What’s The Core Of My Story?

The core of my story is how I realized I was addicted to certain kinds of unhealthy relationships, certain kinds of unhealthy fantasies, and how I discovered in five minutes of therapy last April that my fantasies were not only dooming my relationships, they were poisoning my whole life. Not necessarily the fantasies in and of themselves, but what they reflected — rage at women.

Once I heard the term “eroticized rage” from my therapist, I realized I was sick and needed to get help beyond religion and psycho-therapy, I needed a 12-step program. I realized I had a previously unconscious anger that was interfering with the way I related to people, not just the intimate relationships but all relationships were sickened by my desire to humiliate others. What I found funny, what I found energizing, what I found charged and exciting in life was sick, was disguised rage, was vengeance, particularly vengeance against those who reminded me of things from childhood. There was a thru-line from my jokes to my fantasies to my acting going back to my earliest years, a rebellion against things my conscious mind has no argument with, only gratitude.

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What Silences Me?

Happiness silences me. When I’m content, I usually feel less desire to write. Certainly less desire to write about myself.

As a kid, I stopped writing a diary when adults repeatedly read it.

When I feel squelched, stuffed, stifled, when the community sits on me, that’s when I shut down. The threat of losing relationships or a job can shut me down. A serious threat to my well-being and safety if I say the wrong thing. Illness shuts me down. Busyness shuts me down.

I think that the healthier I get, the less need I will have to write about myself. The more connected I feel to other people, the less need I have to blog about myself. The more I get it out in therapy, the less I need to display.

It’s fine for me to say I’m in recovery. It’s disconcerting to think that I earn less money per hour today than I did at age 18 as the sole cleaner/gardener at the Boyne Island Shopper Center. And then I was working more than 50 hours a week.

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What Do I Want To Keep And Discard From My Childhood?

I was sitting in Starbucks today and made this list:

What do I accept from my upbringing? The importance of God, ethics, religion, community, books, education, travel, friends, not swearing, color-blindness. I also continue to abstain by habit from meat, nicotine, alcohol, and caffeine, just as the Seventh-Day Adventists do.

What do I reject from my upbringing? Singlets, pajamas, Jesus, Christianity, Seventh-Day Adventism, the religious value of abstention from meat, nicotine, alcohol and caffeine, the 80-10-10 diet (of 80% carbs, 10% protein, 10% fat, instead I aim for the Zone Diet) belief that if you just try hard enough and discipline yourself you can do anything (as opposed to looking at how you’re doing things and how your will and sensory perceptions might be corrupted), focusing on the next life more than this one, withdrawing from the world and living on the margins, a distaste for urban areas, pop music, movies, plays, novels, chewing gum, ritual and man-made traditions, doctors, psychology.

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The Popular Image Of 12-Step Programs

In her 1997 book Twelve Step Programs: A Contemporary American Quest for Meaning and Spiritual Renewal, Ann Marie Minnick writes: “…the popular image of Twelve Step Programs as addiction-centered, victim-producing, and narcissism-generating”…

That has not been my experience of such programs. As Winnick points out, identifying addiction is only the beginning of the program, not the end.

In every meeting, I find people in great pain, even agony, over their long-term inability to deal with themselves, other people and the world. They’re unhappy, isolated, ashamed and stuck in patterns that don’t serve them and others. Before they began working the program, they were a menace to themselves and to others. All those I’ve met who’ve worked the program are recovered from their destructive addictions.

There’s a quality of honesty in these rooms that I have not encountered elsewhere. The nearest parallel is a support group. Because of this honesty, people feel unburdened and they can bond quickly with others who share their problems.

In my experience, the ratio of honesty to showing off is about 100 to 1.

In 12-Step Programs, people learn to let go of their resentment against others and their desire to get even (the Fourth Step). If you’re feeling tortured, guilty and ashamed, you’re not going to be a blessing to others. It’s hard to have turmoil on the inside and tranquility on the outside.

At the end of every meeting, I’ve felt — and noticed these qualities in others — an increased sense of calm, well-being and hope. This translates into us being more pleasant generally.

Religious liturgy rarely speaks to me with the power of 12-Step prayers, which feel more relevant, direct and useful.

As far as being victim-producing, the focus in 12-Step work is self-transformation through God’s help, not on blaming others. It’s rare to hear a 12-Step share that’s primarily about blaming others. Most 12-Steppers use their share to talk about their own struggles.

If 12-Step Programs were narcissism-generating, why would they help people? Why would shares focus on what we’re struggling with? Why would we confess our deepest shame and support each other?

Third Step Prayer

God, I offer myself to Thee — to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of life. May I do Thy will always!

Seventh Step Prayer

My Creator, I am now willing that you should have all of me, good & bad. I pray that you now remove from me every single defect of character which stands in the way of my usefulness to you & my fellows. Grant me strength, as I go out from here to do Your bidding.

Eleventh Step Prayer

Lord, make me a channel of thy peace–that where there is hatred, I may bring love–that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness–that where there is discord, I may bring harmony–that where there is error, I may bring truth–that where there is doubt, I may bring faith–that where there is despair, I may bring hope–that where there are shadows, I may bring light–that where there is sadness, I may bring joy. Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort than to be comforted–to understand, than to be understood–to love, than to be loved. For it is by self-forgetting that one finds. It is by forgiving that one is forgiven. It is by dying that one awakens to eternal life.

Serenity Prayer

GOD, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Living ONE DAY AT A TIME; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardship as the pathway to peace. Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it. Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next.

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My Greatest Fears And Desires

My greatest fear is drowning. Not being able to breathe.
My greatest desire is sexual oblivion. Losing myself completely in union with another person. Release. Drained. Sated. Free from my incessant longing.
My greatest fear is heaviness. My greatest desire is lightness.
My fears and desires loop around to meet each other in oblivion. My fear is faith that I will not be enough to meet life’s challenges (12 Steps). My desire is that I will be enough. My fears and desires have in common my will. My fears and my desires, my ego and my will, have combined to place where I am in life, an unsatisfying place.
I will give my fear to God, my resentment to God, my will to God, my desire to God. Not my will, but thy will be done.
After 20 years of a Jewish journey, I’ve circled back to a common affirmation of my Christian childhood. Cliches I was taught then, I now embrace as an Orthodox Jew and a slimy sleazy sex addict in need of God’s grace.

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Different Mores Regarding Noise

Do Westernized Jews have different mores regarding noise than fresh immigrants from Iran, Morocco and other Sephardic cultures? Persians, Moroccans, immigrant Sephardim in Pico-Robertson etc frequently honk their horns when they drive up to a home, hang out in the street having loud conversations at 1 a.m., don’t care about their dogs barking at all hours, their kids whooping it up disturbing the neighbors. There goes 90035. I love diversity!

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Gorgeous Stories!

I’ve been taking writing classes since the fall of 2009 with Beyond Baroque‘s Artist-in-Residence, Terrie Silverman (CreativeRites.com).

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Flinging Manure

One of my earliest memories of my father finding me at age five flinging manure at other kids and screaming, “I hate you! I hate you!”

I’m rarely out of control, but I can get pretty thin-skinned about teasing. I love to tease others, but I can’t always take it gracefully.

What do I remember about that incident at age five? Just being out of control and reacting with pure rage, trying to dirty other people so that they would match what I was feeling.

I remember that every time my parents put me down for a nap, I would scream and rage until falling asleep.

When I get into an intimate relationship, I have emotional responses that get out of control.

There was that time in seventh grade when my classmates started teasing me. So I got all emotional, stood up in the middle of class, yelled “Shut up!” and walked out.

While I was gone, the teacher asked the kids why they were teasing me. They said, “He teases us all the time.”

I was embarrassed by my reaction, by my inability to take teasing, but even though I knew I should be gracious, I couldn’t handle the ribbing.

Well, my own will is not sufficient. I’m turning my vulnerabilities, my fears, my resentments, over to God.

I’ve done this many times before. Why should now be any different? Well, now I have the 12-step plan for character transformation. I have a specific community me to help. But I could’ve said that 20 years ago as I was starting my Jewish journey. Why is this time any different?

Judaism never asked me to turn my will and my life over to God. It didn’t say that I couldn’t rely on my flawed will power. I can’t rely on just performing my religion. I need a transformation of the heart, even though that sounds Christian. Maybe different strokes work for different folks?

Judaism emphasizes changing specific deeds and that will change your heart. Christian emphasizes changing the heart and then the deeds will follow. The 12-step model is more Christian than Jewish in this respect.

It’s humbling that after my long journey from home I’ve returned to the spiritual emphasis of my childhood on accepting divine grace.

I want to let go of my resentments. They’re perverting my life. I was crude with some girls 18 years ago. I groped them without their consent. Why can’t they let this go? Why do they keep trying to hurt me? I resent the Jews who hate me more than I deserve to be hated. It’s just like second grade when the cool kids didn’t invite me to the cool parties. Why do the cool kids shun me? How do I break into their crowd? I resent being a Palestinian of the soul, living in the Gaza Strip of social opprobrium. I understand suicide bombers. They’re losers who want to feel important. Community leaders come to them and say they can be important, their families can have honor, if they only blow themselves up amidst the enemy.

Resentment leaves no room in my life for God. I can’t be of service to others when I’m full of resentment. If I don’t turn this crap over to God, I’ll remain miserable.

How frustrating I must’ve been for various rabbis and shuls. I flagrantly and publicly violated their standards while simultaneously trying to secure my Orthodox conversion. I was gross. I was crude. I spoiled many a Shabbat with my antics. I just pursued my own will, my own desires, my own wants, my own ends, without consideration of others. I’m constantly grasping for attention. That might get me into more trouble than any other character defect. Self-seeking. That’s the thread that runs through my whole life. Trying to put myself ahead of others usually results in placing me behind them. My bids for glory get me into the most trouble.

What do I fear? Dying alone. Social ostracism. Illness. Death. Waste of my potential. Loneliness. Shame. Harming innocent people. Embarrassment. Being revealed as a fraud. Letting down people who’ve been good to me. Poverty. Homelessness. Dependence. Bankruptcy. Pursuing my own desires without limit, without conscience. When I’m afraid, I tend to lie.

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Reclaiming The Word ‘Schvartze’

A friend says: Regarding the use of the word “shvartze” while it is in fact the German/Yiddish adjective for “black”, one must consider that the word is almost always used in a negative context, as in “The Shvartzes are rioting again”….”A Shvartze burned down my brother’s store” ….
So if we changed the context, perhaps we progressives could reclaim the word. Like “isn’t it wonderful how many gold medals the shvartzes won for America at the Olympics?” or “A wonderful shvartze helped me with my groceries today when I was tired”
Let this be a central task of the new Luke Ford.

DAVID EMAILS: Like it. You have to be careful though. “Did you see what the schvartze in the White House did” may be intended as complimentary, and by those who appreciate your sensitivity and tolerance, may be taken as such, but others may be less (or would it be more?) discriminating.

Of course, the ultimate usage that would confirm one’s good intentions is the one least likely to be used by any Jew (Norman Podhoretz notwithstanding): “Did you hear the great news? My daughter is marrying a schvartze!”

How are you doing, tall, dark and terse?

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What’s The Orthodox Way Of Eating A Bread Roll?

I was accused on Shabbos of eating my bread roll like a baal teshuva (instead of an FFB, Frum From Birth, aka Orthodox from birth) because I put the humus on my roll instead of tearing my roll up and dipping it into the humus. Is this true about eating rolls?

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