sunshinemiss -> RE: Slaves and entitlement of emotions (8/2/2008 8:50:54 AM)
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Hi Surrender, *edited to remove a non sequiter I've been with someone where I couldn't express myself. I went slowly crazy and had to walk away. No, not walk, I slammed the door and ran in order to preserve myself. I told him he was HARMING me by not letting me express myself - I was on speech and writing restrictions for 2 months and thought I was gonna die. When I left, my emotions just tumbled out of me in great gushing waves. I learned pretty quickly that I can't be with a man who has no regard for the emotions of a slave. Yes, he told me on several occasions that I was being selfish and not a good slave because I had some fears come up. Since then, I found a wonderful man who believes in emotional clarity, and he loves mental bondage. He couldn't hold me in slavery if I didn't share what is going on for me. In the beginning I just poured out every little emotion I had, and he enjoyed the process of getting to know me. After awhile, he would very subtly give me ideas of how to handle things that frustrated me - keeping my keys in one place every day, keeping a calendar, setting extra alarms on my phone to remind me to do something. Practical things that decreased my frustrations and then we could get to meatier issues. He would check in... where are your keys? If they weren't where they were supposed to be, I had to find them and move them. He taught me how to shore up my emotions, handle them and then bring them to him. He read me well, he listened and he saw patterns. When I would be upset or lash out at him or shut down, my punishments were always the strangest things. He made me take a nap, read a book, take some photographs at the park, go for a bike ride, etc. He would tell me that I wasn't taking my "sunshine time" and that was what was getting in the way. He was right. He would tell me to journal about my feelings and then come back to him...I always came back clear about what was going on, and I could articulate it. He realized the truth about me - I live with fear. I don't want to, but it is true. I am sometimes paralyzed by the thought of making a mistake or not knowing what to do first. I used to just get so angry at the situation. If I was angry, it stemmed from fear, if I was sad, it stemmed from fear, if I was hopeful, it stemmed from fear (that was a hard one - how is hope from fear? For me they are combined because of the fear of losing the thing I hope for after I get it). He knew my emotions for what they were, and he became very adept at setting up things for me to do daily - one hour of gentle exercies like riding my bike, yoga, a walk - journaling a few times a week, he even gave me a book to read because he wanted to be able to talk to me about it. These things helped solve the problem of the underlying issue of why I was lashing out. He didn't punish me in any typical way except in the beginning (corner time one time) because he knew I was already punishing myself. His punishment would only add to it. He knew I need to be owned and that by not letting me serve, and taking care of myself (as a service to him) were about all my mind could handle. It was a step by step process. He saw the potential in me, my deep need to serve, and my willingness to grow into who I truly am. And then he took the time to strip away the falsities that were weighing me down. We are no longer together, but he still is my good friend and we talk on the phone frequently and chat on line, and he still tells me - go to the Farmer's Market. You need to buy yourself some flowers. *smiles So was I permitted? Oh yes absolutely permitted and expected. Could my emotions run rampant? Heck no. I still had to be respectful. If my fear was overwhelming me, he would hold me close and let me cry. But I was always able to find the fear under the rage. The rage was not permitted, but the true fear beneath it was. I apologize if I went on too long. I just wanted to be able to do for you what you've done for me. *smiles I wish you well, sunshine
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