Double Wobble - need support
OK. It's been another one of those bruising encounters... (Yes, SAR, I *did* have low & realistic expectations going into the skirmish, but I'm afraid the events "exceeded" them...)
Had been invited by N via e-mail to one of his gigs that I knew in advance would not be conducive to any real interraction between the two of us.
We hadn't seen eachother since before the Holidays, but had been exchanging a few e-mails: ususally he'd send 2 lines to my 18 & his responses would be written in that funny show-biz "warmth" that means nothing. I had sent several messages pertaining to my own PTSD - and they were met with complete silence, so either he absorbed the messages or was unable to deal with them at all. And - this is strange in & of itself, because one of the reasons for his iconic stature within our circles is that he can listen so sympathetically to other people's troubles, comfort & commiserate AND he remembers every single detail: except, it would seem, where I am concerned...
The responses I received to my e-mail messages were either about ( 1 ) where we would next meet OR ( 2 ) to spiritual/ mystical matters & references which I am studying & appear to fascinate him.
So. Anyway. You all get the picture...
I arrived a few minutes later at the gig to find him wading through the crowd & greeting people. (The other band members were off in their "green room." N. was the only one "working the crowd.")
I know he saw me immediately as I entered the room, but he persisted in greeting every single person who was in front of me, forcing me to wait on a "receiving line" to get to him. It was unnerving to say the least. (At one point in our "relationship" before we had our 6-yr. break-up, I actually thought I was delusional! If he treats me like just another one of his damned "party friends" where did I ever get the idea that there was ever anything between us??? Oh - I was in agony over this before the split: I thought I was insane! But subsequently, when we got back in contact again, I realized that the source of my thinking had come directly from N himself - I was not/ am not insane! I was not/ am not just another "party friend.)
Then it was finally MY turn (Maybe I should've kissed the hem of his robe????) & he did something COMPLETELY bizarre - even for an advanced wobbler like myself it was incomprehensible!!! He reached out across a small table, took both of my hands in his - with a touch so ghostly that I wouldn't have been sure it was there had my eyes been shut - he looked straight into my eyes and said, "Hello, Jxx-XXX-xx!" MISPRONOUNCING MY NAME by accenting the wrong sylLABBle! WHOA!!!! It's been over a year since he knew I changed it, and even though he has been saying the name with an American accent, it's been fine all this time! UGH UGH UGH!!! Talk about invalidation! This was horrible! (I figured out later in the evening that what he had been trying to do was to actually *perfect* his pronounciation of the name, but all the rationalization in the world can't undo the damage.)
The band's performance was wonderful - and all throughout, N looked ecstatically, glowingly happy. Although I stood in the back, I caught him looking into my eyes throughout the evening. And, good wobbler that I am, I kept that glazed smile on my face all night long. I was even able to relax a little bit to be able to dance - and for me, this is a big breakthrough because dance has been a trigger for my PTSD symptoms for a while.
So. After the performance, I ended up on another receiving line. Had to endure all of his show-biz hugs administered to another long line of well-wishers. Noticed that everyone he encountered was doing most of the talking & he was apparently soothing them with his smile. None of the other band members were being smothered with this kind of attention... AND when I was able to get next to them, they spent a lot of time with me - made it clear that I am "one of the family..."
I looked over at N going through his long lines of fans & suddenly realized: "THIS is how the man gets his 'love!!!!' THIS is as close as he can get! And then he has the nerve to complain to me about how 'superficial' it all is & how he really 'has no one???'"
I felt so sad for him! I felt even sadder for us!
I felt wobbly.
So. I got my show-biz hug. He kept looking into my eyes & saying my name - not as badly mangled as before, but still not really correctly.
And I returned several times to his side, had a few superficial words and, of COURSE, never gave any indication that I was hurting or angry!
Finally, we were completely alone for a few seconds. I motioned to him to come closer & whispered in his ear, which he seems to love like a cat being caressed under its chin: felt I had ABSOLUTELY nothing to lose & expected the worst...
"Can we have some 'quality time?'" I made sure to use a neutral, non-threatening tone of voice. I expected him to come up with some kind of protest or excuse about being too busy right now etc. (Even as wobbly as I am, I would think I could tell that if "it" looks like *rejection* "it* IS *rejection...*)
SO, was completely taken aback by his immediate, unhesitating, WARM, direct response: "When?" he asked.
And instead of coming up with something constructive, instead of saying what I wanted to say, which was "how about NOW????" I responded with: "I dunno - YOU'RE the one with the killer schedule..."
Well, y'all, he didn't take that too well & THAT's when the grumbling started.
"OK," I said, "I will just wait. You are worth waiting for."
He leaned over to pick up an electrical cord & said very quietly, "I'm glad you feel that way."
So I went home alone, angry, hurt, confused.
Left him a message from my cellphone suggesting that we go to the beach for a long meditation walk. Sounded wistful but not upset when I added that it seemed like we might not be in touch with eachother for a while & oh well...
Just KNEW I wouldn't get a response, so did something to help myself "save face" & bring me some closure. Left him another message later that said, "I don;t think this will be a beach day... I have some thinking to do - I have to figure out what I am thinking & I have to figure out what I am feeling. So, when I am finished, I will be in touch..."
And that's where Y'ALL come in:
I think we can safely say that this whole situation is not healthy for me, is not validating for me, is not going to get better any time soon... (I think that any progress we made over the last year was significantly undermined when N's apartment began to be gut-renovated & he couldn't find a better alternative than to remain where he was the entire time. Having your home dismantled around you would be a horror for anyone, but for trauma survivors like us, it is 10 times worse.)
At any rate. My biggest frustration in being pushed away like this is that I feel de-valued by not being given the chance to be heard. I need to discuss this with him & he will not let me get anywhere near him right now. But I also feel that we cannot just let this go without clearing the air: if he is important to me, heck, if *I* am inportant to me, I need to be able to let N know my feelings. I need to be honest with both of us. But I also need to protect myself from this hurtful dynamic. I may have to just do the unthinkable (the *unfeelable???*") & just GIVE IT UP!!!! But HOW????
SO. Would LOVE to have explicit step-by-step advice from y'all: what, exactly, do I do next???
I am wobbly to the point of paralysis.
OUCH!!!!
And thanks!!!
Had been invited by N via e-mail to one of his gigs that I knew in advance would not be conducive to any real interraction between the two of us.
We hadn't seen eachother since before the Holidays, but had been exchanging a few e-mails: ususally he'd send 2 lines to my 18 & his responses would be written in that funny show-biz "warmth" that means nothing. I had sent several messages pertaining to my own PTSD - and they were met with complete silence, so either he absorbed the messages or was unable to deal with them at all. And - this is strange in & of itself, because one of the reasons for his iconic stature within our circles is that he can listen so sympathetically to other people's troubles, comfort & commiserate AND he remembers every single detail: except, it would seem, where I am concerned...
The responses I received to my e-mail messages were either about ( 1 ) where we would next meet OR ( 2 ) to spiritual/ mystical matters & references which I am studying & appear to fascinate him.
So. Anyway. You all get the picture...
I arrived a few minutes later at the gig to find him wading through the crowd & greeting people. (The other band members were off in their "green room." N. was the only one "working the crowd.")
I know he saw me immediately as I entered the room, but he persisted in greeting every single person who was in front of me, forcing me to wait on a "receiving line" to get to him. It was unnerving to say the least. (At one point in our "relationship" before we had our 6-yr. break-up, I actually thought I was delusional! If he treats me like just another one of his damned "party friends" where did I ever get the idea that there was ever anything between us??? Oh - I was in agony over this before the split: I thought I was insane! But subsequently, when we got back in contact again, I realized that the source of my thinking had come directly from N himself - I was not/ am not insane! I was not/ am not just another "party friend.)
Then it was finally MY turn (Maybe I should've kissed the hem of his robe????) & he did something COMPLETELY bizarre - even for an advanced wobbler like myself it was incomprehensible!!! He reached out across a small table, took both of my hands in his - with a touch so ghostly that I wouldn't have been sure it was there had my eyes been shut - he looked straight into my eyes and said, "Hello, Jxx-XXX-xx!" MISPRONOUNCING MY NAME by accenting the wrong sylLABBle! WHOA!!!! It's been over a year since he knew I changed it, and even though he has been saying the name with an American accent, it's been fine all this time! UGH UGH UGH!!! Talk about invalidation! This was horrible! (I figured out later in the evening that what he had been trying to do was to actually *perfect* his pronounciation of the name, but all the rationalization in the world can't undo the damage.)
The band's performance was wonderful - and all throughout, N looked ecstatically, glowingly happy. Although I stood in the back, I caught him looking into my eyes throughout the evening. And, good wobbler that I am, I kept that glazed smile on my face all night long. I was even able to relax a little bit to be able to dance - and for me, this is a big breakthrough because dance has been a trigger for my PTSD symptoms for a while.
So. After the performance, I ended up on another receiving line. Had to endure all of his show-biz hugs administered to another long line of well-wishers. Noticed that everyone he encountered was doing most of the talking & he was apparently soothing them with his smile. None of the other band members were being smothered with this kind of attention... AND when I was able to get next to them, they spent a lot of time with me - made it clear that I am "one of the family..."
I looked over at N going through his long lines of fans & suddenly realized: "THIS is how the man gets his 'love!!!!' THIS is as close as he can get! And then he has the nerve to complain to me about how 'superficial' it all is & how he really 'has no one???'"
I felt so sad for him! I felt even sadder for us!
I felt wobbly.
So. I got my show-biz hug. He kept looking into my eyes & saying my name - not as badly mangled as before, but still not really correctly.
And I returned several times to his side, had a few superficial words and, of COURSE, never gave any indication that I was hurting or angry!
Finally, we were completely alone for a few seconds. I motioned to him to come closer & whispered in his ear, which he seems to love like a cat being caressed under its chin: felt I had ABSOLUTELY nothing to lose & expected the worst...
"Can we have some 'quality time?'" I made sure to use a neutral, non-threatening tone of voice. I expected him to come up with some kind of protest or excuse about being too busy right now etc. (Even as wobbly as I am, I would think I could tell that if "it" looks like *rejection* "it* IS *rejection...*)
SO, was completely taken aback by his immediate, unhesitating, WARM, direct response: "When?" he asked.
And instead of coming up with something constructive, instead of saying what I wanted to say, which was "how about NOW????" I responded with: "I dunno - YOU'RE the one with the killer schedule..."
Well, y'all, he didn't take that too well & THAT's when the grumbling started.
"OK," I said, "I will just wait. You are worth waiting for."
He leaned over to pick up an electrical cord & said very quietly, "I'm glad you feel that way."
So I went home alone, angry, hurt, confused.
Left him a message from my cellphone suggesting that we go to the beach for a long meditation walk. Sounded wistful but not upset when I added that it seemed like we might not be in touch with eachother for a while & oh well...
Just KNEW I wouldn't get a response, so did something to help myself "save face" & bring me some closure. Left him another message later that said, "I don;t think this will be a beach day... I have some thinking to do - I have to figure out what I am thinking & I have to figure out what I am feeling. So, when I am finished, I will be in touch..."
And that's where Y'ALL come in:
I think we can safely say that this whole situation is not healthy for me, is not validating for me, is not going to get better any time soon... (I think that any progress we made over the last year was significantly undermined when N's apartment began to be gut-renovated & he couldn't find a better alternative than to remain where he was the entire time. Having your home dismantled around you would be a horror for anyone, but for trauma survivors like us, it is 10 times worse.)
At any rate. My biggest frustration in being pushed away like this is that I feel de-valued by not being given the chance to be heard. I need to discuss this with him & he will not let me get anywhere near him right now. But I also feel that we cannot just let this go without clearing the air: if he is important to me, heck, if *I* am inportant to me, I need to be able to let N know my feelings. I need to be honest with both of us. But I also need to protect myself from this hurtful dynamic. I may have to just do the unthinkable (the *unfeelable???*") & just GIVE IT UP!!!! But HOW????
SO. Would LOVE to have explicit step-by-step advice from y'all: what, exactly, do I do next???
I am wobbly to the point of paralysis.
OUCH!!!!
And thanks!!!