There was some pre-reunion dustups about plans and the reunion was almost canceled. My husband's oldest brother is not the most self-aware person you ever met. Heart of gold, but very much acts out of his own woundedness of which he is blithely unaware, blaming all his projections on other people. so it started a bit tense.
I have really been struggling physically some of which is due to some disc problems caused by arthritis but also by being at the highest weight of my life. I am significantly overweight and it truly is interfering with my ability to do a lot.
Well the first thing we did at the fair was be surprised with an elephant ride by my BIL. I really didn't want to climb on not feeling up for it, but everyone was being very insistant, especially my BILs. At one point, I very clearly stated that I really did not want to do it but they kept pushing so I went along (very very frustrated with myself for that one). It took so long to get everyone on the elephant and got so ridiculous that total stranger were taking pictures (and yes, I could hear the stories about who was fatter? the elephant or the woman getting on him running through my head). We got through it and in the end everyone laughed about it, but it kind of set me up to be self-conscious for the rest of the day.
I have finally been digging into body issues in therapy and have been hitting some very deep work, including flashbacks and fighting dissociation in session. The last three sessions (I am back to weekly sessions) have been brutal, so I am feeling fairly raw and exposed. Knowing that I was trying to be careful.
Well at one point in the afternoon, after I struggled to get up from sitting on some steps, my clueless BIL decided to pull me aside, in front of everyone I might add, and talk to me about how important it was for me to lose weight (he recently lost about 50 lbs which in his world means everyone else has to lose weight too.) I was standing there smiling and nodding (trying to get along) but what i was thinking was are you f'ing serious? Do you think I don't own a mirror? do you think I'm too stupid to know that losing weight wouldn't be good for my health? Do you think I don't understand nutrition? I did stand up enough for myself to tell him I was addressing the issue in therapy and was getting there as quickly as I could (which ended the conversation as my BIL thinks therapy is a bunch of hooey AND gets uncomfortable with emotions.)
Once we all got on the move, a shame storm hit. I was really struggling to keep my composure and not burst out crying, while waves of self-loathing and self-hate were rolling over me. My husband picked up on it and did a great job coming alongside of me and just lending a quiet support. Since my T and I had been discussing the subject at my last session, I was hanging on to realizing that these feelings were wrong, but it was a tough half an hour or so before i felt reasonably composed.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night and had gotten over being hurt. Now I was just pissed. Weirdly enough, I really do get that my BIL talked to me out of genuine concern for my well-being but I am tired and sick to death of being judged for something that has such complex roots and is so terrifying and difficult to face. I am working so hard to understand and truly accept that I am worthwhile and loveable with good qualities just as I am so that I can love myself enough and accept my body as part of myself that needs to be taken care of instead of punished. And I am doing that as fast as I can. So leave me the f--- alone. This is hard enough and painful enough without someone clueless stumbling into the middle of it and reducing it to "you just have to do it." It makes me want to sit him down and explain in exquisite detail every memory I've recovered of what my father did to me and how it made me feel and then ask him to explain to me what I'm doing wrong. I'm really angry, at him and my father, and needed to vent. Thanks.
On the upside, I know what I'm going to talk about in my next session.
AG