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I tend to be too serious at times. So, for me writing a lighthearted, sarcastic or flaky blog entry is my way of breaking the tension a bit. I don't know how it occurred, to me. Where does one every get odd ideas out of nowhere? One of the great mysteries of life. Anyway, here is my take on cats and dog. Enjoy.
If you want a furry friend who is a "yes man", get a dog. If you want a furry friend who tells you the unvarnished truth, get a cat.
For example, a cat will tell you that you are an idiot, but that it likes you anyway. A dog will tell you how great you are and tell you how much it LOVES and won't judge you.
Do you want validation or the truth?
Dogs don't care if we know they are codependent. Cats on the other hand, like to portray themselves as independent. But, at night where do they end up? With their favorite person.
A dog will go down with the ship. A cat will wish you well as it abandons you.
A dog will harass you if you are sleeping and it is hungry. A cat on the hand will beat the crap out of you until you feed it. In other words, if you need a backup alarm, don't feed your cat.
A cat will calculate on a daily basis if it needs you. A dog on the other hand won't bother questioning that idea.
A dog will do it's potty business outside and will forget about it immediately after it is finished. A cat will do it's best to "hide the evidence" after it is finished.
A dog will be content to lay out your feet. A cat on the other hand likes to go to the highest ground just to prove it is the alpha.
A dog when it hurts itself will say nothing or yelp. A cat on the other hand will pretend it isn't hurt and say, "I meant to do that" out of self-respect. For example, a cat, when it has an epic fail jumping, will act like nothing happened or that it meant to do that.
Dog spelled backward is god, but don't act like gods to us. Cats on the other hand remind us that in ancient Egypt they used to be worshiped as gods.
A dog when it wants food, it begs you and follows you around. A cat on the other hand will direct you to its bowl and demand you fill it, sometimes yelling at you along the way.
According to Wikipedia (for what it's worth), bloodletting is: The withdrawal of blood from a patient to cure or prevent illness and disease. Bloodletting was based on an ancient system of medicine in which blood and other bodily fluids were regarded as "humors" that had to remain in proper balance to maintain health. This practice was done from ancient times until near the end of the 19th century, but has all been abandoned. Medically, it has been pretty well discredited. However, I found the concept a useful way to describe a healthy way of mourning. I don't always tell what inspires my blog posts. But, this one I will share. Anyone who knows me knows that my daughter, Olivia, is being raised in a broken home. That is to say, her mom and I got split up when she was 4. Obviously, this impacts Olivia and has hurt her. But, as the parent who doesn't have primary custody of her, I see much less often. I calculate about 30% of the time*. Sometimes, I don't see her for about a week at a time, occasionally it is longer. I always feel a sense of loss during these stretches. While I am grateful that she has good health and I do get to see her--there are some who aren't that lucky, it still hurts. The pain of the long stretches will always be there as I feel myself missing large blocks of her childhood, but I am better able to deal with the technique(s) I describe below: -- In the Bible, God tells us:
1There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Furthermore, He lets us know there is a: 4a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance (Ecclesiastes 3:4) However, we don't always take that advice to heart. I used to be guilty of letting the hurt build up. Sometimes I found constructive way to divert the energy: running, listening to music, etc. Other times, I utilized unproductive or destructive ways to divert the energy: impulsive spending, wasting all day watching TV or playing video games, moments of promiscuity, etc. See: Zig Zagging through life: Diverting our energy from where it is really needed. Anyway, it wasn't until I got older that I really realized these: two things about dealing with hurt:
The power of prayer and faith.
What I call bloodletting: Focusing into the hurt rather than avoiding it.
God helps those who help themselves. Our faith can help us through the toughest times and God can literally move mountains if we ask him to, I believe that God helps those who help themselves. That is to say, He rarely removes all our pain,but instead gives us the tools and wisdom to deal with it effectively, thereby lessening it. -- Back to my story. In 2011 when I literally lost almost everything, including my brother to suicide and my daughter for a while to a contentious divorce, I had to find a healthy way to cope. After trying to avoid it or coping in unproductive or destructive ways, I came to realize that I'd been dealing with hurt the wrong way for most of my life. When I started seeing my daughter again and had to give her up to her mom--dropping her at daycare or school or directly to her mom--it really totally hit home. The times I had to give her up for literally almost a week, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I would smile, hug her, kiss her, love her and put on the happy face, but as soon as I rushed back to my car, I would be devastated. I came to understand the power of going into the pain or hurt, rather than trying to avoid it. As I was driving off, I would literally flip my CD player or electronic device to sad music. Sometimes, the more sad it was, the better. In the privacy of my car on the way home or to work or wherever, I would literally find my inner pain, and like poison let it drain out--hence bloodletting. I found writing to be a good tool in that regard too. I had really started to find my inner voice after all those years. While I know I am not a genius, I believe God blessed me with the gift of perception. Once again, just like when I turned up the car stereo or ipod or whatever and forced myself to face the pain through sad music, I would write on what was bothering me, even to the point of having it hurt more. Once again, I was 'bloodletting' or giving the poison of increasing hurt an outlet to flow out. As an aside, as a child, I faced some real adversity. Much of it I am not going to catalog here as I am sure I've cataloged it elsewhere and the adversity itself is not the main focus. Anyway, I used to think of the adversity and the pain it caused as a curse, but now I see it as lemonade from a lemon. Having faced certain things (and later in the 2010s even more adversity), I realized that had I had an easy carefree childhood and life, I would NEVER have been able to understand, relate or offer sincere encouragement to others who faced similar adversity. I guess my takeaway from this is twofold:
Remember to lean on God when facing adversity rather than pushing Him away.
Looking into, stepping into, walking through the pain of adversity, while not very enjoyable, can be one of the best ways to release the hurt it is causing.
I labeled this one Demons, part 3 as I think it fits in with my other posts on "Demons".
Sometimes it feels like we go through life sleepwalking. The years go by quickly and we wonder what happened to the years? It seems like it is just a blur or illusion. I believe some of that is just the normal, "life is just but a blink of the eye" that the bible speaks of, but I also believe that much of it comes from the sense that you haven't really lived for yourself. By live for yourself, I don't mean selfishly, but rather taking care of yourself and consider what you need for yourself rather than what you need to be for others.
My own life has been one of self-discovery which really didn't kick in until my forties. I have had a number of friends who feel the same way. We have been so busy often doing what we think we needed to do to nurture and/or save our relationships, at the expense of our own sanity. Sadly, we often mistake trying to 'please' or 'keep another happy' or 'keep them from being upset with us' for nurturing/saving our relationships. This sort of behavior may allow a relationship to survive a long time, but not necessarily be healthy. The irony is that often times the more work you do to avoid confrontation, the less chance the relationship will survive. I think for most people, if they aren't allowed to be who they need to be or they try to be something they aren't, they will eventually reach a crisis point in their life. For myself, learning, understanding and remembering a few things has helped me pull away from the codependent construct:
If a person seems to be consistently giving you (usually) unwanted advice, finding fault, making you feel like you have to justify your actions/choices, chances are they need you more than you need them. Chances are they are operating out of fear. Chances are the relationship is based on a bad personal connection. But, why do we stay in a bad relationship or at the very least subjugate our own self and needs and never 'require' or 'demand' that our own needs be considered. I suspect there are a combination of reasons, some of which I will indicate below.
Loyalty - Family loyalty, loyalty to one who has helped you-and makes sure to remind you of it, etc.
Fear of being alone - What's the difference if you are with someone and feel disconnected most of the time? What's the difference if you don't feel you can connect with the family member or friend?
Fear of the unknown - Sometimes, the devil you know seems to be more comfortable than the devil you don't know. Like an old comfortable shoe as a friend said
Fear of rejection - If a person struggles to 'find acceptance', when they do appear to find it, it's hard to let go or risk having to let go of someone who 'accepts' (or appears to). The irony of this is if you have to be someone you are not to 'keep' a relationship, then you are really not accepted after all.
Shame or not deserving better - I believe this goes along with all the other reasons. If we feel like on some level that we are undeserving of better we will not tend to push for it. However, at the same time, I believe there can be a tension in which we want better in our lives. We want better, but don't feel like we deserve better, but that doesn't change that we want better, etc.
The other party in a codependent relationship often controls out of fear. It is a feeling that if they don't have a firm grip on all aspects of aspects of the relationship, things won't get done, they won't get done well or the work that has done will be wasted. Some examples of a controlling person:
Someone who demands things be done in a strict order or on a strict timeline. Disruption could cause things not to get done or things to get done inefficiently, etc. I'm not talking about dealing with an organized person or an efficient person, but a person who is so wed to schedule or routine that they crush anything or anyone that gets in the way of that schedule or routines.
Someone who demands things be done a certain way. They have always done things a certain way, they are used to doing things a certain way and they don't trust the outcome of doing things a certain way. In a way, a controlling person has their comfort zone and is unwilling to go outside of it. When the other party attempts to introduce a different way, they find it a threat. Perceived threats are not suffered well. It isn't that there aren't other ways to achieve a goal--taking a different route to a destination for example. It seems that the controlling person for whatever reason is not able get past their block, whether is based out of fear, avoiding discomfort or something else.
Codependence is often a symptom of a relationship with a bad connection
When the connection is bad, instead of trusting that the other party will accept you for whom you are, I believe a codependent person will "do whatever it takes" to avoid losing the relationship. In other words, an unhealthy status quo seems safer than risking a change. What is really happening in this case is an avoidance of change and a possible 'day of reckoning'. The irony is that the 'day of reckoning' doesn't necessarily have to be the end of a relationship, but instead the beginning of a healthier, more honest relationship. In other words, a relationship with a good or better connection.
Like a phone that struggles to get or keep a charge, a relationship with a bad connection seems to work sometimes, but doesn't necessarily work for too long. Eventually, the phone with a bad connection will fail to work unless the connection is repaired. Similarly, a codependent relationship with a bad connection is likely to work less and less well until at some point, it effectively 'stops working'.
I would make the disclaimer before I continue that there is and should be a degree of depending on each other in a relationship, but it should be out love and cooperation, not out of fear and the need to control. Some fighting, disagreement, give and take or normal, but really it is the mindset behind how the relationship is operating that determines if it is healthy or codependent.
I guess ultimately, after seeing problems in my own life and the lives of those around, I've come to realize a few things related to squeezing codependence out of relationships.
The other party in a relationship has got to know that you are not a threat to them. They have to understand it and they have to accept it. They have to understand that while it is not all about them, that you have their best interests in mind.
The other party has to know that you will not always say or do precisely the right thing for every given circumstance in the relationship, but that your intentions are good towards them. In other words, you get frustrated, you get angry, you get upset, you may say something a bit out of line or you just might not say the comforting thing that they need to hear. However, your intentions for the other party are good and they need to realize that. They CANNOT expect perfection and if they do, they are putting you in an impossible position. Let them know that you aren't perfect, but you are trying. Sometimes, just hearing that helps tremendously.
It isn't your job to 'fix' the other party, nor is it the other party's job to try to 'fix' you. That however, does not exclude being supportive. For example, if I am not happy, my spouse can listen to me, but she is not responsible for my happiness. That doesn't mean she shouldn't do anything, but her role is to not to ensure that I am happy, but rather provide a healthy, supportive environment in which I can find what it is for me to achieve contentment.
Not letting shame or failure unrelated to the relationship have an impact on the relationship. If I struggle at work or have family of origin problems or just have made mistakes, I cannot let the shame of those situations compromise me in terms of the relationship. I cannot let a failure at work for example spill over and cause me to feel like a failure in the relationship.
Not letting mistakes within the relationship rule the future of the relationship. We make mistakes, we say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing and sometimes do very destructive things for our relationship. However, we have to separate our mistakes and failures from a willingness to be 'ruled' in our relationship. For example, we can damage our relationship by focusing on drinking, gambling or others.
We can atone for mistakes but we can't throw away ourselves in the process.
If our spouse doesn't accept us for mistakes or failings, no amount of groveling or trying to atone will fix our relationship. If anything, it will increase resentment and lower for you.
Change has to be for us, first and foremost, not as a codependent need to 'change' for him or her.
Most of all, you cannot be ruled by fear. You can be sensitive and thoughtful and what not, but you have to be yourself. If you are used to being a people pleaser or having to be the peacemaker, or having to be the one to adjust, it can be VERY daunting standing up for your own needs. Ultimately, if you let a fear of relationship failure rule you, chances are you will be helping to set up such failure. If being yourself leads to rejection, then most of the time, the relationship wasn't right for you anyway and no amount of trying to be someone else would have saved it anyway. But, if you allow yourself to be yourself in a relationship, you are being honest to yourself and your partner. It may be a difficult adjustment in the relationship going from being a codependent people pleasure, but eventually you will find out if you are meant to stay in the relationship and/or you will find that your significant other will adjust your personal growth and actually respect you for it.
On my wedding day, my best man and I were driving around I think headed back to my apartment, but that's not important. Anyway, traffic in front of us stopped with little or no notice. To avoid rear-ending the car ahead of me I zig-zagged a bit.
I didn't think of it immediately, but it occurred to me shortly thereafter that in way that's exactly what we do when we try to avoid "running into" the painful truth--even when we need to face the reality of our situation and/or work through our decisions/issues/problems. Just like with the momentum or energy of my car, life's momentum often pushes or carries us directly into path of our problems. As I didn't want my best man or I to face the impact of rear-ending the car in front of us, so do we not want to face the impact of problems. So, we come up with diversions or ways of avoiding having to deal. Sometimes, these diversions are destructive like Alcoholism and out of control gambling. Other times, they are just unproductive like keeping glued to the TV. But, the common thread is that we use the diversions to deal. In others we are 'zig-zagging' or moving sideways to absorb the energy we would otherwise be focusing on our problems.
For example, in my first marriage, when we had disagreements or when something was bothering me and I felt like I couldn't discuss it with her, I would shut down, push it aside and find another outlet to avoid having to deal (and possibly avoid a fight). Sometimes, it was a 'productive' outlet like cleaning the house, other times it wasn't necessarily a productive or healthy outlet. The main point is that I was 'zig-zagging' or finding a diversion from the problem that lie head on. Now, this wasn't a new way of dealing for me. It really was an extension of my childhood and early adulthood in which I felt like I couldn't speak freely with my dad or effectively stand up for what was important to me. But, I digress. The point was that I didn't want to face the impact of dealing head-on with problems.
That all changed with the passing of my brother Bill. I have a blog in progress that I'm not finished with about him called Don't you forget about me: The blog I needed to write one day. Anyway, I realized with his passing the ultimate cost of avoiding dealing with issues.
What I've written above at some points might suggest that it is a bad thing to 'zig zag' or divert. However, as I've learned over the years, life isn't necessarily always clear cut. As Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 indicates, there is a time for everything. This included dealing head on with issues vs. pushing aside the issues for a time. Here are a couple circumstances which zig-zagging might not be a bad idea.
Sometimes, the issue/problem is too large to face directly. For example, when mourning the death of a close relative, we can't get our grief out in one day. We can sometimes only face what we need to in small stages: dealing, then turning away, then dealing, then turning away...
Sometimes, the timing isn't right. For example, if we are hosting out-of-town family for the holidays we don't want to air our dirty laundry and cause humiliation in front of our guests.
Anyway, just my thoughts for the night. Hopefully, you get something useful from my musings. God bless and good night.
It's been a few years since my old life as I knew it stopped and it transformed into a new and different and in some ways better life. I will eventually write a blog called "Growing up the hard way" about how the difficult and painful years from an early age to young adulthood and beyond can either destroy a person or be their path to maturity. But, for now I will focus on something that I have realized recently. Sometimes we go through dark periods in our lives in our lives animated by sadness, depression and/or grief. At the time, we are focused on the hurt and the pain and surviving it. In other words, we are too busy working through the pain to notice or to accept the happy moments. In a way, we are stuck in the darkness of the moment and though we have happy moments, we really don't appreciate those moments until long afterward. In other words, in hindsight, we locate jewels in the darkness. The concept has been floating in my mind for a while not quite crystallized. It was a simple thing that really flipped the switch on this the other day. I was driving home from work the other day and heard "Wild One" by Flo Rida featuring Sia. I love music and I have gotten some happiness or contentment out of listening to that song. I looked back and at the time I was underemployed, working through a divorce, didn't have my daughter, was in the process of losing my house and just lost my brother. In short, I felt like I was living in hell. But that song, for the few minutes it was on at a time, brought a little respite for my sadness and grief. But, I look back and now I see that while I lost full-time custody of my daughter, I had some special moments with Olivia that I will savor. It was me and funny girl facing the world. We learned to enjoy "chasing nature": usually birds, ducks, squirrels or rabbits. We went to church together and made friends. We went on shopping trips together where I bonded with her over helping her to find clothes she loved. We learned the simple joy of picking up food and refreshment at QT. We learned the joy of sitting on the sidewalk, while picking out seeds out of pods. I could go on forever, but what I realize in hindsight is this: while things were brutal around me, I look back and had moments of joy or happiness. I call them "Jewels in the Darkness". I guess my takeaway is this: always realize there is joy to be found in the darkest moments. Goodnight and I hope my readers have a good day tomorrow. --Rich
A few years ago after me and my now ex split up, I couldn't live at my place anymore. As we were not in a good place in the divorce process, ultimately we couldn't effectively agree what to do with it and it went back to the bank. Anyway, a friend of mine opened her place up to me and I am eternally grateful to have had that place to start to piece my life back together. But, in the meantime, I remember waking up day after day wondering what the hell happened? Why was I there at not my own place, with my old life with my late brother still alive, employed at my job of 12 years, coming home to or picking up my young daughter, etc. It felt like one day I had a set life, a set pattern, a set of circumstances and 'the next day' it was seemingly all gone and I was in a completely different set of circumstances. In other words, there is a shock and adjustment to major life changes--especially if they are perceived as negative. In talking to friends and acquaintances who have faced major adjustments like divorce, death, job loss, etc, I've heard or sensed similar responses:
Bewilderment - A sense of wonder as to what are we doing 'here' in our current circumstances?
Disconnect - A sense that even though our current situation clearly is what it is, it can't REALLY be our current situation. In other words, our current circumstances are just a 'dream'.
Longing - A wish that things we back to 'normal', even when 'normal' wasn't necessarily that great. Our old circumstances at least fit like a well-worn shoe.
Mourning - A sense of sadness and loss.
People are usually more adaptable than they realize. Change that we couldn't see making it past or darkness from which we couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel eventually become adjustments and acceptance--even if reluctantly. That being said, I see two exception responses:
Sometimes a change is so dramatic that even though we survive it, we really don't bounce back.
A great example of this is when a parent loses a child senselessly. As a parent, I know that even if I survived this, I would have a hard time ever being myself again.
Sometimes we are so entrenched that we find ourselves unable to adapt to it at all.
We see this with older couples that have been married for a long time. One spouse passes away and the surviving spouse struggles to get by at all, sometimes apparently dying soon thereafter.
I guess the takeaway out of all, I have found that changes while difficult are usually survivable, you have to just have something or someone and/or a higher power to hold onto while the winds of change blow in our life.
I usually have a splashy saying at the top of my blog entries, but this is one that I just think I will dive right into. Eventually, if we live long enough, we will face a loss so deep, so profound that it cut us to the bone. It will be a loss that haunts us, a loss so profound that it changes the trajectory of our lives. A loss so painful that there is no way we can quite cry our way through it. In a way, it is the loss of soul so close to us, that we are never truly the same after it. UPATED (11/9/18) (Brother facing childhood sexual abuse as well? If I did, likely he did.) What makes it worse is when this loss by all accounts appears senseless. Suicide is what I speak of. Anyone who truly knows me knows that I am speaking of my late brother Bill. I figured one day after my parents were both gone, I'd write this. Not that I was afraid of this getting back to them so much as just the timing wasn't right. Anyway, I've written and read eulogies three times in my life, but the hardest one to write was about my brother. To me, a eulogy is a few highlights of a person's life, mostly kind words, just a few words to say and to give them a decent send off, but not enough words to tell whom they really are, I am winging this and I don't know how it will proceed, but I guess the best way to write sometimes is just to let the words come out. Here goes Bill. A little bit about him. Bill was a kind soul. I didn't really realize how kind a soul he was until later in his life. Bill was a very sensitive soul. He loved kids and even my daughter to this day remembers him. She was nearing only four years old and hadn't seen him too often, but she remembers him. She remembers the day that he put together her tea cart. She had met Bill before and I'm sure thought positively of him, but in one brief afternoon around Christmas 2010, he reached deep into her soul and they formed a bond that has lasted the test of time. She felt in my brother the love he had available. He struggled to love himself, he struggled to find someone who would treat him the way he deserved, he sometimes struggled to appreciate those who did love him and he struggled to find trust in his dysfunctional family of origin. But one place he didn't struggle was connecting with children. Sometimes people are very bright, but are clueless as to how to connect with kids. But, that wasn't Bill. He knew how to reach kids where they are, not where he was, but where they are. I am decent at that, but he schooled me in that. :-) Hence, it wasn't too surprising when he found himself eventually gravitating towards working with kids in the Hazelwood School District. He excelled in math and other logic based subject matter, but at the same time, he appreciated the simple things too. In no particular order, here are some of the thinks he liked: he enjoyed hanging out with friends, dressing nicely, collecting and listening to music (a set that was uniquely him), collecting unique clocks and he loved baseball. He pondered political, social and faith issues, even if he struggled with the answers. He liked things and entertainment, but most of all, he cherished personal relationships. He was complex in many ways, but he was simple in others. How do I know him? I will describe in a few ways below. - I knew him as a troubled kid growing up in a troubled family: He was always a very sensitive kid in a family that generally didn't get him. I'm not going to go into great detail and I'm not trying to speak ill of the anyone in particular, but there were a few negative things that I will share that influenced him
We grew up in a very dysfunctional family of origin. Before I elaborate, I will say this: at the time you see your family dysfunction as uniquely uncomfortable/embarrassing, but as I have found out over time, family dysfunction is more common than we know. Some are just better at concealing it and it varies in degrees in families, but I digress. My dad had a rough childhood and had an anger streak. What effect that had later? Dad was an alcoholic and let's just say he wasn't always nice to my mom, even to the point of getting physical.
My dad grew up in the foster care system and ultimately was a product of a strict no-nonsense old German foster parents. It was a system by which what the dad says was law and you didn't ever challenge or question. Anyway, what my dad learned was the old school 'deal with it' type of attitude and felt opening up, expressing feelings and counseling and the like were a sign of weakness. In dealing with his own kids, he 'appeared' to have little understanding or interest in really understanding them. As long as they appeared to be doing well in school and didn't cause him grief, having to deal with the school or embarrassment all was well. Sadly, he was the type that be more likely to demean or criticize his kids rather than praise them. I dunno, maybe it was 'toughen them up' attitude that he'd learn from his foster dad. But, in a way, it was I don't want to hear from the school about problems. So, that meant if someone picks on you, you don't fight back as that would get the school involved and therefore he would have to deal with it. So, in a way, it was a lose-lose. You deal, but I don't want your dealing to cause me any trouble. Now, I truly believed he cared about his kids, but wasn't really given the best tools to project it. I've come to understand that often times people make mistakes not on purpose, but instead on ignorance. If you didn't hear your parents outwardly express love to you as a kid, you will be less likely implicitly understand to do that.
We had 5 siblings, one working parent for much of my childhood and that parent blew money on alcohol. That obviously didn't leave much for the kids. So, we were sent to school looking poor/poorer than classmates. In other words, targets for ridicule.
Our house looked torn up/out of order at times as a function of the dysfunction and it made it harder to bring people over. Some of that was of having eight people stuffed into a small space. Some of that was having rambunctious kids full of energy and some of it was monetary neglect.
I suspect that he was molested by a 'family friend' as I was. He said there was a lot that he didn't remember and that itself upset him. He actually caught onto the molestation before I put it together. He was instrumental in pushing the 'family friend' away. In other words, he protected me and my younger brother.
With these things working against him, I think he, like others, were at risk for problems later. In short, he was a troubled kid/person. None of this worked in his favor when trying to make friends in school or for that matter being understood. I will come back to his teen years and adult years a little later in this blog. - I knew him as (at least somewhat) kindred spirit. He was
Very sensitive and I believe intuitive.
One who wanted to do the right thing.
One who was inclined to believed in God (or wanted to). Were were baptized at the same time, when he was a Sophomore in high school.
One who took up running--both of us did Cross Country and Track in high school.
Struggled for acceptance at times.
Could be intense, but also had zany moments and could relate to kids.
Liked to try new things and mostly did, but sometimes was afraid to.
Questioned things, didn't buy the prevailing 'conservative' view, but didn't automatically buy the 'progressive' view either.
Had eclectic tastes in music.
Wasn't able to just ignore the hurt/pain/suffering in the world.
Sometimes had a hard time letting things roll off his back.
Could be his own worst critic.
Was socially awkward early on and took into his adulthood to start to come into his own.
For whatever reason, God blessed me with an ability to take more blows and recover I think.
I often wonder the following--we diverted in our 20s. I got breaks, where he didn't necessarily get them. Had the situation been reversed...
- I knew him as a kind and gentle soul:
He would often help others out before he helped himself out.
He loved kids and was able to reach them and make them feel important.
He might get upset or even a bit angry, but he'd never actually hurt anybody. If anything, he'd be more likely to wonder if he did anything to cause it. Even if he did know that he was wronged by another, he was likely to blame himself for putting himself in that position.
He was socially conscience. When he wasn't stressed worrying about thing in his own life, he felt/pondered. Unfairness in society and the world.
- He was a troubled teen and troubled adult.
Given a dysfunctional family of origin and troubled circumstances, he was socially awkward. At church he identified he seemed to get along best with the grown-ups. He never felt accepted by the teens. At school, he never really felt well accepted. He struggled with making friends.
Our parents divorced during his sophomore year and I suspect while he hated the dysfunction, the divorce probably hurt him more than he let on. He tended to relate better with my late mom.
Near the end of his sophomore year, the pressures of a broken, dysfunctional family, failure in making effective connections, including dating, the sense that given the dysfunctional family environment he'd never have a chance, a dad was likely to be critical and not give credit, the general sense that he was a 'failure' and who knows what else drove him to take a whole bottle of Tylenol at the end of his sophomore year. After he had his stomach pumped, he was put in in-patient at a local facility that deals with troubled youths and suicide risks. I believe ultimately the message he sent was never fully appreciated by our parents, especially my dad. Nor was it fully appreciated by the rest of the family. It was almost like lets just sweep this under the rug and get him back home.
My dad thought it was the divorce and his having a rough cross country season, but that was never it. It was always more than that.
Ultimately, he 'recovered' (at least to some extent) from the blows of his early childhood and teenage years. He started at a Florissant Valley Community College and as soon as he could, he left for what is now called MU. I believe he met his closest, dearest and most enduring friends there. I had the pleasure of meeting Collette, Dan and Joe from his MU years and I think on some level, besides myself, were the family he never had. This isn't meant as a slight to Heather, Nicole or Brian, or others I may not be thinking about at the moment, but I digress. Anyway, he graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Math. He struggled to find a job that suited his talents and eventually found himself working with kids in the Hazelwood School District. Though he loved kids, I'm sure he felt like a failure not directly using his degree.
My brother was a very genuine, authentic person, but by worldly standards probably some would have said not 'successful' and I believe this wore on him. This wore on him reaching out to people and this wore on him in how he felt he was perceived. When you don't feel successful, unfortunately, it has a way of bringing you down and he wasn't able to rebound or recover from that.
Unfortunately, some possible mates aren't able to look pass 'wavering confidence' and look at the soul underneath. This in turn, can lower confidence, which can be a vicious cycle.
Dating can seem very cruel, the 'losers' seem to be rewarded for being jerks, while the nice guys seem to be ignored or just treated as an if all else fails option.
A genuine, kind and authentic person often is taken advantage of by those who don't share those values.
For worse or better, dating is harder these days. With people not being as connected by church, school, family, neighborhood as they used to, its hard to know where to turn. I found my wife through Match.com and I'm fine with that. But, I have struggled at times in my adulthood in dating. Sometimes, the usual places just cut it and if your 'scene' and/or your group of friends don't yield anyone (or anyone healthy) for you, where do you turn.
Ultimately, after being repeatedly being taken advantage of, he became discouraged and this discouragement bled into his work. I won't go into detail, but the one job he really did like-working with kids in the Hazelwood School District--was taken away from him for what I believe are political/budget reasons. I lost a job before where cuts had to be made and I was the new person, without any standing on the team and therefore was an 'easy target' to get cut. I believe my brother was subject to that. He treated people right, but he wasn't a favorite and wasn't union either. Therefore, when the perfect political came along to get rid of him and cut the budget came along, they took it. He ultimately won his unemployment claim as they couldn't justify denying him it based on their petty politics, but the experience had left him discouraged and despondent. I tried to get him to see that he was better than the d*mn petty politics, but you know, sometimes you can't reach someone when they are hurting. He felt like the whole experience tarred him on his resume.
He had another part time job and ultimately, I think the weight of being taken advantage of repeatedly, being subject to politics in employment and losing his job because of it, not being where he wanted with regard to relationships or just overall "successful" just weighted him down. He lost his part time job and I hate to say it, but looking back it was a matter of time as expenses and options, the weight of feeling like a failure, and not feeling loved or like people cared (when I know it was different) got the best of him.
As my brother moved along in his life, he 'disappear' for weeks at a time. That is to say, he wouldn't answer calls or reach out when he needed to. One time, I ambushed him at his place as I was concerned about him and he reassured me things were fine. Unfortunately, I was in a very spot in my marriage at the time and I was facing having to find a new job myself as my company moved its operations mostly to Utah, so I wasn't fully attuned and being that he'd disappeared for weeks at a time before 'resurfacing', I wasn't 100% there the way I could have been. Anyway, downward drift started at the end of 2010 and continued into April and then June of 2011.
One morning in mid to late June of 2011, he texted me something which got my attention in a worrisome way. I called him the next morning and left a message that if he didn't me back in about 5-10 minutes that I'd send the police out his way. I don't remember what it was, but obviously that's beside the point. So, he called back shortly thereafter to reassure me that he was just venting. But, obviously, I had suspected otherwise. So, in dealing with my own financial/job issues and failing marriage, I was obviously distracted and could not devote as much attention as I could have to his deteriorating will. I say this not to blame myself--as I know nothing that I could have done would have changed the trajectory of his life--but just as a recounting. I know I was there for him to the extent that I could be given my own life issues and I know I could tell him it was partly sunny outside and he would have replied, no it's very cloudy. Anyway, long story short I got a text from him around July 7th or 8th, 2011 saying something that included, "I feel like I'm dying". But, based on his prior texts and prior statements, it appeared to be life sucks, I feel like I am dying inside, I hate life type situation. As I indicated previously, it was a very trying and distracted time for me, so I didn't put two and two together, especially since he reassured me on multiple occasions that he had venting in such situations. Unfortunately later that July, I got a call from my mom stating that he was found lifeless in his apartment. I called the police to verify, you know my mom, God rest her soul, was an excitable sort and had been known to jump to the worst case scenario. Besides, you know when you get a call like that, you don't just say okay wow sorry to hear. You do what you can to verify. Unfortunately, the police verified that. I had felt guilty that I hadn't checked on him sooner, but you know, but hindsight is 20/20.
The year that followed for me was let's just say was a living hell. I got enough strength to pull myself together, do him a eulogy and make sure he was remembered respectfully as well, but as anyone who loses a close family member to suicide realizes it, especially if you don't get to see them in a casket, it is a surreal experience where you struggle for closure. At times, you know it brings you down to a bad spot, especially if you are going through you own troubled (divorce, bankruptcy, unemployment,...). Knowing him and knowing how bad he was hurting and being very down myself, I feel like but for the grace of God and a change of circumstances.... But, I digress.
I wasn't there when it all ended for him and they couldn't definitely call it a suicide, but based on what I knew about him, the direction things were going, his deteriorating frame of mind, a note that he left--which usually I suspect people leave clues in their words--I think if he didn't 'actively' try to end his life he took prescription and medicine together and really didn't care what happened afterwards. Did he know that he was going to die? Can't say for certain what his exact mindset was on the day he apparently mixed drugs and alcohol. Maybe it was I don't care anymore. Maybe it was, I am just going to do this as I am tired of the pain? Who can say? But based on my understanding of my brother and my own moments that followed, I can say the following--bear in mind this is my own understanding of it:
Losing the will to live and not taking care of yourself is a passive form of suicide.
I believe someone who is pondering it, may reach out, but their own sense of humiliation and shame might get in the way. That's why you get unclear or mixed messages. It's not like they happily or loudly announce, "I'm going to end my life today".
Think of the path to suicide as a series of steps to the basement. From what I see, most people wouldn't leap down all the steps at once. Instead like walking down the steps it is a series of blows that take a person closer to the full way down. Sometimes the final step is a final blow. Sometimes it is just the weight of all the blows finally crushing them and they "snap".
I believe people don't actively wake up and say, "I'm done" and end it like that. I think it is a tortured struggle between doing what they know is not right and fear of the thereafter vs. staying in a painful life situation--physically, emotionally and/or mentally.
Even when actively ending their life, I believe some people are still conflicted--overdose vs. suicide by gun for example.
If you are positive someone is considering it, DO NOT let them tell you tell you that everything is fine, no matter how they reassure you, especially if they have a long history of depression.
Above all, always let them know you are there for them and be willing to be resented by them for doing an intervention.
When I decided to write this, I was at Disneyworld in Florida and it was 2am in the morning and I watched The Breakfast Club and heard this song and it clicked: It's time to write about him. Something told me while you know you've moved forward and adjusted to his passing, that I needed to tell his story for a few reasons.
To help those who knew him better understand things.
To give him the respectful treatment of more than a few paragraphs at a eulogy.
To help those who are struggling in there own life identify and related.
To let him know wherever his spirit is, that he is not forgotten.
I am honored and blessed to have known William Richard Shepard as my brother and to have had the honor of sharing that earthly bond with him for 42+ years. I believe the world is a better place in at least a small way with his having been in it. If it be God's will, I hope to see him again one day in the way, way distant future. As much as I hated it, I feel blessed that God entrusted me to give him his final words, his final resting place and his story to be told. God bless you Bill.
