Now, the tale can be told.
This was some 10-12 years ago. I had expressed my problems to my uncle, my father's younger brother. I had explained them in detail to him. I had told him that I was very disturbed, getting angry frequently and being very combative at home and office. I did not know as to why I had told him all this, as we rarely ever met. We had never shared any confidences. We certainly had never even exchanged banter about everyday events in our lives.
I had spoken about it earlier and discussed with my father, and he had given me very sensible advise. But, only very logical stuff. Since I got angry, rather regularly, my father advised me very simply that I should not get angry. Since I was very irritable and fought with everyone, my father advised me very calmly but accurately, that I should not fight with others.
Naturally, not knowing how to go about doing so, made me more irritable and more eager to fight at the easiest of tremors or 'disobedience' as I saw it. My mind would stitch together elaborate plans of vengeance on others. All my dreams would be about taking on a fight with others. In the day time, I would remember each dream vividly, and as though I had lived them actually.
I was getting very worried. My most sincere confidants and friends were my colleagues at my workplace. They placed a kind mirror on my behavior and I knew that I had to be grateful to them. I would discuss my problems very sincerely with my uncle and therefore I spoke to him about it.
My father listened very dispassionately tot the disturbing confessions that I was making to my uncle. I think that my father was quite happy to allow his younger brother, my uncle, to try and sort out my strange problems. I explained in brief about my panic attacks, my erratic behavior and my very rapid progression from arguments to fights to aggressive combats with relatives and friends.
This was some 10-12 years ago. I had expressed my problems to my uncle, my father's younger brother. I had explained them in detail to him. I had told him that I was very disturbed, getting angry frequently and being very combative at home and office. I did not know as to why I had told him all this, as we rarely ever met. We had never shared any confidences. We certainly had never even exchanged banter about everyday events in our lives.
I had spoken about it earlier and discussed with my father, and he had given me very sensible advise. But, only very logical stuff. Since I got angry, rather regularly, my father advised me very simply that I should not get angry. Since I was very irritable and fought with everyone, my father advised me very calmly but accurately, that I should not fight with others.
Naturally, not knowing how to go about doing so, made me more irritable and more eager to fight at the easiest of tremors or 'disobedience' as I saw it. My mind would stitch together elaborate plans of vengeance on others. All my dreams would be about taking on a fight with others. In the day time, I would remember each dream vividly, and as though I had lived them actually.
I was getting very worried. My most sincere confidants and friends were my colleagues at my workplace. They placed a kind mirror on my behavior and I knew that I had to be grateful to them. I would discuss my problems very sincerely with my uncle and therefore I spoke to him about it.
My father listened very dispassionately tot the disturbing confessions that I was making to my uncle. I think that my father was quite happy to allow his younger brother, my uncle, to try and sort out my strange problems. I explained in brief about my panic attacks, my erratic behavior and my very rapid progression from arguments to fights to aggressive combats with relatives and friends.
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