Thursday, September 28, 2023

Feel good, Didivai

 The person I talk to the most is my sister. I was really psyched to know that she is feeling worthless and wondering what she can do to feel "useful" in life. This blog is a daily thought to make her feel good- it could be an incident, a thought, anything- it could concern her, or anything in my daily life. This is something she can check every day- to feel good.


Dear Didivai

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I remember the time when you made me two beautiful dolls from covers of Morton chocolates - I was so happy. It is one of my happy memories.

You are the kindest soul I know- you have taken care of Mashima, Meshomoshay, Kaka and Baba when they needed it, when they couldn't take care of themselves, till they died. You have done so without any feeling of sacrifice, of distress- your love has not reduced when you had to toil hard for Baba in his last days. Show me some more people who have such a golden heart. My ultimate goal in life is to have a heart like yours.

A lonely birthday

I had my 39th birthday today. Nobody wished me in the whole day, nobody even made a coffee for me, nobody even told my kids- my kids did not wish me. People did wish me though- old friends from school and college who somehow still remember- and some people who knew my birthday through facebook, and who wish everyone who has a birthday. My parents and sister and niece and my husband's sister wished me.

That didn't stop me from feeling lonely and unloved though, and growing more and more despondent as the day flew by. Nothing special happened- I didn't tell anybody at work, so it was just the same as the usual day. I am just a year older, with hair that is grey at the roots because I had the vanity to dye it a few times, but have not got any time to do it the past 3 months... I have started having muscular pains already... I have caries in my teeth... and fat in my hips... and I haven't done anything for my family to deserve to be fussed over me in any way, for my kids to make me a card or sing me a birthday song... for my husband to apologise once for having to go away today, send a single message or to try to make up in any way with a card or midnight cake or morning coffee- anything at all.

I don't know much- I am a normal person who just likes being made to feel special one day in her life. But as the psychologist said, look at the positive aspect of things- well there is definitely the fact that it will not be my birthday anymore in 3 hours, so once I finish crying and fall asleep, there is no need for anybody to wish me ever again - simply because it is not my birthday any more!

Wednesday, April 26, 2023

A post-psychotherapy session self-analysis

I had a session with Marzena, my psychologist, today. I thought I had got quite a few thought-provoking ideas, and felt it would be nice to write those somewhere so that I could go through these at will later, when troubled in future and needing help.

When I first entered, Marzena said- “You’ve had a haircut”; I assented, and she complimented me, saying it looked beautiful. I sadly said that my mother was not happy with it, but anyway, nothing would really please her unless my hair was long- I had accepted that years ago… and that my sister said previous haircuts that framed my face suited me more. Marzena was asking whether I myself was happy with my hair… to which I replied that I liked it- but I was never really happy looking at myself in the mirror. Marzena asked if I didn’t think it was polite to tell people their cut is nice even if you felt it was better earlier… and I tried to explain that this is not how it works in the Indian society- politeness is reserved for people who do not matter too much, and usually, for really close friends and relatives, we are expect to give (and receive) genuine comments… it is not unkind, it is just the culture. I would not want or expect my sister to lie to make me feel good.

I was quite distressed about my disagreement with Didivai yesterday, and this was the main topic of conversation today. I should have noted it down yesterday, but procrastinated, so, here I am, filling up my thought diary (with suggestions and ideas from Marzena as well in it).

SITUATION (What were you doing, or what was happening)

Didivai (my sister) was having a conversation with Ma (my mother)- a daily routine over her morning tea- it is 7 am for her and about 9:30 am for Ma. Ma really looks forward to this time as she is lonely and starved for company and conversation quite often. Today, the topic was Geetuma (my aunt)- her misfortunes, how she feels unwanted and unloved where she is staying now, how she is planning to shift to her elder daughter-in-law’s house, but is scared of her DIL’s sudden tantrums when she says innocent things such as “Why are you working so hard, getting up early and cooking, and torturing your daughter rice in the morning, trying to feed her rice, when she would love a sandwich instead?” I was trying to explain some Math to my son who was not listening and being as naughty as possible at this time- I got very annoyed and took the phone and shouted “Why can’t these old people just keep their mouths shut and let their DILs decide what to feed their daughters without their unwelcome interference and suggestions?” Didivai replied that she always thought that old people do, and should, comment and advise their next generations.

Now this irked me, as it was not really true. Didivai has got irritated many times when Ma kept giving suggestions and reminders all the time, similarly, in the past, when her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law kept advising her on how to handle her daughter, her tantrums, her education etc. I understand that Didivai was a very understanding and kind person who never spoke out and always adjusted, thinking of the other person, but that didn’t mean that she Liked the interference. Anyway, the phone call finished, my son was still refusing to do his Math, and I kept simmering in rage -“How can Didivai lie so blatantly!” and wrote a few messages on Whatsapp- beseeching her not to reply- but I saw her “typing” a reply, so I exited the groups that had both of us and blocked her.

 

FEELINGS Specify: e.g. mad, sad, glad, scared, surprised, disgusted.  Rate Feeling: 0-100

1) Mad                                                                         Rating: 80

2) Disgusted                                                                Rating: 60

 

AUTOMATIC THOUGHTS What was going thru your mind just before feeling (See if you can have a thought correspond with each feeling) 

1)      Angry. Didivai is lying to me, she is horrible. Black and white thinking

2)      Disappointed. Didivai thinks I don’t listen to old people. Emotional reasoning.

3)      Sad. Didivai thinks I am selfish. Jumping to conclusions.

4)      Angry. Didivai hates me, I hate her, and I will never talk to Didivai again in my life. Catastrophising.

 

EVIDENCE That Automatic Thought IS TRUE

1) I have heard her complain about Ma, her MIL and SIL- about their constant advice- many times before.

2) She said that “SHE” does not mind people saying things, thus implying that I don’t.

3) No evidence.

4) No evidence.

 

EVIDENCE That Automatic Thought is NOT 100% TRUE

1) She has never been horrible or a pathological liar in the last 45 years that I have known her.

2) She never mentioned my name even once in the conversation.

3) She has never said I am selfish- ever. At least not unless we are fighting.

4) We have fought millions of times, and NEVER stopped talking.

 

MORE BALANCED THOUGHTS (combine Evidence from prior two boxes)

1)    She is a human being, not perfect. She is missing Ma, her MIL is dead, her SIL is a widow and she feels bad for her, and she has always liked her frankness anyway… and so, she has forgotten their bad things, and remembers just the good things.

2)    Didivai has not mentioned me at all in the conversation. It involved totally other people. There is no reason that she should suddenly pass snide remarks.

3)    This too, shall pass, just like our million other fights. Because we love each other, and nothing changes that.

 

RE-RATE FEELINGS NOW 0-100

1) Mad                                                                         Rating: 0

2) Disgusted                                                                Rating: 0

Subsequently, I told Marzena that Didivai talks nonsense all the time but I don’t care much- what bothered me much more was that Dadavai agreed with her. Marzena was trying to suggest that a husband will obviously support a wife, but I said that this was not how it works in our family- and Dadavai would not necessarily support Didivai just because she is his wife if he did not believe I was wrong and she was right. 

Recently, I feel he has been liking me less and less. The first time was also after a fight with Didivai. He said that to console a person, you needed empathy first (I have forgotten the other two steps; note- need to ask and remember). That time also, he agreed with Didivai. And now also, he said that Indian culture is known for everyone caring for a kid, not just the parents… even neighbours cared for and admonish kids.

 

Marzena’s questions:

1.     Does having a different opinion mean he does not love you?

2.     Don’t you think migrants always face this? – two different societies, two sets of expectations…?

3.     Don’t you think even in India things might have changed, that women are speaking up, that daughters-in-law want more independence and nobody would tolerate a neighbour spanking a kid?

I think there are good and bad aspects of everything. Change is inevitable. It is the only truth. My lesson: Do not vocalize without thinking- is this the best way to express this disagreement? Do not type things immediately.

 

My problem: Sometimes I feel I'll die just trying to adjust. I get depressed if I think the old way, my parents' way- so I have learnt to embrace newer ideas, newer methods of parenting- then I feel I am selfish, that there is a big chasm between me and everyone else.