Thanks for your comments, D.D. I think I am angry at how my parents, siblings and society treated me. (Note how I say “I think I am angry...” because I still don’t feel entirely in touch with it.) I impose my past on present, sometimes unrelated situations, and get angry with past aggressors as I project them onto innocent people in my present. This resonates with what Alice Miller writes in The Drama Of The Gifted Child, and what Stef says in podcast #530 Anger Management.
For me to do: express anger at people in my past using the evidence I glean from present triggers. And remember to realize how I am projecting my past onto my present.
Thanks for your comments, Together-Whenever-Wherever. Yes, I do a lot of the first two options, and little of the third in the moment. That seems to be the way forward. Because I project such an enemy image onto people, even trusted friends, it is hard to relay how the angry part is feeling, even though my partner has asked to hear it. I’ve got to find a way to slow things down so I can stop reacting unconsciously and aggressively. I’m hoping that through conscious exploration and journaling, I’ll remind myself and build a muscle memory to do so. The enemy images and lack of trust are worth exploring because they seem rooted in childhood experiences. I see myself as the tantrum thrower in this blog post, 'Tantrums & Those Who Enable Them', by the Philosophical Therapist. I’m embarrassed and ashamed, and absolutely want to stop this behavior. I notice how I’ve treated people like this throughout my life and yes, I’ve been left with the enablers. Since embracing philosophy, letting go of a belief in god as an irrational superstition and realizing my mortality, I desperately want to make good choices so that I will surround myself with good people. I only have this one life. My partner is a good man. I want to be good enough for him. I’m also seeing how my daughter has been mimicking my behavior – rudeness, temper tantrums, negativity, apologizing and claiming she won’t do it again, rinse and repeat. I am an emotional woman. I say this not as an excuse, but to name my reality. But it’s more than just emotional. I have strong emotions and I never learned to manage them, to feel them, to accept them without thinking I had to justify them. I am angry at my parents, angry at my siblings, angry at society that reinforces this manipulative matriarchy. Thanks again for listening and responding. I'm going to ponder henderyjem's response and give examples of stimulating events later.