"Wrong" Finale

I finally got it!!! I'm so excited!!!

Eva Sim-Zabka, my dear friend, colleague and possibility coach, coached me through the final piece of this last night. She is so good!

After my youngest sister was born, we moved, so I can place the creation of this life-long issue at age 8. At that time, I remember lying awake at night terrified. I had never been afraid of the dark or sleeping alone before, and I am sure that by age 8, my fear of going to bed alone would've been dismissed by my parents as unfounded. Still, I remember crawling into bed with my mom sometimes at that house, but have no memories of doing that at any of the other houses we had lived in. (Funny how I never before realized that the nighttime fears started here.)

That was also the period of time when I became unable to ask my Dad for help with homework (math) without bursting into uncontrollable tears. Up until now, I never knew why.

I also remember worrying that my mom & dad might get a divorce. I had probably seen Parent Trap, so I knew what divorce was. It was not very common back then, and I can't imagine having to choose between parents, especially with my need for my dad's approval. My older sister still says she wasn't aware that the folks were having problems. Later, as adults, we learned they definitely were. So, since my room was adjacent to theirs, I must've been close enough to hear them argue at night, but I have no actual memory of anything they said. Still, I can't imagine a kid in the next room missing the tone of voice or the rumbling sounds of anger.

Eva pointed out that since during the day no one talked about it, and my mom & dad pretended everything was fine, I would've felt isolated. That was so true! I'd finally been heard and understood!

Right then I got that's why I have to do everything myself. And if everything (survival) depends on me, I can't be wrong! There it was: "You can't be wrong!" The threatening mandate, or "program" that ran my life until now. And I can see why--an 8-year old kid who can't be wrong? That's so scary! Wrong instantaneously became collapsed with dangerous (wrong =dangerous), and wrong became my biggest fear.

Now, here's how right kids are: Back at that time, I started deliberately opening my curtains at night. That is so symbolic! Even though I was terrified of what might be outside in the dark, I would force myself to open the curtains. It was scary, but I had to know. After I would look, I remained watchful of the window, but could at least go to sleep. As a kid, I knew what I needed--concerning my fear of the night, my fear of divorce, and my fears in life. Now that I get it, I can see that I continued to act out the communication, "I need to know," throughout my life.

No wonder I had to know everything! No wonder I became a fretful perfectionist! No wonder I had to do everything myself! No wonder I had to be right and couldn't stand criticism! No wonder I went into my own world! That's too much power for a kid--dangerous to be wrong!

Crazy. Here I was at the ripe old age of 8--dangerous. No wonder I had a thing about safety! "I" wasn't safe. One of the reasons I married my husband was because I felt safe. It's no surprise I had a focus on safety in my art conservation career and PTA work, and Language of Listening: SAY WHAT YOU SEE and Power Playtime make it safe for kids to "be."

My new thoughts today are: "I am not afraid," and "The only way to be wrong in writing the second half of the SAY WHAT YOU SEE book is not to write it at all."

The threat "You can't be wrong!" shifted to the relief "You can't be wrong!" because that kind of wrong (wrong=dangerous) doesn't exist in the first place. Same words, completely different meaning. Nice!

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Wrong continues to show up in how important it is for me to "make people right." I can't tell you how often I reword my statements, even in short little emails, to avoid any hint of criticism. I've gotten so good at it, that some people think it comes naturally to me. With kids it does, but not with adults. And so what do I do? Teach parents and teachers how to see that kids are always right somehow! And I use extreme acceptance to coach myself through breakthroughs.

Acceptance and right are closely linked to me. I wonder if that's a collapse, too. If right=liking=acceptance=happy, that would be consistent with wrong=not liking=rejection=anger. Why not? I spent most my life with the collapse anger=rejection inherited from my mother whose dementia is revealing all sorts of family belief patterns. Anger=rejection is a big one; she now threatens to push people down when she gets mad at them -- a pretty physical display of rejection. It seems to me that anger and "wrong" are completely tied together in my family. Nothing will tick me off faster than "wrong" things.

Next?

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You should read tchow's response to "Wrong 3:"

"...At this point, there is no concept of 'right'or 'wrong' in one's head. The challenge of deciding between the two is gone and all I'm left with is raw, unaltered and pure experience..."

That's exactly what I would like to do here--provide a public forum for sharing of breakthroughs and insights, and in so doing deepen our insights and generate more breakthroughs like that for us all.

One other thing I would love to know from tchow and you is, "To what do you attribute your insights and breakthroughs?" While I have the same opinion of "right" and "wrong" as tchow, it currently rests as an awareness and requires conscious focus to disregard. Somehow he adapted his realizations to everyday life and now lives from them without effort. It's just how he sees the world. That's a breakthrough.

The best avenue for me is a kind of extreme acceptance and inquiry into how a belief works for me, as I'm sharing in my YouTubes (see sidebar -- more to come next month.) How about you?

Sometimes my unconscious beliefs peek out in conversations with others. For example, a friend just brought up independence. When I started to look at that one today, my first thought was, I don't have an issue with that, but what the heck, I'll look. I am already amazed at the awareness it has brought. And as suspected, it is related to my current line of inquiry into "wrong." So far I can see "wrong" as a super power I use to remain independent, but it's also my Kryptonite. More on that later.

BTW, if you're wondering what this is all about, this blog is far more than a mental exercise (though that's fun, too). It's about creating a world where we all can live together at ease and in mutual support with permission to be as great as we knew we were when we were small children, before "wrong" entered our minds.

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Applying more logic to the collapse equation -- if things have to be wrong for me to not like them, then clearly I believe I have to like everything. Dang-it! It's so true. Just like Betsyyyy said in her comment on the previous entry "Wrong!"

Funny how you can know you think something, but not really know you think it until you see it from another perspective.

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This morning I realized that not only do I not like everything that is "wrong," (of course, how could I?) but it goes the other way, too. Everything I don't like is just plain "wrong."

Here's the equation for the collapsed concepts: not liking = wrong. Interesting how completely true this is for me.

I've got to do a YouTube segment on this.

[Look at that! Mixed fonts. That's just plain wrong!]

Wrong!

I'm working on a new breakthrough around the concept "wrong." So far I've been able to see how it works in relationship to my childhood inability to say what I don't like. If I make something wrong, then I'm justified in not liking it. Ta-Da! That's as far as I've gotten, but I can see it's the core of judgment in my life.

Perhaps it will stir some thoughts in you that you could share, though I have to tell you, this one has been no fun. Everything is showing up "wrong" right now and guess what, "I don't like it!"

Normalizing and Amazing-ing

My new video posted on YouTube talks about how we can make normal things go from gray to amazing. Sorry Ohio--all those years I missed how amazing you really are, but I enjoy you immensely now, every five years when I go back for high school reunions. Especially the trees!

What have you made normal? What have you made amazing?