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(((mamacin)))
I don't know when my co-dependency started? I think when I was young???
Because i remember going to a marriage group before getting married, it was a 2 hour meeting. THey told us, something to the effect, that we cannot change a person, if there was something we didn't like or felt troubled with we should talk before hand about it. I remember thinking to myself, Ha, that's okay, give us some time, we'll change....It was stuck in my mind since then.
He told me ~1 week before that meeting casually talking, when a person makes me mad, I will never forgive or forget. I didn't think it applied to me. However, looking back subconsiously I've always tried not to make him mad.
11:32 pm

September 30, 2010

army, I am not sure either when this began with me...I have so much of my childhood I don't remember, but I do remember the parts I told you and I think that is codependent behavior, but not sure. In my early years of marriage though, I know I was much stronger and stood up for myself more than I do now...Somewhere, I gave up...
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Yes, me too, I remember when we first got married, we did so many things, with family get togethers etc. He never liked it but went along, and I had the family that I wanted....
But since it's progressive, I think the last 2-3 years I've hit rock bottom, with myself...
depression, suicide, not being able to get up, hard time concentrating, not paying attention to kids, angry, feeling hopeless...not pretty.
I too forget alot of things, I think I am a forgetful person, I don't remember but bits and pieces of growing up. Then sometimes I'm scared to try and remember...
Also the bad times or things in my marriage I forget, block out, but I don't think I do it purposely, I just forget and don't remember...
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GG: Same here for me. I am thinkin of having a nursing agency come in and help me w/ the housework. Hubby is totally against it. He and youngest will help me yet they don't. He says I'll help and then tonight sat there watchin tv while I folded 2 loads of laundry and i'm not to move my right shoulder much right now. I've decided I'm having them come in. But I have spent many years doing exactly what I know I am not to do coz "nobody else will". I've been told just leave it and they will eventually. Nope, doesn't work that way here.
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mamac,I understand...Now stand up for yourself and get help please. You need to heal...
Last night I stood up for myself..I wanted to try it...I wanted some diet cokes (my habit) from the store as I was out. I asked two daughters, but they made their excuses while they didn't have time. (Now in case someone that doesn't know me is reading this, I can't walk now, much less drive) So when the h came home from work, I asked him nicely...I knew the answer...No,you don't need those...etc. Well, I wanted one...So I surprised me and said, "If you won't go to the store for me, then I will call Sharon (friend) and I know she will be glad to". Well, my husband hates getting embarrassed and 15 min. later, I had some diet cokes...big step for me there...
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Ladies:
Wow we've gone a long way and I've said things i just don't talk about so if it comes out kinda strange forgive me.
GG and Army... I think we should put a time on the study as in 1 hour. Folks can stay and visit as long as ya'll want, but that way others will know they can leave.
GG: I will post the characteristics tomorrow on this thread. Do we want to discuss them next week? or Do we want to move on into Chapter 5 Detachment?
11:50 pm

September 30, 2010

I still think we should discuss characteristics...
Girls, I said more tonight than I ever expected...the online coda meetings have helped me in that area. I am so PROUD of both of you for sharing your life with me and thankful...We can learn from each other...
Need to go, and thank you for tonight.
Keep in touch.....gg
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Dang, you peoples did alot!
I haven't been able to bring some of the promises about in my life. It's like at first things go so fast, and then it slows down.
Codependency for me began in childhood. Long story short- I was sexually assaulted, didn't report, did not share with my family for fear of them being hurt. I told a few friends, they didn't really know what to do, 2 of them "investigated" to see if what I was saying was real. During the initial stages of survivorhood, I came to the conclusion that people are not trustworthy, and that the only way I could survive life is by myself. I built a protective box around myself, my shell. This meant creating and maintaining an image. Not sharing weaknesses about myself. Not being "real." Then I lost who I was. became a chameleon. I could blend into any crowd kuz I became hypersensitive to what people wanted to hear and what I thought they wanted me to be. At the same time, I was hostile- (still am, but not as bad). I didn't like people, but needed them to define my self worth. People scared me, intimidated me, and that made me feel hostile towards them. I became a rescuer, a fixer. My self worth depended on my fixing and rescuing others. I couldn't rescue myself, so I sought out others to rescue.
And so began abusive relationships. I didn't see these guys as abusive, I saw them as hurting wounded puppies. I just knew that I would never be horrible like their exes, and I could make them happy. Yes, with me they would be happy and my life would be complete.
I couldn't stand to see other people hurting. I wanted to take that hurt away. I hurt so much that more hurt on my shoulders would be okay- no sense in both of us hurting. became a martyr. Sacrifice myself for others.
So, I didn't like people kuz they hurt me and so I felt hostile towards them. But I needed people to define my self worth, couldn't bear the thought of others hurting like I did, and felt a compulsion to rescue & fix.
I remember walking down a street in San Francisco. and thinking- wow, I turn left, people, turn right, people, People in front, people in back, I bumped into people. From the depths of my soul I'm screaming so loud, and nobody hears, nobody sees. Yet the streets are filled with people.
I was full-blown co-dependent.
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