Lockit -> RE: Challenges and fear (11/16/2011 12:20:44 PM)
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This is a very good read! Hopefully you won't mind my input whether it says much of anything or not. lol I'm not sadistic, but I do have my moments and they most often come in the form of a mental or emotional challenge. I do get pleasure in finding a way to meet an emotional or mental issue, finding a solution by knowing my guy or even children and bringing them to a place where they are more comfortable in their own skin... life in general and finding happiness where something else interfered. I have been known to expect someone to face whatever it is and called sadistic... until we have success anyway. I've had my own fears and even as a child didn't like being afraid. I would stand up and say... you can't beat me(!) and would face my fear. However, I did allow myself some fears, knowing at one point I would have to face them, but still challenged with one or two of them. One would be rattle snakes and the other heights. You push me on them and you may end up rather dead! lol You approach the right way and I will be okay with it. So as a dominant and a parent dealing with many fears in the people I have loved... I had to approach the right way. I had to know them well enough to determine what the right way was. So far, I've done well with that... but... I could one day face a situation where I am wrong and not successful and I am not so stupid that I won't consider that! Fear is a mighty force and can lead to a lot of other things that will hinder a person. From intimacy issues to life wounds or real fearful situations, I believe for the most part, if it hinders freedom or happiness or creates problems for us, it needs to be addressed. One of mine used to hide behind a hat and his hair. He would cover his face, a lovely face it was and would hide somehow hiding from whatever made him fearful. I knew what all it was and worked with him for a long time, yet still he held on to the fear. Finally I knew it was time, he wasn't going to get there himself. He had to look himself in the mirror and the hat and hair were a way of not doing that and were a symbol of self protection he held on to. He was brave on many fronts... this was just something he used as a crutch in ways. So... when I knew it was do or die... I cut his hair and took all his hats. He would only get them back when he had overcome. I think he hated me for about a day. lol Soon he wasn't hiding in any way. He was smiling and had faced what he feared and was glad he no longer needed a crutch that really wasn't very effective anyway. It might seem like a little thing to many, but to him it wasn't a little thing. It hindered self confidence, kept him from being free and happy and played a part in many things in life. As for my own fear... I will even set the stage to face whatever it is. Even to the point of asking a partner to help me deal. Bring a snake close... not a rattle snake of course... but any snake... make a rattle sound... let me touch it... but make sure when I start to freak... gently and slowly remove it. When I called myself the Ice Princess because I couldn't feel or allow myself to feel... no one knew it until a friend of a friend saw it. I knew it was a lack of trust based in fear. I was young and because this guy saw it, I knew I had to address it and couldn't hide from it anymore. How to trust? I asked myself how to trust when you couldn't trust, for a week. I then determined... you just do it. You put yourself out there, don't focus on the fear... I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Be more afraid of having the fear than healing it. I don't mean to simplify fear... there is nothing simple about it or its cure... but a willingness to face it and discover where it comes from and bravery enough to meet it, even slowly, year after year... is all I ask. Speaking of hair... lol... in the last year my hair was to my hips and yes, I did sometimes hide behind it. It was sexy and that too became a point of contention for me. Would I feel sexy without it? Was I hiding behind it somehow? I mean... its only fair that I face things as I expect someone else to face them. So I cut it... to the middle of my back. Not enough, I still had sexy hair. So I cut it shorter... not enough... then shorter again. My god I hated it! ROFL! Now I struggle with age and an old hair cut... nothing to hide behind now... so I guess I better find a way or work on that damn personality thing! lol Never again... I shaved my head when my mom had brain surgery. I loved it, everyone loved it.. but damn if I wasn't fourteen years younger! This old lady thing.. minus the hair... I am still going to have to face and deal with! Damn it! [:D]
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