Experts tell us every human is born with only two fears: the fear of falling and of loud noises. We learn all the rest. The first and second ones most of us learn are the fear of abandonment and rejection. Basically, from the crib we begin to wonder what will happen if that nice lady with the warm milk doesn’t come back, and then that she might choose not to come back. Many of us have experiences that relate to those fears. We’ve been rejected or abandoned. Our trust has been betrayed, our expectations disappointed. Our earliest fears often relate to our most traumatic wounds.
In the wake of two unexplained binges, I am forced to acknowledge the reality that I have experienced a loss. The timing of each betrays their relation to a singular event. My parents have moved away from our home town, leaving me and my kids the last family remaining here. It is the first time I have ever lived in a city away from my mother and father. That nice lady with the warm milk has left. Though I’m grown up, walk on my own, feed myself, and don’t need to be held, rocked, or sung to, I still recognize that living in a town far from my mother and father is a significant loss. I didn’t recognize it as such, but my failure to address this loss with appropriate grief has likely had something to do with striking the match on the fuse of my relapse.
I thought I would 4th step my loss. I don’t know if it should go as a resentment or a fear so I’ll do both. I’ve never blogged on my 4th step work before, but it is a regular part of my continual inventory. I include it here for my own therapeutic catharsis, a sort of previewed 5th step, and in the hopes it may mean something to others who have or have not processed such a loss. The format is straight from the “Big Book” of Alcoholics Anonymous, pp. 64-68.
I’m resentful at… |
The cause |
Effects my… (self-esteem, security, ambitions, personal, or sex relations) |
My wrong (selfish, dishonest, self-seeking, frightened) |
Mother and Dad |
leaving town |
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Fear |
Why we had them |
What trust in God would look like |
Abandonment by Mother |
I counted on her to be there for me, to comfort me when I am threatened or afraid. |
God’s comfort is far more trustworthy and complete. His protection is far more secure. |
Abandonment by Dad |
I expected him to need me, and to finally approve of me. |
God gives opportunity for service in every one of His children. His approval is not conditional. |
Separation from those I know and who love me (This fear looms over my future missionary plans) |
I have an expectation that life will be easier when connected to those I already have connections with. I am afraid of the rejection that comes with extending myself to new people. I am afraid of being alone. |
I am never alone. God goes before me, seals my way behind me, and holds me in His very hand. He constantly enlarges my territory, giving me new people to love and by whom I may be loved. He promises that those who reject me or the gospel I bring rejected Him first, and that I am in good company with Him and the martyrs. |