Something I've been reflecting on in lockdown and wonder if anyone can relate, or has found a way to improve on this for themselves.
I have a hard time enjoying things on my own. Its not that I need company - I'm quite introverted - it's more that I don't see that point of doing things when I'm on my own. And it's not always a conscious decision, it doesn't occur to me to do nice things if it's just me. This is more of a factor in lockdown where I'm spending a lot of time in the house on my own when DH is at work (we have slightly different working patterns) No kids btw, not something i want to get into but please no 'you're so lucky to be bored' posts!
I sometimes feel like I don't really exist if other people aren't around. Not literally of course, but like I could just be put in a cupboard and the light switched off until I'm useful again. If I lived alone I could easily spend the whole weekend passing the time staring into space before work rolls round again. I know that makes me sound depressed but I'm not, it's more about self worth, and a very, very deeply conditioned trait of working on what other people want, and not really knowing how to apply this to myself - I feel a bit lost if there's not someone else there to look after or by happy for.
If you're wondering what the relationships/childhood link is, years ago a therapist helped my identify that this trait was a result of having parents I had to pander to, and ignored my needs. I appreciate that sounds a bit dramatic, so to give some context. My mum was a very anxious and resentful person. Everything we did was framed about her. Eg if I hurt myself, the response would be 'why are you scaring me like this' if we argued; 'why are you doing this to me?' if we really argued 'you're sending my crazy' etc. That was compounded later on by a violent boyfriend with the typical 'look what you've made me do' angry outbursts.
Alongside this, I don't remember ever spending quality time as a family, except for things my mum wanted to do. Eg we'd go to the backstreet boozer pub and sit outside while she drank, we had a couple of holidays with nothing to do for kids. She sent us out to play so we weren't under her feet but it was about her getting peace and quiet not because she thought we might like to play out. We had to stay in bed, silent, until she got up, and we had to stay upstairs, silent, after tea because that was 'her time'.
This combined meant that from a young age I was very aware of how other people were feeling and my job to keep the peace. Not to inconvenience anyone, not to upset anyone, not to be a burden on anyone. I became so good at hiding my own feelings I think I forgot I had any.
All that was a long time ago and I'd like to think that I've made peace with everything and become a fairly well functioning adult, in a happy relationship etc. But on this lockdown and spending more time on my own I was a bit surprised to realise how much of that trait is still here. DH is supportive and though we've never formally discussed it, he does encourage me to be a bit more selfish eg he put the heating on timer so I don't sit in a cold house, he does more housework to encourage me not to spend 'my time' cleaning, he bought nice food in and encouraged me to eat it while he was out instead of waiting til he's back.
I've thought about posting on this subject before and I haven't because it feels like such a silly thing to complain about. I would be interested to know if anyone can relate. Iv read similar feelings for when people have been in caring roles for a long time though appreciate that has a lot of additional stressors that I don't have.