About
20 years ago, I was in a confused and somewhat depressed place in my life and made an appointment with a
mental health counselor. This woman was great, cutting through all the crap in
my head and getting to the point that was bothering me, namely the guilt I was
feeling because of events happening in my life. I paid her $80 to tell me the
best advice I have probably ever gotten, that I was the only one who
could make me feel guilty.
I
couldn’t believe it. I had a choice in feeling guilty or not? But didn’t that make me
a self-centered, uncaring person? Wouldn’t people dislike me? Maybe, but she assured me that I
would learn to like myself if I let go of the guilt, that I would feel empowered and self-assured.
It’s
true, isn’t it? We allow people to make us feel guilty. These feelings start
when we are young, and they seem to just snowball as we get older.
One
of the first people in our lives to make us feel guilty is our parents. When we
are young, parents make statements like “I’m so disappointed in you” or “I
can’t believe you did this to me.” It’s hard living up to the expectations our
parents have for us. If we choose a path they didn’t envision for us, we might
live the rest of our lives hearing about how we failed them.
My mom always jokingly told
me when I was growing up that she wanted me to be a pharmacist so I could
afford to put her in a nice nursing home when she’s ready to go there. When I
decided to be a teacher, her hopes of a nice nursing home went out the window.
I joke and tell her that on my salary, she will get a single-wide trailer in my
backyard. She just smiles, but what is she really saying in that smile?
Various religions also use guilt for leverage, which is ironic. Since the Bible says our sins were wiped
away when Jesus died, we are not supposed to feel guilt. I attended a few
churches in the past that left me feeling apologetic because I didn’t
give my entire 10% tithe and didn’t go down to the altar at the end of the
service even after singing “Just As I Am” several times. Once I missed a couple
of Sunday services, and the deacon actually asked where I had been and why
hadn’t I been in church. Did he realize what he said?
Since
I’m a parent, I can honestly say that there is nothing and no one who can make
a person feel more guilt than her children. When they were growing up, I never
thought I was a good enough mom and that I should do everything for them. Now that
they're adults, I find myself with those same feelings of inadequacy every day
because now I can see exactly what I should have done. That old hind-sight
stuff stinks. I decided that I’m going to keep the guilt I have
about the mistakes I made in parenting. I’ve tried to let this particular guilt go, but I don’t
see it leaving; it's just too big.
I’m
sure all employees feel guilt at some point. How can a doctor make a mistake with a patient's health and not feel remorse? I used to feel guilty when I
didn’t get papers graded as quickly as the kids thought I should. If I didn’t
have a dynamite lesson planned, in my mind I was a total failure and the worst teacher
ever. When my students did poorly on a test, it must have been my fault. How
much of this is in my own head and how much did the kids even care? In my last
year of my career, I believe I have a handle on the work guilt.
My
husband said that we are all motivated by guilt. Otherwise, we’d tell the whole
world to go to hell. He might be right. Guilt makes me want to do better, to
make amends, to clear my conscience, so can’t some guilt be good?
What
started my trip down guilty lane? I was considering not writing a post this
week because I’m really slammed for time. I have research papers and journals
to grade. I’m teaching a book next week that I’ve never even read. I’m going out of
town tomorrow when I should stay home and clean my dirty house. I’m
feeling the stress, but I didn’t want to let down my readers. I actually felt
guilty about not writing, but since I’m the only one who can make me feel
guilty, I decided not to even consider the guilt and just write the damn post.
So here’s to guilt and to my therapeutic venting! Thank you.
So here’s to guilt and to my therapeutic venting! Thank you.
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