So, I’ve been going to counselling sessions for a few weeks
now. Nothing revelatory really but emerging is a picture of myself and my life that
is repetitive; somewhat alone, withdrawn, feeling not good enough but
self-reliant and finding positive reinforcement in a close group and trying to
do my best.
It is true that behind this bland exterior, I do commit to
things – whether they be friends, family, work or even a childhood hero. And
from a young age I have been ‘warned’ about this; ‘you’re getting too close to
X.’ Similarly, more recently I have been told that I go overboard, including the childhood (sporting) hero!
It did hurt terribly when my previous employer – with whom I
had started as a student and performed well – promised me a global role and
then took it away again – thus changing my life and my having to start again.
I have subsequently ‘invested’ heavily in trying to be a
good husband and a good dad. That is now being thrown back in my face as I
write in 92
- Struggling and Tired . There is a deep sadness in this, just as there was in being
made redundant, and the betrayal that I
feel leaves a hole.
But, actually, what is the point in doing otherwise? Of
never committing for fear of being rebuffed? Yes, it makes one vulnerable but
to half-commit and be polite is to live a half life – perhaps as I am doing
now.
The counsellor mentioned that perhaps I was committing a huge amount to
my son and that I would have to cope with him moving away. And I was thinking
about this on the train into work after the session. Bit of a tangent but a
sports writer called Simon Barnes wrote an article once about how boxing should
be banned. He countered the arguments which stated that sportsmen also get hurt
in other sports by saying that the deaths in them were accidents whereas the
very aim of boxing was to render hurt.
In the same way, perhaps we invest in work, friends, family
sometimes to draw them close and get love and support in return but sometimes
to help them move away. At a mundane level, many of my old team developed
professionally and grew out to bigger roles – that is a good thing; I had no
wish to bind them to me. Similarly, the whole objective for our son is that he
grows up to be a confident and kind young man who goes out with desire, ability
and support.
With our nearest we should feel secure and loved and trusted
– I do not, and there is no blame in this really. Perhaps I am a rubbish person
but I cannot be any better. For my son,
I hope I shall retain his love always, that he will remember me as a positive
influence and that I can always be the trampoline on which he can depend.