{"id":91,"date":"2021-08-29T02:35:47","date_gmt":"2021-08-29T02:35:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/insidemylockdown.com\/?p=91"},"modified":"2021-08-29T02:36:14","modified_gmt":"2021-08-29T02:36:14","slug":"self-respect-what-the-hell-is-that","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/insidemylockdown.com\/?p=91","title":{"rendered":"Self-Respect, What the Hell is That?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>There\u2019s an Instagram account I follow, @survivingchildhoodtrauma, that posts daily writing prompts about trauma and recovery. I always read and think about them, but I\u2019ve never written in response to one before. Until now. And not because I feel inspired, but because I feel called out and ashamed. And just sad.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow do I show myself respect? What boundaries or choices do I make each day that are from a place of self-respect?\u201d&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And I realized, I don\u2019t. What I need, what I want, what I feel, all sacrificed to keeping the peace and being useful. Because I am not as important as others. Because my value comes from being essential to others. Because I have been taught that it is wrong for me to want things for myself, even things that are important or essential. Total self-sacrifice.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Obviously, as a partner, parent, and step-parent, I cannot simply do what I want, when I want; a certain amount of self-sacrifice is necessary, but I think I could still respect myself in the midst of those sacrifices.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019ve done this for so long, I don\u2019t even know how to identify what I actually need or want.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Another account, @notesfromyourtherapist, recently posted \u201cEveryone has patterns of behaviour with others based on what you had to do as a kid to feel safe.\u201d This is so true. In order to feel safe in my own home growing up, I had to be silent, always in control of myself, always ready to drop everything and do what others wanted\/needed, mature, sensitive to (and accommodating of) the moods of everyone around me, not requiring anything from my parents, accommodating everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I could not honour myself or my needs. I could not need. So I could not feel. I could not dream. I could not desire.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had to be ready at a moment\u2019s notice to be whatever they needed me to be. It\u2019s difficult to honour yourself, to respect yourself, to give a damn about yourself.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But then I find myself desperate to defend myself, to exert my \u201cselfness,\u201d and I end up lashing out or getting defensive at the worst times. And then all I have is guilt. And feel worse about myself than when I started.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So then I feel like trying to stand up for myself isn\u2019t worth it, and I suppress myself again for a long period of time.\u00a0Until it boils over again, feeling like I&#8217;m drowning or vanishing, panicking, lashing out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>How do I show myself respect? Easy.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don\u2019t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s an Instagram account I follow, @survivingchildhoodtrauma, that posts daily writing prompts about trauma and recovery. I always read and think about them, but I\u2019ve never written in response to one before. Until now. And not because I feel inspired, but because I feel called out and ashamed. 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