but in the end it didn’t matter anyway.

When we split up, I was devastated and wondered what it was about me I needed to change. I berated myself for being too needy. And I was, I thought I needed him to love and accept me to make me whole, when really I needed to know and love who I am.

Dealing with the things that are unsaid has been my Achilles heel in life. I’m a straight up kind of a person and, because I anticipate others’ feelings, I am usually on the front foot apologizing or explaining. So when I’m caught up in a situation where someone denies, deflects or disowns their behaviour it takes me more than a moment to change gear.

It took me a long time to recognise that pattern with my partner. If something would come up that triggered me, I’d criticize and he would deflect with another criticism and we would go down this rabbit hole of blame that became so out of proportion to the original trigger, we were caught in a spiral of old unhelpful belief patterns.

Thus my adult relationships of every kind have been this intricate and cumbersome tango that have incorporated my own emotional baggage along with that of my friends or partners. There was me simultaneously trying to figure out who I should be in order to be loved and accepted, and at the same time also balking at my own lack of integrity with myself.

Most people may either resonate with my experiences or the opposite extreme; of disconnecting and retreating into a bubble, where all that is real and all that matters is the individual experience. The degree of attunement in infanthood is reason for this, as I talked about in Want to Make the World a Better Place? Tune In .

But as I result, I don’t like to cause damage in my relationships; it feels very unsafe to me. And how to navigate things that trigger me has been one of the hardest patterns to break, moving away from the blame game and into more of an observation mode.

I should confess I am no wallflower. At every step of the way the part of me inside that recognised I was getting trampled upon and carrying too much baggage would protest and I’d lash out in some version of criticism and/or (mostly) restrained anger; with a lot of internal anger and resentment towards myself.

So it is with some relief I’m now at a point in my life that the advice I’ve given to my daughter is the advice I’ve been taking myself in recent years.

After figuring out who I am - what Shona Keachie actually likes and dislikes, needs and desires, and being in loving acceptance of that - the other challenge has been to risk my relationships with others in order to keep integrity with who I am. It has meant some relationships have fallen away, others have deepened, and new ones have appeared.

But the common thread is that I can present myself in relationships without having to wear a mask of some sort, shape shifting to suit the people around me. There is freedom in that, and so much less encumbering than wondering what is wrong with me and why I am not like these other people around me.

Do you know who you truly are? Do you love and accept yourself? Are you willing to risk your relationships more in order to be fully loved for who you are?

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This is a question that came up for me this week, and I will tell you how. But I also thought it was an interesting question to ask given how topical giving and receiving is for many people around the world at this time of year across various cultures.

Of course I am not talking about those horrid itchy socks Auntie sends every year. This is about examining my beliefs so I am open to receive all that is helpful to me on this journey of life.

The question came up when I went to an appointment with a chiropractor I hadn’t seen before. I thought I’d try something new to see if I could get any relief for the tension in my right shoulder that is often there.

I figure that at some point, along my inner journey back to authentic me, I will address the layers that are keeping my shoulder bound. Since there is nothing structurally wrong, it’s more likely related to an unhelpful thought pattern or belief (or multiple layers of unhelpful beliefs).

The chiropractor took one look at me and described what she was seeing: locked up at the pelvis, twisted on my left hand side, and that crosses over in a common pattern of tension up through my right shoulder and neck.

I explained some inner work I had done around my shoulder which revealed some emotional trauma as a baby (having to suck up or rein in my feelings when being weaned onto a rubber teat at two weeks old) and there is some past life memories there that I am aware of relating to being badly beaten for the knowledge I possessed.

This, I guess, made her feel comfortable talking to me on a metaphysical level. She explained her own understanding of the pattern she was seeing. What she told me was that we often receive an imprint of our mother’s nervous system from our time in the womb, and then when we are born our will is usually shaped by the role models around us, so our ideas about masculine and feminine often come from our mother and father, for example.

Metaphysically the left side of the body relates to the feminine and the right side to the masculine. So as she saw my left hip twisted inwards (in a defensive/protective type posture) it’s a physical representation of the feminine blocking the masculine.

The question to ask myself, therefore, is “what do I currently believe about receiving support from the masculine?” and “where am I blocking myself from receiving support?” Knowing, of course that I have aspects of both masculine and feminine within me, and I may be blocking myself from internal support and/or external support that would naturally come to me if I was open to receiving it.

Because I am a writer, I just starting writing out the response. It was fascinating to look at how my beliefs have been shaped through my experiences with my own parents, siblings, partners and other important males like coaches and grandparents.

As I sifted through memories of mum relating to me her opinions and experiences of men, the story of overhearing my uncle’s teenage friends talking about girls, for example, I was aware of little alerts getting flagged in my system. Perhaps I haven’t been as trusting of aspects of masculinity as I would otherwise have been.

I also took a look at the most enlightened and encompassing definition of masculine that I could find, I wanted to know what a fully embodied expression of masculine could look like. Devine masculine represents action, direction, movement, responsibility, strength, focus, fatherhood, the sun, generosity, encouragement, material abundance, clarity, intellect, transformation and growth.

I can certainly see, for example, being the eldest living child in my family, responsibility is something I do well, maybe too well. Maybe I even have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility and don’t always let others take responsibility for themselves. This is especially important for me as my kids grow and I let go.

While there is undoubtedly more support I am blocking myself from receiving, becoming aware of where I’m blocking it is the first step to unblocking it. There are a myriad of way to change the emotional signature of my beliefs by revisiting these early memories, as I talk about in Want More Energy, Clarity and Time? but it all starts of awareness.   

In diving deeper into my associations with the masculine, I also became aware of some of the wonderful support I’ve received from men over the years.

I don’t have many memories of my grandad, he died when I was fourteen, but I do remember him taking my brother and me to feed horses at a local estate. He didn’t have a lot to say, my grandad, but there was a quiet solidity about him, like a space in which I could just safely stand as who I was without judgment of any kind. And his gentle example of feeding the giant horses helped overcome fears I had inherited from my parents’ who were not animal lovers.

There were also my swim coaches, my diving coach and the lovely gentleman who worked with me in the travel centre in one of my student’s jobs. Those guys were in my corner, and my dedication and success was their reward. They were there to show me how to give others a hand up in life, to pass on what I know.

While I feel like I have only just begun my journey of uncovering the helpful and unhelpful beliefs I have around receiving support from the masculine, it also feels like an important perspective to share. In what areas are you blocking yourself from receiving?

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She held up a pair of shoes and asked us to imagine that those shoes belonged to our mother or father. Then she asked us to imagine them on their feet as they are walking towards us. “How do you feel right now? What do you notice in your body?” she asked.

This was a talk on intergenerational trauma by Dr Diane Poole Heller. As I imagined this scenario I found myself getting anxious. I found it such a simple and interesting exercise I later asked my partner the same questions. His response was a feeling of fear, of walking on eggshells.

Our bodies seem nothing short of a miracle of cosmic proportions to me, the more I learn, the more I marvel at this vehicle for my earthy ride that I once referred to as a meat suit. Now I see that it is something beyond sophisticated, a kind of intelligence I can’t even explain.

My body can tell me things my mind can’t compute. That one little exercise about how my body reacts to the sensation of feeling like I have a parent walking towards me tells me a lot about why I have always feared conflict.

I’m often taken back to the standard parting comment from my parents in childhood “be good”. Being good was what was important in society in that era. It is something I’m so conscious of, that I’ve deliberately made my parting shot to my own kids “love you, have fun”.

And while this is a personal reflection, I think it does connect into what’s happening right now in the world around me. Out of interest in what was happening in the US election I watched a short clip of Joe Biden saying that after the election was called it was time to “put the rhetoric of the election behind us and (I’ll paraphrase) reconnect with each other”.

Too little too late given that the crumbling seat of power in Western civilisation appears to be descending into polarised anarchy, exactly the kind of conflict we do want to avoid. This seems yet another example of the kind of rot that sets in as discussed in You See What Happens When Leaders Are Not Grown Up on the Inside.

To call the political trash talk rhetoric is to severely downplay the role it has played in political polarisation, realising too late the violence that has been incited and the extreme importance of leading by example.  

Though, as I said four years ago in The Role of Clinton or Trump in an Evolved World?  political game playing is not for those who want authenticity, it’s not for those who want to understand the world through the eyes of another and it’s not for those who want to truly be part of a world more evolved than this one today.

My view then was, whether it was Clinton or Trump was irrelevant, neither represented an evolved world, both represented a step in nature’s death dance of an era. And so four years on, this death dance is still playing out, but certainly further along the track, hopefully the crescendo.

This is the kind of violent conflict that arises, I believe, because we are taught that disagreement and difference is a bad thing, there is a right and a wrong, instead of their being many personal truths. And so, I think, instead of us being able to confront and explore our personal differences one to one, we become this angry, seething, polarized mass unable to engage in meaningful conversation.

Before I dive into this fear of conflict a bit more on a personal level, I want to really query whether conflict is something I should be afraid of? While the aforementioned escalations make it something more than just undesirable, taking it back to conflict between two people, the words of Abraham Hicks are ringing in my ears about contrast:

“Contrast is anything you don’t like, doesn’t feel good, or causes you to be in a negative mood. Identifying contrast is a useful tool to get clarity on what you don’t want.”

Now while there is always the possibility for conflict that is truly life and death, most conflict I face in my life really is not – and yet my body reacts to it as though it is. For example:

• A friend says something that triggers a negative response within in me,
• My partner does something (or doesn’t do something) that triggers a negative response within me,
• Our kids’ school says something (or omits to say something) that triggers a response within me, it’s an everyday occurrence.

This stuff is all too real, part of my everyday reality, part of yours too I imagine. Like the friend who unintentionally stepped on an emotional landmine in conversation about my daughter’s camp, that I talked about in How to Stop Being Triggered by What Other People Think.

Like the parenting conflict with my partner I mentioned in What I Love About Being With Narcissistic People. And like the lack of explanation at our contactless, drive through pick up system at the kids’ school when all the traffic is backed up and there seems no obvious reason as to why we have been sitting waiting going nowhere for ages.

None of these things were a threat to my survival, but they felt like that from the way my body reacted. I recently had a conversation with some friends about getting triggered, posing the question about whether it was a bad thing or not? I’m of the opinion that it is actually great, because it points me to an opportunity to grow out of old patterns and heal old wounds.

In the moment, though, it does not feel good, far from it. When I’m triggered, the chemicals in my brain want conflict; the pull within me is strong. Just as strong as the opposite feeling of being confronted by someone who is triggered when I’m not, and then I want to get away from conflict; unless I’m also triggered and then the lure is back.

My psyche says “I’m not the powerless little child any more, here I am in the ring, bring it on!” which really is more like an angry teenager than what I’d expect from my adult self.

So what is going on? It’s basically my sympathetic nervous system recognising an old threat pattern and triggering my flight-or-fight response. In childhood, like every child, I was dependent upon my parents for survival. I couldn’t get away from the perceived threat, so my body developed defence patterns.

The most well known patterns are flight, fight and freeze, but psychologists are now recognising more complex variations beyond these. All of which are differing ways we learned to adapt to the stresses and threats in our environments.

By threats, I’m taking more here to the emotional threats of withdrawal of love, of facing shame or guilt for not doing as I was told, or breaking a rule, or being bad in some way. When someone triggers me, my nervous system reacts the way it did when I was a child (and the same can be said for anyone who hasn’t done personal work into unpacking all this, including most of these so called leaders).

So while I know people are generally doing the best they can in any given situation, I’ll admit I - at least momentarily - forget that when I get triggered. There is a narrative in my head about what “they are doing to me” and how it is unfair and I won’t tolerate it.

Of course, I now know this is an old voice that I’m hearing, the powerless child version of myself. Whereas, as an adult, I do have different choices:

“We have to start to re-own pain and befriend it, to consciously practice moving towards it instead of away from it. There was a time we felt we could not eradicate an actual threat so we moved our sights to the secondary threat...pain itself. By association we started to see the pain itself as the threat to our life. In reality, pain is not a threat to us at all, it is a feedback mechanism.” Teal Swan

So essentially, although the scenario has changed, my body still reacts to the same old pain, my wiring fires based on the old well worn patterns.

This year has been an interesting journey in particular, as my partner and I have come into conscious awareness of our mutually unhealthy patterns as recounted in How to Break Free of Addictive Relationship Patterns.

Now in the moment when one of us is triggered, none of this is fun, but this awareness is helping us to break the chain of pain. Instead of being pulled in, it’s more likely now that one of us will walk away, ready to revisit when the other is not so triggered.

Instead of feeling like our relationship has a fatal flaw because we get into conflict, we now see conflict is not the problem; it’s all our old associations with conflict that are the problem. And this is really the point at which we are able to choose to fully grow into our adult potential.

We can stay locked in our childhood patterns forever, as essentially the human race has done for generations, but it’s a game that has no winners. Instead we have each chosen to embark on a journey of unravelling and being deliberate about making different choices, building new pathways in our brain and nervous system.

What makes me afraid of conflict is really seeing what not doing this work does on a large scale. When we embrace the personal conflicts between us as important indicators about who we each are, we can do the personal work needed to mature into conscious awareness and fulfil our true potential. Now that is the world I want to live in, what about you?
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I was watching Eckhart Tolle respond to a question from a 46-year old who had cut contact from his mother three years before because of the relentless criticism she had directed at him over the years. But he had found he was still exhausted with pain, fear and hatred about the whole dynamic.

Eckhart’s response pointed to the mother’s criticism as her conditioned mind playing the same old record over and over, perhaps played by her own mother before her and so on, when there is actually no meaning or significance in it; it’s just the noise of her mind. He felt it makes no difference unless you listen to your own mind telling you it’s dreadfully important that your own mother should understand you.

It’s a rather entertaining video as Eckhart goes on to relate his experience of his own mother, who made it very clear she was unhappy with the choices he’d made in his life. At one point, he was already 45-years old, she said “Oh you could have done so much, you had so many chances, and with your intelligence you could have had done so much, but you threw it away. Oh well let’s not talk about it”.

Of course, as humans we are relationally wired and need validation (which is the recognition and acceptance that our thoughts and feelings are real to us regardless of logic or whether it makes sense to anyone else). But there is a difference between caring what another person thinks and letting our whole self concept ride on it.

As Teal Swan explains “when we are children, validation from our parents helps us feel and express our emotions, develop a secure sense of self, gain confidence, feel more connected to our parents and have better relationships in adulthood. But parents who are concerned with approval and disapproval, right and wrong, punishment and reward, are not concerned with validation. Our parents (in their lack of self awareness) really did a lot of damage and now it is up to us to validate ourselves.”

In my own example this week, about a school camp dilemma, I had two things going on that related to this. One was around whether to seek another opinion about my dilemma, the other was about getting highly triggered by a response when I did.

With my eldest child going off to her first camp I had a few concerns. The biggest concern, I decided, was around her difficult relationship with food. This goes right back to weaning and was reinforced by regular stand off’s at preschool around being made to eat certain foods before being allowed what else was on offer.

I remember arriving to pick her up from kindergarten one afternoon and she was still sitting at the lunch table not having eaten anything; she wasn’t allowed any corn bread until she had eaten her soup.

I wondered if the school camp leader would take a similar approach and had visions of her hardly eating a thing, not getting enough sleep or downtime and, as a result, completely zoning out and getting into strife. Actually I’m underplaying this, I had visions of my daughter regressing a few years, traumatized by the experience and refusing to take parts any future events.

Saying that I also realised this is precisely the kind of experience that could build her resilience. So, my dilemma (knowing that the school have, at times, been fairly unresponsive to parent questions or feedback) was whether to broach this topic beforehand or just pack a three-day supply of sandwiches.

I then wondered about floating my thoughts past a couple of trusted friends, my instinct was not to bother but my mind got the better of me. I started to wonder if I was just being an over protective mum, in short, I started to doubt myself.

This falls beautifully under the umbrella of one of those self-limiting thought patterns I talked about in You Don’t Need to Be Perfect to Make a Breakthrough. The particular thought pattern I’m referring to is “I’m crazy”.

Being a child of the aforementioned approval/disapproval, right/wrong and punishment/reward upbringing, there are many times I don’t trust my own knowing and can be chronically indecisive as a result. There is an ongoing tussle between heart and mind that often sends me into a spin.

I love Claire Zammit and Katherine Woodward Thomas’s whole definition of these self limiting thought patterns. It outlines typical behaviours and how these affect other people (for example, others might be frustrated with me because I can’t make up my own mind, or dismiss my knowing and tell me what I’m perceiving is not real).

It also suggests what my beliefs about others/life might be, skills to cultivate to move beyond that false identity, gifts, deeper truth statements and my true identity. The true identity of someone with a self-limiting “I’m crazy” thought pattern is “I can trust my knowing. I value my capacity for seeing things differently, recognising my perspectives are to the well being of all”.

So having ignored my own knowing I started up a text conversation with my friends. Now, given the amount of inner work I’ve done, I’d say this underlying “I am crazy” was more of a “am I crazy?” beacon emitting to the energy around me looking for its match. As a result, while the main response was supportive, my little doubts invited a reflective wobble.

Now here is the interesting part. Inner me knows that I know, so there was a part of me that was angry at myself for having gone down this road of explaining/defending my thoughts on this issue, which subconsciously triggered a deep and powerful tap root to childhood.

One of my friends unknowingly stepped on the landmine. I’m sure she in no way intended to come across as sanctimonious, but it is how my receiving signals were set in response to the self-limiting transmission my subconscious was making. The feeling within my body in response to her talking about how she would handle it with her child was like being instantly engulfed by the rage of a tsunami.

I literally couldn’t hear any more, my first reaction was to switch off my phone so it could receive no more incoming messages. It was an intense sensation, and it felt dangerous, I felt dangerous, so I held fire and let it wash over. That in itself is a minor miracle, but a necessary step to changing the pattern, to not react and allow myself to fully feel what was happening.

As the rushing sound in my ears began to settle and the ability to reason returned (this was full blown fight or flight and I was ready to fight), I knew that this had little to do with the actual conversation at hand and I immediately jumped to “when did I first feel like this?”

Because I was so triggered into an old trauma state I actually couldn’t get an answer from within as my body had responded by doing what it had done many times before and dissociated from the part of me that felt that bad.

However, the next day I did embark on the healing process I describe in How to Heal the Past so You Can Live Your Best Present. It took me back to the moment of birth, when I was immediately swept away by a doctor and – wrapped only in a hospital cloth – laid on the metal table top.

Birth itself felt bad enough, these prolonged periods of feeling like the life was being squeezed out of me and my head was going to explode, then that first moment of emerging and those horrid glaring ceiling lights and cold air, I missed my warm and comfy space where I felt held. But the shock to my system as I hit that table was something else.

The whole hospital process was designed for mother and baby to slot into, as though the devisors of it somehow knew what is best for us or did not care. I re-imagined orientating the whole process around what the mother and baby wanted and needed and giving little baby me lots of hugs and attention.

There were many more moments in my life I recalled like this. I found myself asking “why?” a lot: Why do I have to sleep on my own? Why do I have to drink from this disgusting bottle with its rubber teat? Why do I have to wear these scratchy woollen clothes? Why do you have to do my hair? Why do I have to have a bath? Why do I have to eat now? The list goes on, and that was not me even out of babyhood, someone else’s will being forced upon me as though they knew better than me what I needed.

That and numerous examples through life up until the present day, I thought about the kidney stone I had passed in pain in June and the lack of recognition of that pain from those around. The image that kept coming into my head was from a movie I’d seen of a mermaid in tank banging on its walls but no one could hear her.

And, in my regressed state, I am asking over and over “Why? What is the point of being here if I can’t even express myself? If I can’t be seen and held for who I am?”

This gives a glimpse of what kind of memories and experiences lie at the root of these moments of getting triggered. While there are other things that will help stop the way I react to how people think, to stop being triggered by what other people think this emotional healing was necessary.

The crux of all any kind of emotional healing work (I am aware of) deals in exactly this type of exercise; where I re-envisage the scene as one that would make me feel seen, loved and held. This changes the emotional signature of the memory.

As I talked about the “am I crazy?” beacon emitting energy around me looking for its match, this new emotional signature emits a different frequency, attracting kinder experiences.

The other suggestions Teal Swan has on this topic are also fantastic, but that one is the real key. I also liked her suggestions about taking accountability for increasing my self esteem by writing a list of things I approve of in myself and meeting my own needs by asking “what do I need right now?” when I’m feeling wounded by someone’s opinion.

The suggested skills to develop in Claire Zammit’s document are also really useful, I especially resonated with trusting my ability to discern right action based upon the inner guidance I’m receiving, and developing the ability to empower the decisions I make by mentally letting go of paths not taken.

“We learned when we were children that doing something wrong made us wrong. Doing something bad made us bad. So now, we have serious issues with rejection, disapproval and negative criticism because our self esteem was and still is essentially dependant on approval.” Teal Swan

The point is, I cannot just decide to stop taking things so personally, willpower just won’t cut it in this maze of deep emotions within the human psyche. If I care what others think, and try to not care, I’ll only end up feeling guilty or ashamed about feeling bad. Instead I have to work on the reason I care so much in the first place.

Can you imagine a world filled with people who recognise and are working on their self limiting patterns? This would be an evolved world, with grownups making grown up decisions rather than the ones that have been thwarted through life by our earliest experiences. If you want to stop being triggered by what others think, be prepared to get to know yourself in ways that seem uncomfortable and strange, but enjoy the unwinding, it’s a powerful process.

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This week I was reminded to keep my toes pointing in the direction I want to go rather than becoming entrenched in old patterns that I’ve become aware of. I can say with no doubt that the kind of relationship I want is one where both people are aware of unhelpful dynamics and destructive patterns and are actively seeking to break them.

In fact, while this is a good baseline, I embrace the idea of being seen within the relationship, having unconditional love for who I am while being supported in who I am becoming, and having intimacy and connection in a growth orientated dynamic.

In What I Love About Being With Narcissistic People I described the narcissistic bubble versus hyper-attuned (people pleasing) dynamic that my partner and I had and, together with other patterns we learned from our early childhood, those fed on each other and created predictable patterns in our relationship over the years we have been together.

Rather than a healthy interdependent relationship, we had been unconsciously mirroring the hurt children within us. This is considered normal in our society, since most people appear to be completely oblivious that it is a factor that even exists (far less one that can be changed). I see it more as a call to action, a call to mature so we can fully embrace the life we came here to live.

I know I did not come into this life to simply get hurt, adapt who I was being in order to survive childhood, and then spend my whole life repeating this inauthentic pattern and attract more hurt. No, I came to use this as a growth point, an enabler, in order to step into the real reason I came, which was to help evolve the outdated paradigms and systems of our planet.

So rather than go through life stuck in this unhelpful relationship pattern, my partner and I have become aware of it and work hard to break the cycle. But it is worth noting that these patterns are like addictions. Breaking the cycle of co-dependency very much means breaking the entrenched behavioural patterns in at least one person in the relationship.

“It is important to accept that codependency is not about how much time you spent with someone or the degree to which you depend on them, it is about the desperate and very real need for needs to be met; such as self esteem, companionship and closeness and the superbly unhealthy ways we go about trying to often manipulatively achieve those needs.” Teal Swan

For me, I certainly find it hard to stay in a corner once I realise I’ve boxed myself into one.  In the past I’ve removed myself from the corner by changing my circumstances, but over the years I’ve come to realise that circumstances tend to recreate themselves when the behavioural patterns endure.

As a child I became hyper attuned to those around me, in short a people pleaser; someone always acutely aware of what others might be thinking and feeling and always worrying about upsetting them. This resulted in having poor boundaries, in knowing where I ended and others began. My typical pattern would be to suppress my true feelings and then explode.

I saw an example of this so clearly in another person last year when we were travelling home from a vacation on a plane with the kids. About six hours into the journey, the guy in front – having had zero interaction since flashing us a smile in the queue at check-in - turns around and barks “that is the final straw, my chair has been kicked one too many times.”

Now, of course, my six-year-old had been unconsciously swinging her legs and it must have been annoying him, but he hadn’t said a word – not even shot a glance - until it had got too much to bear. It was a perfect mirror of my own unhealthy behavioural pattern.

Just the other day I snapped at the family because I had had enough of dishes being put back on the draining board next to the sink when the dishwasher hadn’t washed them thoroughly enough. Generally there are only one or two items, but on this occasion there was a bigger stack of them.

I had been getting mildly irked by this over a number of months. Clearing up after dinner is the responsibility of my partner and kids, and I was annoyed at the lack of ownership when dirty items got left there, taking it for granted they would just magically get cleaned.

Being the person responsible for most of the domestic chores in our house, the idea is that this is the one time I should be able to put my feet up knowing others are making their valuable contribution to our home.

However, like the man on the plane, I hadn’t really raised this with the family when I was only mildly annoyed and could have been calm and rational. It seemed easier to just clean and put away those one or two things than actually have a conversation about it.

I decided what would help is to keep a Things That Irk Me journal, so I can bring things that annoy me into more conscious awareness and remember to proactively raise issues that recur when I’m still at a point of being calm and rational, not at the point of exploding.

It seems like the polar opposite of what a lot of teaching prescribes (like positive affirmations and gratitude journals) but for people like me who have learned to put others’ needs before my own, it is about awareness and taking ownership.

More importantly, I can have a calm conversation and not throw the others into flight or fight mode, which triggers all their unhealthy patterns and defenses. I did realise this when my partner, who had had a hard day, demanded “What have you done today, mm? Tell me, what have you done?”

Sound familiar? This was enough to jolt me into recognizing that we were slipping into a well worn path. Neurons that had fired together and wired together in the past were all being activated. This was the juncture at which I’d normally then become activated around not being seen nor appreciated (having had a busy and stressful day myself).

Becoming aware of it in the moment gave me power, the power to make a different decision. My internal chemistry was begging me to unleash the insulted defence. I knew if I did, in the terminology of the American Military defence system, we would move into DEFCON 2, next step nuclear war. And really, to give this perspective, over six or seven dirty utensils?

As I said in Change Unhealthy Reactions, every time something comes up that triggers me, whether into an addictive habit, an angry outburst, a place of terror or a depressive spiral, there is a moment in which I can choose a different path.

This was that moment. It felt not dissimilar to the cravings my partner described when giving up smoking. And to take that a step further, this isn’t just about willpower, it’s about healing the emotional signature of the early memories that started the pattern. If I was to rely on willpower alone it would leave me feeling like I had this constant cloud hanging over my head, that at any moment I might succumb to that chemical craving to just lose control and let the old familiar patterns take their paths.

I was reminded of that just yesterday when I saw a video of Brittany Watkins talking about her revolutionary method for overcoming emotional eating. Phrases like revolutionary method usually turn me off as it sounds gimmicky. But I was curious as it had been recommended by The Tapping Solution, who normally have their feet firmly planted in the ground.

It turns out Brittany uses a mix of tapping and a practice that facilitates a change in the emotional climate within us, which I know to be the real key in breaking free of any unhelpful pattern of behaviour. I liked her approach, it is simple and I can see that it would work. For an example of this type of work have a read through How to Heal the Past so You Can Live Your Best Present.

With a mix of conscious self awareness, willpower and a willingness to heal, I am quite certain that breaking free of addictive relationship patterns is not only possible, but it’s our responsibility. Moving past the necessary dependency of childhood into the adult co-dependency that reflects back some things we need to change in order is just a process of maturing and claiming our best life.  

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I was reading some of Dr Ellyn Bader’s work recently on how, when and why to confront narcissistic behaviour; Dr Bader is a couple’s therapist who trains other therapists. She makes the point that narcissism exists on a continuum from the narcissistic features we all have, to a narcissistic style to narcissistic personality disorder.

Now I’m not talking about the extreme end of the scale, which tends to the more psychotic behaviour. My experience relates more to the middle ground, which I suspect is more common.
Dr Bader says narcissists emanate “I don’t need anyone. I am great, special, important etc, but I need you to tell me I’m okay and not wrong. And I won’t let on how important you are to me and how much you mean to me.”

In my experience, this is how narcissists often show up under pressure, sure. There is also the flip side: the magnetism, charm and lovely feeling when basking in their sunshine.

But I like Teal Swan’s explanation on how this type of behaviour arises to begin with - from a lack of attunement; it helped me to soften my approach. To recap from my deeper exploration of attunement in an earlier article:

“Attunement is the process by which we form relationships” Dr Dan Siegel says. “When we attune with others we allow our own internal state to shift to come to resonate with the world of another.”

As Teal then points out, “We learn attunement by virtue of other people being attuned to us. Ask yourself the following questions...Do I feel like my parents understood me when I was little, or even tried to understand me? Did they see into me and feel into me and have empathy for me and adjust their behaviour accordingly or not? Did they acknowledge how I felt or did they invalidate it, telling me I shouldn’t feel that way? How did my parents treat me when I was cranky, frightened or upset?”

I would imagine as most people read this, they would recognise the lack of attunement in their own childhood, for being seen and not heard and do as I say not as I do have been predominant tenets of parenting for a long long time. Thus, as Teal also points out, dysfunctional relationships are the norm, not the exception.

She says “when our parents were not attuned to us, we went one of two ways to cope with the terror of the experience. We either learned that our survival depended on:

1. disconnecting from them and retreating into a narcissistic bubble where all that was real and all that mattered was our individual experience.

Or

1. being hyper attuned to the people in our lives so that we could perceive them, anticipate their behaviour and make adjustments to our behaviour accordingly in order to avoid harm.”

I certainly feel the truth of this in my own life, in hindsight I can see I became hyper vigilant to others’ feelings and co-dependent in my relationships. It’s no surprise that each of these coping styles tends to attract its opposite and – while one is good at taking care of everyone else’s needs - neither is actually good at recognising and taking care of their own.

Dr Bader talks about how limitations show up in intimate relationships when narcissists are asked to be collaborative or extend themselves in a giving or nurturing way. And how they want to be adored/respected without doing much and put a major emphasis into career to protect their self esteem.

I definitely observe these traits. In my experience, narcissists:

• Lack empathy and compassion
• Like to be in control
• Are not great at teamwork

This doesn’t make for the easiest of relationships, particularly when children come along and more empathy and teamwork are called for if we want the children to flourish.

I also agree that a narcissist “rarely expresses hurt feelings directly in a vulnerable way, but instead expresses their pain in a hostile or brutal manner. Their defensive angry response becomes so offensive they many frighten or annoy a spouse who then withdraws or disengages.”

I personally have a tendency to get annoyed and withdraw to a point before eventually exploding.

It is clear from Dr Bader’s work that even many therapists tend to shy away from dealing with narcissistic behaviour, as the narcissist “likes to be in control and will often try to outwit the therapist and stay dominant.”

She therefore teaches how to confront undesirable behaviour in order to achieve breakthroughs and reminds herself “I know there is more to them than this angry, demanding criticism. I know inside there’s a part of them that doesn’t want to be so lonely”.

I find, though, that it is hard to feel sympathy for someone who’s constantly gunning at me, blaming me, and completely blind to any kind of struggle or challenge I have, never mind able to sympathise or appreciate what I’m going through.

But I’ve also found there is certainly a silver lining in being in adult relationships with people who display these behaviours.

As Dr Bader says “many people are stuck in symbiotic relationship patterns that impede the growth of each person and yet that is exactly where tremendous growth potential exists.”

What I’ve discovered with my partner and I, who have this narcissistic bubble versus hyper-attuned dynamic, is other patterns we learned from our early years then feed on this and have created predictable patterns in our relationship over the years we have been together.

For example, when our kids are told no and then go ahead and do what kids are meant to do and continue to push their boundaries, persistently challenging that no, it brings up an intense feeling of discomfort.

I wonder how many people heard “Because I said so!” when they challenged a no as a kid and then experienced their parents getting angry as a result? As Dr Gabor Mate says, it’s not our kids behaviour that causes a problem, it’s the anxiety it elicits within us in the form of these old ingrained emotional (more so than cognitive) memories.

In both my own people-pleasing case and my partner’s narcissistic one, it requires becoming more comfortable with feeling bad. Instead of me seeing these uncomfortable moments as a stick to beat myself up with or, as in my partner’s case, a burning hot potato to quickly pass on, we have the opportunity to really shine the light on our internal anxiety and grow past it.  

It’s taken me a lot of hands-on hours as the primary caregiver for my kids to work through that to the point I can now remain much more detached and objective when this happens. I’m usually calmer in the process, simultaneously holding a no while being compassionate towards their disappointment (I’ll add a disclaimer here though as I’m no saint and do crack under pressure now and again).

For my partner however, whose primary focus is usually outside the home, he’s not yet practised at this and – when challenged by the kids – gets frustrated. Simultaneously to whatever I have got going on in the moment I’m then also hyper-attuned to his discomfort and what’s going on emotionally for the children.

In typical narcissistic fashion, he then often expresses his pain by blaming me. Now, as a child, it was drummed into me to be a good girl and to always tell the truth, which I duly did, so when I get unfairly blamed for something I then get triggered. And if I’m getting blamed in the hostile manner of a narcissist... kaboom!

This well worn path becomes ever more intricate in its dance as one event triggers another, and we step on one emotional landmine after another. It is laughable when we have enough distance from it (which would be somewhere out in the stratosphere) certainly not anywhere near home anytime soon after one of these incidents have occurred.

There is a stigma attached to the word narcissistic, which is a shame because it’s unhelpful in owning and addressing the behaviours that alienate the people who display them. The same can be said of my own tendency to be hyper attuned to others and, as a consequence have poor boundaries.

In our case, it is something we now thankfully both recognise and own. For many years patterns like this have – as Dr Bader says – impeded our growth. But we have begun to discover that this is where the gold is, where the potential for our personal and relationship growth lives.

Just as I can learn to attune to my own feelings and develop healthy boundaries, so can someone with narcissistic tendencies. Teal mentions the potential is also there for them to notice others’ feelings, at first more intellectually, but over time more empathetically. This can then open the gateway to fruitful collaboration and teamwork.

There is also the potential in our parenting to break these patterns for future generations, a key driver for us, instead of blindly passing them on as they have existed for hundreds (if not thousands) of years.

I often reflect on my complete lack of awareness about my own poor boundaries for so long, or even an understanding of what that meant. What I did notice though, was the appearance of more narcissists in my life. I’d obviously been missing the signs for a long time and the universe decided to up the ante and send in some more blunt and brutal players and scenarios to get the point across.

I’m not saying I enjoyed the lessons - they felt brutal – and I’m not saying anyone should put up with a partner, friend, family member, colleague, boss etc who treats them badly. But I love what it’s taught me, I love what it’s shone a light on in terms of my own authentic growth.  

Just the other day a friend was talking about how she gets really upset when people are thoughtless. She was giving me an example where someone hadn’t turned up for a game at a club and hadn’t bothered to text. While there was no personal commitment to turn up, the previous week it had only been the two of them who had, so in those circumstances she would have thought to text the other person.

It took me back to that moment in my twenties when I was learning about different personality styles and I really started to understand that not everyone thinks and feels the way I do. Being wired to recognise others feelings in order to avoid bad feelings is very different wiring to disconnecting to avoid bad feelings. The chances are it would not even have crossed that other person’s mind to send a message as there was no firm commitment.

Because the interaction with narcissistic people can run so hot and cold depending on whether one is in their favour, it can be an emotional rollercoaster for all concerned. I know firsthand there is the potential for growth into something more mutually fulfilling, but I also know that unless the narcissist is self aware and willing to do this, the onus is on me to set more healthy boundaries.

I saw a post on Tiny Buddha this week that speaks to this. It says “Family does not mean: keeping secrets, walking on eggshells, lying to keep the peace, pretending others are healthy when they are not, tip toeing around the truth, attending events that derail my healing process, defending poor choices, engaging in toxic behaviour, remaining loyal to destructive patterns, or sacrificing my needs in an attempt to fix or save others.”
 
Whatever your experience with narcissistic people, I hope you have set healthy boundaries (or will make it a priority to learn to), because this is the silver lining I believe. With each of us being called into the fullness of who we are, aware of and attentive to our own needs, this world has the potential to really evolve.

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I was reading some statements related to people who feel they are wrong or that they are invisible, and I really liked “I am here to make visible that which has, until now, been invisible. My gifts of insight and perception are a profound blessing to the entire world.”

Oftentimes as I was growing up and expressed my opinion on something, my family and friends would look at me as though I were from a different planet. And as I matured into an adult I continued to attract many scenarios that made me feel rejected.

Even recently as my partner exclaimed how I “take things to an extreme” around my food choices and healthcare, I realised that – on some level – I have still been attracting rejection. Sure, it’s healthy to question myself and, as another person pointed out, how extreme is defined depends on who is interpreting it.

For example, I know people who are exclusively raw food or vegan in their food choices and wouldn’t dream of purchasing anything that wasn’t organic, but I also know people who eat take-out daily, and people whose grocery choices are based purely on cost. Given I purchase groceries for people other than myself I consider my approach to be rather moderate; there is something for everyone.

What was also interesting was that this opinion about my choices was expressed on the back of a conversation about the state of food production today. We had been discussing, and agreeing on, all the issues with mono farming and the use of chemicals and hormones in the food chain that eventually ends up on our plate.

While I appreciate we all have a budget to work within, and for some people it’s more desperate than others, given that some of our most insidious food options are those most heavily subsidized globally, I consider how and where I spend money far more powerful than any vote I might cast in a political election.

And it’s for this reason I believe we are seeing many changes. Thirty years ago when I decided to cut refined sugar and flour from my diet because of a health issue I was having, the only place I could obtain alternatives were the aptly named health food shops. I obviously wasn’t the only one seeking alternative choices because these days’ supermarkets stock a wide variety of options, and even roadside fruit and vegetables often sport signs saying “spray free”.

It’s not just food production, but also health care options, education options, constitutional options, options for contributing to society while being able to provide for our families and so on. I see many opportunities for people to reclaim their personal power and contribute their unique gifts and talents as, I believe, we all intend when we are born into this world.

So as much as I still attract strange looks and opinions that make my feel rejected, I know that my ideas are usually pretty sound, and the world is slowly changing around me. This then tells me I still have some work to do in terms of healing this feeling of rejection.

Having gone on to discuss this with my partner, he realised that his own comment was most likely rooted in some of his old stories. He does in fact support the evolution of our global food production systems and choices, though is still somewhat entrenched and addicted (as intended by the manufacturers) to those foods that are not serving his health.

I then witnessed my daughter’s feelings of rejection this week when she was not invited to a friend’s birthday party. She and her friend, to all appearances, seemed to be getting on as well as ever, so she was a little blindsided by the whole thing. As I helped her work through it, I realised that she was mirroring the same rejection I was feeling.

I shared with her “it’s us who decide how we are treated. While we don’t get to make decisions about how people view us, or feel about us (and whether they want to be in relationship with us), we do get to decide what we accept from them in terms of the way they treat us ongoing”.

That friend would have been one of the first on her list if she were having a party, because she considers that is how you treat a good friend. So, since her friend does want to retain their friendship, it’s really up to my daughter to show her friend how she expects to be treated through her actions and reactions.

Whether she reacts in anger, or states her expectations and feelings calmly and firmly, and whether she acts in kindness and congruence with her own values moving forward, or acts in spite and revenge, will all determine how she gets treated in future.

It is a lot to take on and learn in those younger years, but it makes me realise exactly where we lose our personal power through ill advice and cowardly actions (the win-lose kind) in those early interactions and relationships. This is what I’m working to reclaim, years of trying to please others in order to avoid being rejected, in a way that is empowering, and I’ve found the only approach that works well in human relationships is win-win; cooperation rather than competition.

That also means taking ownership of identifying and expressing my needs, desires, opinions and perspective, rather than shying away because others might see me as different. Doing this with open, active listening, calmly asserting my ideas and opinions, and – as I’ve been reminded of recently – being kind, appears to me the best way to go.

I’m not talking about the ideas and opinions that get unwittingly passed generation to generation, my perspective – my authentic perspective – comes from challenging those ideas to really see whether they fit with what I truly value and believe.

I saw an excerpt from a TED talk this week where the lady was talking about a flight she had been on and, when she heard the female pilot make an announcement, she thought “right on sister, we (females) are rocking it”. An hour later when they hit some turbulence the first thought that crossed her mind was “I hope she can drive”, revealing a bias she did not know she even had.

These are the kinds of bias and ideas that, once I bring them into the light of conscious awareness, I can shift perspective. That is why I also think one of the wisest statements I ever heard was “Showing someone their resistance is a greater gift than persuasion.”

Owning my own story, my own feelings, rather than projecting it on others, requires practice and perseverance. Why is it especially important when I’m feeling rejected? Because rejection is a strong and negative emotion, it has a lesson for me, and that lesson is the mirror opposite to the rejection itself, its calling me to embrace and value that which is unique to me.

Having my perspective rejected just means I have a perspective different to the one held by another person, this is a good thing, this is how we evolve. Rejecting me or rejecting another because my opinion differs to theirs is the opposite; it is unhealthy and rooted in old hurts. 

When I read statements like “The full expression of my gifts, talents, brilliance and knowing is necessary for the well being of all” I hear the call and realise it’s time to consciously step up and be seen. I also realise it’s not a statement that is aimed just at me, its universal.

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I’ve spent a lifetime subscribing to the “feel the fear and do it anyway” mantra, now so ingrained in my psyche after Susan Jeffers’ first published a book by this name back in 1987. I even bought a copy of that book in the 1990’s but, if I read it, I absorbed only what I was able to hear at the time, unable to see certain truths about myself at that point.

Another quote by Susan Jeffers that I read today tells me I definitely missed the deeper meaning. She said “the less you need someone’s approval, the more you are able to love them”. Now I realise it’s a quote about having a healthy sense of self esteem and being able to communicate my boundaries with ease.

Back then I had no clue what a personal boundary was, I’d never been allowed them in the traditional do as I say upbringing. All I would have taken from that quote would have been a further affirmation that I needed to do what I must to ensure I was not reliant upon anyone else’s approval. That meant becoming highly independent, self reliant and extremely resourceful. 

Having decided no one was ever going to intimidate me, I grew into a woman who was fiercely independent and who spoke truth to those in any kind of perceived hierarchical power. Given this, I would not immediately resonate with a fear of speaking my truth.

Yet alongside my speaking truth to power persona, sat a hypersensitivity to how others feel. This resulted in a temperament that was outwardly confident, aggressive if pushed, yet full of internal anxiety.

Being hypersensitive to others’ emotions, I am fully aware of the huge spectrum of emotions felt and expressed, but it was Gary Zukov who first introduced the idea to me that there are only two types of emotion, those based in love and those based in fear.
 
As Kryssie Thomas says in Fear and Love are the Only 2 Emotions You Have to Work With “Love is what we were born knowing, feeling and expressing, fear is what we are taught and learn from outside sources.”
 
This simplification helped me to see that fear was something I have felt in many different ways in my life; I am certainly no stranger to stress, anxiety and tension.
 
Currently I’m learning to calmly and confidently express my thoughts, feelings, needs, desires and ideas with a newfound awareness of the need to speak my truth and express my personal boundaries upstream (rather than downstream when they’ve already been crossed).

Having had a heavy conversation with someone this week in an attempt to practice this, I was aware that my neck was extremely tense and sore afterwards. I sat in silence and closed my eyes to inwardly observe the pain I was feeling, it is the kind of pain caused by the muscles on either side on my neck really tightening up. I was curious to see what it had to teach me.

From an energetic standpoint, the neck sits in the area of the throat chakra, and one of the things that can cause a blockage in that area is a fear of speaking.

The heavy conversation I had just had was with my partner. Over the course of this year, between him being incapacitated for a while after breaking his leg and then having had the COVID19 lockdown, our relationship has had a thorough spring clean and is in pretty good shape.
 
Given this, and my newfound awareness of the need to speak my truth, I felt it was time to tackle a few of the niggly things that come up now and again.
 
This was not an ultimatum type conversation, nor was there anything that was in current contention, so there was nothing obvious that would make this conversation heavy. That was the part that made it curious, why did I experience such a high level of anxiety about speaking my truth?
 
Of course I recognise my own childhood patterns, I know that – like all kids who are literally dependant on others for their survival - this is where it has its roots. But I am no longer that child, I now have the choice to live in ways that continue to suppress me, or to act differently.
 
I’ll put it simply, I felt vulnerable, and – in a way – I did feel as though my life (as I know it) was in danger. It triggered my flight or fight response as I struggled to stay present in the conversation when it was taking place, rather than descending into defense mode.
 
On the face of it, our relationship is one that could be described as healthily interdependent. Our roles and responsibilities allow each of us to contribute our gifts and to fulfil our roles in a mutually satisfying way and to the benefit of our family.

But it’s also kind of scary to a person like me who is fiercely independent. That reliance on another for my survival is what makes anything I or they might perceive as rocking the boat dangers waters for me.
 
Looking at that word survival, I’m not talking about physical life or death in this context, I know I’d survive. In fact, given my belief that everything that happens in my life happens for a reason, I even have faith that all would be well in the longer term.
 
In the short to medium term, however, the whole construct of our day to day life, including that of our children, would turn upside down if the relationship was to hit the rocks.
 
It is this that made the conversation heavy. It wasn’t about the topic at hand, it was the weight of the decision to step outside my lifetime pattern, to take a risk and speak my truth without it being fuelled by the anger and indignation of a boundary long overstepped.
 
Looking back on our conversation, I watched my partner’s body language change from easy and relaxed to the boat being rocked as I delved in and he endeavoured to take in what I was saying. As I replayed the scene in my mind afterward, I became aware of underlying tension in my body the moment I’d finished talking and awaited his reaction.
 
Of course, as I’ve said, this was not a make or break type conversation, and after he had time to process things, it later led to a useful and supportive discussion. This was the reward I was seeking and, as clunky as it might have been speaking my truth, my courage had paid dividends and led to more authenticity in our relationship.
 
But the space in the middle, the one in which I was observing my neck pain and he had gone about the rest of his day, processing what I’d said, I can now see was fraught with anxiety as I reflected on the wisdom of speaking my truth.
 
Now that I can see all of this so clearly, I can also see the many times in the past I’ve failed to speak my truth upfront in a situation and understand why my needs have not been honoured. Instead I’ve hinted at them or gone about expressing them indirectly, hoping the other person would get it, and getting angry when they did not.

The voices in my head that would keep me from expressing myself upfront were not explicitly voices of fear in the sense that I feared that person, but I most definitely feared their reaction. In a subconscious bid to gain their approval and maintain the relationship, I had never learned to assert my feelings, desires or needs in a healthy way.

This would apply in all relationships, personal, professional or transactional. My need to maintain calm on the surface would lead to turmoil beneath and sudden raging storms when it was all too much. In this way the other person could rarely hear me because my anger would trigger their flight or fight response and we would butt heads or they’d run scared.

It is not enough to feel the fear and do it anyway when it comes to speaking my truth, I have to identify what my truth is and cultivate the habit of expressing my views, needs and desires upfront – long before I get so angry that no one can hear me.

If you’ve spent your life putting others first and not wanting to rock the boat, perhaps it’s time to find the courage and figure out how to express what you want, think and need? Once we can each do that, we can live in authentic relationship with the people and world around us, something that creates a win-win for everyone.

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One topic my partner and I have often butted heads on, in the many years we have been together, is my propensity to engage in alternative ways to maintain my health and wellbeing that don’t involve a GP’s prescription pad.

While I eat fairly healthily, practice meditation and take exercise regularly, don’t partake in any of the modern habits of drinking coffee or alcohol, and use various therapies as and when I need them, he is the opposite.

We are very much opposites in many ways, but for some reason this one seems to needle him more than any other and – in turn – his reaction inflames me. What I discovered this week was the reason it triggers me so much is not actually any of the reasons I had pinned it on.

My mind had placed its bets on all the usual things that trigger me around healthcare. Amid the most stringent levels of restrictions here in New Zealand I wrote to our Prime Minister advocating for access to my customary homeopathic remedies, rather than being restricted to pharmaceuticals, for me it’s important to have freedom of choice.

But from that line of thought, anger spirals me down the path of political greed, money and pharmaceutical control and off into the realms of patriarchal oppression, which is not exactly productive when trying to resolve differences between my partner and I.

When I finally dropped into my heart space to explore what my inner sense of self had to say about it, the voice was much softer, and hurt. It said “I don’t want begrudging acceptance of my priorities; I want support and encouragement to be the best me I can be”.

I decided to sit with this and go deeper, because unlike many of the issues that rise up from my subconscious, opposition to pursuing alternative forms of healthcare doesn’t have any obvious link into my upbringing prior to my early twenties, which is when I first pursued it.

After really allowing myself to feel the way I had after our last argument about it, with my eyes closed, I then looked into the blank movie screen in my mind – a technique I first learned from Brandon Bays many years ago. It doesn’t involve searching conscious memories; it’s more about being in a deeply relaxed state and waiting for an image to appear once I asked myself when I had first felt like this.

To start with I just got vague images: a pinafore dress, a stripy top. It was me somewhere between the ages of five to seven; I had my glasses on so I must have been at least five. Those glasses were the standard issue British National Health Service glasses of the day.

While I was glad the colour range in the late nineteen seventies had expanded from the iconic plastic tortoiseshell rims, they were still limited, and I felt totally frumpy in them. That brought with it a flood of memories, the “money doesn’t grow on trees” and “there’s not enough so don’t ask” messages.

A swathe of memories related to practical clothing and footwear then came flooding into my mind, in particular this really lovely pair of navy blue leather school shoes that I really wanted but had to settle for the cheaper clumpy black ones instead.

Then there was the hideous hand knitted red aviator-style hat with small navy pom poms all over it, like one of those velcro hat-and-ball games, that I was told to wear under pain of death. And the pink brocade rubber swim hat with chin strap I was made to adorn when I first started training with the speed squad, looking like something out of a nineteen fifties synchronised swimming musical.

The list of examples that made me feel embarrassed and dowdy seemed to go on, and they all pointed to a feeling of “I’m not worth it”. And while healthcare outside of the National Health Service had never really been an issue I’d had to contend with, I certainly knew that anything deemed self indulgent was derided.

That has stuck with me, to the point that, after several whiplash injuries in my twenties, when the Osteopath told me (when I was around age thirty) he had done all he could and recommended ongoing massage therapy to manage the aches and pains, I felt guilty and self indulgent about booking a treatment.

Logically I understand the context of all these messages I had been given in my childhood. Both my parents had grown up in post war Britain, and rations were in place most of their childhood. My mum’s dad died when she was age seven and my gran was a single working mother the whole time she was growing up. Times had been tough, and – in contrast – my life was really pretty darn comfortable.

However, as a little kid who felt my light being dimmed in all these unfashionable, frumpy things that I wasn’t given any choice in, I just felt that I was not worth any extravagance.

This is one of the reasons, later in my thirties when I received a big bonus cheque from work and had no debts to pay, I took that money and carefully chose myself one of the most extravagant things I could imagine, a delicious big diamond solitaire ring, which I wore for many years.

Suffice to say, the ring did not heal me, nor did the holidays or all the clothes and other material choices I’ve had the privilege to make since, apparently still inside was the voice of a little girl who was sad because she didn’t feel worth it.

As an adult, I have come to know each and every human is born worthy; it is not something we have to earn. But that part of me hadn’t got the memo. Of course, once uncovered, I went through a process in order to soothe and heal that particular emotional signature, the same one I described in How to Heal the Past so You Can Live Your Best Present.

Listening to the beautiful Sarah Blondin this week, she reminded me that we are taught to search for our worth, taught to find ways to prove our value, by people who were lost to their own given worth too.  She says “in all of your searching and all of your gaining, you are simply uncovering what has been here all along waiting for you to discover”.

As to my partner, what lies behind his issues around this topic is for him to uncover, but if my own experience is anything to go by, I can be pretty certain it isn’t any of the things that we argued about.
For my own part, I hear Sarah’s challenge “How would your life be different, dear one, if you could remember you are worthy, as you have always been?” and her insight “it is in the moment we stop trying to prove that we learn how to receive”. Profound.

It’s interesting that it took someone trying to govern how I manage my health and wellbeing to flush out that little voice that still lived within me, but I’m glad it did because it now allows me to live more authentically.

My dream is that each human recognize and reclaim the sovereignty of their own soul, heal the emotional signature of all their childhood wounds and inherited trauma that tells them they are anything less than the beautiful, whole souls they are. We are all worthy and deserving of that.

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Making the world a better place starts with making my personal world better.

I was listening to an interview with Dr Tiffany Jana this week, whose passion is teaching about embracing diversity, and she said “The idea that anyone has to edit themselves to conform to some kind of system or social construct is harmful. It is harmful to the collective because if you can’t be everything you were sent here to be then the entire human narrative is missing an essential piece.”

While Dr Jana was being asked about healing racism, she was recognising that any part of us that we have to shape in order to conform creates a disservice to the human race.   

And she reiterates advice I’d heard previously from Sean Korne about facing our own shadows before diving in to others’ shadows,. The best way we can help anyone is from a point of loving acceptance of who we are embodied authentically.

Herein lies the challenge, as far as I can see, most people don’t even recognise how their own hurts beget more hurt (no matter how long ago, how forgotten - or more accurately, buried - or how unintentional); I certainly didn’t.

If someone had asked me thirty years ago how tuned in I was to my own feelings, how did I value my own needs and desires, I’d have responded that I am very tuned in. Yet after decades my life did not seem to be joyful, even with traditional successes under my belt, I did not seem to feel healthy or fulfilled. So how tuned in was I really?

I was reading more this week about attunement, a developmental phase in humans that I first came across when reading Dr Gabor Mate’s work on the effects and causes of early childhood development on our lives. He says:

“Attunement is necessary for the normal development of the brain pathways and neurochemical apparatus of attention and emotional regulation. It is a finely calibrated process requiring that the parent remain him/herself in a relatively non-stressed, non-anxious, non-depressed state of mind.”

If you are a parent you will likely know that this can be a huge ask. I am the first to admit that – if I was never aware of my shadows before – they certainly became rather obvious with young children to challenge me. Of all my relationships, the one with my children is the most intense, followed by the relationship with my partner.

And guess what lies at the heart of our relationships?  Attunement.

“Attunement is the process by which we form relationships” Dr Dan Siegel says. “When we attune with others we allow our own internal state to shift to come to resonate with the world of another.”

As Teal Swan points out, “We learn attunement by virtue of other people being attuned to us. Ask yourself the following questions...Do I feel like my parents understood me when I was little, or even tried to understand me? Did they see into me and feel into me and have empathy for me and adjust their behaviour accordingly or not? Did they acknowledge how I felt or did they invalidate it, telling me I shouldn’t feel that way? How did my parents treat me when I was cranky, frightened or upset?”

I would imagine as most people read this, they would recognise the lack of attunement in their own childhood, for being seen and not heard and do as I say not as I do have been predominant tenets of parenting for a long long time. Thus, as Teal also points out, dysfunctional relationships are the norm, not the exception.

She says “when our parents were not attuned to us, we went one of two ways to cope with the terror of the experience:

1. We learned that our survival depended on disconnecting from them and retreating into a narcissistic bubble where all that was real and all that mattered was our individual experience. Or
2. We learned that our survival depended on being hyper attuned to the people in our lives so that we could perceive them, anticipate their behaviour and make adjustments to our behaviour accordingly in order to avoid harm.”

I certainly feel the truth of this in my own life, in hindsight I can see I became hyper vigilant to others’ feelings and co-dependent in my relationships. It’s no surprise that each of these coping styles tend to attract its opposite and – while one is good at taking care of everyone else’s needs, neither is actually good at recognising and taking care of their own.

Again this resonates with what I see and experience in life, most people are not good at taking care of their own needs. Even, says Teal, the narcissists who are “so busy resisting everyone else’s that, instead of experiencing strong authentic emotions, they are experiencing emotions related to suppression, avoidance, denial or defensiveness.”

So the bottom line is that, unless I learn how to attune (to myself being that I am hyper vigilant to others, but to my own and to others if I had gone into a narcissistic bubble) my relationships will be riddled with conflict and painful for everyone.

This isn’t something I find easy, and particularly when it is an ingrained pattern within existing relationships which, as mentioned above, are already imbued with painful associations on many levels.  True change is intrinsic though, is has to be self driven and nothing changes by following the same old patterns.

That is why I have been doing so much work on recognising and healing my own needs and boundaries, but it still requires practice and more practice.

Wanting to feel good about myself, and wanting to present that goodness to the world is the old defence mechanism, and it’s a strong one. Like everyone else I can fall into the trap of blaming others and my circumstances when, really, I’m no longer the trapped child, I’m a grown adult who can make her own decisions.

And, being hyper attuned to others more so than myself, I also have to watch out for the guilt trap. Those who have got themselves ensconced in a narcissistic bubble know how to play the blame game just as well as I do, but being sensitive to others means I can feel guilty just because someone else is feeling bad.

When Dr Tiffany Jana talks about people editing themselves to conform, the lack of attunement and the dynamics that arise from it are, I believe, one of the most pervasive and insidious among us edited humans. The worst thing about it is the lack of conscious awareness about this root cause issue.

Because, as Teal Swan remarks, “You cannot be attuned to someone and drop a bomb on them or shoot them. You cannot be attuned to someone and say the wrong thing to them. You cannot be attuned to someone and stay in denial about his or her reality”.

This is our work, becoming attuned to our own authentic needs, and those of others. This will not only improve your own life significantly, but together we can make this world a better place.

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“I spent too long wanting what was taken from me and not what I was given.” King Caspian, The Dawn Treader

As I watched this movie with my daughters, after we had read C.S.Lewis’s infamous Narnia Chronicles, I knew these were not words spoken in the original book, and yet they were so perfectly on point.

This week I’ve been staring straight into the eyes of resentment, which Teal Swan describes as “a soup of different emotions all associated with being treated unfairly; it is one of the strongest hooks that anchors a person to the past”.

As I listened to my own internal dialogue about the way I had just spoken to someone, I realised that what I was hearing was a defence. If I had been putting my point across to a judge or jury, I’m pretty sure they would have sympathy for me, perhaps even granted me a pardon.

However, I thought to myself, I am not in front of an objective judge or jury; I am having a subjective experience. Both I and the other person were communicating from a perspective that was so wrapped in our own entire life stories that – try as we each might – it would be hard for either to understand without a long, drawn out autopsy.

It was a familiar realisation that I’m no longer playing the survival game I played as a child, when I was forced to explain my actions and learned to use words to rationalise out everything in my experience. This is a silent begging for recognition of the right to my own views, wrapped up in the angry indignation and resentment at being treated as I was a child.

This game no longer serves me, it gives my power away (the power of my own discernment, my own decision making) to the person I’m speaking to. In fact, I realise, this is not a game I can ever win, even if it was an old survival strategy that was relevant, is surviving winning at life?

And the fact is, I’m holding onto old resentments, wanting the respect that was taken from me rather than respecting who I have become in spite of it all.  

Resentment is a complex and deep rooted emotion, and I knew that while I certainly harboured resentments in my life, I also needed to explore the ancestral ties to some of those feelings too. For, perhaps like you, I had inherited certain philosophies and beliefs about life and people that already carried the stench of resentment right from the outset.

So I was excited to be in a Family Constellation session facilitated by a good friend of mine this week. I’m always blown away by how quickly I can switch my focus to the wider quantum field of energy in these sessions; it’s a powerful way to connect with those (usually hurt) parts of me that need to be seen as well broader sense of who I am unencumbered by my experiences in this physical body.

This session did not disappoint. The question I brought to the field was one seeking clarity on why I turn my emotions in on myself.  With a chronic shoulder pain, which signals holding back emotions, a recent kidney stone and a also a fibroid growing in my womb (both growths signalling the suppression of anger and resentment to the extent the body creates a physical demonstration of the feelings), it felt important for me to get a broader perspective than just the thoughts in my head, I also needed to consider the emotional stories I’d inherited.

So with proxies chosen for Control and Emotion, we were underway. It was a fascinating exchange: Emotion was happily waving about like a tree in the wind and wanted to hug Control (when Control was frozen and very closed to an interaction). As Control softened, Emotion wanted to create distance, it was an interesting dance.

As I entered the field, not knowing what I was a proxy for, I wanted to keep both at a safe distance and could feel myself like a sentry on guard. This was particularly true when Control hid behind Emotion; I was extremely uncomfortable and paid Emotion zero attention because I was on high alert for Control. Once I had Control back in my sights I then felt more curiosity about Emotion. And when Emotion moved away, I felt a grief for not having gotten closer.

At this point I discovered that I was a proxy for my reproductive system. I could sense though that this wasn’t just about my reproductive system, in fact, there was way more trauma coming through from previous generations. As Control and Emotion worked together more it allowed the Reproductive System to disengage, to retire.

Not only has it done the amazing job of producing two children, it has been much wiser than me and processed my suppressed feelings on my behalf for as long as I can remember.  All be it, this has manifested in many things that – on the face of it – I would not have asked for. But my body has been trying to get my attention in the only way it knew how to.

This highlights my womb has always been in a state of alert and actually does better when the stressors are known, if all seems calm I actually go into a state of hyper vigilance on the look out for control, to the point of completely ignoring my emotions.

Then came this feeling of utter shock, as it hit me that I (Reproductive System) was no longer required and I felt lost, not knowing what I was to do. The others in the field described me as if I were suffering from PTSD at this point. That is precisely how I felt, as if I were staring across a fallen battlefield; I was numb.

Wrapping me in a warm cloak, I was aware that my facilitator friend was asking me to sit down, and lean against Control and Emotion for support. I have no idea how long I stayed there, it felt like a long time.

But then I had the most sublime experience. It was as if, on the floor before me, a pool of light opened up, it was in the shape of a heart. It was a nurturing, healing light, full of love and warmth and compassion. Within that light came the answer I was looking for, that my womb – now free of its reproductive duties and being honoured and unshackled from its role as guardian of my resentment, overwhelm and other emotions – was now the portal to this light, taking its rightful place as the seat of creative power within my being.

Without all that distraction and burden, it is freed up energy available to support my creative expression and growth. As I continued to watch this pool of light I saw within it a DNA strand unwind and reconfigure, this represented not only a different possible future for me, but for my children, and theirs.

Next I saw a Phoenix rising and, as I continued to watch, the Phoenix became a She Wolf. As I watched the She Wolf standing proudly in this light, the facilitator friend (who knew nothing of the vision I was having) came along and serendipitously put a proxy directly on the pool of light. This was a proxy for me; my reproductive self watched on in delight.

The feeling of that experience is one I have shared with a few people already, and it is still with me. If you have ever experienced moments of grace like this you will know what I mean. But if you have not I can only wish the same for you, for they are sublime beyond anything you can simply see with your eyes, smell with your nose, taste with your tongue, touch with your hands or hear with your ears. This pure essence can only be felt in your heart.

It certainly has provided a wonderful experience to help me switch over from focusing on what was taken away from me and, instead, focus on what I have been given instead, a whole new lease of life. What is it you feel has or is being taken from you? And what possibilities, gifts or opportunities have arisen as a result?

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One of my top goals or priorities in life right now, as has been the case for a while, is to come into the fullness of who I am. To allow that to happen, I have been focused on my physical and emotional health, a peeling back of all the layers of stuff that I have taken on throughout my life.

It is not until I started this process that I have gained an appreciation for just how much stuff a person can accumulate.

I began by looking at the things that triggered me, I observed the thoughts in my head and started to see the underlying beliefs that percolated beneath, a lot of them not even actually congruent with what - in the present day - I have more consciously come to believe.

Instead, when I was triggered about something, I was most often flung back to a point in my childhood. This became most obvious when I’d be reacting to something the kids had done and I’d find myself sounding just like one of my own parents on autopilot.

This last few weeks I’ve been feeling physically out of sorts, the reason why became apparent when my left kidney started aching painfully and kept me from sleep, then I could feel a stone moving down through the ureter across my abdomen the next day, and finally its release and relief the following day.

Metaphysically kidney stones represent repressed or suppressed anger and resentment, crystallising physically as a stone. Reflecting upon this deeply, and acknowledging the voices in my head of late, I could see that (as the lockdown had progressed) I’d slipped back into some old thought patterns, pointing to some healing that needs attended to.

Clearly, as Dr Jean Housten would say, I had not been doing my internal housekeeping. This was quite true, and I can see in hindsight where these thought patterns started gaining momentum and turning me sour so to speak.

Anger is a great indicator that my personal boundaries have been violated.  By boundaries I mean the things I like and dislike, what is right for me, what is wrong for me, how I let myself be treated by others. In effect, my personal boundaries are what uniquely define and separate me from everything else.

“Signs of unhealthy boundaries”, says Teal Swan, “are saying no when you mean yes (or vice versa), feeling guilty when you say no, acting against your integrity and values to please others, or not speaking up when you have something to say, and so on.”

Through the personal work I had done to date, I recognised myself as having weak personal boundaries growing up, and a pattern of eventually exploding in anger as a way to affirm myself long after they had been overstepped. While I had done quite a bit of work in this area, I wanted to do a thorough spring clean, to “blow smoke on where I begin and others end” as one of my good friends said.

For this I’d highly recommend Yvette Rose’s book Healing Your Boundaries, it was an easy and insightful read and helped me put words to things that I had long since felt and been unable to express in a way that felt comfortable and empowering.

After the kidney stone had passed I awoke the next morning to read what dreams I had recorded the night before (I often jot these down half asleep through the night) and found an intriguing statement I had written:

Our greatest weaknesses can be exploited and used against us in an orchestra of our own demise.

I had no recall of writing this, but I knew instinctively it was referencing the kidney stone that had passed, and the broader picture of what it meant. Who does the exploiting? I do. Without addressing my now unhealthy childhood (emotional or physical) survival strategies, and asserting firm boundaries calmly, I am creating my own demise.

I’m aware that many of my boundary issues arise from the relationship I had with my mother growing up. It was not an untypical parent-child relationship, she was a strongly opinionated lady who had strict views on our behaviour and morals and it did not serve me in my younger years to argue if I felt any differently.

It would have been my mother’s birthday this week if she were still here, I’ve seen firsthand what illness can do to a person’s body. While she had no interest in the metaphysical herself, I can see quite clearly how life experiences weigh upon a person and create terrible suffering.

I have no such desire to suffer. I feel it is important that I get this sacred vessel of mine, the body in which I reside for my time here in this life, into as healthy a state as possible, for there is much to do.

Earth is awakening to a new level of consciousness, and I am committed to building that bridge to a new era in enlightened human life. It seems to me that we are all so much more than we see, and it is time to see with new eyes, to hear with our hearts and to move towards our best life.

Do you have unhealthy boundaries that you need to heal?

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I heard from someone this week who was sorely disappointed with the Mother’s Day she experienced. While her husband and kids had recognised Mother’s Day and given her gifts, it was a far cry from her expectations. She did not really feel seen, understood and – most desired of all – cherished in her role as a mother.

This was similar to some parts work I had been watching recently where a young woman was struggling to reconcile the relationship she had with her grandparents, who had brought her up. Each time she visited them she had expectations about her emotions being seen and validated, instead, she continually felt crushed and unseen in this regard and would take about a week to recover from the sting.

Emotional intimacy was what she yearned for from her family yet, as much as she yearned, she had never glimpsed it in that relationship. The teacher pointed to how the young woman was continually torturing herself. She reminded us that doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.

They explored both the part of her that desperately wanted to be seen and understood by her family, as well as the part within her that did not want to let go of the relationship despite the pain it was causing her. This led to the revelation about other needs she did get met – and value – from that connection with them.

The teacher asked her to consider, that while the potential was there for her family to meet her need to be seen and understood emotionally, there was a strong likelihood they never would have the kind of relationship she wanted and to consider that those needs could be met elsewhere.

Pointing out the power in reminding (that part of) herself (that wanted emotional intimacy), in advance of any visit to her grandparents, of all the wonderful needs that would be met; the teacher went on to make another suggestion.

This was for the young woman to take a more curious approach in her relationship with her grandparents, sort of make it her mission for the visit to get to understand them, their life experiences and what makes them tick.

I did see how – in seeking to understand them better – it would give her something more empowering to focus on, and perhaps even more insight into the emotional world of her grandparents and thus some of the intimacy she had been seeking.

All of this reminded me of some words I first heard almost fourteen years ago, to let go of the cumbersome impossibility of trying to control people and circumstances, when the only thing we can really control is our reaction to what is happening around us.

In both of the examples above I recognise expectations I once had of other people too and won’t pretend that they have completely disappeared. In so many aspects of my upbringing, from the expectations and boundaries that were set around my behaviour and choices, to the role models I had, the books I read, the programmes and movies I watched, a picture was created in my head of what a good partner/mother/father/colleague and so on looks like.

Now I recognise this was all conditioning and, while there are certainly generally agreed archetypes, for mothers for example, expectations do vary from person to person, within cultures, times and societies. As the lady who got herself into a self professed funk over Mother’s Day said, it is literally published, advertised and displayed everywhere.

I feel this kind of sets us up for a fall. As a mother I know I’m still wading my way through trying to figure out my authentic desires versus those that were indoctrinated deliberately or inadvertently. I also know the expectations I put on myself are different to every one of my friends who are mothers; some differences are minor, others major.

In every role I‘ve held and hold in life I used to feel righteous in some ways, a failure in others; now I just feel that each one of us is doing our best. I’ve also noticed I hold a lot of contradictions within myself.

One of the big contradictions going on in my life at the moment is “I want this to end; I don’t want this to end”. A lack of personal space has had me yearning for an end to the lockdown, yet I’ve enjoyed our family bubble and there is a part of me grieving that it is coming to an end.

There have been times I’ve felt understood and appreciated, times I’ve felt taken for granted and used, and times I’ve felt invisible and powerless. There have been times it has been intense. Other times it has been easy. In all of it there is only one thing that has really changed, and that is the script in my head. When I catch myself thinking about what I or anyone else should do, I know I’m just buying into some conditioning.

Sometimes that means I have to go into the shadows and get a really good look at whatever part of me is lurking there, other times it means I just need to change my focus in that moment, it just depends on what has triggered me and how strongly I’m feeling it.

There have also been times in my life when I know that I cannot continue in a role and be true to myself, and I have walked away. But mostly, when weighing up the pros and cons, it’s not the role I need to change, it’s the narrative. Otherwise I live in continual self torture, which is a miserable life and I don’t want to feel miserable, do you?

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