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Conversation with a client (with her permission): "Just the thought of setting a boundary with her brings up guilt, shame, responsibility...my mother has health issues and expects me to do everything for her so she can remain living on her own, when she should be in assisted living. She's had this sort of control over me my whole life." I asked her how she wants it to be. "I just want it to be friendly and kind and caring," she said. “I'd like my mom to give a shit about my life, have respect for me and all I do for her. I have so much resentment towards her that my husband recently pulled me aside to tell me that I'm not doing a good job hiding my contempt. Therein lies the shame and guilt. I don't know how to have that conversation with myself to make it all okay. I swallow everything down until it starts to bubble up again. Rinse. Repeat.” "What if you just allowed yourself to feel resentment and practiced thinking it’s okay?" I asked. “But I hate that I feel resentment and then the shame comes, like how dare I be upset about the way the relationship is.” What if your resentment loves you? What if instead of hating it, you were curious about it? What if you dared to be upset without making yourself wrong? Her eyes widened. Then her entire being relax. Her shoulders dropped. She sighed. She sat back. Supported. "Bring yourself back to what YOU think and feel. Because we know it's highly unlikely that she's going to change. The good news is that she doesn't need to change in order for you to feel...better. The first step is to lean into your desire to feel resentment. And you're over there thinking, 'WHAT? I don't want to feel resentment!' And that's because you think feeling resentment means something is wrong with you and it proves how bad you are. The only thing it proves is that you're human." Allow yourself to feel what you feel. Lean into it. Don't judge yourself. Don't make it mean that there's something wrong with you. See what happens. You might just find the freedom to set some healthy boundaries. Much, much love, Karen Check out my interview on The Art of Imperfect Adulting where I talk about the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back in regards to my relationship with my mother. |
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