lena
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jadefirefly said:Reading posts like Fury's and others, are making me think.
What I can't figure out is -why- I'm so obsessed over what other people think of me. A shrink would probably argue that I seek validation because my dad wasn't around when I was a very young child. I think that's a load of hogwash, because frankly, I don't remember much before the age of 4, so I find it hard to believe that just 'cos he came and went a lot (an army brat was me!) it's permanently screwed me up.
There may be some truth in how a woman's self-esteem is shaped by her relationship with her father. I'm not all knowledgeable about this but over the years have heard certain quickie news clips here or there. Personally, I can see how it has affected me.
My dad was very supportive - he was always there, but not quite there .. you know? Distant. We'd spend lots of time together and we were very close - swim meets, practice, what-not .. but still .. there was this barrier between us. And I felt that whatever I did .. it wasn't good enough. #1 - not good enough. 99% not good enough (what did I do wrong?). Gold medal - not good enough (the time sucked). I've always thought I'm "not enough" - not good enough, no matter what I do. I haven't really acted out (besides taking pictures) .. like turning into a really rebellious teenager.
He never has said anything to me .. ever but it was just in how his reaction .. lacked anything (a distant feel to his happiness at my achievements). And I kept .. at it, really pushing myself and going these amazing things .. but still nothing. It maybe had something to do with how .. I was always left to deal on my own, "because I could .." .. and they would focus their attention on my brother (who was very naughty and needed supervision to buck down).
My relationship with him .. it's somewhat like what you'd see in the movie Amelie. Where I'd be excited to just be with him, that my heart would race like crazy .. I wanted him to SEE me, interact with me.
It's like in a picture - I'd do these things and then run up to him going .. "Did you see that? Did you see that?" and he'd smile and tousle my hair, and say "Good girl!" automatically .. without any meaning. Not that I ever did that running thing But that depiction of it was so perfect .. where I kept pushing for more more more, to be noticed .. but never quite did.
I gave up after awhile and just did things on my own - still at that pace but tried to not care so much. I shouldn't really blame him because .. well, he was busy with work and life and all that.
By the time I was in my late teens, I thought he hated me. Don't know why .. just the whole "nothing right" or "never enough". Or how I'd always question him, debate him about things .. i mean when we're discussing over the dinner table .. we'd get into these intense discussions and so .. i thought since we always rubbed each other the wrong way, he hated me. I thought he loved my brother more - firstborn son, asian family .. enough said. All the attention heaped on him, if he did something .. it was like full of praises.
This is a really long post .. so I guess I'll just cut it short. This is so not a therapy session
I've gotten better with my dad, much better over the years as we started to understand each other - understand where he's coming from. We had a few really intense talks over the years of course It's also really about knowing that we are pretty much alike .. in how we think, and our stubborness .. that made our discussions so heated. My mom always used to say I'm my dad's daughter, and you know I can see it now and it's great.
Anyway now there's none of that drive to please him - to the point of perfectionism anymore .. but the feeling remains. The feelings of never being enough, of wanting to be super perfect perfect before anyone can love me/like me .. all that .. it's still there in me. It's just .. gone into everything - my studies, my job, my relationships with people .. all that. Constantly questioning myself in every single part of my life.
And that's enough with the replies from me
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