GoodPersonEffed
Brevity is my middle name, but my name was TL
- Jan 11, 2020
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My parents cut off contact with me several years ago when I refused to accept the family narrative and placed on them responsibility for the physical and psychological damages of long-term childhood abuse.
As I prepare for cbt, responsibilities are going to fall on them as I do not have anyone else to name as an executor.
I wrote drafts of letters to absolve them of responsibility for my choice as it does not have to do with them. I got writer's cramp. And I realized that no matter what I say, they will as always hear it through their own distorted filters, and will naturally absolve themselves just as they did with the abuse.
I have written and re-written drafts of instructions for how best to manage all details in order to make it easier for them. I have enough money saved to cover all of their expenses. I considered sending them the bulk of the money via Westen Union, but realized that if I survive, I will no longer have access to the financial resources I have made efforts to put aside and will need.
I have the conscientious desire to take care of my responsibilities, but I realize I am expending a lot of effort for their well-being when they have not done the same for mine.
It is not my way to seek revenge. I find that such efforts harm me rather than restoring balance, and make me vulnerable to more harm. A decision to allow them to deal with the practicalities post-ctb, using their own mental and emotional resources, seems the wisest and most reasonable course of action, free of ill intentions toward them, and free of wasted efforts they will not appreciate.
I realized that if I tell them I don't want an obituary, they will be more likely to override my wish. If I say nothing, they will likely not publish one out of resentment.
I have shared with many others on this forum versions of an allegory from the book Boundaries which I find helpful:
Each of our lives is our own yard. We are responsible for maintaining our own yards. Sometimes we need others' help as part of the reciprocal nature of being social animals. This requires that others use their resources to temporarily water our yards, and we use our resources to temporarily water theirs. But at some point, if they don't like the condition of their yard, they need to use their own resources to take care of it or they will never be motivated to, because someone else is always watering their yard for them. Maybe they're okay with having a shitty yard, and we have to be okay with that and focus on the condition of our own. Sometimes we put so much of our resources into others' yards that we don't have enough for our own, and then we either have to take back the hose and water our own yard or end up with a shitty yard ourselves.
I've decided to apply the advice to my own situation. I'm taking back my hose and letting them deal with what's in their yard with their own resources.
I cannot help that something from my yard ends up in theirs or I would. They chose to adopt me, and they are legally responsible for the body I leave behind and tying up the final details of my life. Any loving or conscientious effort I put forth to tend to what ends up in their yard is wasted effort. If I give my last drops of water, they will perceive it as a foreign substance.
My default is to think about how they will feel as they deal with the burdens and challenges, along with pain they will feel, even though that pain has to do with them, with how they perceive themselves and me, not with me as who I am. So I'm having to work to redirect my focus to myself. I am not committing a selfish act but a logical one. To continue to live solely to ease their load is to serve their selfishness and their illusions. To try to make the situation easier for them does the same.
Because I am not vengeful, this is not satisfying. There is no satisfying solution. But at least I recognize what's not in my yard and what is. Seems I keep progressing as the best person I can be even as I focus my efforts on ending my life.
Thank you for reading.
Support welcome.
Edit: The title is misleading. This post was on the process of making the decision. It is already made. No letter, no instructions. Freedom.
As I prepare for cbt, responsibilities are going to fall on them as I do not have anyone else to name as an executor.
I wrote drafts of letters to absolve them of responsibility for my choice as it does not have to do with them. I got writer's cramp. And I realized that no matter what I say, they will as always hear it through their own distorted filters, and will naturally absolve themselves just as they did with the abuse.
I have written and re-written drafts of instructions for how best to manage all details in order to make it easier for them. I have enough money saved to cover all of their expenses. I considered sending them the bulk of the money via Westen Union, but realized that if I survive, I will no longer have access to the financial resources I have made efforts to put aside and will need.
I have the conscientious desire to take care of my responsibilities, but I realize I am expending a lot of effort for their well-being when they have not done the same for mine.
It is not my way to seek revenge. I find that such efforts harm me rather than restoring balance, and make me vulnerable to more harm. A decision to allow them to deal with the practicalities post-ctb, using their own mental and emotional resources, seems the wisest and most reasonable course of action, free of ill intentions toward them, and free of wasted efforts they will not appreciate.
I realized that if I tell them I don't want an obituary, they will be more likely to override my wish. If I say nothing, they will likely not publish one out of resentment.
I have shared with many others on this forum versions of an allegory from the book Boundaries which I find helpful:
Each of our lives is our own yard. We are responsible for maintaining our own yards. Sometimes we need others' help as part of the reciprocal nature of being social animals. This requires that others use their resources to temporarily water our yards, and we use our resources to temporarily water theirs. But at some point, if they don't like the condition of their yard, they need to use their own resources to take care of it or they will never be motivated to, because someone else is always watering their yard for them. Maybe they're okay with having a shitty yard, and we have to be okay with that and focus on the condition of our own. Sometimes we put so much of our resources into others' yards that we don't have enough for our own, and then we either have to take back the hose and water our own yard or end up with a shitty yard ourselves.
I've decided to apply the advice to my own situation. I'm taking back my hose and letting them deal with what's in their yard with their own resources.
I cannot help that something from my yard ends up in theirs or I would. They chose to adopt me, and they are legally responsible for the body I leave behind and tying up the final details of my life. Any loving or conscientious effort I put forth to tend to what ends up in their yard is wasted effort. If I give my last drops of water, they will perceive it as a foreign substance.
My default is to think about how they will feel as they deal with the burdens and challenges, along with pain they will feel, even though that pain has to do with them, with how they perceive themselves and me, not with me as who I am. So I'm having to work to redirect my focus to myself. I am not committing a selfish act but a logical one. To continue to live solely to ease their load is to serve their selfishness and their illusions. To try to make the situation easier for them does the same.
Because I am not vengeful, this is not satisfying. There is no satisfying solution. But at least I recognize what's not in my yard and what is. Seems I keep progressing as the best person I can be even as I focus my efforts on ending my life.
Thank you for reading.
Support welcome.
Edit: The title is misleading. This post was on the process of making the decision. It is already made. No letter, no instructions. Freedom.
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