Being emotional

Being emotional is freedom.

Being emotional is also an insult. We conspire to tell the story that some people are rational, making sensible decisions that should be followed, and some people are emotional so should be discounted.

We have two alternatives, to have feelings or emotions. We sense our own feelings, and give little outward sign of them, or perforce show our emotions with our faces and bodies for all to see. And deride. The dominant person, usually male, has and shows the right feelings and emotions which we admire, and lower status people are emotional, because they feel the wrong things which get in the way of sane and sensible decisions.

I notice my mouse hardly moves the pointer. Great sweeps of my hand barely move it an inch. So I swap it with another. I have to change my password, and oddly make the same miskey the twice I type it, so the computer and I disagree about what it is. So I can’t log in again. I call computer support, which can take over my computer to let me reset my password but not this computer. So I have to switch on the other computer, pass the phone over the screen between the booths, pull out enough of its cable to let it sit on the desk, go back and get the other mouse….

And all I wanted was to log on, which I should do in a jiffy and without help! I am humiliated. Not by others who are happy to help and pass the phone over, but by the distance between my desire and my power. And much of my energy goes on suppressing that feeling below my own consciousness, which I think means that my body shows it to everyone as emotion, though I do not have the brass neck to ask. Rather than being my fuel, my unacceptable emotions hobble me.

All this is hard work. Ten hours a week with others is exhausting to me.

Of course your feelings are intense, says Tina. Consider children, how their joy is unbounded, their rage and misery too, and then they notice adults do not behave that way, and stop.

She was so delighted by the joy of her grandson! We clustered round her phone to watch in delight.

My current idea of mastery is feeling my feelings so they do not show as emotion, rather than my old tactic of suppressing them out of consciousness. Showing them, being allowed to, admired rather than despised for them seems impossible.

Why would you not want your feelings seen? Because they are mine, and no one else’s. My sense of the world not a weapon to be held against me, a traitor inside my brain. And I do not want to suppress them, because that means suppressing my own voice. I want to be heard.

So I am pleased when I can say to Tina “I find it hard to believe anything good about myself, or that anyone could have regard for me”. Rather than suppress the feeling and have it manifest in tears I feel it so can say the sentence with only a slight quaver in my voice. This is progress. It means I get better at seeing who and how I am rather than suppressing it because it is too painful to admit.

My inability to accept my feelings disempowers me so that I cannot know myself or others. I am stymied, trussed up by it.

How might a “party” be? Twenty minutes in the group room making desultory conversation while a cake sits uneaten in a corner, or the afternoon off drinking and getting a taxi home from the nightclub at three? Somewhere between these extremes. I am unsure where, and I need to Know so I will not be disappointed. I do not go, though I have been invited- valued more than I value myself- as this session has been so much hard work.

Or how might others see me? To be despised or beloved. Such extremes, neither likely. How might I see better?

All this is hard work. I am still learning the lessons of teenage.

I had not wanted to go to the office. I had no motivation. I had to force myself. Yet when I went it was alright. People were OK.

5 thoughts on “Being emotional

  1. I learned to guard my emotions — especially sad ones — from an early age at my mother’s spanking hand as she rejected my feminine identity and by boy “friends” who delighted in my crying and sadness and frustration at their taunts and insults. I’ve only really cried once in the last several years. I sobbed, literally, in my ex-wife’s arms under the weight of her disapproval and worse, I feared, her rejection.
    Recently I’ve so wanted to cry, to relieve some of the sadness and fears that I experience. I really don’t care if showing my emotions is seen as “less than” or weak. I’d love to return to the free flowing of my tears from childhood. My pattern is to go into my mind, get busy, and sidestep the emotions. Working on it in therapy, among other things.

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  2. I’ve heard, so often, that the introduction of (o)estrogen can bring with it strong emotional reaction. Since I cannot undergo HRT, for health reasons, I have always been curious as to its potential effects on me. Gosh, I can cry even over the silliest things now. What might a surge of female hormones do to me?

    For most of my life, I was able to summon my testosterone in order to overcompensate for my more-feminine natural emotional state. Like Emma, I was punished for any demonstration of femininity when I was young. My mother, more often, used a switch than her hand in doling out that punishment. Outside of my home, I made sure that I was seen as a masculine young man, and I used athletics to facilitate my macho facade. I especially enjoyed playing football, as I could release my pent-up anger in an acceptable manner, even if that anger was only a replacement for the tearful emotion I could not allow to be seen.

    Living an authentic and feminine life has given me permission to display my emotions. Tears of joy certainly lead to a more overall ebullient life, but those of sorrow can, as well. Although I still can express anger (because there is still much for which to be angry in this transitional life), I am more apt now to cry than shout. Don’t test me on that, however! 😉

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    • Yes. Being authentic means the feelings are closer to the surface. And, well, progesterone especially really set me off. And women have told me of the positives, feelings more immediate and vivid, and the benefits of menopause, getting the cool head back.

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      • While being treated for my blood clot problems a couple of years ago, a test of my blood revealed that my testosterone levels were low and estrogen levels higher than what is considered normal for a 65-year-old man. The doctor told me that my natural levels were closer to that of a post-menopausal woman. I believe that he ordered that test because he suspected that I was not being truthful about not taking hormones, as HRT can be a cause for blood clots.I still don’t know the reason for the blood clots, but, like I told the doctor about my hormone levels, I was not a 65-year-old man anyway; I was a 65-year-old woman!

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