Monday, 28 March 2016

Healing... in the Wake of the Jian Ghomeshi Trial

Do most women have Daddy issues?  This is not a rhetorical question.  I’m serious!  As I ponder the outcome of the Jian Ghomeshi trial… an outcome predicted, based on contradictory and inconsistent testimonies by the women who launched the original charges…. it’s a question worth discussing.  

I’ll confess that like many women I know… those who listen to the CBC…. I really liked Jian as a broadcaster.  I looked forward to the old Q and I still miss him on air.  But, I also believe… he did it.  Too many women came forward with similar Jian encounters for me to doubt.  I believe the women's stories because I recognize a familiar ambivalence in their telling and I value anecdotal, qualitative sharing.  But.... I also understand why the testimonies of the women cast legal doubt. Puzzling questions remain as to why the women lied and gave inconsistent testimony.  I believe the answers lie in a psychology of women that we need to understand with intent and seriousness. We owe it to ourselves.  

Marla Levy , in a recent opinion piece she wrote for the Vancouver Sun in response to Jian's verdict, proposes that…. “As outsiders, we don’t have to understand the host of reasons why women delay reporting or maintain contact with an accused…”   I disagreeI think we absolutely do need to understand why women delay reporting, maintain contact with their accusers and can’t provide socially acceptable reasons for doing so.  We need to bring this discussion into the public domain because it’s the reason why intelligent, articulate, accomplished women have difficulty telling consistent stories on the stand.  And, I’m going to propose that they simply don’t understand the reasons themselves.  Otherwise, they would have been more credible.  Therefore, I do agree with Marla when she goes on to say that…we do need to understand that such behaviour is commonplace and has no bearing, legal or otherwise, on the truth of their allegations.” 

“Asking the legal system to tease this out, to get at the truth, may be asking too much…”   Again…. Marla’s right!  The legal system, dependent on empirical and quantitative evidence as it is, is not capable of teasing out the ambiguities of human behavior.  Furthermore, the legal system, grounded as it is in an old school and tired patriarchy, is incapable of understanding or accepting the nuances of female behaviour.  The legal system and those who participate in it seek clarity and a hopeful structure to human behavior that is not inclusive of anecdotal, qualitative testimony.  Rules, that the legal system so desperately seeks to apply to emotionally charged cases, are incompatible with human behaviour. Especially a behaviour under stress. Human behavior is never black and white.  The lines are always ambiguous.  Emotion is mysterious and vague.  It’s grey.  It’s dark.  It’s the scary bits.  And… when rules are applied they are based on male emotions and models of behaviour… not female. 

From my experience, I would say that men are characteristically disinterested in understanding the mysteries of female emotions and behavior.  Afterall, men still stand to benefit the most from societal norms that, despite 50 plus years of a second wave of feminism, are still entrenched in patriarchy.   But, this is a moot point because it would benefit everyone if they… men… could take the scary, but necessary plunge, and ruminate on their own wounded psyche. 

So ladies, here it is.  It‘s contingent on us to consider the origins of our most contradictory behaviors that don’t serve us well.  We need to steal some “me time” and stop trying to understand the children and men in our lives in order to engage in an inward discovery of our own self-esteem and confidence in order to help us take responsibility for our reasons for doing things that don't make sense.  We need to take matters into our own hands so that we can testify… in any venue… to our life experiences more effectively.  We need to take responsibility so that we can stop the emotional bleed.   

I believe that some contradictory, inconsistent and even doubtful female behavior could be rooted in the persistent… until we recognize it…. need of many women (including moi!) to forever seek…  from the men in their lives,…  a quality of approval and acknowledgment that they never got from their disengaged and emotionally absent fathers.  We... women... have to accept that most men aren't capable of giving us the acknowledgement we seek. In short, even articulate, accomplished, professionally confident women are disabled in their adult relationships with men by their need to fill a void of invisibility that they were forced to adapt to in their fractured relationships with their emotionally arrested fathers.  As a result, women who did not have capable fathers (the boomer s and X’ers),  are hardwired to do almost anything to fill the void of absence…. even if it means engaging with men who are deeply wounded and disabled themselves. Men need healing too.  
  
Simply identifying and accepting our gender differences, as was popular among self-helpers in the late 1990’s…e.g. “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” (1992)… is not enough.   We need to delve deeper.   We need to plunge into the grey.  We need to get dirty.  We need to get acquainted with, and heal, our child within.  I speak from my own personal experience.  I speak from observing many of my dynamic, ambitious, accomplished, kick-ass women friends excel in their professional lives, but struggle to feel fulfilled in their romantic relationships with men. 

Artist:  Gary Price, K Newby Gallery & Sculpture Garden, Tubac, AZ
We know intellectually that women need their fathers in order to develop healthy relationships with men.  The problem is that for any number of reasons, many women haven’t had the benefit of being raised by hands on, loving, present, engaging fathers.  I wish I could say that women of my generation… that is, the boomers… are particularly crippled.   My own, and most of my friends, fathers were remarkably unenlightened and absent both physically and emotionally due to societal pressures,  expectations and work.  But, sadly, I fear that the problems of parenting by unenlightened fathers persists into the X‘ers (1966 - 1976), Y’er (1977 - 1994) and Z (1995 - 2012) generations.  Yes… men should be held responsible... for their own healing.  But, in the meantime, it is contingent on us, as women, to know ourselves better in order to nurture and create more enlightened young men.  In order to do this we must take responsibility.  We must make peace with our wounded/abandoned/disappointed child within.

I’m done with blaming men.  They need to do their own healing.   I’m going to take responsibility for mine.  I believe that the only way to find a healing path…. years after the wound was inflicted… is with reflection and vigorous, but finite, counselling.  A type of analytical counselling that was founded by Carl Jung and has been embraced more recently by Alan Watts, John Bradshaw, art therapy, music therapy and any number of 12 step programs.  Self-awareness is a good start… but not efficient.  Self-respect is learned.  It comes with experience and maturity.  Reading self-help books is helpful… but not enough.  Reflective counselling isn’t enough.  Oprah’s definitely not enough.  Guided meditation isn’t enough.  Girlfriends… bless them all… aren’t enough.  It takes hip waders to get into the muck of our messy childhoods.  It takes remarkable self-awareness, courage and direction to delve into the depths within.  It takes fierce determination to face the pain of our early abandonment.
 
Artist:  Gary Price, K Newby Gallery & Sculpture Garden, Tubac, AZ  
This past year, for me, has been a year of reckoning, taking responsibility and healing.  I’ve put my hip waders on and I’ve greeted my child within. I’m forever grateful to my counselor who introduced me to my own pain of abandonment and guided me through it. She's remarkable in her loving, kind approach.  Like all of us…. I’m a work in progress.  I’m thankful to my people…my posse…  who are still on the journey with me.  I believe that I would not have been loyal to a wounded man in a 32 year relationship, that did not serve me well, if I’d recognized and listened to the child voice within, decades ago.  A voice that was in fact tiny... but noticeable. 

I believe that I would have been a better mother to my son had I sought to know my own inside before looking outside.  I believe that the women who encountered Jian Ghomeshi would not have agreed to and gone back for more attention in the form of angry/abusive sex if they had heard, encountered and honored their inner child before consenting.   I believe that men and women would have the tools to support, enrich and enjoy each other more if we all put our hip waders on. 


It might be too late for me to find a healthy, loving relationship with an enlightened man my own age.  Sadly, I don’t have a lot of confidence that there are m/any enlightened boomer men in my orbit or even an X’er who is willing to take on the journey.  But… I have great hope for the Y’ers (my son) and the Z’ers (my grandson).   Although I see them struggling in their relationships with women, I also see them as devoted, hands-on, down-in-the-muck-with-the-kids, daddies.  Some of this might be due to arrested development.  But, that’s another analysis… and, I’m hopeful that as wounded humans we’re open to learning.  We’re open to evolving.  We’re getting to somewhere kinder and more generous.  I’m really hopeful that the women who testified against Jian get good analytical counselling.  They’re going to need some big hugs. 

If you’re interested in the name of my counselor, I’ll share it privately.

If you want to read other's opinions about the outcome of Jian’s trial: 
  

Artist:  Gary Price, K Newby Gallery & Sculpture Garden, Tubac AZ

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

The Silence


Bring on 2016!  I’m ready to kick 2015 to the Been there/ Done that!… dust bin.  Someone else will no doubt pick up the heartache and continue the universal journey of a life suddenly stolen. 

Honestly, I think I navigated the stony path… the slimy cess pool… the underbelly of doubt and uncertainty that this past year served me… pretty well.  I’m still learning to recognize curve balls. That’s my biggest challenge. To take off the rose coloured glasses of romance, make believe and delusion… and accept that not everyone has conscious, mindful, good intentions.  Not because the “everyones” I speak of are bad people. (I don’t believe in bad people. I believe in wounded people.)  But, because they are terrified of looking into their hearts for fear of what they might find there.  Because they can’t give love when they don’t know how to receive it.  Because narcissism is a cover for paralyzing fear… of invisibility. And because at the end of the day what narcissists want more than anything is to be seen…. at all costs… take no prisoners… for better or for worse… and not necessarily by the people who love them the most. That’s far too threatening. The human condition is forever ironic.
   
And so… my journey now… going it alone… as for so many women my age…. is about finding new purpose.  Changing direction.  Looking inside instead of out.  Learning how to sit still. Learning how… in the words of my middle sister… to live “the slow life.” (She’s much better at this than I am.)  Learning how to say, “It’s MY turn!” Learning how to set boundaries. Learning how to put me first.  Learning how to be just a wee bit selfish. 

Learning how to be selfish would be easier if I could deny... indeed defy... my upbringing, the dogma of repetitious family expectations, the guilt of mothering... poorly, at times... and my true nature. I was raised to be the good girl.  And so… it’s not!  Easy, that is! Personal counselling has taught me that as the oldest girl/ daughter/ grandaughter…. I was reared to be obedient and loyal and trusting… against some odds, I might add!. Sure… the usual battery of social expectations that were imposed on all girls growing up in the 60’s and 70‘s… ensured my path. But, my personality… plus a set of unique and tragic circumstances that pre-dated my birth and defined my family, are even more relevant reasons why it was easy for me to put blinders on and hang on way too long to relationships that did not serve me well.
 
So, now the question is… what’s next?  What do kick-ass, nurturing women do when the children leave… well, sort of?  The old codger succumbs to arrested development…and fear?  Family members die?  (miss you, Mom!)  Friends die? (miss you K and A). The career in advanced public ed is swept out from under you? (That’s another story!) What do kick-ass, nurturing women do… when we’re faced with... the silence

OK!  I know the answers!!!  I’m a big reader. I’ve read Ekhart Tolle.  Pema Chodron (“When Things Fall Apart.” My favorite!), Don Miguel Ruiz. Brene Brown. Cheryl Strayed.  Elizabeth Gilbert (I loved “Big Magic!”). Sometimes… guilt alert!!!... I even watch Super Soul Sunday!  I meditate and pray… when I walk.  Yes… I know the answers!  But… the silence… it's a shock. 

Don't get me wrong. My posse of kick-ass women can be a noisy bunch. My son and grandson can certainly create some wanted… and unwanted… commotion. I’m grateful for the comforting, familiar, opinionated noise from my two equally determined, supportive, kick-ass sisters. I'm grateful for the noisy, if somewhat entitled, men in my life.  But… I once led a pretty big life. I’m not quite ready to hang up my shingle. The silence…now that the kids are gone, the man is gone, the career is gone, youth is gone... is deafening! 

Yes... I know what I have to do. Say yes… to everything!  Say yes… to staying trim and fit and healthy.  I do my best!  Say yes… to accepting a wise beauty… if not a youthful one. Hmmm… still working on that!  Say yes… to travel.  I do… and I will.  Say yes… to building a small house on a tiny nose of land that points south. That’s my next big project.  Say yes… to giving back to my community, my family, my friends.  Say yes… to being a better grammy than I was a mother.  Say yes… to getting back into my studio, daily… where making is my best friend.  Say yes… to the men folk. I won’t succumb to anger. I know there are less fearful, less entitled men out there. Especially among the  Xer’s, Yer’s etc.  Say yes… to forgiveness… of myself.  But, mostly, I think I’m obliged to say yes… to the silence.

Happy New Year!
Bring it On!

May the Force Be With You!