I don't know. I like him a lot in many ways, he seems incredibly present and keen, and I wish I could just stay in his office for 10 hours at a time and talk to him about everything. I tend to start talking and then just jump from one thing to another often leaving things up in the air, and then the time runs out. He asks some questions and makes some suggestions, but I don't leave him much room to do so. It's just not enough, 50 minutes at a time. I need at least a four hour long session.
I've been feeling really bad anxiety most of the time for the past several days. I don't understand it. I mean, I used to get bad anxiety after my mom would visit... the last time she visited I couldn't eat for three days afterwards. So now that the six-month ban is in place, and we're six weeks in, I feel like maybe now that the initial sense of joy and freedom is past, the reality of actually getting severed from my mom is settling in, and I'm getting the same anxiety I would get when she would visit and I'd feel like my wife is depriving her of the relationship she wants with her granddaughter.
One thing I do know is that if my parents were visiting us regularly and my wife got along great with both of them, I would have no anxiety.
I want to be part of a larger community. When my wife and I interact with other people I always feel much better about everything, like I have my own life, my own community, that my parents don't have to be part of. I know they say you need people in your life aside from your spouse, but I always scoffed at that and would say that with the "right person" you can lean on them for absolutely everything, and vice versa, and neither of you would need anything else. That's probably a naïve, over-romanticized view. Just the thought of my wife and I going to visit some of our friends makes me feel very relaxed and at home.
But that brings me to the main thing I'm grappling with now. Trying to feel at home here with my wife and daughter. My wife and I moved to our current house when she was five months pregnant, and I felt so good about everything. It was really a wonderful time. I felt like I had everything in the world that one could ever want. We moved from a noisy little apartment in the city to this beautiful little quiet rental house in a suburb, and I just felt like my life was complete. My wife and I would do all sorts of things together, utilizing the last few baby-free months of our lives. Though I was not without issues. We did not do as much stuff as we could have or should have, because I had this issue of "needing enough time to myself," "needing my time to sit on the computer in my office and just relax," or whatever. I think I have an internet addiction.
The anxiety I feel now comes from so many things. It's just all of it coming together. I have difficulty being emotionally intimate and present with my wife, and so for much of the time that we've known each other I haven't been SEEING her fully, because I'm so in my head, and have trouble with emotional intimacy. For example, I secretly filmed the moment that I proposed to her, and I just watched it again the other day. When I look back at photos and videos of her, I see her more clearly than I did in the moment, because there isn't the discomfort of the emotional closeness. So I saw this beautiful, wonderful, sweet, adorable, just absolutely precious girl in this video, and I wanted to run to her and say "Oh my gosh you're precious and sweet and beautiful and perfect! I love you so much! I'm so glad you want to spend the rest of your life with me!"
Instead, what you see in the video is me proposing, but without very much verbal expression on my part. I'm smiling, but I'm not saying anything like "You make me so happy," or "I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else," etc. I feel awkward saying such things, and in fact I have felt awkward being emotionally intimate even with my own parents since I was about eight years old, so this has a long history. But I had always thought that it was an issue that would be localized to my family of origin, and would not spill over into romantic relationships.
So anyways, she's just bouncing off the walls with excitement, almost hyperventilating, and I'm pretty mellow. Knowing that I want to do what I'm doing, but not in touch with my emotions enough to feel comfortable properly expressing them in the moment. Most of the time I am disconnected from my emotions. When I think about this I start to feel really anxious because I feel like I'm missing my own life. I'm in my head and while I take part in events, I don't get to experience them the way I should. And the result of my disconnect from my feelings as it pertains to my wife is that over time, I would squelch her, so to speak. She was always so smiley and happy and full of life, but I would almost act as a damper on that. It would be like 12:00 noon on a given day, and I'd have a job or something at 5:00 pm let's say, and she would want to go out somewhere in the afternoon, and I'd feel like "I can't, I have my job, I don't have time." Over time I learned to better manage my anxiety regarding time, and learned that there is a lot of time between 12:00 and 5:00, and that it's very easy to go out somewhere in the afternoon without feeling rushed.
But I feel that this whole aspect of things is now a core piece of the anxiety in the moment. Time is passing, and many of my memories with my wife are tainted by my emotional disconnection and tendency to live in my head. I gravitate towards my computer, towards my phone, I have to make an effort to always listen to everything she says and to look at her, and when I do I feel wonderful! I'll often start smiling when I'm really keenly watching her as she's talking, and then she'll say "why are you laughing at me!?" And I say "I'm not laughing at you, I'm smiling with joy because I love you."
One of my therapists says that my tendency to see everything like a movie and to be watching myself from the outside comes from a childhood strategy for surviving the environment at the time. My parents would often argue, often about parenting strategies, in front of the kids, and I would just sort of hang out in my head and feel like it wasn't really affecting me in any way and I couldn't care less.
The big problem right now is that I am not grown apart from my parents yet, and my parents currently do not approve very much of my wife. And my parents have a great influence over the way I feel. So I imagine a situation where my parents were visiting a lot and everyone was getting along, and I would feel no anxiety at all in that situation. Then I contrast the reality with that, and it makes me feel like something's wrong with my wife, because "she's keeping our baby from her grandmother," she's "making my parents unhappy," in other words, she's not just going along to get along with them and accepting their problems as part of her life. And of course on an emotional level I still don't really FEEL like my parents' problems are that severe, and so the whole thing just makes me very anxious.
Once in a while I'm still able to win for myself those moments of peace and joy, where I see myself as an independent adult with my wife, baby, and home, and I would seriously kill someone if that would allow me to keep that feeling forever. I smile uncontrollably, almost laugh, and shout "Yes! Yes! Yes! Please stay! Please let me keep feeling this way!" but within seconds, the anxiety clutches my chest again....
What would be some good ideas for things I could do to help process all this and move forward? See, it's doubly difficult because my wife is not in her default happy and alive state right now. She's still feeling upset about everything that's happened, and she's struggling to see me as a solid man as I work through this. If she were there 100% the way she was before I messed everything up, it would be easier for me to transition away from my parents I think. But now I have to do it kind of by myself, and then "win" my wife over. I'm in the midst of a swirling whirlpool of confusion and anxiety. I feel like I can't fully "leap" away from my parents unless I can safely land with my wife, but she's going through her own process right now too!
I don't know why this severe anxiety has come on the last several days. I'm really mad about it. For most of the last six weeks we have been doing really well and have been happy together. I have been happy. I have been happy about going into summer with my family, without my parents being a burden. But now I'm just starting to feel hollow, almost like something in me is going "well, if my parents don't actually get to come back into the picture pretty soon, then this whole thing doesn't actually work for me, I can't be happy without them." Something in me pushes against my current family and situation, because that's what stands in the way of me continuing the 'status quo' with my family of origin. I can imagine the anxiety vanishing instantly if I was single and having the relationship with my parents that I'm used to. But that's not a happy ending, is it? It takes the anxiety away but only because I would have picked up an old crutch which prevents me from ever building my own life as an independent adult.
Anyways, what should I do? Should I go do some things on my own without my wife, to get some perspective? Should my wife and I not talk about this stuff at all? I feel like I could just forget about all of this once and for all, and just live my goddamn life, but **** that anxiety is still there!!!!!!!!!
Right now my wife and baby are upstairs on the bed, the baby napping. (My wife usually watches netflix on her laptop while the baby naps, because she wants to stay right next to her in case she needs something). I cannot tell you how much I want to be able to just go up there and look at them and BE in the MOMENT and just be HAPPY that I have a beautiful, amazing, loving, unbelievably devoted, thoughtful, loyal wife, and a beautiful baby daughter. I want to slap myself really hard when that anxiety in my chest doesn't go away. Why would it be there? What purpose does it serve? It makes no sense. And on the other hand maybe it does. I mean I had one psychological orientation my whole life, and it held me as a certain way in relation to my parents, and the core comfort zone of my existence was always being reunited with my brothers and parents. So stepping into a life where I need to be the core myself, and where I am the center of my own family, I suppose it makes sense that that could carry anxiety with it. I'm just afraid that I'm not going to be able to do this!
[doublepost=1465579330][/doublepost]By the way, when I go upstairs and look at the two of them on the bed while our daughter naps, my wife will look over at me and smile her sweet, adorable smile, and I will feel pretty good. It's just I don't have enough of my own identity separate from my parents, to fully be comfortable in the shoes I've put myself in. On a subconscious level I thought I could get married without altering my relationship with my parents. Instead I ended up learning that they have serious problems and that we probably won't be able to have much of a relationship with them at all going forward. It's tough.