Stuck in a Pattern (Our Life Story)
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We have a few who are stuck in a pattern of feeling hopeless. They carry the pain of our past and live in it as if the past were still in the present. After many disappointments in life, they have either lost hope or have never found hope in the first place. They are convinced because of the depth of our hurt and the choices we have made, things will never get better for us. And no matter how unbearable their pain is, they hold onto it with every ounce of effort, because to them moving forward into the unknown risks an even greater hurt than they now experience.

This has been going on for four or five years now. It affects more than just the system members in question; it drags us all down, and it makes our quality of life miserable. Outsiders would say that we have a good life - a job in Manhattan that pays well, financial stability, reasonably good health, and family we get along with. But this is by no means a complete picture.

Our parents were young and inexperienced. Our mother was multiple and didn't even know it. Our parents tried hard and succeeded in a number of ways, but they also made a number of mistakes. We never got the nurturing we needed from our mother, and we needed a great deal of it. We went from being a very insecure child to an insecure, depressed, angry adolescent to an insecure, depressed, angry adult. We attended the college that our mother attended because we had no idea what to do with ourselves. We transferred schools and moved three hours away for the latter two years. We changed our major twice and our minor three times. We graduated with a completely useless degree and no marketable skills.

It was the mid-80s. We had no idea what do do with our life. We went from one temp job to another while (some of us) were dreaming of working in Manhattan. We saw this as some kind of status symbol--wearing a trenchcoat, carrying a briefcase and a cup of coffee, and riding the commuter train. Surely this would mean that we were somebody.

After about four years of dead-end clerical jobs, we finally tried our luck in the Manhattan job market. We couldn't type to save our life; we had printed all our college papers by hand. It took us eight weeks to complete a two-week typing course, and even then we were terrible at it. Yet somehow we landed an administrative job in a very well-known nonprofit. And we stayed there.

This was the beginning of our awakening.

We plodded along at work and spent our spare time in community theater, mainly working as a stagehand. Looking back a number of years later, we realized that some of us were frustrated artists and performers, and this was their questionably successful way of pursuing their dream. Others pursued religion, something we lacked in childhood because our mother opposed it. In the context of our theater group, we had an unspeakably triggering experience that nearly destroyed us, and it was our religious friends that got us through it. Going through a formal process with these friends was something that some of us wanted dearly and others opposed, but we went through it anyway, because it seemed like this was the only good thing in our life.

After the SA, it took us about five years to feel human again. By that time we realized that we not only hated our job, we hated the commuting and the whole Manhattan experience. But we saw ourselves as having few options. We could quit our job and risk poverty and homelessness, or we could continue working at a job and a lifestyle that made us miserable. We chose the latter. As one theater friend once said, "It's lonely at the top, but you eat better."

It was about that time that we discovered the Internet and bought our first computer, a Dell with 4MB of RAM and a 1GB hard drive. The Internet of 1995 consisted of CompuServe, AOL, and Prodigy; a vast, reddit-like network of Usenet newsgroups served up any topic a person could think of, from the ridiculously quirky to the unspeakably obscene. We stuck to self-help groups. For those foolish enough to believe that the future of the Internet lay on the Web, the Netscape browser held 70 percent of the market.

We had CompuServe, AOL, *and* a third ISP. It was that fact (and two trips to Disney World in three years) that eventually got us $12,000.00 in debt. Meanwhile, as we continued at the job and the commute that we hated, we found an online group for survivors. We made friends that seemed to understand us. Some of those friends were multiple. This was the next life-changing experience since that awful time in 1989, but it was definitely for the better.

It was then that insiders began to present themselves from within. We went from five at the beginning to 13 several months later when we decided to pick a system name to use on AOL. MakersDozn reperesented the 13 of us; the missing vowel arose from the fact that at the time, AOL had a 10-character limit on screen names. The next few years saw us through a number of ups and downs: abandoning religion, discovering six or seven more insiders per year, locating a therapist who actually knew what she was doing and who helped us, and our one and only hospitalization. The latter was our choice. To solidify our chances of being admitted, we wore a t-shirt that read, "I Do What The Voices In My Head Tell Me To Do."

Fast forward through the building of our own website, the running of several forums and blogs, our abandonment of AOL and CompuServe, successful completion of a debt-relief program and, most importantly, the discovery of everybody in our system by 2003. Our therapist retired a year later, but not before finding us a new therapist first. We're still with the second one. Then four years of medication problems with us finally setting things right and coming out of the fog around 2009.

It was as if a light had been turned on, and we were beginning to see ourselves as we really were. We didn't like a lot of what we saw. We didn't like the way we'd pigeonholed ourselves and each other, and we didn't like the life that we'd carved out for ourselves. We still had the same job, and we still hated it, despite the fact that we'd taken on more responsibility and had been compensated for it. The whole lifestyle still made us tremendously unhappy. And going through the muck of our therapy, plus additional family responsibility, made it even harder for us.

And here we are. Stuck in the same rut we've been stuck in forever. Some of us have hope, but as we said, others don't. It's like a tug-of-war between hope and hopelessness. It results in us seeming to go nowhere, or at most, taking steps that are so maddeningly miniscule that we have to fight to resist giving up.

We don't know if we're ever going to be able to work through this. At times all we can do is simply hang on.

MDs
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11-27-2014, 08:49 PM
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Hi, MDs--Even thought the history and trajectory of our lives are very different from yours, we can relate to many of these dynamics--the insiders stuck in the past, the tug-of-war between hope and hopelessness, the feeling that we will never work through all this--all "normal" for those of us with a traumatic past, I believe. This phrase especially resonates: "And here we are. Stuck in the same rut we've been stuck in forever." And I'm sure this time of year and the holidays trigger more things into a higher gear, even if you have some positive family dynamics and support. I wish I could say it gets better; I only can hope it does, for all our sakes! Hang in there, and thanks for sharing your story.
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Thanks for writing back, orek. Writing and telling our story was very cathartic. We also posted it on our blog and on another site for multiples. No, wait, two other sites.

One of the things that's happened as a result of our father's passing (and us having to help clean out his house) is that we're realizing how important it is to get rid of some of the stuff we've accumulated in our own home. Our parents' house has nine rooms and 54 years of stuff, including the 14 years since our mother died.

Our apartment is only 425 square feet, but the principle is the same. Our mother was a hoarder, and we swore that we wouldn't end up like her. Granted, we only have about a fourth of the space that she had, and our tendency to save is nowhere near as extreme. But we still need to change our ways in order to move forward in our healing.

Earlier during this week's staycation we took three piles of magazines and newspapers out to the nearest recycling igloo. At various railroad stations in our township, there are these big, white receptacles that literally look like igloos--minus the entranceway. They're meant for commuters to toss away the day's newspapers, but we've been known to dump large quantities of paper into them.

But despite our trip to the igloo earlier this week, we still had several more piles to throw out. We had two piles of new-agey magzines that some of us had bought at least 15 years ago, promising to read them "someday." Well, not only has "someday" never come, but we've accumulated other "someday" stuff as well--dozens of astrology annuals that all say pretty much the same thing. If we really want to look up that kind of information, we can do it online for free. Reclaiming our living space and our peace of mind is more important.

So today we went back to the igloo with the rest of the magazines and annuals. We had about seven reusable shopping bags filled with them. It was hard for some of us to let go, but we know that we're better off in the long run.

MDs (Laura, mostly)
11-28-2014, 04:06 PM
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