http://ifttt.com/images/no_image_card.png Before they were famous, Ike and Tina Turner performed at the first prom I ever went to some 52 years ago. Their hit song, "What's Love Got To Do With It?" permeated my young being as I pondered to myself -- but surely isn't everything driven in the name of love? I was idealistic and still immune to the lure of carnal passions; the concept of lust was yet foreign to my heart and body. This silent boundary was still in place; not for much longer, but still there, a psycho-spiritual border crossing.
Every young parent I talk to today wants to be friends with their children. I shudder as I think what a disservice we have done to ours. In our zeal to give them everything we did not have we have created a group that holds us hostage in their constant need for instant gratification whose emotional default demand is to swim in endless sea of "yes." Gone are the days where using ones' imagination reigned free and a simple cardboard box and crayons metamorphosis into daytime pleasure. I fondly remember old socks made into puppets creating endless hours of riveting (we thought!) drama with our audiences being asked to watch performances that danced on living room stages.
Perpetually winking at us with their teasing neon message-received lights, grabbing and commanding our children's' undivided attention is technology that lulls them into otherworldliness and non communication. Their little hands deftly tap into the wonder of the digital world and when a seven year old must teach an oldster like me how to change my ringtone or create an Instagram and Twitter account, we know we have entered foreign terrain. What does that do to relationships? How do we teach our young to speak and not text across a room to look another in the eye and to hear the simple sounds of everyday life? What holds us hostage as our loved ones lose themselves in a drug laden sea of chemical Forget-Me-Nots. Noted child development specialist, Joe Newman talks about the compassionate art of Raising Lions. He advocates setting consistent healthy limits or boundaries as the key to success.
Simply put, a boundary is an interaction with another and signifies the separation of one from another. It also signifies what is acceptable behavior in social discourse. If that is a boundary then relationships are the interactions we have with others, friends, family, children, work and love. In my work as a clinician who specializes in substance abuse and mental health, I too often come across youngsters and oldsters who have had no boundaries, or ones with the resistance of rubber bands They have long held their loved ones hostage in the name of love. I have met many a family member who was afraid to speak except with their checkbook and who in the name of love let their loved one run ripshod over them with endless nonsensical and ultimately hurtful demands.
I have had clients whose mothers are still making peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches for 34-year-olds, doing their laundry and not requiring them to work. And we have fathers who are afraid to set limits, putting daughters up in fancy hotels which serve as Ben and Jerry ice cream, methamphetamine rooms. We have loved ones who are afraid to say "no" to their spouses, as they fear their wrath, the loss of an idealized version of marriage, withholding of income and subsequent disintegration status. I have had estate attorneys, business managers held captive, as they are afraid of losing their almost-famous client. I have seen aging parents 88 years old who want to save their 62-year-old son or daughter who has failed to launch in life on multiple and crippling levels. All in the name of love.
Love, love, love -- the stuff of which songs are sung, sonnets are written and tapestries are woven in smitten celebration. Love is the amorous adhesive that binds us to one another and in its most elemental stages mimic's addiction. In its first stages our brains experience an increase in dopamine and decrease in serotonin so our mood, like that of the addicted brain, is highly unstable. Just stop and think for a moment about your first love. Heart beating fast, pulse racing, palms all sweaty and the rest of the world irrelevant, shut out. Surely this must be that type of love that stops us from saying no? Or do we use the excuse of love to make poor decisions when it comes to our loved ones? Are we truly afraid they will never speak to us again, cry uncontrollably and throw a three years old temper tantrum if we dare to utter a "no"?
As the great Dr Martin Luther King once said, "We Shall Overcome!" and you too can overcome the endless sleepless nights, the GPS tracking a of cell phones (remember -- you did not grow up to be a detective or to continually play Where's Waldo?), the baited breath waiting for that overdosed, under-conscious phone to ring and starting and finishing everyone's sentences and the endless employment of the royal enmeshed We. You no longer have to consider handcuffing your loved one, mortgaging your home or thinking that a medical marijuana card is indeed surely the answer to your loved one's dilemma. You no longer have to make up false stories in your head about where your loved one is: "Oh, he must be he's on sabbatical from school finding himself in the jungles of South America," or "That silence must mean he's touring the country in search of the perfect rock band."
You no longer have to run down Anguish Alley or Pity Path. While you may of in the name of love lived on Nagged Road, Raged-At-Parkway or Enmeshed Avenue those can be tossed aside for Boundary Lane. Think about this, as a friend and ally I urge and encourage you -- in what ways have you pleaded, nagged, yelled, scolded or otherwise tried to control an uncontrollable situation.
I have met many a parent or spouse, brother or sister who has lost their way in their worry about their loved one. They have forgotten their hopes and dreams and locked them in a trunk waiting until their loved one improves. When I think about my own life, I realize I was a mother, a daughter a wife, a friend and a social worker who could of told you I was, in Judith Vorst's terms, a no good, very bad person, as there was nothing I could do to help my loved ones. Standing on my head, robbing a bank, taking back all the bad things that happened, taking the bullet. I was in short totally, absolutely powerless.
Today I ask you to think about first, what is special about yourself? Then stop and reflect on what is special about your loved one? Tell me what makes your heart jump with joy about your loved one. Was she your first born? Do you remember when he learned how to tie his shoes and put those chubby arms around you with a big hug; or his first Little League game; or her first birthday party? Look in your heart and consciously reconnect with the experiences that make your memory smile
What are your fears, your worries today? What has happened that makes your heart hurt so? What has your loved one done or hasn't done? Have they emptied your check book and left it zero, stayed out all night without calling, flunked out of school, lost their job, changed their friends, lied, cheated, stolen, or had run-ins with law enforcement?
What have you tried to do? No doubt you have cornered, threatened, given and withdrawn. You have set boundaries and let them crumble and disintegrate into powdered dust. You have gone down Pity Path and to Martyr Ville and ended up in Victim Valley. You saw the show Intervention and tried it yourself? The intervention failed. Now it is time for some professional help. Sounds like a great idea, but you do not know where to go, or what to look for. The Internet is full of confusing answers, everyone is an expert and no one understands your unique story. You wonder, "Where can I go for help -- who can help my loved one?"
Loved Ones in Treatment
When loved ones are in treatment, families are often anxious. They want instant results, 24/7 communication with treatment providers and get angry when they do not get instantaneous results. Some families prefer that their loved one has a mental health or physical illness rather than a substance abuse or process disorder. Believe me, they get mighty angry if professionals disagree. Sometimes in an attempt to control information a loved one might take a clinical professional off the consent form as a way to exert control over them.
When this happens this is the time for the family to create a healthy boundary with their loved one letting them know that it is not acceptable behavior as this hampers the treatment team's ability to help them. Getting mad at the treatment provider is not the answer. Rather, setting and holding firm boundaries is the answer.
Sometimes doing nothing is the answer. The family has to trust that they have entrusted their loved one into safe and capable hands, as they themselves know they have not been successful for years. In truth, the centers I have referred to have such excellent reputations and do such great work that they do not need your loved one unless it really is the right mutually aligned match. So let it go. Stand back, pause and let the center do the work!
Let your loved one experience making his or her own bed and not ordering anyone around. The frustration you feel as a family is not that the treatment provider has failed but rather how long will it take for your loved one to join up their own dots and seek health and wellness for himself.
Today it is not uncommon to meet families who overly indulge their loved ones. Affluenza has been described as having been grown up with a sense of entitlement, developed poor judgment after coddling by very indulgent parents. We hear all the time about these Failure to Launch clients that range from the early teens to the late 60s. These are folks who have never or rarely have had to experience the consequences of their behavior and who are used to doing nothing and getting their own way -- whether it's having their mothers make them a sandwich while they are high in the middle of the living room sitting in the best chair as people scurry back around to wait on them, or they have never worked and have been on the trust-fund dole and still rage like a 3-year-old at age 63.
In an effort to make the world a better place for their loved ones, well-meaning parents have provided cushions they thought were soft which turn out to be as prickly as a cactus, biting them in the behinds as they are scared and held hostage by the unrelenting demands of a 5-year-old housed inside a young adult, adult and older adult body. While in treatment it is imperative for the identified patient, client, or student to learn new ways of being. It is equally important for loved ones to get help. Sometimes loved one are sicker then the identified clients. There is a saying nothing changes till someone changes. Waiting just for the identified patient to change maybe pure folly if those around him/her do not change! Treatment centers must look at change beyond the standard traditional "family week" of treatment and develop practices which look at systemic long term change."
It is when we develop compassionate discipline and choose to abdicate our role as hostages and hostage-takers that we can really begin to not take love's glorious and transcendent name in vain.
Thanks to Jimmy Nguyen and Jo Bainbridge MFT for your input and assistance.
from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/healthy-living/
Every young parent I talk to today wants to be friends with their children. I shudder as I think what a disservice we have done to ours. In our zeal to give them everything we did not have we have created a group that holds us hostage in their constant need for instant gratification whose emotional default demand is to swim in endless sea of "yes." Gone are the days where using ones' imagination reigned free and a simple cardboard box and crayons metamorphosis into daytime pleasure. I fondly remember old socks made into puppets creating endless hours of riveting (we thought!) drama with our audiences being asked to watch performances that danced on living room stages.
Perpetually winking at us with their teasing neon message-received lights, grabbing and commanding our children's' undivided attention is technology that lulls them into otherworldliness and non communication. Their little hands deftly tap into the wonder of the digital world and when a seven year old must teach an oldster like me how to change my ringtone or create an Instagram and Twitter account, we know we have entered foreign terrain. What does that do to relationships? How do we teach our young to speak and not text across a room to look another in the eye and to hear the simple sounds of everyday life? What holds us hostage as our loved ones lose themselves in a drug laden sea of chemical Forget-Me-Nots. Noted child development specialist, Joe Newman talks about the compassionate art of Raising Lions. He advocates setting consistent healthy limits or boundaries as the key to success.
Simply put, a boundary is an interaction with another and signifies the separation of one from another. It also signifies what is acceptable behavior in social discourse. If that is a boundary then relationships are the interactions we have with others, friends, family, children, work and love. In my work as a clinician who specializes in substance abuse and mental health, I too often come across youngsters and oldsters who have had no boundaries, or ones with the resistance of rubber bands They have long held their loved ones hostage in the name of love. I have met many a family member who was afraid to speak except with their checkbook and who in the name of love let their loved one run ripshod over them with endless nonsensical and ultimately hurtful demands.
I have had clients whose mothers are still making peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches for 34-year-olds, doing their laundry and not requiring them to work. And we have fathers who are afraid to set limits, putting daughters up in fancy hotels which serve as Ben and Jerry ice cream, methamphetamine rooms. We have loved ones who are afraid to say "no" to their spouses, as they fear their wrath, the loss of an idealized version of marriage, withholding of income and subsequent disintegration status. I have had estate attorneys, business managers held captive, as they are afraid of losing their almost-famous client. I have seen aging parents 88 years old who want to save their 62-year-old son or daughter who has failed to launch in life on multiple and crippling levels. All in the name of love.
Love, love, love -- the stuff of which songs are sung, sonnets are written and tapestries are woven in smitten celebration. Love is the amorous adhesive that binds us to one another and in its most elemental stages mimic's addiction. In its first stages our brains experience an increase in dopamine and decrease in serotonin so our mood, like that of the addicted brain, is highly unstable. Just stop and think for a moment about your first love. Heart beating fast, pulse racing, palms all sweaty and the rest of the world irrelevant, shut out. Surely this must be that type of love that stops us from saying no? Or do we use the excuse of love to make poor decisions when it comes to our loved ones? Are we truly afraid they will never speak to us again, cry uncontrollably and throw a three years old temper tantrum if we dare to utter a "no"?
As the great Dr Martin Luther King once said, "We Shall Overcome!" and you too can overcome the endless sleepless nights, the GPS tracking a of cell phones (remember -- you did not grow up to be a detective or to continually play Where's Waldo?), the baited breath waiting for that overdosed, under-conscious phone to ring and starting and finishing everyone's sentences and the endless employment of the royal enmeshed We. You no longer have to consider handcuffing your loved one, mortgaging your home or thinking that a medical marijuana card is indeed surely the answer to your loved one's dilemma. You no longer have to make up false stories in your head about where your loved one is: "Oh, he must be he's on sabbatical from school finding himself in the jungles of South America," or "That silence must mean he's touring the country in search of the perfect rock band."
You no longer have to run down Anguish Alley or Pity Path. While you may of in the name of love lived on Nagged Road, Raged-At-Parkway or Enmeshed Avenue those can be tossed aside for Boundary Lane. Think about this, as a friend and ally I urge and encourage you -- in what ways have you pleaded, nagged, yelled, scolded or otherwise tried to control an uncontrollable situation.
I have met many a parent or spouse, brother or sister who has lost their way in their worry about their loved one. They have forgotten their hopes and dreams and locked them in a trunk waiting until their loved one improves. When I think about my own life, I realize I was a mother, a daughter a wife, a friend and a social worker who could of told you I was, in Judith Vorst's terms, a no good, very bad person, as there was nothing I could do to help my loved ones. Standing on my head, robbing a bank, taking back all the bad things that happened, taking the bullet. I was in short totally, absolutely powerless.
Today I ask you to think about first, what is special about yourself? Then stop and reflect on what is special about your loved one? Tell me what makes your heart jump with joy about your loved one. Was she your first born? Do you remember when he learned how to tie his shoes and put those chubby arms around you with a big hug; or his first Little League game; or her first birthday party? Look in your heart and consciously reconnect with the experiences that make your memory smile
What are your fears, your worries today? What has happened that makes your heart hurt so? What has your loved one done or hasn't done? Have they emptied your check book and left it zero, stayed out all night without calling, flunked out of school, lost their job, changed their friends, lied, cheated, stolen, or had run-ins with law enforcement?
What have you tried to do? No doubt you have cornered, threatened, given and withdrawn. You have set boundaries and let them crumble and disintegrate into powdered dust. You have gone down Pity Path and to Martyr Ville and ended up in Victim Valley. You saw the show Intervention and tried it yourself? The intervention failed. Now it is time for some professional help. Sounds like a great idea, but you do not know where to go, or what to look for. The Internet is full of confusing answers, everyone is an expert and no one understands your unique story. You wonder, "Where can I go for help -- who can help my loved one?"
Loved Ones in Treatment
When loved ones are in treatment, families are often anxious. They want instant results, 24/7 communication with treatment providers and get angry when they do not get instantaneous results. Some families prefer that their loved one has a mental health or physical illness rather than a substance abuse or process disorder. Believe me, they get mighty angry if professionals disagree. Sometimes in an attempt to control information a loved one might take a clinical professional off the consent form as a way to exert control over them.
When this happens this is the time for the family to create a healthy boundary with their loved one letting them know that it is not acceptable behavior as this hampers the treatment team's ability to help them. Getting mad at the treatment provider is not the answer. Rather, setting and holding firm boundaries is the answer.
Sometimes doing nothing is the answer. The family has to trust that they have entrusted their loved one into safe and capable hands, as they themselves know they have not been successful for years. In truth, the centers I have referred to have such excellent reputations and do such great work that they do not need your loved one unless it really is the right mutually aligned match. So let it go. Stand back, pause and let the center do the work!
Let your loved one experience making his or her own bed and not ordering anyone around. The frustration you feel as a family is not that the treatment provider has failed but rather how long will it take for your loved one to join up their own dots and seek health and wellness for himself.
Today it is not uncommon to meet families who overly indulge their loved ones. Affluenza has been described as having been grown up with a sense of entitlement, developed poor judgment after coddling by very indulgent parents. We hear all the time about these Failure to Launch clients that range from the early teens to the late 60s. These are folks who have never or rarely have had to experience the consequences of their behavior and who are used to doing nothing and getting their own way -- whether it's having their mothers make them a sandwich while they are high in the middle of the living room sitting in the best chair as people scurry back around to wait on them, or they have never worked and have been on the trust-fund dole and still rage like a 3-year-old at age 63.
In an effort to make the world a better place for their loved ones, well-meaning parents have provided cushions they thought were soft which turn out to be as prickly as a cactus, biting them in the behinds as they are scared and held hostage by the unrelenting demands of a 5-year-old housed inside a young adult, adult and older adult body. While in treatment it is imperative for the identified patient, client, or student to learn new ways of being. It is equally important for loved ones to get help. Sometimes loved one are sicker then the identified clients. There is a saying nothing changes till someone changes. Waiting just for the identified patient to change maybe pure folly if those around him/her do not change! Treatment centers must look at change beyond the standard traditional "family week" of treatment and develop practices which look at systemic long term change."
It is when we develop compassionate discipline and choose to abdicate our role as hostages and hostage-takers that we can really begin to not take love's glorious and transcendent name in vain.
Thanks to Jimmy Nguyen and Jo Bainbridge MFT for your input and assistance.
from http://www.huffingtonpost.com/healthy-living/
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