Okay this word isn’t the easy kind of word like a colour that pocketcanadian and I were after, but it doesn’t tug at me in quite the same way as the words we have been having.

Selfishness would. That would cause all kinds of terrible feelings, but selflessness doesn’t cause so many.

I think I grew up thinking I had to be selfless. I was the meditator in my family, I had to take care of other people, and in the rare circumstances that I was selfish or needy or angry, things would often turn to shit, and I’d be the one ending up putting all of my stuff aside to fix it, yet again.

Selflessness was always my goal, or, I suppose, to be self reliant. To take care of others, and rely on nobody but myself to take care of myself. But it came with the cost of being so incredibly walled up and losing out on relationships with people because I could never let anybody in.

But somehow this last year (maybe? Maybe two years? I don’t know), I’ve become a bit better with this. Not with everybody, not even with the majority of people, but I think having therapy, and actually through my friendship with pocketcanadian, I’ve begun to learn better that it’s okay to have needs. And that relationships aren’t one sided.

And if I allowed myself to really think about this, I’d be yet again not so okay, because kids are needy, that’s their nature, and yet I grew up far far quicker than I should have had to. I was always, and still struggle so so much with it, putting all my needs aside if somebody else was needing. In fact this causes plenty of arguments between pc and I… My putting all of my stuff aside because I want to be there for her, if I think my stuff doesn’t matter because she’s having a hard time. That to be loved I need to be there for her, and be selfless. It’s sad, to think of a little girl thinking her worth and loveableness are dependent on being as quiet and self reliant as possible. That she’ll only be loved if she doesn’t ask for anything. That she’s entirely alone.

Anyway, like I said, this causes problems between pc and I. But pocketcanadian isn’t my family, she loves me and cares about my hurts and wants a two way relationship, like normal people. And so I’ve become better with it, I think. It still happens often, but I also feel less guilt day to day in asking for her, in being little and needy and taking her time.

I dont actually want to be selfless. I think that’s why this word doesn’t feel quite so bad, beause actually, I don’t feel so guilty as I have my whole life previously for not being selfless. My loving friendship here, as well as t (although of course that’s different because I’m paying her, but also she tells me frequently when I tell her otherwise, that I am deserving of time and attention), is changing this thing about me.

I still try to be selfless sometimes. And more often, in fact pretty much always, I think my stuff is less important than anybody else’s. And yet, somewhere deep down I’ve realised I don’t want to be selfless. And that feels huge. A massive, amazing thing. Something that’s better.

Because I want to have people be there for me. I love it when I am needy and terrible and pocketcanadian is loving and sweet and comforting. And she wouldn’t hang around if it was one way… If the only person needing was her.

I guess what I’m trying (and failing) to say, is that I have no desire to be selfless anymore, (even though i sometimes struggle with feeling like I should) , because I don’t want to miss out on having those needs met, and realising it’s okay to have them in the first place. And I don’t want to miss out on the amazing trusting relationships that come from letting people be there for you, and being there for them too.

One thought on “Selflessness

  1. i’m so very proud of you, for the hugeness of the this realization. that you count too, so much. that your needs matter. that you matter. i don’t want you to be need-less, i want you to be real, to bring all of the messiness and brokenness with you when you come. because not only is it genuine and reciprocal, but it makes others feel safe in their brokenness and messiness, too. it makes us feel not alone. that we’re all in it together.

    which is true. we are.

    hugging you so hard… đź’ś


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