||[Tuesday, Jul. 8th, 2014|10:27 pm]
The richest girl in town.
I have been attempting to be mellow. I have to attempt this since it is just not in my nature to be mellow. It is in my nature to be riled up and outraged and frustrated and overwhelmed and heart-sore and overextended and stressed out. But stress is not good for you. I have read that stress causes high blood pressure and high cortisol levels and autism and a shorter lifespan and all sorts of things that are supposed to be bad for me and my spawn. Therefore, these days when I read things on the Internet or hear things on the news or listen to things come out of people's mouths that one might consider stressful, I spend a lot of time swallowing hard and gently running a hand over my belly, sometimes feeling a stern kick against my palm, as I will myself to be calm.|
This has required taking vacations from social media and from socializing in general. My patience has dwindled to nil, so if I am to keep calm and carry on, I must remove from my environment those things that it is not in my nature to overlook or ignore. For being myself--an adult who was abandoned by both parents as a child and who has spent most of her life trying very hard to convince them both to love and protect and cherish her--I have a tendency to internalize all kinds of things that have nothing to do with me. Other people's shit. This includes a lot of things, I've realized. I am not entirely surprised by this, but I do puzzle over it a little.
I just wrote about several of those things in detail and then deleted the passage. I guess, put simply, I'm really fucking over being asked or expected to make myself smaller, to apologize for my successes and achievements, or to hide my happiness because it makes other people uncomfortable or insecure or jealous or what-the-fuck-ever. If those requests or expectations also seem steeped in white privilege and entitlement and therefore don't seem to exist for white people who buy houses or choose to have children or work towards healthy relationships or have spent a decade and a half building a career, then doubly fuck that.
People, go deal with your shit, and deal with it way the fuck over there. Because I have my own shit to deal with, namely telling the little girl in Chicago whose parents fled to the coasts while she was a toddler that she's worth it, that she deserves love and happiness and good things, that trying to fix herself won't make other people less broken.
I guess, also, along with this comes a request of my own--that we all try to move through the world being a bit more compassionate, a bit more empathetic, and a lot more generous in good will towards people we call friends.
There's a concept that's probably not exclusive to the ICAN forums/list that you seem to also be coming to: "gestate in peace," or GIP. It's usually offered as support for women with a history of birthing trauma and/or other emotional stress around labor/delivery, as well as part of a trigger warning for those trying to, well, gestate in peace--to surround themselves with only positive influences around an already-stressful period in hopes to lower their risk of adverse outcomes, physical or emotional.
You definitely deserve to gestate in peace, as well as simply be as you are (no smaller), be proud of your achievements and successes, and be happy.
I wish you the best possible birth, with all the support, respect and joy that anyone deserves. You're obviously doing well within your own life (personally and professionally), and it sucks that others are trying to diminish or undermine that, intentionally or not.
You're worth every measure you take for your own peace of mind and body.
Edited at 2014-07-09 06:39 pm (UTC)
I'm going to affirm your right to have as peaceful a pregnancy as possible, and not deal with Other People's Shit.
And put your request firmly in my heart.
I'm right there with you and sending you lots of love and support. Stay strong but also stay soft.
you work your ass off and deserve all of the good things. some of those good things being friends who are happy for you. and i am. very much so. you're amazing lady. i'm grateful you're in my life. i will try to help with mellow. xo
Pregnancy made a fantastically clear friendship filter for me.
You're great, Lauren. You are lovable, you deserve to be loved and protected and cherished, and you are capable of loving in such an amazing and open way, and your child is going to be so lucky to be born to that, to a person who knows what love is worth and gives it generously.