
In certain approaches in therapy a cognitive and/or emotional paradox is sometimes used to expose and explore an inner conflict. Once the paradox is identified then the therapist can use it as a tool to uncover wherein the problem for the client lies. For example, when a client tells you she loves her job, but then spends the rest of the time telling you how much she really hates her work, then there’s a problem. It seems obvious to the observer, but to the person who is struggling with the conflict it is not always so obvious. The paradox is just a symptom too. It could be that she really does love her job, but she feels inadequate and that causes her stress. She may feel inadequate for a host of unrelated reasons. This is the strand where the tapestry often begins to unravel.
I am struggling with my own paradoxes these days. It’s an uncomfortable place to reside. I am in the zone where you want a phone call more than anything, but you don’t want a phone call because it would be premature and you know it would only be bad news. I try to set my ring tones so that I know who is calling on the other line. When that tone rings as an unknown number, my heart races a little. It could be good news, bad news, or no news. It is usually the latter, and I will take that as opposed to the possibility of bad news. It’s all about the news when you know you they are actually on a battlefield somewhere. It’s more intense than the daily grind kind of worry. If you do not know what I am talking about, then count yourself blessed. If you do, then at least you know that you are not alone in the world of emotion upheaval and felicitous insanity that seems to come with the territory of having a loved one deployed.
So, I swing wildly between wanting a phone call, and being glad that I have not had one since at this point it may only occur if something bad happened. I feel blessed for being in the dark, and cursed for being in the dark. I want to know what he has ahead of him, and I don’t. I can handle hearing about it afterward, but my imagination often wants to paint a picture based on information I have gleamed from news reports and milblog entries. Again, I struggle with the want to know/don’t want to know duality.
I think we all struggle to some degree with this particular paradox. We all want some sense of control, or some sense that there is at least a good chance that the earth will not open up and swallow us at any given moment. It’s hard to operate when the boundaries no longer make you feel safe — when your boundaries go beyond your own world and into Iraq and battle. There is no distancing yourself or forgetting about it for a day. A sincere love for another person, especially a spouse or a son or daughter, can not be manipulated like that. It’s just a fact. It’s just there. You love that person with a reckless abandon, and where he or she goes, you go too.
You may remember me talking about my youngest son, Nate, a while back. I wrote:
It all started yesterday. Nate came to me last night before bed.
He wanted to learn to iron a dress shirt and make good creases.
I knew this day was coming.He also needed me to take him out
earlier that day and buy him a shoe shining kit.
Yep. He’s got it bad.
The real indicator for me was when he told me
his high and tight was not high or tight enough.
Yes, you guessed it.
My youngest son has the military gene!
I was not kidding when I wrote that. He is chomping at the bit to join, but wants to do delayed entry. Bryan flat out asked me last night how I would handle it if all three of them were in Theater together. Neither of us ever see that actually happening, but until we are not at war it is something we have to consider as a military family. The quick answer is, I would just do it like I have been doing it for almost a year now. You get out of bed, wash your face, eat and take care of yourself on one hand. On the other hand, you worry yourself sick, you learn that your brain is capable of extremely morbid reveries, and your emotions are greatly inflated with fear, pride, joy, angst and love. I am just accepting it.
The truth is war is paradoxical too. I know that there are some who hold the philosophy that war is never justified, and that peace is always achievable through other means. I wish that were true, but the enemy that our sons and daughters are fighting now is not that kind of enemy. They can, do and will use peaceful negotiations to take advantage of a situation and bring death. Sometimes might does at least set some things straight, and sometimes fighting hard brings at least a chance and a hope for some peace.
Until we see that real chance for peace I think that I will be knee deep for a long time to come. I know we are seeing more and more of a glimmer of it. I will keep wading through these paradoxes until they either make sense to me, or until I am able to find my own peace from this emotion and mental battle that goes on in my heart and in my head. God is the only One who really knows which will come first, if either come at all.
Tags: combat, communication, deployment, family life, mental health, military, war on terror by Claire
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