I wonder just how many wear the super woman cape. I know this syndrome has become epidemic. Once we decide to wear that cape, we develop an unknown kinship with all the other women who have chosen the same. We have a common thread that binds us.
Until I started searching the internet - blogs - I felt alone. I never really stopped to think I could reach out. I was so caught up in my own struggle, consumed by emotions and running around trying to get everything done that I couldn't even fathom that there were other women doing just the same. Now I am amazed how I could think that way.
It’s true, I run from one problem to the next,
trying to do it all from dawn to way past dusk and one day melts into the next
and I don't know what day it is and I can't remember what day I did what.
My mind is always full with thoughts whirling
around making my heart race and the butterflies swarm. I miss appointments or
forget to make them in the first place. I can't remember my own list of things
to do but I am expected to remember everyone else's list too.
In the morning, I jump out of bed and look at
the clock. I am going to be late, but I am lucky. I get to go to work. Which
brings a whole slew of different situations to address.
I am also lucky to have my Mom. She is a God
send. She arrives and starts the dishes from last nights supper. She gets my
three year old Hunny Bunny dressed and gets her breakfast. Lately I have just
enough time to pop my meds and run out the door.
My husband is usually up way before me. He goes
out for a coffee and comes back. He paces the house waiting oh so patiently for
me to jump into my car. His car is not drivable. That is another story. Just as
I am ready to walk out the door he remembers he needs to take his meds. I wait
patiently at the door. Don't want to set him off.
So he drops me off and picks me up from work
Monday to Friday. It is frustrating not having my car available just in case
but I make that sacrifice so he isn't stuck in the house ranting and raving at
our teenage daughter.
Many days his auto pilot tries to take us some
place else so I have to point to our cut offs or he misses them. His mind is
somewhere else. Doesn't seem to matter that we have taken this route hundreds
of times, I still have to ask him where are we going?
He drives so slow that I feel another anxiety
attack hitting me hard. I am late and I just want to hurry up and get to work.
He lights up a cigarette and I follow his lead. We usually have two smokes by
the time I arrive at work. On a good day we don't argue in the car. Although
when he is pissed off with me he drives faster and I get to work sooner.
Arguments in the car are quite the norm. So
much so that it is a trigger for me. I can’t stand getting in the car with him.
I am trapped. He has even made a joke of it. I can’t escape and I am forced to
communicate with him. I have to listen when diarrhea of the mouth hits him.
Most times I don’t get sucked up into his episodes but there are times that I
can’t stop responding to his hate and anger with the same.
What do we fight about? I don't know. Anything
and everything. Stupid things. He knows I want him to open his window when
smoking in my car. I don't want it caked with nicotine and reeking
like an ashtray like his car. Yet he can't seem to do this one small request.
He's too cold. He forgot. Did he forget that he is supposed to love me and
cater to my every need? Oh yah, my mistake, it is the other way round.
Okay so I am at work. Guess what? He has to
call me. And call me. And call me. Why? He just wants to talk. He has to talk
to me about something important. He wants to know if I saw that
watch-a-ma-call-it. He calls to ask if I am busy. Of course I am busy. I am
always busy. I am at work.
It is frustrating because he has all this time
to wonder around aimlessly taking no responsibility for anything. When I get
home I look around to see what if anything he has accomplished today. Wow. He
cut the grass. Better hurry up and mention it to him before he pounces on me.
(Our front lawn is so small. It takes maybe five minutes with the push mower to
complete.)
My teenage daughter often cooks supper. Now she
does. For the last few weeks anyway. Otherwise nothing. I'll make Kraft dinner.
Or we have cereal. Or plain spaghetti with sauce poured from the can. Actually
we can't afford anything fancy like hamburgers or pork chops. There for a while
we all forgot what meat looks like. We eat a lot of pasta.
After supper I like to spend time with my four
year old granddaughter, my Honey-Bunny. Before I know it, it's bath time. Then
relax and watch a movie with a bedtime snack. Moving quickly along to bedtime,
story time and lights out time.
By ten o'clock she is sound asleep. Now I can
chose what to do. Should I watch a movie? Check my email? Blog? Clean? Spend
time with my teen aged daughter? What about my husband? All of the
above? I wish!
And now it is three o'clock in the morning
again. How did that happen? I should go to bed but I am not done yet. The
super woman cape is crazy glued to my shoulders and stapled for good
measure.
I am craving time for myself. It is an itch
that never gets scratched enough because if I take the time to really
scratch, yes everything would fall apart.
It is exhausting. How long does it take for a
super woman to burn out? Sounds like the start of a joke. How many newfies does
it take to change a light bulb? One to hold the lightbulb and four to turn the
house.
Sorry I diverged.
Just when I think I just can’t keep doing this,
I find the strength to carry on. I look at my husband , daughters and
granddaughters and remember what it is all about. They are my purpose. My
strength. My life. My love.
I ask myself, do I really want to remove the
proverbial cape?
I need to know more about the “super woman” syndrome
so I search it on the net. As usual there is not much information out there.
I found a hub by Cari Jean titled Superwoman
Syndrome. You can follow this link if you would like to read it.
Having read this, I am not so sure that I am a
superwoman. Or am I in denial? Maybe I am a knock off and not the real thing?
Cari Jean writes, “Are you trying to raise a
family, have a career, serve in your church, keep up your home, attend all of
your kids activities, work out at the gym and be socially active? Are you
constantly on the go? Do you ever give yourself a break? Do you allow yourself
to relax? Do you constantly give, give, give while receiving nothing in return?
Do you ever stop attending to the needs of others so you can take time out for
you? If this fits your profile, you may have something called Superwoman
Syndrome.”
This sort of sounds like me.
According to Dr. Madeline Ann Lewis, co-author
of Overcoming the Superwoman Syndrome, some of these women don the cape because they:
- Want to be the good little girl
- Have a tendency towards people-pleasing
- Seek attention
- Want to feel like they can do it all
- They cannot say no to others
- Want to feel accomplished
- Have low self-esteem
- Strive for perfection
Now this does not sound like me. At least I
don’t want to think I am because those reasons listed aren’t really admirable.
I would rather agree with Uncle Sam’s Mistress. She says, “I often stop and look at myself in the mirror and really don't know who I am anymore. Some people refer to me as strong and confident, while I view myself as being compliant and simply adjusting to my environment. There really isn't any strength because I don't feel strong and confident.... I am only confident that so far I have been able to keep my family together and making the best out of the worst possible of situations. I get sick and down, the whole family tumbles down with me. Super Woman's biggest fear? Dying in my sleep or having an accident that is fatal. Morbid I know right? The fear is not of dying itself, but what would my husband do and my kids? I want to shed this stress, unmask and be myself just for a few days......no worries, no cares, and just relax. It's not that I don't want to take care of myself...I just don't know how to do it. I know that in our situation, other wives are facing far more challenging aspects, but in all of us.....I think it's safe to say that none of us are capable of laying the cape aside and truly being free.”
I would rather agree with Uncle Sam’s Mistress. She says, “I often stop and look at myself in the mirror and really don't know who I am anymore. Some people refer to me as strong and confident, while I view myself as being compliant and simply adjusting to my environment. There really isn't any strength because I don't feel strong and confident.... I am only confident that so far I have been able to keep my family together and making the best out of the worst possible of situations. I get sick and down, the whole family tumbles down with me. Super Woman's biggest fear? Dying in my sleep or having an accident that is fatal. Morbid I know right? The fear is not of dying itself, but what would my husband do and my kids? I want to shed this stress, unmask and be myself just for a few days......no worries, no cares, and just relax. It's not that I don't want to take care of myself...I just don't know how to do it. I know that in our situation, other wives are facing far more challenging aspects, but in all of us.....I think it's safe to say that none of us are capable of laying the cape aside and truly being free.”
Oh, okay, I will admit I am a people pleaser and I have a hard time saying no. Plus I strive for perfection. There. I said it. I am Super Woman.
What about you? Are you a Super Woman too?
The first step is admitting you have a problem. What is the next step?
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