Yup. Conflict sets off "fight, flight, or freeze." Immediately.
It does not help that the majority of my education has been that, in any conflict, I am automatically in the wrong.
If I give ground, I am a doormat. If I stand my ground with less than perfect tact and skill, I am a self-serving domineering autistic b***h.
I have learned to avoid conflict, to the greatest extent possible, by ranking everyone in the room according to priority. Priority One is my husband-- I must ALWAYS and INSTANTLY agree with whatever he says. Priority Two is my mother-in-law. She must be agreed with, unless to do so would mean disagreeing with my husband. Priority Three is my uncle. Priority Four are his kids, and Priority Five are their spouses.
I hate being spineless. I have sold my self, my values, my parents, and my soul. I feel as if I am not, actually, really alive, but merely moving and possessed of vital signs. I'm not a person; I am a possession. My husband owns a controlling share, and the other shareholders have stakes in declining order. My ownership stake in myself?? 0.00 percent.
But not as much as I hate being told what a selfish, thoughtless, nasty, uncaring, callous, demanding b***h I am. I cannot bear the thought of making someone else feel the way I do on an almost daily basis.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"