Offensive

One of the greatest indicators of our own spiritual maturity is revealed in how we respond to the weakness, the inexperience, and the potentially offensive actions of others~ David A. Bednar

 

I don’t consider myself spiritually mature. I suppose it really depends upon how you define spirituality. I separate spirituality from religion nowadays. I don’t believe you must have one to have the other. That probably offends some people, so here’s your chance to see how spiritually mature you are.

People confuse me. The mixed messages. Hidden agendas. Innuendo. Shades of grey. While I’m pretty good at sifting through the ever-changing background noise, it’s still very disturbing when a clear channel breaks through. It’s disconcerting when the noise takes on a distinct beat.

The beat I’m feeling right now is distrust. It’s pressing in on all sides. I’m even emanating some myself. Oppressive in nature, distrust breeds contempt. Contempt makes it hard to respond in a graceful manner when someone offends us.

Oh, I try to be mature. I try to see things from different points of view. I really do try to understand people. But, I frequently fail. I admit that my own immature responses get in the way. You see, sometimes I just want to stomp and yell…throw a tantrum of epic proportions. And yet, I can’t. It would both concern and offend a large number of people who see me as a stable, contributing member of society.

So, here’s my partially spiritually mature response…..pffffffttttt. Nanabooboo. There. Tantrum over. Nothing to see here. I’m as calm as a leaf in the wind.

Temper, Temper

Social media fascinates me. Seriously. It’s like walking through the 1950s clothes lines and checking out each others laundry. Talking over the fence with neighbors. Chatting like there are no miles between you.

Then, you see the frilly pink bra. Or the tighty-whities. Or something in-between. And, the magic is gone. The bubble burst. The fence is suddenly 20 stories high. Banter stops. Suspicion erupts.

Unfriending happens. Do I unfriend all our mutual friends? Who gets custody of the group photos? And the memories. Who gets those? And who gets the bitter break up?

Honestly, if you can’t handle social media, then get off the computer. There’s a reason one company has a minimum age for joining. Theoretically, you’re old enough to know better.

Oh yes, former friend. Stomp around and trash me. Say whatever makes you feel better. Because, the one person you desire most to inflict pain upon can no longer see your posts. Of course, you wouldn’t understand that. Thinking through your actions requires maturity that prevents people from making dramatic exits. For someone who professes intense dislike of drama….well you get the picture.

A Letter to My Son, Part 2

It’s hard to believe another year has flown past. Soon, all too soon, you’ll be considered an adult. I’m still constantly amazed by everything you have accomplished. How I wish I could tell all the naysayers in your past just how wonderfully you are succeeding at things they said would never happen.

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You always were a wise man. I used to just sit back and watch you figure things out. I was, and still am, amazed at how much you learn when I think you’re not paying attention. And when you pay attention…look out world! I have absolutely no doubt about the veracity of Louis Armstrong’s words “they’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know.”

Recently, another parent commented on how just one year had changed her child and stated that all the extra effort was already paying off. You may or may not remember all the extra effort you had to put towards growing up, but I hope you understand now why I did what I did. Steering your ship away from the shoals was a full-time job. Some days, I admit, I miss steering your ship. Then I realize that while I’m no longer at the rudder, you let me stay on board as a passenger. Thank you for that.

And now, my little guy is grown. I’m grateful you kept your heart. Your desire to help others makes me proud. Your confidence is amazing! The fact that you had to go through so much because of who you are and you still look for good people is remarkable.

Every time I find out you went on a job interview, a leadership conference, a school activity…and tell me about it after the fact…I know we did the best we could. When you shake your head at me because I can’t understand a word of the engineering project you’re trying to explain, I’m grateful you still let me be part of your world. When you ask me to come to a concert or a Parent’s Weekend, I smile.

To everyone who ever told us you wouldn’t fly, I offer this: I believe in my son. Nothing you can say or do will ever change that. He is a remarkable young man now. And, by all accounts, successful. So, let’s put on our party hats and salute success!

ianamarynth

PS: I’m still not a heavy metal music fan, but I’ll get there.

Broken

A broken bone can heal, but the wound a word opens can fester forever.~ Jessamyn West

We’ve all had the experience of someone saying something that cuts to the heart. Sometimes it’s malicious but most often it is failure to understand the impact the words have on an individual. I know you can’t control how someone feels. The perception is completely in the heart of the recipient. I wonder, if we thought more about the consequences, could we stay our voice until we are sure of what we want our words to communicate?

I’m having a rough go of relationships right now. I think back to even five years ago and how many people I could call on a moment’s notice and we could find something to do. Since then, many people have disconnected themselves from me. Sometimes, the words came and they were harsh. The number of people who have left my life because they didn’t know what to say is significant. But, I made new friends. I moved on. Life changes and so do the people who fit in it.

What did I do wrong, to chase people away? In some cases, I failed to nurture the relationship. I got so wrapped up in taking care of myself, I forgot to water my garden. And then I think, relationships are two-way streets. I don’t recall missing phone calls. I don’t think there were phone calls. I can safely say that chronic illness drives people away. Other people left because I starting standing firm for things I believe. Basically, I rubbed them the wrong way. Yet, some just faded away. I’ve been told that there are reasons for all this. I wish I could figure out those reasons.

I think I’ve burned a bridge unintentionally. I’ve been revisiting events and conversations for about it for 2 days now, looking at all the angles and analyzing the data. But there is still one angle that I can’t quite grasp. The words being used don’t make sense. Should I stay and try to salvage the relationship on the basis of it’s a misunderstanding that time will take care of? Or do I flee, torch in hand. It’s probably going to take a few weeks to put that relationship in the right place.

There is another relationship that I’m struggling with, a more personal one. I have made some new friends. I reached out and made considerable effort to connect. I guess I knew from the beginning that I was trying too hard. But, I really wanted to establish a friendship. Call that my social deficit…sometimes I just really want to make something great happen.

A few weeks into this process, I could tell I was an interloper. Another friendship existed and while I felt I could co-exist with that friendship, apparently I can’t. Conversations were had without me, even though the topic involved me. I knew what was happening by the tenor of the conversations. Little hints dropped here and there that I suspect were meant to soften the blow of being dismissed. I suspect that because I too have used this strategy. Letting people down gently is a noble thought that rarely works out.

I don’t like this feeling of dismissal. It feels like high school all over again where I’m just not good enough to be one of the popular kids. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. I feel those same feelings of being strung along. Not quite to the level of saying I feel used, but I most definitely feel snubbed.

And then I realize that the other parties may not know how things look to me. Just because once I commit to something, I’ll stick with it until the end doesn’t mean anyone else will. Just because I work very hard to help people feel comfortable around me doesn’t mean they will. It’s just plain awkward.

So yes, I’m hurt. I’m hurt because these friends agreed to something and then backed out. I’m hurt because I was never really in the equation even though I was led to believe I was part of the equation.  I’m hurt because I wasn’t told the truth. I would still be hurt if I was told they thought I was party crashing, but I don’t think it would be nearly as painful as knowing that conversations were had and a plan to back out was implemented.

As one saying goes, some people are in our lives as lessons. Obviously, this week I needed schooling.  Lots of schooling. I needed to feel how my little white lies were hurting others. I needed to feel the sting of disappointment before I got too far ahead of myself. I needed to learn that while I crave connection, others do not.

So, your challenge. Try to use your words wisely. Don’t promise me a date when you have no intention of keeping it. If you can, think about making and keeping a date, even if it’s just for coffee. There’s so much aloneness in the world that your offer could be the lifeline I need to keep looking forward. The  hour you spend keeping me company is a gift in my eyes.

Above all, be true to yourself. You probably don’t want people to start thinking poorly of you. Your words, coupled with your actions, tell me what kind of person you truly are, through and through. Make sure that what I see is something you can be happy about.

Please try not to break me. I feel things very deeply and I can only handle so much rejection before I crack. You may not be perceptive enough to see the duct tape and super glue. I still believe that it’s there for anyone who takes the time to look for it.

PS- Yes, I have Autism. Yes, I know that impacts my perceptions and feelings. But, you don’t have to be Autistic to know that words hurt.

Third Wheel

One of the hardest things about leaving your heart on your sleeve is how much it hurts when people punch your arm. Maybe I’m in an “oh poor me” stage right now, but it feels like the universe is ganging up on me.

Yesterday, I both let myself down and then took a chewing out I didn’t feel was deserved. Today, plans fell through for a much anticipated trip. On top of this, my health issues have pretty much landed me in bed. I sure wish the universe didn’t think I could bear so much.

Yes, it’s easier to place the blame on the universe.  Conspiracy theory is so much better than realizing the truth.

Hurt

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try, and try, and try~ P!NK

We all have desires. They don’t all revolve around love nor money. We want world peace. We want peace in our neighborhood. We want ice cream. We want to end world hunger. We want to stop plagues. We want to get over our colds. We are humans and we want. Such is the metaphorical flame in these lyrics.

I got burned today. In my tireless pursuit to right perceived wrongs, I made a comment that apparently was inappropriate. It doesn’t matter the person on the receiving end has known me almost 2 years. It doesn’t matter that I have never done anything to make this person question my integrity. It doesn’t matter that the reasons for this statement weren’t related to the individual. All that matters is my comment.

It isn’t that I was called to the carpet that bothers me. I suspected that would happen when a third-party got involved. I’m really not that blind as to possible repercussions. What hurt was the lack of trust. The assumption that I had ulterior motives. I was judged and sentenced before I had an opportunity to explain. Boom.

Trust doesn’t come easy to me. You get my respect almost automatically, but you have to earn my trust. Consider it a gift. We can function on mutual respect, but a relationship is built on trust.

And, now it’s been erased. Another tick in the lessons learned column. I’ll keep trying, but it just won’t be the same.

 

Unicorns

Have the courage to say no. Have the courage to face the truth. Do the right thing because it’s right. These are the magic keys to living your life with integrity.~ W. Clement Stone

I am apparently a bully in the Autism community. I guess I didn’t understand that I’m not supposed to take “sides” or “support” anything but the name “Autism.” The idea of Autism as a disability is “safe.” Only upbeat and positive posts are “safe.” Isn’t that how the community got into this mess?

I posted a few weeks ago about “Vaguebooking” where people only talk about the very best parts of life. (https://oystersandlife.com/2014/09/08/vaguebooking/)  They don’t post about struggles, challenges or anything that **could** make them appear to be different. It’s like reading fairy tales all day long.

To be fair, not all the people on my friends list do this. But of the 30 or so people connected to the Autism community, only a handful post about anything but unicorns and rainbows. It’s okay if that’s what you want to post. Just don’t be angry with me for putting a damper on what you post.

Guess what? By only posting about unicorns and rainbows, people think you’ve got it all under control. That you, or your child, never struggle. That every therapy you’ve tried has been miraculous. That every diet adjustment made is a cure. It skews what people think about Autism. If you don’t live with Autism and all you read about are unicorns and rainbows, that must be what Autism is all about.

And then, tragedy hits. Again. The unicorn did a variation on what horses do. It got mad. It got ornery. But, it’s still a unicorn. Some people with unicorns can understand how someone tried to hurt their unicorn. They feel the unicorn is to blame for, well, acting like a unicorn. Others, in fact the vast majority, feel that hurting a unicorn is bad. Very, very bad. Don’t they know how precious and valuable unicorns are?

The reality is, unicorns poop. They mash the grass with their hoofs. They have to be fed special diets. They require grooming. And time, lots and lots of time. It’s hard work keeping a unicorn safe and happy. But we do. Many, many of us get up every day knowing how hard things are and yet, we keep our unicorns safe and warm and healthy and happy.

It never crossed my mind to kill my unicorns. Yes, they look different from horses. Yes, they act different from horses. But they’re my special unicorns. My gift of magic to cherish and take care of forever. Taking care of them is harder than taking care of a herd of horses. But the beauty I see when they’re around makes it all worth it.

So call me a bully. Label me wrong. Yell out Instigator! Because it’s true. I support self-advocacy. I support stricter legislation for caregivers who harm their disabled charges. I support boycotting an organization that tells people that Autism is a crisis. That Autism is a violent, daily struggle. That Autism must be cured.

I don’t want horses. Unicorns are awesome! If you were to take away their magic, unicorns would be just horses. You’ll work just as hard tending a horse as you will tending a unicorn. A horse means you’re just like everyone else. If that’s your goal, go for it. Try every diet, cure and therapy in hopes of taking away the magic. I choose to love and nurture my unicorns.

Because without a little magic, the world looks a lot dingier.

Tech

I recent link on social media leads to a confession by Steve Jobs that he recognized how “bad” technology can be for kids so he limited his kids’ exposure  http://www.inquisitr.com/1468612/steve-jobs-didnt-let-his-kids-use-iphones-or-ipads-heres-why/#kxOKeBIIzcp9WYFx.01 . Lots of comments ensued, including many stating that tech kills young brains, with the majority of parents of young children stating that they agreed. I had to put this on paper.

Seriously. I can’t even go to a restaurant without seeing some kid glued to a screen. Movie theater. Church. Wal-Mart. Driver’s license office. Doctor’s office. Vehicle (yes, I can see the video screens in the minivan in front of me). It’s the new, improved pacifier for older kids. And I’m supposed to believe all these people who state they only allow 30 minutes a day? Perhaps you should clarify and add 30 minutes per location, per day.

Technology is not some evil thing you need to banish from life. You are not a bad parent or person for incorporating tech into your life. It’s a different world out there than even 5 years ago. We literally have the world at our fingertips. And, kids are sponges. Kids have a knack for learning all about things before parents even know the thing existed. Innocence is very short-lived, regardless of your parenting choices.

Yes, kids need guidance and rules as they learn about the world. That applies whether the topic is not running into the street while playing or learning how to play Minecraft. Yes, you need to teach your kids how to balance their lives. Yes, us adults need to remember that we need balance too. All play and no work makes Johnny a very poor boy.

Just drop the self-righteous bit. I sat at my kid’s events over the years and watched parents playing Candy Crush instead of playing attention to their kids. I see you handing over your phones and bringing tablets into places where you want your kids to behave. It’s ok. I used to bring coloring sheets and crayons with me everywhere.

Don’t lock your kids out of their future because someone told you they **never** allow their kids to access tech. Most likely, they’re not being truthful. Your kids **have** to know about technology in order to get a job. Yes, even operating a cash register now requires keyboarding skills. You don’t have to go overboard. You can still monitor it.

If you expect your kids to abuse tech, then you should probably look at yourself. You are their role model. Monkey see, monkey do. If you’re not willing to go outside with your kids, then the message is that part of life isn’t as important as Candy Crush.

A thousand times a day your life is touched by tech. It’s not the enemy. Like all things, moderation goes a long way.

 

 

Label this

Hi! Thanks for stopping by! Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Soda? How about a snack? Popcorn? Chips? Candy? Maybe something healthy like an apple? Oh, you’re on a diet. You only eat vegan. You don’t consume caffeine. Is that apple organic?

I find myself pausing at moments like these. You came here looking for something. I offered up options. You turned me down, questioned and judged me in a split second based on this exchange. I’m a caffeinated, junk food addict. Period.

Well, you’re right on some days. I do like my caffeine and I certainly like my popcorn and potato chips right next to my Snickers bar. But does that really mean I’m an addict? Did you just lump me in with a group of people who absolutely cannot live without “something?” That’s a heck of a label to put on someone who enjoys treats periodically.

The way you label people marks them forever. Yet, everyone does it. Got a speeding ticket? Insurance company now says you are a high risk driver. Don’t look like the body mass index chart says you should? You are obese. Wore the wrong clothes to work today? You are out of touch.

Do you feel judged yet? Because I do every day. I think through a decision a hundred times. I’ll read this post for the next few hours before I hit publish. I’ll make sure no one has the opportunity to see me as less than. My car is perfectly suburban. My house is mostly clean in case someone drops by. My social media posts are mostly vanilla. My clothes are neutral. It’s a lot of effort to go through just to avoid a label.

I’m sure someone will still look really hard to find a chink in my coat of neutrality. It’s no wonder over 50% of Americans have some type of mental health need. Between being judged and holding onto that superiority complex, we’re a collective mess. Since we **need** instant gratification, here’s your pill.

But, what if there is no pill? What if you are living with a chronic illness? What if you’re neurodiverse? Ahhhhhh!!!!! What should I do?

I know. I’ll educate others about the damage labels cause. I’ll write about how nouns were designed to give distinct meaning to objects. I’ll talk about the fact that the English language lends itself to labels so readily. And, just for fun, I’ll give you this link so you can understand how the English language is supposed to work  :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentence_diagram.

A tree is a tree. A table is a table. A person is a person. Any descriptors are actually observations. It’s an apple tree, because it produces apples. It’s a dinner table because it seats four or more. . It’s a person because it looks like one. Stop.

That’s right. The correct label for me is person. Because that’s what I am. No more, no less. You can put all the adjectives you like under that diagramming line, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a person. Adjectives are judgments.  Artificially assigned tags that seek to clarify the noun. I don’t need clarification. Person will do just fine.

“And you can’t just take my dreams away–not with me watching”

“And you can’t just take my dreams away–not with me watching”.