Immaturity

This is the funniest story ever. This lady is “a clinical psychologist,” and she can’t figure out that when a grown woman battles mommy and daddy over political signs in her yard that’s not about politics at all. Of course, it’s convenient for her to pretend that this is all about her being principled instead of an immature person who is still fighting, at the verge of retirement, the battles people usually win in adolescence.

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11 thoughts on “Immaturity”

  1. This lady is “a clinical psychologist,” and she can’t figure out that when a grown woman battles mommy and daddy over political signs in her yard that’s not about politics at all.

    Jungian and Freudian psychology don’t generate clicks? ¯_(ツ)_/¯
    I’m sure she took her well therapised butt to another psychologist who gently led her to this private conclusion. Along with the idea she plays the black sheep in her family.

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  2. The most absurd thing about the article is that the lady seems to be proud of her internal family struggles and brags about them publicly, wearing them like a badge of honor.

    Most normal people have enough self-respect to keep their internal family squabbles private.

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  3. I don’t know. I do know what it is to be held hostage into middle age by parents, so I wouldn’t judge. Although with a black son I wouldn’t consider taking a black lives matter sign down for anyone. A friend younger than I and less codependent with family than I am says disagreement about politics is revealing the limits to the values he shares with them, and is sad to see the distance. Like, they think torture is OK and he does not, this is kind of big. So I guess for some, this really is a moment of revelation

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    1. In a healthy relationship with parents (as I unfortunately discovered in adulthood and not earlier in life), their opinion on your yard signage, curtain color, hairstyle, parenting strategies, and life choices doesn’t register. It’s like the sound of rain.

      A close friend of mine retired last year and is completely miserable. Depressed, lonely, etc. I asked her why she retired if she clearly loved her job. She said her father told her to and he should know because he’s an important scholar and she isn’t. My friend is 69. It breaks my heart.

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      1. Well, I never reacted to most of the things in your first paragraph but I did break down in my early 30s when my mother, upon meeting my sister in law for the first time, decided to bond with her by explaining, once again, how she hated the sound of my voice (she did not approve of my voice/accent, and had always complained about them).

        I was always hostage to parents because they convinced me before age 5 that I was unlovable and unemployable, so really needed not to alienate them because I would always need their help. I also believed that my doing well in school was a complicated illusion the teachers had set up for me on request of my parents, and that it wasn’t really true & wouldn’t be offered as an illusion if I alienated the said parents. Yet I wouldn’t retire for that reason. That story really is sad…

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          1. Gracias, yes, I’m broken-hearted and it is why I don’t get more done, or rather, why I’ve only done certain things in life. It does seem, though, that a lot of family strife is about values and politics. Look at the families on different sides in the Spanish civil war, etc.

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            1. You achieved a lot. But you still need to achieve the decisive victory of dislodging from your mind the parental imperative of seeing yourself as somebody who hasn’t gotten enough done.

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              1. That’s interesting, that the parental imperative might be that. Their stated imperative was that I was too powerful, too capable, doing too much. So I’ve tried constantly to limit myself. It’s interesting to turn that on its head.

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  4. My parents both died with six months of each other when I was in my late twenties and 2,000 miles away on the other side of the country, just starting my career as a young civilian doctor in Southern California.

    For better or worse, I grew into middle age and beyond without ever having to deal with aging parents in their dotage. However that affected me psychologically, I’m quite satisfied with the way my life has turned out.

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