I put myself into a situation where I was lonely with no support system, because my first choice was to run and not to wait for anything to get better…. because I’d been waiting for months for it to get better and it deteriorated into outright hate. I became the villain in someone else’s story very quickly, and removed myself so that I could no longer be blamed for anything that happened in Tiina’s circle of influence. Because what I found is that they didn’t want collaboration. They wanted silence. That is where the rubber meets the road, because my voice can be tamed…. but it cannot be erased. What hurt so much was having to take down what was, in effect, my identity. Tiina’s daughter’s boyfriend pathologized caretaking/caregiving as pathology (obsession). That is not a “let’s hope things will get better” sort of situation. When I told Brian I was running, he said that would probably be his choice, too.
So I know that I am not being ignored, either. I am being thought of even when it’s not appropriate to reach out. That means more than anything, because I am not getting the signal that it was wrong to run pre-emptively. I was painted as someone with an obsession, and not a friend that jumped in to help. For the first time in my life, I did not immediately switch to people-pleasing and start trying to jump up and down for approval and love.
I do not know what Tiina is saying with her silence, and I do not care to think about it much- because whatever I’m thinking, it’s probably wrong, anyway. What I can do is take this time to improve myself, and not think of all the passive-aggressive comments that should have told me that I wasn’t going to be around much longer.
What I have learned is that there’s a difference between “I’m offended” and “I support you.” Just because Tiina wasn’t offended by anything I said doesn’t mean that she was fully on board, either. But it’s not my job to have both halves of that conversation. But what I do know is that I feel like I’m missing a limb, and I don’t really want to know if Tiina feels like that or not. Because if she does, there is officially nothing I can do about it but sit here and hurt.
I am certain that Tiina feels betrayed by my actions, but she hasn’t been living in dysfunction junction her whole life, punished as the truth teller, then given a few months of reprieve where I thought I was safe and had the rug yanked out from under me. I will never be seen as anything in her family but threatening from now on, and not because that’s the story I told. It’s because that’s the story that the people who read it gleaned. Reading comprehension is so important, because I think a better indication of whether I was an obsessed friend or not would have been asking Tiina what was true and not me. Because everything I ever did for her family was on her authority, not my own. I was learning how to be a member of a family structure, not just winging did not decide to go upstairs and parent the children. I was asked to go and take Tiina’s messages upstairs because she couldn’t do it herself. I did not decide to do anything, I responded to the information that was given. I feel like I was truly burned for trying to help, and that feeling isn’t going to go away quickly or easily. Right now, the safest place for me is in my own bed with my own computer across my lap. I control everything here, and no one is coming.
I didn’t react to being wrong. I reacted to being “handled.” I will absorb that I was wrong. I will not absorb that I am a dangerous character on top of it. I have been told I’m a dangerous character for years. The truth is that I am a dangerous character. Terrifying for people who live their lives in a way they cannot afford to be seen. And believe me, now that I have analyzed patterns in reverse, I see it all.
Creating this family system was a mistake because I was too lonely. I wasn’t looking for threats the way I normally would. I had taken down every bit of armor in hopes of being seen for real. My vulnerability was met with humiliation, and at that point, I’m out. I am a writer and because of that, I am going to make publishing mistakes all the time. That does not mean that there is something wrong with me and my whole ass voice is the problem.
I am not a bad person. I am constantly punished for looking. For wanting to understand. I do not understand spending all this time building a system with Tiina only for her to abandon it, but at the same time, it wasn’t a good fit. If her kids don’t trust me, I’m not going to contort myself into someone they do. I do not mask anymore because I do not have the ability or energy. There is nothing on earth I will do in order to see if I can get someone to like me. It never works and it only makes you look desperate.
But there were just signs that I was taking on too much, because entries about my own life on the farm were seen as intrusive and suspect, not “this is a new family system we are building.” It was my understanding that I was there to mind the gap between what Tiina needed and what was physically possible for her. I wrote from that perspective, taking on a partnership I didn’t even know I wanted until it was presented to me that way. Just be my girlfriend in that 1950s way all straight women say it.
Sure.
Understood.
But all of that takes planning on my part. I did not realize that planning out loud would be seen as threatening, either. Literally nothing in my brain said, “what you meant is not what’s going to be taken.” I thought we were all on the same page. We weren’t. It’s devastating because I know that I don’t want my story with Tiina to be over, but if she does not contact me, it is.
That is because she has tried to reset, but there has been no repair.
I don’t want to do that thing where we just pretend that nothing happened. There was a huge fracture and I’ll never get over it. I didn’t handle it well, and I just want to move on. Because from the outside it absolutely looks like I was mad I was told I was wrong. Nope. People have been telling me I was wrong every day since 1977.
I am not going to live in an environment where the baseline is that I’m obsessed with someone, and anything I say is a plus or minus to that narrative. When you are put on a performance improvement plan at work, it’s not wise to do anything but look for a new job.
The hardest part here is knowing that I do not fit in anywhere. Brian and Tiina made me feel safe and loved, but that was short-lived because their entire family is not just them. I am certain that running at first blush feels like a temperamental diva thing to do, but no one in that family knows what my last 12 years have looked like and why their accusations hurt so much.
I was never obsessed with:
- Diane
- Meagan
- Kathleen
- Katharin
- Angela Paris
- Dana
- Aada
- Tiina
They’re not here because I’m obsessed. They’re here because they mattered enough to write down. Not all of them are romantic, not all of them are platonic. But they all shaped my life and made it better during the time they were present. The reason the Aada storyline lasted as long as it did is that we didn’t have any on-the-ground connection to shore up online interaction…. all of those entries are reconciling caregiving that was pathologized as well…. leading to a mystery that lasted over a decade.
I am not tired of being wrong. I am tired of being pathologized. That something as simple and sweet as wanting to give of myself to make my friends’ lives smoother was seen as suspect. That will never be right, and from what I have seen, they do not want to try to make it so.
Stories That Are All True 