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Saudade

(Portuguese) Saudade was once described as "the love that remains" after someone is gone. Saudaude is the recollection of feelings, experiences, places or events that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, which now triggers the senses and makes one live again. 

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Writer's picture: D GeigerD Geiger

Everyone just wants to belong in a space and a society within a friend group. And when you are an underrepresented group or a group that’s considered lower status in our society, it can be really hard to find your place. (Dr. Sarah Gaither ~ Department of Psychology)





 

~Racial Identity~

I can remember when I first became interested in my own racial identity, I was around 13 years old. I had been visiting my father and step-mother for the entire summer every year since I was 2 after their divorce. Three months a year, I was immersed into my father’s family and their Portuguese/German heritage, customs, and culture, which was very different than my mothers. My grandparents were second generation Americans and their parents immigrated here from Portugal and Germany. A few years later, I would learn more about my mother’s heritage but at that time when I asked my mom, she would just say her family was Heine’s 57 (many ingredients). Later DNA results confirmed the Heine's 57 but it also showed that my mothers mom was Peruvian, not Cherokee as family stories told.


My summers with my dad were filled with being taught many words and phrases in the German language, as my German grandmother felt this was important, she also made sure to teach me some German food dishes each summer. My Portuguese grandfather felt that he should share his talent for music with me, as well as stories about his parent’s fisherman relatives that had lived in Northern Portugal along the coast and in the Azores. He consistently reminded me that I did not get my blue eyes from my mom or my grandmother’s German line. The story goes that we are from a line of “blue eyed Portuguese” from Portugal. I later researched this and found it to be true and not what I had always thought, a made-up story.


 

At first, I was so excited to find out that my mother’s mom might be half Cherokee Indian. Decades l

later only to find out that no this wasn’t accurate and the Timberlake surname was a friend of the

Cherokees but not Native American. My mother was born in Oklahoma and was told this all her life.

Sadly, my research also led me to Last Will and Testament of the Timberlake’s which revealed my family ancestors owned a plantation and slaves in North Carolina. Of course, this horrified me. It also horrified me how all the women in that family were considered property as well and not entitled to anything of the estate. Although, it did help me understand why some of my southern relatives were clearly racist and others clearly felt shame. I am proud of who I was even with the few skeletons in the closets.


Since then, I have done two DNA tests which have also verified many things and opened a new closest of questions. I know there is “patriarchal oppression” and I know there is “privileged” in our country. I don’t like either one. I’ve been on a learning curve for the past 6 years and I had to do a deep dive into myself and our society to figure out just why, this really hit a nerve with me.


Thankful, after many years led me to getting my degree in Human Development from one of the best colleges in Diversity, Pacific Oaks College, I finally get it now! I also understand the struggles that others are having with this phrase. I’m here to tell you though, in this Country I am privileged by the sheer fact of me being white. Period. It’s the way it’s always been in this County and it's been set up since the very beginning. Although, I'm a white women which comes with privilege's, I've been abused, oppressed, invisible, not valued, and discriminated against. Why? because I am a women!


What can we do? We can observe (visions) and share by using our (voices). Can you imagine, if we all started working together instead of blaming and dividing ourselves according to our race or our privileges, what we could accomplish? We are in need of great change in America. Our country is in need of big changes.


However, be careful by not getting people who are already are on your side defensive, by calling them racist and white privileged. Not because they aren’t but because most people simply don’t understand this concept. It takes a lot of individual self-work and a better understanding of history. In my perspective, most people truly believe they are not racist or how their white skin gives them privilege. For change to occur, we can’t have people on the defense, people don’t learn when they are defensive or angry.


 



All young people, regardless of sexual orientation or identity, deserve a safe and supportive environment in which to achieve their full potential (Harvey Milk).




 

~ Gender Identity Development~

Carol Gilligan’s is right on the mark, “It was a culture that counted on women not speaking for themselves”. Now a days, I call this "masking". I thoroughly enjoyed reading her book. I did not question my gender as much as these girls do today. I knew what was expected of me. I tried to conform, sometimes successful sometimes not. It wasn't until much later that I started to question my stress levels, my anxiety, my continuous exhaustion. Finally realizing that I was being repressed and held back and not allowed to be my true self.


My early adulthood, I found the patriarchal system within the church comforting at first and it made me feel secure and I felt it was exactly what I needed at the time. What I didn't understand I was escaping and trying to find a purpose from my dysfunctional home life. The Church was helpful on many levels, but my perspective has changed full circle now. Out of respect, I do not look back with distain, I look back knowing that it was a very important of my life. It was my time for growing, learning new skills, making new friends. However, it was a giant box, and I couldn't be who I was.


In my posts, I talk about not being put in a box and believe me I do everything in my power to break down the sides of boxes that our society is hell bent on putting people in. In my early days, when I was 19 years old, that box provided me with needed shelter and safety and direction when I needed it most. I do think we have our roles to play in society, to make our communities work. I don’t believe all people should be forced into these boxes. I believe there is room for everyone. We should have free choice and style of our boxes unless it's dangerous to someone. Living in a patriarchal society is a challenge to many women and survival. Women should be allowed to develop to their fullest potential as they themselves deem important. They also need to be safe, respected, valued, and heard.

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Writer's picture: D GeigerD Geiger

“Remember that how you experience your life has everything to do with perception, perspective, and interpretations. We each have our own core values, beliefs, assumptions, biases, and expectations that shape how we see the world, other people, and ourselves. We may not always realize it but in this way, reality itself is highly personal, and subjective, and with some effort, reality can also become a matter of choice. It can be miserable, even if you have it all or it can be joyful, even if you have nothing” (Noethe).

 

~ Industry vs. Inferiority~

My fond memories of working with my parents continued throughout this stage of my life. Erickson describes this stage as an “entrance into life." I went so far as trying to incorporate some of these types of experiences with my own children. During this time, I had become eager to learn and tried to absorbed everything around me. Unbeknownst to my Autistic self, I was a sponge and my parents realized I needed to be kept busy so I'd stay out of trouble.


I had developed a sense of self and utilized my sense of industry as a productive member of my family. I felt a sense of pride helping my family in our projects from a very young age. Helping with hunting, landscape and home projects, being the only child in the family, I was included in all home projects. I developed my work ethic and it solidified during this period of my life. I know that after the job was done, I had a strong sense of “I can do it” and an internal feeling of pride. No treats, toys, or money for my jobs, my payment was my internal feelings of satisfaction. The work principle (Ives Hendrick) teaches that “the work principle teaches one the pleasures of work completion by steady attention and persevering diligence”.


I worked hard in school. However, I felt different and inferior as I got further behind in school work and by the time, I was in third grade I first felt like giving up and in many ways I did. For example: When standardized tests came up each year, I just marked the boxes quickly so I could be excused outside. Outside was my safe space. I tried so hard to fit into the box of expectations. Another example: my handwriting was so horrific. I witnessed one of my classmates writing style that was highly appraised by the teacher, I chose to make her style, mine. So I obsessively practiced it until I had it right. This would be the beginning of me trying to fit in.


My first few critical school years were influenced and impacted by outside sources. First, the schooling was just not set up for my learning style. Second, frequent life threatening illnesses that kept me in the hospital and made me fall behind in my classes. Later in life, I'd identify this as C-PTSD. Third, I did not have anyone to help me with my school work; my mother had only had a brief education herself and often time she would tell me how sorry she was when I asked her for help that she couldn’t give. Educationally, this is where I fell behind and have been playing catch up ever since.


One of my greatest strengths I developed during this period and have strengthen throughout my life today is that of problem solving. According to Gardner, he stated “The problem-solving skills allow one to approach a situation in which a goal is to be obtained and to locate the appropriate route to the goal”. I have found that most problems can be solved with enough creativity. Not always though.


I have a strong belief in using self-directed learning activities for all ages and making sure you take into account for the student’s learning styles. I would later learn this after adopting three children with mental health challenges and learning disabilities. However, figuring out your own learning style is key. Break down the damn box! Humanity has room for many boxes, figuratively speaking.

 

~Identity vs. Role Confusion~

I can remember people saying to me throughout my life, don’t worry it’s just a stage. It was said to me frequently while growing up and has since slowed down as I have gotten older. “Identity issues do not stop at this stage but this is the first time that all these questions collide and begin to take shape”. Remembering some of my adolescence crises as being some of the deepest emotional pain I have ever felt. I agree that Identity issues do not stop at this stage. I do remember feeling them collide and trying to sort them out. It would take me a few decades later to understand my struggles had to do with me being on the spectrum. I can remember pulling away and wanting to be separate and started to imagine what my life would look like in the future. Unfortunately, my desire to pull away had more to do with generational trauma, not just normal stages of development unfolding.


My peers were important but not as important as they were to some of my classmates. I never seemed to fit in. I wasn't the last to be picked in activities, but close. I was selective in all my friendships. My mother said, I was just picky. But in reality it was my trust issues that were impaired by then. However, I was kind and friendly to everyone, but not fake. I was empathic to others especially animals. I soon realized being "fake" was expected, no one wanted the real me, so I soon figured out how to "mask up". I said hello, smiled, and used kind words to just about everyone; I did not avoid anyone due to color, race or disability. In fact, I was drawn to those differences. However, I did not let very many peers into my inner world-or-my heart! Reasons still unfolding.


By the time I was 13, I had been socially programed and my mask was securely fitted. I was anxiously waiting to have a family of my own and I had planned every detail out in my head. By the time I reached 15, I was analyzing how much an apartment cost to rent, how much a car would cost and when I could leave my dysfunctional home. I lied about my age, to get my after-school job which did bring some independence. Although, my education further suffered. I also focused on how much I earned, which gave me my first economic disappointment in life. I also experienced Freud’s theory of psychosexual stage of development during this time, as I longed to have a child of my own and all I wanted was to have sex.


During this stage I was actively trying to figure out - “Who am I? What am I here for?” I also would add “Where am I going?” Spending the early part of this development living with my poor southern grandfather for six months during my mother’s second divorce, was extremely eye-opening. Basically, after seeing and living a whole new culture and life style, I was able to compare and contrast which lead me to start picking and choosing what I wanted for myself in the future. I believed the "American Dream" was possible for everyone. I didn't understand at the time it was propaganda.


Today I still value the time I spent with my grandfather and found it very humbling as well as character building in myself. “Limit and control the exploration process…or if you force adolescents into premature commitments... limit and control their exploration process, adolescents either foreclose on an identity (without exploring options) or postpone the exploration and commitment process” basically equates to role confusion. This is a mouthful but so true. I did have some role confusion as I wanted to skip adolescence and hurry to adulthood, maybe it is due to what Erickson describes here.

 

~Generativity vs. Stagnation~

According to Erickson I am in his seventh stage of development, but the only thing I recognize is the care aspect of it all. Yes! I am very nurturing at this stage of my life, but really I have been that way as far as I can remember.


Looking back, I do believe I have built on all the stages and currently at the moment I am vacillating between three. This could be what Erikson means when one stage runs into another.

Little red sports car, mid-life, and men. Makes you think what? Mid-life crisis, right. Although, this perspective is sexist when directed only at men, I do believe in mid-life crisis or significant changes made during mid-life. I have observed these behaviors in myself as well as others. Erickson believes that people touch on it during mid-life when they start to enter or fear they are slipping into the Stagnation stage.


I began to think about my very own “mid-life” crisis. My little red sports car was a Honda Rebel 450, she was a beauty. Something I just had to buy when I turned 48. I searched it out and loved my new found freedom or outdoor therapy, your choice. I agree with Erickson, I was feeling myself slipping into Stagnation. This mid-life crisis allowed me to ride in the Cascade Mountain back roads and allowed me to re-connect and heal with Mother Nature. This connections I have with Mother Nature continues to play an important role throughout my ages and stages of life. I believe being in Nature calms my overactive mind and helps me center myself.


Erikson says “Generativity, then, is primarily the concern in establishing and guiding the next generation”. I see this in myself and I am heading there. I believe I am actively working on all three stages. For me it is a little harder to write about this stage since I am currently in. At times, it is not clear to me and is slightly foggy and my road map is in flux. Especially due to the pandemic, I am not as confident about this stage as I enter. However, I have peace, hope, and acceptance about this part of my journey. I have pride and humility as I look back over my stages of development. Finding out that I'm on the spectrum after all these years has been a real eye opener and has given me so much clarity. Currently, I am just pushing forward and adjusting the script as I go.


This word Sherpa intrigued me and after researching, I summed up my own definition of “Sherpa” that best reflects me. “Pointing out the beauty of the journey itself… Sherpa of the Wind…expert guide…helping reach safety and efficiently lead, select routes, identify hazards, make accomplishments…” Love it!

 

~Integrity vs. Despair~

Erikson seems to believe that integrity is the last of our values. I find that a bit odd as I believe integrity is weaved throughout our lives, a bit like Mary Erikson’s theory. I loved her book! You see the color of integrity spread throughout her rug. I hope for myself that when I reach this stage that I leave this earth with my integrity intact.


I have seen far too many elders in such despair as they near the end and this makes me really sad. I like how Erikson describes integrity and how he states that it is developed by one’s culture and then becomes a part of his soul. Pretty nifty, just saying!


I have seen this firsthand, caring for my own mother. At age 80 she was living through despair. She has unknowingly quoted Erikson almost word for word when she expressed her feelings that the time is now short, too short for the attempt to start another life and to try out alternate roads to integrity. My mom on death’s edge came into my care. She has made great progress since with some needed changes she has gone through (detox and recovery). I now see glimpses of hope in her eyes, voice, and actions. She isn’t focusing on all the disappointments in her life anymore and her integrity is coming back.


Overall, I agree with Joan Erikson, In our minds we will choose to feel integrity or despair at the end. We will either look back and in our minds we will either make peace with our life, or we will look back and realizing that time is up, despair will be our last thoughts. I am working toward peace.


Be sure to check out Part Three Not in a Box!



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~This research is my own personal narrative of my life as I compared it to Human Development theories and societal expectations. It tells my stories. It covers issues about attachments, separations, autonomy, accomplishments as well as failures. My Box stories, identifies areas of weaknesses, strengths, joys, and sorrows. Life is NOT a fairytale and I refuse to play along. I will NOT be put into a box. It includes stories that tell of a unidentified Autistic female child born in 1957 and how she managed her stages of life in spite of it all. I've been crushing that box for decades!

 

~My Voice and Visions~

As adults we do not often stop and think about what stages of development we going though unless we are making a judgmental comment about someone else’s mid-life crisis. Even then, as we gossip together about such individuals, most of us don't have a deeper understanding of human development. Taking the time and reflecting on one’s own life can be tricky if not terrifying. Not only does it come with greater understanding of one’s self, it can also open old wounds and the journey can be both exciting and painful.


At times, when we reach those “awe moments,” it seems does seem all worth it though. These reflections sometimes bring us great clarity and understanding. It opens the box and generally brings more questions to be answered.


I have reflected back at my own life during these important stages and found great joy as well as great sadness. Looking back at these stages I became aware that ultimately, I had very little control over my own life and was dependent on the adults around me to help me grow up. When I look back, sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry. I strongly believe a young child's trust and attachment are at the forefront to developing oneself into a healthy adult. I also believe basic trust must maintain itself throughout life and if it is lacking, we struggle finding peace and happiness in this world (Erikson).


By the time the child reaches Stage 3 we become acutely aware of the gaps of development in the first two stages. If we are intuitive and connected to the children that we interact with we should notice these gaps and try to help them. However, I believe for most, by the time the child reaches Stage 3, it is already too late and the child is destine to emotionally struggle throughout life with some of these missing elements. Likely to pass on generational abuse and neglect to their own children and others.

 

~Trust vs. Mistrust~

After many years of various observations and experiences during my lifetime, I still conclude that this stage above all other stages of human development is most important. The foundation needs to be built early or it makes life so much harder to navigate.


My mother worked outside of the home full-time in 1957, and my dad was in the Korean War, so my caregiving was turned over to my older cousins, my Aunt, and my mom's best friend. Erikson tells us that attachment with a caregiver “forms the basis in the child for a sense of identity which will later combine a sense of being “all right,” of being oneself, and of becoming what other people trust one will become” (Erikson).


This stage is a critical stage of development and when it goes haywire, it can make you carry demons throughout your life. This critical stage was once again reinforced after interviewing my 80-year-old mother and discussing this stage with her. In 1959 when my mother became a divorced single mother, life became incredibly difficult for us both. Being that very few women of her day where divorced single mothers, one study reports only .06 percent of women were in her shoes in the US, so no support groups for her.


The quality of (caregiver) relationships should not be undervalued. Society has a responsibility to support this Stage within families, as it creates stronger individuals which can build stronger communities, which then leads to a higher quality of life. But most of all, it limits the continuation of generational abuse in families.

Discussing my early childhood development with my mother recently, I found out that even though I was confident I had a healthy start in my first stage of development, it wasn't until I took my mask off examined the cracks and how hard my beginnings really were. By the time I was two my life had turned into a storm of chaos. My mother reported during this time my first step father entered into our when I was three years old. Even though, I have some fond memories, my step father was what I would call abusive today, however during that era (1960’s) it would not have been described as such – possibly as overly strict, but not abusive. “Shame and Doubt” thus entered into my world.


Freud would have had a hay day with my story about being forced to sit on a toilet, screaming and crying to the point that it affected me physically (asthma attack). Let alone being spanked so hard on the bare bottom that it left hand print bruises. According to Freud and Erickson, “Children gain a sense of mastery and competence by controlling bladder and bowel movements”. My mom also reported after these episodes and stubbornly refusing to eliminate in the toilet, moments later they would find me in a corner of the house doing my business. I believe these severe battles spanning over the next few years between me and my step father had an enormous effect and caused me trauma.


Over my lifetime, I have developed some neurotic anxieties within myself and I have had to make some very conscious choices to be able to keep these anxieties at bay. John Bowlby further supports my theory in this regard, stating that “mothers [(step father)] who try to teach or force their children to be independent usually delay its growth, just as those who attempt energetic toilet training often delay their children becoming clean and dry” (J. Bowlby). My ability to accept love from others and trust the love that someone has for me has been a real challenge throughout my life.

 

~My Initiative vs. Guilt~

During this stage I did indeed take more control of my environment and I was lucky to live in an era (1960’s) where I was allowed to freely roam and explore my environment.

During this stage, my parents gave me the opportunity to develop emotionally and physically by allowing me room and time to explore nature. I was not constrained to a 100-foot boundary outside our home as the video “Nature Deficit Disorder” depicts as the norm these days. I didn't know it then but Nature was my therapy!


My life was comprised of both individualist and collectivist culture. I was self-directed and teacher (parent) directed. I used my autonomy in both my body and mind. According to Erickson, “It is the environment that determines how Erikson’s stage is resolved”. Looking back, I find that the “balance of freedom and safety (both physically and emotionally” provided me with a wealth of educational skills during this stage of development. I still use these skills to this day.




Make sure to check out Part Two in Not in a Box!


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