Sunday, February 21, 2010

This class is doing a number on me

Just completed my developmental psych journal for this week.  The question posed by my teacher relates to parental rearing style.  I avoided this journal assignment for a week, not wanting to sit down an look at that part of my childhood.  i didn't know how honest I was going to be until I sat down to write it.  B/c, you see, my mother was abusive...even to me as a small child.  and although she hurt me, i absolutely don't want to betray her to a strange teacher on the other side of my uploaded document. 

This is what i ended up submitting.  


My mother and father divorced when I was 6 years old.  My mother then moved over 800 miles away from my father and his family with me and my sister.  As such, my father had a very limited role in my upbringing and was never an active caregiver.  My mother read many books as a first-time parent.  However, I think, like most, she relied mostly on how she was raised simply adding the “book” knowledge as a supplement.  My grandmother raised my mom using the authoritarian model whereas my grandfather used the authoritative model.  I would characterize my rearing as mostly authoritative. 
            As described in the chapter, traditionally African-American households use a “no-nonsense” discipline style (Berk, 2007, p.281).  This style is usually paired with physical punishment as a form of discipline.   Although physical punishment is typically frowned upon in public arenas, it is widely accepted within African-American circles (Berk, 2007, pg. 268).  The author states that this particular parenting style typically combines strictness and limited use of physical punishment with warmth and reasoning in that the child internalizes the punishment as corrective with the child’s best interest at heart.  Without warmth and reasoning, the text explains that children see physical punishment as an “act of personal aggression”.  The book says this occurs when the parent is highly agitated and rejecting of the child when delivering the punishment (Berk, 2007, pg. 268).  Social learning theory elaborates on how harshly treated children develop a chronic sense of being personally threatened and that the child learns to avoid the punishing parent.  Additionally, it describes how harsh punishment alleviates the problem for the parent immediately making it more likely  the parent will continue to use it which can spiral into serious abuse (Berk, 2007, pg. 266).  I illuminate these parts of the book because this is my personal experience.

            My mother widely used the threat of or use of physical punishment to enforce her authoritarian parenting model.  Although a totally normal and common parental style within the African-American culture, my mother utilized it without warmth, explanation and in a rejecting manner.  Additionally, b/c it was easy, she used it often and many times the punishments became quite abusive.  As the child, I responded in a “textbook” manner in that this discipline resulted in chronic feelings of fear and anxiety finally leading to my avoidance of my mother whenever possible.  I do feel this affected me adversely, although maybe not in most of the ways described in the book.  The upside of this was that I was more cognitively and socially competent than most children (Berk, 2007, pg. 281), but I also struggled with depression and/or mental health problems as I grew up.
            In addition to using physical punishment for correcting inappropriate behavior, my mom used it as a training tool.  She read that showing flashcards and having young children sound out words early would result in faster rates of reading.  However, learning to read quickly became an anxiety-filled and fearful activity for me because I was punished for incorrect responses.  Additionally, to encourage and accelerate my desire to read on my own, she refused to read my favorite book to me any longer (an excessively high expectation that did not fit my developing capacity).  Her approach did work though; I was reading before 1st grade.  This was the beginning of a continuous learning strategy she would use for the rest of my life.  Fear of punishment for academic achievement limitations motivated me all the way through high school. 
            Like the description of the authoritarian parenting model on page 280-281 (Berk, 2007), my mother also did not value individualism or autonomy.  She held a belief that her children were extensions of herself rather than individuals with unique attitudes, attributions, values and abilities.  “Self-concept” was not encouraged and punishable.  I was not allowed to make decisions regarding almost anything until I moved away from home to go to college.  As a result, I still struggle with “self-concept” even as an adult.  She also used psychological control as well resulting in me feeling that her love was contingent on following the script she had written for her first-born daughter.    
            Many factors contributed to my mother’s parenting style.  As a product of her own authoritarian mother that used harsh punishment (even beating my mother with an extension cord at one point), she was more likely to use harsh punishment.  Coming from a physical punishment permissive community also increased her likelihood of using this style.  As a single parent, she carried a great degree of unmanageable parental stress resulting in high emotional arousal leading to an extreme parental response to her children.  Because of my experiences and rearing, I entered psychological therapy.  I was concerned that when I became a parent, I would repeat the mistakes made by my mother.  I am now less afraid of how I will treat my children despite my own past.  I will definitely raise my kids differently.  I foresee using all three morality perspectives to train and discipline my children.  Conversely, I do believe I would use some spanking in my rearing practices b/c as the text concluded, in warm, loving, reasoning familial environment, light physical punishment is not correlated with aggression and antisocial behavior but can lead to more cognitively and socially competent children.    
 




 

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Lessons from morning devotion-more reasons to die to self

Paul asked, What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death!  Romans 6:21 
this is the very realization I had on my therapist's couch this week.  That things I called "self" were behaviors that had lead to my own demise...and that yes, a lot of it created a great deal of shame.  compulsive eating, drinking too much, relationships and emotional attachments to the wrong people, smoking, etc have all lead me to reap death in my life.  Death of my self-worth, stupid decisions, dangerous/reckless behavior, a loose tongue that hurts people, and just drama,drama, drama.

Paul goes on to say " You are set free from sin and have become slaves to God, the benefit you reap leads to holiness and the result is eternal life" Romans 6:22

But it doesn't end there.  B/c honest the idea of being a "slave" to anything is a bit aversive to me.  And as much as I'd love to live forever, fear of death was never a reason I decided to follow Christ.  So what do i get?  Being a slave sounds sucky.  But you know what, that's the human me talking and the human me doesn't not understand the things of the spirit.  God's spirit growing inside me allows me to get it.  and then there are these wonderful list to put into words what the Spirit allows us to experience.  I love to lists.

What do i get for being a slave to God....well, his Spirit w/ in me which leads to:
  1. love
  2. joy
  3. peace
  4. patience
  5. kindness
  6. goodness
  7. faithfulness
  8. self-control
These are all things I am incapable of on my own. 
What does my nature give me?  well, let's compare:
  1. sexual immorality
  2. impurity
  3. debauchery
  4. idolatry and witchcraft
  5. hatred
  6. discord
  7. jealousy
  8. fits of rage
  9. selfish ambition
  10. dissension
  11. envy
  12. drunkenness
  13. orgies
Not a great life, eh?  and in additon to that, you will never see God.  The beautiful thing about the Spirit is that not only do you get list A, but the things that we natural do in list B are "crucified"  I love that imagery.  Galations says "those who belong to Jesus have crucified the sinful nature with it's passions and desires"

Praise be to God for his overflowing gifts of love.
doesn't sound much like slavery does it?  and you know what, it is not.  Jesus says that we aren't servants.  b/c servants don't know their master's plans.  And that he's letting us in on the plan so we aren't slaves.

Thank you, Father, for the joy that comes from serving you. 

pruning continued

The necessity of bearing fruit as a believer is all over the Bible. So, as a believer, one of the things I think a lot about is whether I actually bear fruit.  I most definitely hope I do, but it's one of those sort of invisible qualities that is unquantifiable a good bit of the time.  I find this similarly in teaching, you hope you are teaching well but you just never know if you are actually getting across to your students.

Well, in my BSF study this morning we came across yet another "fruit-bearing" scripture in John.  This one says (i'm paraphrasing), God is the gardener, Jesus is the vine, and believers are branches off the vine.  It also goes along to talk about how God prunes the branches that bear fruit, so that they can grow more fruit.  As I read this scripture and being a very visual person, an image of God in a gardening apron (like Martha Stewart style), gardening gloves, and pruning shears walking through his grape vine pruning the branches w/ grapes.  Which then conjured images of how I love to prune the dead flowers off my violets and how I this task makes me feel all warm-and-fuzzy towards my plants, so much so that i find myself caressing their leaves and talking to them. 
Which brought my mind back to God, which caused my eyes to well up w/ tears b/c that love i feel for my plants as I prune their flowers is nothing compared the love God feels for me.  And that the only reason he's pruning my life right now is so I can bear more fruit for him; so that I can carry on the work Christ began, supporting other believers and possibly calling more people into this flock; so that those people can know the love of God in same or greater ways than I do. 

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Pruning

For the last several months, I have been repeatedly convicted by God through His Spirit, but I'll leave that for another post. Today, I want to talk about what God has been doing w/in me for the last 24 hours.

Yesterday, I left the house for therapy and immediately ran into a huge traffic jam. I am never on time to therapy which is sore subject between me and myself. So, when realized that I was faced, yet again, w/ having to call the therapist to tell her I am going to be late, I began rebuking myself. I absolutely HATE having to do call and say i'm running late, but I do it b/c it's courteous. I hate having to admit that I screwed up, that i'm not perfect, etc. and realistically, even w/o the traffic jam, i would have been late (turns out she was stuck in the same traffic jam and it was no big deal).

So i'm sitting there in traffic assaulting myself for never being on time and how frustrated i make myself. So when my therapy session started, this is the first thing I start talking about. First she starts dissecting the "why" am i always late....by relating a story about a friend of hers that is similarly always late. And she says "she just wants to get one more thing done and it's part of her drive to be the most productive, the most perfect, the best. is any of this true for you?"

I started trying to answer her and all of a sudden tears came. I have a Level III total meltdown from that point on during the session. What started out as "i'm sick of being late everywhere I go; i'm sick of always being in panic/hurried/anxious mode b/c i'm late and letting someone down by not being perfect" became "i can't make anything work in my life". I can just hear the awweee's. don't do it! this is not the point of this post.

So in this therapy session, we looked at how being late related to my inability to set and keep limits and how that is pretty much the whole reason I'm here at the eating disorders clinic. It's the reason I overeat; it's the reason I drink too much when I drink; it's the reason i get addicted to things (cigs, people, etc); it's the reason I can't say "no" to anyone for fear of letting someone down; it's the big gorilla that's been riding my back since birth (thanks, Mom). But what's important about this was my therapist's next question.

"If you got rid of this (start living w/ limits), what would you gain? How does living w/o limits serve you now?"  more tears, of course. My answer : I don't know what's under all that, but I feel like if I could get rid of it, I could start really living.

Although this is entirely secular counseling, God is in all things for believers. This is where God has been trying to bring me for months.
when I went to my first BSF seminar, affectionately called "a date w/ Jesus", i came away from it knowing "God is calling me to die to myself so that he can perfect me more fully". I also knew that I was totally unable to do that and that the idea of losing myself was unfathomable and impossible for me of my own will. So, I told God, "theoretically, i want to be of service to you.  i want to be obedient, but i can't. you'll have to do it in me, if that's what you want".

And i still can't, but in therapy yesterday I realized that "self" that i was so desperately clinging to in Jan, is the exact thing that I told my therapist was "something i want to get rid of to start really living". God knew that I needed to see the irony in my irrational holding on the very thing that was causing me all my problems.  Praise be to God for his revelation and for coming at me the way I needed Him to!

I left therapy, still in tears, driving, smoking, praying "Lord, i'm so weak. I cannot do this w/o you" wallowing. wallowing. wallowing. 

But when I came home last night, I got on my knees and that early wallowing prayer became "Lord, i'm so weak. But in my weakness, you are strong. I'm yours. Take this old self and replace it w/ more of your Spirit so that you can use me and so that I can know the peace and joy that comes from obedience to you".

I went to bed tearful but joyfully. And this morning, as I read my Bible study homework....i felt the Spirit in a way, I haven't in a long time. I'm full w/ Him. I'm overcome. I'm so overjoyed but in this sort of quiet calm way. And i keep breaking into tears.  Tears from the overwhelming feeling of love, joy, marvel at the God I serve and His might and His mercy and His grace and His love. I'd think i was having a manic episode, if I didn't know this was just what I prayed for last night.

 I will continue to stumble and I will fall, but the mighty Counselor is alive and well within me.
Peace be with you