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Hey, brave soul!
As promised, here is my follow-up article on how to battle perfectionism (to this article), as someone who is struggling with c-PTSD. For all my brave souls, who are not affected by it, but struggle with depression or anxiety, these things might be of help to you as well! Please don’t hesitate to read through them, and take with you what suits you best. 🙂
Even if you stumbled onto this article first, I ask you to give the knowledge-filled pre-post a glance, to understand how perfectionism works. Yes, there is a summary at the bottom.
So, what are the rules we should remember?
These rules you should remember at any given moment, especially when you feel your perfectionism is acting up again. And how do we regocnize that? Read further~
FEELINGS – Rule of thumb:
My personal worst moment of perfectionism? Well, I like to write down things on paper, as I also do for my blog here. And you might bet that I on days when I am already stressed, I will rip the entire page off my notebook, if I dislike the way I wrote the headline. I am talking the style, not even making errors or such. Going out of the house, without feeling perfect in my clothes? On bad days, no chance. I will re-dress 3 times if needed. There are plenty of things, that I recognize me doing, when my inner perfectionist is holding the reins.
And I figured there are certain sentences, that he loves to infuse my thoughts with, making me stress out even more.
ACTIONS – Rule of thumb:
WORDINGS/THOUGHTS – Rule of thumb:
To make it short: From outside you look like you are solving the world’s biggest problems, and the weigh of every human’s life is on your shoulders – while you are baking a cake, that you have baked 200 times already.
Sounds familiar from the “This is: c-PTSD” article?
Recap of the article from the article “Perfectionism – a socially glorified survival mechanism of c-PTSD”: High standards are fine because you need to deliver and to do things right, and it is okay, to want the best for yourself and your loved ones – problematic perfectionism is when you get feelings of discomfort, if something is not done the way you want it to be. Or when you do things a certain way, out of fear of the reaction of others.
Okay, so now we get to the practical things. Here are some things that I, personally, do to keep my perfectionism in check. They might be different for everyone, but maybe you will find some things that might be helpful for you or someone you know and who is important to you.
Set realistic standards (But Alkaaaa, how does one do thaaaat?! – Ya,ya let me explain!) I have worked out two ways that help me keep my perfectionism in check, in general:
The core idea of working with a perfectionist brain to me is, that you
You might now ask yourself maybe, why I mention this again, but it is important. I want a brief moment of your attention to hammer home one thing, that to me is a core fundamental thing, that we must acknowledge and work with, in order to not just suppress the perfectionism, but gently remove it from our system. This is, from my perspective, the only long-lasting way to heal this wound and make sure, it will not take over our life again.
When you experience trauma, especially “chronic trauma”, as the science lingo goes in terms of c-PTSD, you developed a so-called “inner critic”. We will talk about this part of c-PTSD in a later article, but I want you to remember, that a perfectionistic brain, most likely is caused by emotional/mental harm someone caused you.
So, when your perfectionism is acting up, here are a few questions to make use of, to get a glimpse behind the curtains:
I want to show you, that you are not alone, and that also something small, can cause huge distress.
⚠️ [Trigger warning: Recollection of aggressive parent behaviour; emotional punishment] ⚠️
When I was around 6~7ish years old, my mother did three things, that came back from my buried memories while I was writing this article.
The first one is, that when she and my stepdad tried to teach me how to ride a bicycle, and I had huge problems doing so. I simply was scared, and my little body had no good balance to it. I fell over easily and falling on the ground was something I struggled with for a long, long time. Their answer to me being overwhelmed, scared and crying was, to shout at me and throw my kids’ bicycle into a field nearby. She screamed at me, and both decided to simply walk further, telling me I should pick up my bicycle and get home on my own. It was dawning at that point.
The second thing is, that when I did not clean up my room as perfect as my mother wanted it to be, she came with a big plastic bag and threw away all of my toys, plushies and everything I owned. She had kept like a handful of things, but many of the toys I had, my plushies and building blocks were gone. She gave some of the few back to me when I “behaved”.
And on a last note, she abandoned me from the dinner table, if I did not behave well. You might imagine now, that I was throwing fits, or food. But the only thing at that special evening I remember, was that I was in my thoughts and played with the handle of my tea mug. That was all that was necessary for her to shout at me, and lock me with my dinner plate into the bathroom. Stating “pigs eat where the toilets are” or something along the lines.
Now that I think about it…One of her worst things to do was, when we played hide-and-seek; which yes, she was aware about; and I decided to hide in a little floor cupboard in the living room. Her best answer to finding me there, was not to open the floor cupboard and take me out and maybe be a little bit angry that I was hiding in there and show that she was distressed about not finding me directly – nooo, no, no, no. She placed her feet in front of the cabin, blocking the light from coming in, and not letting me out. I cried my eyes out, and she only let me out when I had stopped. Thinking she won, but first of: what is there to win over a child? And second, I did not manage to regulate myself, I was scared to death and my body went into shutdown mode.
All of these 4 examples, have 1 thing in common. I did not do, what she expected me to do. I did not live up to her expectations. Within the next years I had turned into “the perfect child”. Well-behaved, not arguing, not playing with things I should not, always scoring high grades in school.
If you find yourself, or someone who is important to you, to be claimed as “the perfect well-behaved kid”, please ask the needed questions. Please look deeper into that. Kids are meant to mess up, they are meant to be rebellious, or maybe even a bit whinny. Kids are meant to be expressive. If you find a shutdown kid, be cautious.
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I apologize for ending this article perhaps on a bummer, but we are here to improve things, right? And therefore, we need to talk openly about things that happen so that the awareness can grow about what, why, and what follows certain events. I hope that my vulnerability does not scare you and that you – if affected – find comfort in knowing that you are not alone.
Even though I don’t feel like it now, I ask you for a little support, if you found this to be helpful and hope that you share it with someone else too, who might profit from this article.
I see you again at the next article – and now I will go, breathe some air, hug my inner child and ground my nervous system once more.♥
Be kind to yourself.
Cheers, Alka.