boundaries and minefields
doctorfrau
Registrant
Ive been thinking about boundaries some more. As someone who crosses them regularly- sometimes deliberately Id like some more insight, or maybe I just need to vent.
I have to admit that sometimes I am worse than a little kid when it comes to boundaries. Its kind of like when we were in the backseat on a trip, and my brothers drew a line down the upholstery. Sooner or later someone is going to sneak a finger across that rib of vinyl just because they told you not to, and you know it will drive them crazy. Its like waving a red flag in front of a bull or even a double-dog dare you just cant walk away from an opportunity like that. Mom! Hes looking out my window! Mom! Shes on my side of the seat!
I admit I succumbed to this temptation when dealing with my friend. Im going to call him Geraldo from here on out, because he DOES have a name, even though I cant use it here. I have crossed Geraldos boundaries several times in our relationship. I called it his minefield at the time, and I knew it was there, I just didnt know why. When I stepped into the minefield, he would suddenly get weird on me (for lack of a better descriptor), and then I got weird too. I went into little kid mode. I made fun of him. I got mad and defensive. Then I got guilty and apologized profusely. Finally, when he would respond to nothing else, I pushed buttons on purpose. I went tap-dancing through the minefield, as it were. I would much rather be blown to smithereens, than shut out and ignored, ya know?
I guess I thought it was unreasonable for Geraldo to let me wander around and get blown up all the time. I kind of thought he might even get some kind of perverse pleasure out of it, otherwise he would offer me a map or something He didnt. I found out where the mines where by stepping on them. Not a good way to run a relationship he didnt help me, and I floundered around and got hurt and angry. Then I wonder are the boundaries themselves unreasonable? Are they set so far out that no one could ever get inside? Boundaries are good to have, but you cant draw a circle around yourself ten miles wide and expect anyone to be able to reach you from there.
This happened at least twice or three times during the first two years that we knew each other. Now it has been over a year since he has spoken to me, except to say I have nothing to say to you go away.
This drives me insane. My marriage failed in large part due to a major lack of communication. I cant stand to be shut out talking problems out is the way I deal with stuff. I thought Geraldo and I had some fairly decent communication started especially when he finally told me about his teenaged trauma but whatever this last mine was that I stepped on, it must have been a biggie. Now I am wondering if he will ever be able to communicate with and trust me. If he cant, maybe I should just give up now. Lord knows I have tried off and on for a year. All the trying seems to do is make things worse. I really sometimes wonder why I am bothering, and if it isnt somehow my pathology that is the problem am I seeking out men who wont communicate on purpose?? Why cant I let him go like he seems to want me to? The only thing I hang onto is that I felt an almost spiritual connection to Geraldo that I cant explain.
But if he will not reach out, I cant do it for him. He has to give me a map. I wonder at what point do I walk away, if only to save my own sanity? I did that with my marriage - I just couldnt go through it anymore 15 years of silence and semi-alcoholism was enough. I paid my dues, I gave it my all, and I finally had to leave to save myself. So I wonder at times why I think that I will fare any better with Geraldo. I do love him probably more than I should for just a friend but I dont think I am strong enough. He has to help himself, and I guess I have to let him.
I have to admit that sometimes I am worse than a little kid when it comes to boundaries. Its kind of like when we were in the backseat on a trip, and my brothers drew a line down the upholstery. Sooner or later someone is going to sneak a finger across that rib of vinyl just because they told you not to, and you know it will drive them crazy. Its like waving a red flag in front of a bull or even a double-dog dare you just cant walk away from an opportunity like that. Mom! Hes looking out my window! Mom! Shes on my side of the seat!
I admit I succumbed to this temptation when dealing with my friend. Im going to call him Geraldo from here on out, because he DOES have a name, even though I cant use it here. I have crossed Geraldos boundaries several times in our relationship. I called it his minefield at the time, and I knew it was there, I just didnt know why. When I stepped into the minefield, he would suddenly get weird on me (for lack of a better descriptor), and then I got weird too. I went into little kid mode. I made fun of him. I got mad and defensive. Then I got guilty and apologized profusely. Finally, when he would respond to nothing else, I pushed buttons on purpose. I went tap-dancing through the minefield, as it were. I would much rather be blown to smithereens, than shut out and ignored, ya know?
I guess I thought it was unreasonable for Geraldo to let me wander around and get blown up all the time. I kind of thought he might even get some kind of perverse pleasure out of it, otherwise he would offer me a map or something He didnt. I found out where the mines where by stepping on them. Not a good way to run a relationship he didnt help me, and I floundered around and got hurt and angry. Then I wonder are the boundaries themselves unreasonable? Are they set so far out that no one could ever get inside? Boundaries are good to have, but you cant draw a circle around yourself ten miles wide and expect anyone to be able to reach you from there.
This happened at least twice or three times during the first two years that we knew each other. Now it has been over a year since he has spoken to me, except to say I have nothing to say to you go away.
This drives me insane. My marriage failed in large part due to a major lack of communication. I cant stand to be shut out talking problems out is the way I deal with stuff. I thought Geraldo and I had some fairly decent communication started especially when he finally told me about his teenaged trauma but whatever this last mine was that I stepped on, it must have been a biggie. Now I am wondering if he will ever be able to communicate with and trust me. If he cant, maybe I should just give up now. Lord knows I have tried off and on for a year. All the trying seems to do is make things worse. I really sometimes wonder why I am bothering, and if it isnt somehow my pathology that is the problem am I seeking out men who wont communicate on purpose?? Why cant I let him go like he seems to want me to? The only thing I hang onto is that I felt an almost spiritual connection to Geraldo that I cant explain.
But if he will not reach out, I cant do it for him. He has to give me a map. I wonder at what point do I walk away, if only to save my own sanity? I did that with my marriage - I just couldnt go through it anymore 15 years of silence and semi-alcoholism was enough. I paid my dues, I gave it my all, and I finally had to leave to save myself. So I wonder at times why I think that I will fare any better with Geraldo. I do love him probably more than I should for just a friend but I dont think I am strong enough. He has to help himself, and I guess I have to let him.