Not sure if I ever really had one, stiff upper lip and all that drivel. As a child it was certainly not allowed by my mother. Maybe I was never allowed to have expectations that would make me feel special or wanted. Other than get good grades.
An adult now, so I get to set the standards, but how does that feel I’ve no idea. Real feelings hurt too much so lets not go there. A true meltdown might be a good thing. I watch as global-warming melts glaciers. Maybe I can melt myself enough to feel real once?
Sorry to comment on such an old post. The concept of not ‘feeling real’ is one I’m quite familiar with. Work, parenting, athletics, friendships, writing, on and on, I feel like an imposter. I’ve long believed I’m on the autism spectrum and continually feel like an outsider. I wonder about the intersection of these two topic. Would be interested in reading more about this.
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Thanks so much for your comment. I wonder if we are on the same planet, I look forward to seeing your posts in the future and perhaps comparing notes on how to move and thrive in this universe.
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Enjoyed reading your insights and I’ve had a meltdown as a kid and one big one as an adult. Sort of cathartic but not usually very productive…
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Thank you. It’s true, a meltdown may feel like the best answer in the moment but rarely resolves or improves anything. I wonder if it is a control thing with having or not having one?
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