I had my bi-weekly therapy appointment today.
It never ceases to amaze me how some weeks I feel worse when I leave than I did when I got there. It’s not always like that, but sometimes it is, and today was one of those times.
Our conversation started out awkward as I told her I wouldn’t be able to pay her until our next visit. Too many automatic bills on the same payday as my rent is due. It’s out of my hands… Only it’s not really, but I don’t know how to control it… yet. I couldn’t help feeling like — I don’t know what, really. Deb said it was almost like I was afraid I was going to get into trouble. Maybe she’s right, I don’t know.
It’s not like she has to worry. She knows I’ll pay her for both sessions next time. It’s happened a few times before when the timing was bad and I’ve always made good on my bill. I’ve never given her any reason to worry that I’ll skip out on her. I feel guilty though, because she’s self-employed and relies on the payments from her– what am I a patient? A client? I don’t really even know. But I can only assume that, unlike me, she is not living paycheck to paycheck.
I don’t know. Maybe I wanted her to tell me exactly how this would affect her, or more specifically, how it would not affect her. Maybe I wanted her to let me off the hook when in truth, I’m the one who had me on the hook in the first place.
From there our conversation turned to my relationship with money and what I lacked growing up and my need to fill the void. I talked for a bit about the financial lack I grew up with and how earlier in my adult life (not so terribly long ago at all, actually) I had a bad habit of frivolously spending money and then not having enough for the things for which I needed it. I’ve made significant improvements in that respect; thinking carefully about how and on what I’m spending my money and whether or not it’s worth the expense, whether I can truly afford it. I’ve learned a lot and done a much better job of controlling my finances each pay period and what I’ve learned is that I now need to work on effectively managing my money on a monthly basis, carrying over funds from one pay period to the next as needed to cover expenses that the next check won’t be big enough to cover.
This whole being a grown-up thing kinda sucks. I really hate “I can’t afford it” being the thing that holds me back, the thing that keeps me from doing what I want to do. But it is and it does. Being a grown-up kinda sucks.
Then Deb said she felt like we weren’t just talking about money, lacking material things. She thinks there’s a relevant connection between the lack of material goods that I’m apparently trying to make up for (or at least I was) and the lack of emotional provisions I grew up with.
This is an old song, and if you’ve heard it before, please forgive me and skip down a few paragraphs. But here’s the thing. My parents split up when I was two years old. I’m the youngest of three with a sister three years older and a brother five years older than I am. My Father cheated on my Mother and ultimately left us for the other woman. I saw him on two week-ends a month (sometimes less) and the other two watched him come to the house and take away one of my siblings and leave me behind. (He thought he was doing a good thing by spending one week-end alone with each of us, and then the fourth one with all three.)
My mother was clinically depressed and had nothing to give her children in the form of emotional support or availability. She didn’t manage her money well and left her family lacking in material possessions and good food on a regular basis. She was always “too tired” to deal with her children. She never helped with homework, she never “played” with her children. She never even wanted to listen to us. Oh, I could tell you stories about her inability to be available, but suffice it to say, she wasn’t emotionally available and she wasn’t paying attention enough to know what that was doing to her children.
My brother hated me. He used to beat me regularly. The world is a different place now, but if we were kids today, we’d have been separated and taken out of my mother’s home by now.
My sister and I got along OK, but she’s three years older and there came a time when she was more interested in teenager things, and her friends outside of the home, than she was in me.
I was unpopular and relentlessly teased in elementary and middle school. And in middle and high school, my mother never approved of the people who actually did want to be my friends. She wouldn’t let me go out with my friends. She’d yell at me to get off the phone with them after 15-20 minutes. And they couldn’t understand what the situation was. Eventually, she drove a wedge between me and each of them, until being my friend was just too much trouble for them to go to.
I was alone all the time, even in a room full of people. It sucked, but I got used to it.
I truly believe I have worked through most of the anger and pain that I felt for so long over the lack of emotional connections growing up. But despite working through those things, I don’t know how to “undo” the damage. I’m working from a deficit, here. I don’t know how to do emotional connections and I’m not at all convinced that it’s worth learning, even if I could.
I told Deb, “I don’t know how to fix that ‘lack.’ I don’t have any control over that, so I just focus on what I can control; money, things.”
And then we stared at each other for several agonizing seconds, like we were in some sort of Mexican stand-off. Maybe I was trying to convince her, maybe she was waiting for me to reconsider.
People are so afraid of being alone. They’re so afraid to be alone that they’ll stay in bad relationships, years after they’ve stopped being any value at all. People hop into bed with the first person who shows interest in them, all in the name of emotional connection; trying to fill the void of love left by their parents or other significant figures. Only it never works and people hop out of that bed and into the next one, over and over, just trying to find something that can’t be found in the first place, and for what? So that they won’t be alone?
But I’m used to being alone and it’s not so bad. I’ve got no one to answer to. No one to fight for the remote, or argue over what shows to watch. No one to clean up after. No one to be dissatisfied with how much, or how well, I clean up after myself. No one to hog the covers at night or squirm in the bed while I’m trying to sleep. No one taking up space in the closet or dresser. I go where I want to go, do what I want to do, watch what I want to watch, listen to what I want to listen to. I deal with my own problems and I don’t have to listen to anyone else’s.
So really! What’s so bad about being alone, anyway?
9 thoughts on “What’s So Bad About Being Alone Anyway?”
Being alone isn’t a bad thing. I think you’re right. It’s just that some people are comfortable with it and some are afraid of it. If it’s right for you, and that’s what you want, it’s not wrong at all.
There’s a difference between being alone and lonely. I don’t mind being alone…in fact at this point in my life, I cherish the “me” time. I’ve loved two men in my life….Michael, with whom I was with for 10 years and who was the one, true, love of my life….and Frank, whose only flaw was that he was not Michael. I’ve learned that the loneliness I feel is because I haven’t opened my heart to people with whom I’ve felt a closeness to…that includes my family and friends. I make an effort every day to open myself up to new people and new experiences. It is easy??? Absolutely not….but is it worth it??? Without a doubt, Absolutely. I guess what I’m trying to say is that there is absolutely nothing wrong with being alone….as long as I realize that it’s not something I’m settling for and that for the time being, that just way it is. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. I hope that makes sense.
Naturally, sometimes I’m lonely too, but most of the time I’m just alone. Maybe “on my own” is a better way to put it.
The thing is, the work and the effort it takes to not be alone is beyond me. The active pursuit of company/closeness/intimacy requires skills and abilities I didn’t develop growing up and now in my “old age” I feel like it’s beyond my grasp.
Am I lonely sometimes? Sure. But that’s fleeting. The rest of the time I’m just on my own and that’s the part it seems like some people don’t understand.
Hi! Just finished reading all of your old post working my way up to the most recent before I started commenting on any of your posts :). I hope you don’t mind and it might explain why you’ve had some odd spikes in viewings (and sorry if it did). So now that introductions are out of the way, there is nothing wrong being “alone”. But I don’t see you as being really alone, you have a cat, so your only lacking human companionship. When I’m home I almost never consider myself alone since I have my dogs. I talk to them and they are always with me, getting up when I get up and walking to another room when I do. Not sure how (normal) cats are but the cat I had (who kinda thought he was a dog and whose best friend was a rottweiler) would walk with me sit with me. I’ve never seen anything wrong with being alone in the sense that there aren’t any humans around, I look forward to this “alone” time. It allows me to be without having to worry about what others think because I know the animals might think that I’m an odd human but they still love me.
I don’t mind the spike in the stats at all. It became apparent after a while that someone was reading all the old stuff. I’m happy for that so there’s no need to feel bad.
It’s interesting that you mention the cat. He’s quite old now and I don’t really know how much longer he’s going to be around. I’m rather torn about how to feel about that. I will miss him, of course, but I’ll be glad not to have the mess that he makes. On the other hand, when he’s gone, I’m worried about what it’s going to feel like in my house with nothing and no one breathing the air but me. I’m debating whether I want to get another pet and if so, how quickly. These are all questions I can put off till a later time (hopefully).
Anyway, I’m happy to have you here and I hope you’ll keep coming back. That is what I’m here for after all!
I know what you mean by being torn. Around six or seven months ago, one of my rotties had to be put to sleep. He was sick and just kept getting sicker. His quality of life wasn’t good and he was in pain. I’m happy that I am no longer constrained by the strict schedule for his medications and not having to clean up after him. But that doesn’t make it that much easier, I still miss him. The option of euthanizing him was never on the table untill I thought that his quality of life was being compromised. Having my other rottie around was helpful, as she was going through the same greif I was. She was missing him the same as I was. So getting another cat before something happens might be helpful to you since you will have someone to greive with and to come home to.
The only time I consider euthanizing an animal is if their quality of life is bad or they are so aggressive that no amount of therapy and training can help. With your little kitty might just be a urinary tract infection, a short course of antibiotics could clear up the problem if thats it. Or it could just be old age. Either are possiblities.
I don’t really consider euthanasia an option either, unless and until his quality of life is bad. He is 18 years old, though, and while I know he CAN live for several more years, I know most cats don’t.
I see changes in him. Nothing that makes me think he’s in pain or anything, but changes nonetheless. His hair is no longer sleek and shiny and he weighs half what he used to. When he stands still I see him wobble and shake like he’s having trouble maintaining his balance. According the chart on the wall at the vets office, he would be about 90 in human years now. When my Grandfather was 90, well, he was in much the same shape. 🙂
I think this is just a matter of him running the course of his life and I’ll do what I can to make it good while he’s still here.