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I Am an Exaholic: Part 3

Part one of this three-part blog post detailed why we fall in love, part two examined what happens in the aftermath of love lost, and the phases we all experience during a breakup. This final installment will detail the path to recovery, specifically: the stages of healing, how to cope while you’re recovering, and healing through the twelve steps of Exaholics.

The Stages of Healing

For most Exaholics, the hardest part of the healing process is just getting to the first step: admitting that your attachment to your Ex is unhealthy and needs to end.

It can take a very long time to come to grips with the reality that a relationship is over. Remember, this is how your brain works, and how you were built to bond, even if you know it’s over, you still don’t feel like it’s over. Your limbic brain is a wild creature and not subordinate to the will of your neocortex; it maintains your attachment to your Ex even when you don’t want it to. But even worse, because its hunger for reunion is so strong, it can trick your neocortex into believing that you should get back together with your Ex.

Precontemplation 

This is the stage where you are not yet aware you have a problem; in other words, you are in denial that the relationship is over. If you can’t literally reconnect with them, you might try and stay connected to them with your thoughts, fantasies, rehashing, and following their every move on Instagram. You are still having a relationship with your internalized lover in your head. When you are thinking or fantasizing about your Ex lover, you are still feeling all the same feelings: love, excitement, despair, longing, hurt, anger, and rejection. Staying in contact with them through social media or texting is basically keeping an IV drip of dopamine in your arm. This stage will feel like purgatory- a mid-range ring of hell where you are not together, but not apart emotionally. You are still emotionally connected to your Ex, whether or not you are actually speaking. You can’t bear to delete their number or block them. Being in this space is very, very painful. You are deeply attached to someone you are not able to connect with. Or, if you connect with them, you get hurt. This stage is particularly difficult if your relationship ended with little to no closure. The good news is, after weeks or months or even years of this torture a small remnant of your healthy core will pipe up to say, “What the hell are you doing?”

 Contemplation

This stage is defined by ambivalence. You are aware that you are not being treated well and that your life is suffering as a result of your attachment to your Ex, but you still feel an enormously strong connection to them. You might be very angry and hurt, but you still love them. It’s a confusing, “I love you but I hate you” dance that pushes and pulls you one way and the other. You hate the way you feel, you hate what this is doing to your life, you hate how much power your Ex continues have over your life, and you might even hate them, but you still care about them. You want them to want you. Your self-worth is still caught up in their opinion of you, so it feels like the only way to get your self-esteem back is for them to desire you again. Many Exaholics feel the need to test the relationship before they can finally come to terms with the finality of the situation. So, they try to contact their Ex and talk “one last time” (hello breakup-sex). For Exaholics, bottoming out on your addiction to your Ex is usually subtle and ambiguous and builds over time. At this point, your neocortex begins to gain a toehold. Your rational self starts actively wrestling with your limbic brain for control of your mind and soul. Your thinking mind becomes increasingly clear about the fact that this relationship should be over and that the person you are stuck on is simply not able or willing to love you in return. You begin to understand that your emotional dependence on this person is ruining you. That maybe, just maybe, you want the relationship to be over too.

Determination

In the Determination phase of change, Exaholics feel motivated to change, and begin to plan how they will finally break free. Perhaps you will seek help from a therapist. solicit advice or look for resources (hi!). One of the most important and helpful things that an Exaholic can do at this point is connect with other people who are going through the same experience. When an Exaholic comes into contact with other people who feel the same things that they do, or even better- have begun to work the steps and heal- a major shift can happen: they can start to feel hope that they can change to. Your stages of change have already led you to this moment. The fact that you are reading this blog post is evidence that you are either in the contemplation or determination phase of recovery.

Taking Action and Coping

The path to reducing obsessions and starting to get control of your mind lies in mindfulness and learning how to be here now.

Stay in the present. Thoughts of your Ex are time travelers. They are memories of things that happened in the past or worries about things that could happen in the future. In the actual, literal, present moment, very little is actually happening. You’re breathing. That’s it. When an intrusive or triggering thought about your Ex pops into your head, simply being able to notice, “I am having a thought about something that is not happening right now,” and coming back into physical reality will help you step back and develop your metacognition (metacognition is your ability to think about what you’re thinking about). This strengthens your neocortex and helps build the ability to intentionally shift away from obsessive thoughts. Use the present moment as an anchor and steer yourself back into the present over and over and over again. Over time, your mind is freed from obsessive rumination.

Be tolerant of yourself. Just like if you broke your arm, healing is going to hurt. You have to respect your pain and allow it to guide you to do the work you need to do. You have been injured, and its okay to not be okay for a while. 

Avoid social media. At no other point in history has it been easier to torture yourself by spying on your Ex. Of course, you are craving knowledge of your Ex and social media might seem like a lifeline of connection to your lost relationship. Unfortunately, each “contact” with your Ex reinforces the biological connection and every morsel of information zings you with dopamine, creating an explosion of anxiety, torment, and longing inside of you. Having new information to obsess about is simply prolonging your madness. I cannot tell you what to do, but I am going to tell you what to do: block your Ex on social media.

When your Ex is sleeping with someone new… this is a toughie. Even if you are doing okay, there is still something about knowing that your Ex is with someone new that will send you into a frenzy of emotional pain, craving and desire. In your mind’s eye you play out scenes of your life with your Ex, except your role is being played by someone who might be sexier, more fun, or more interesting. You see your Ex- the happy, sweet, fun one you first fell in love with- sharing the best parts of themselves with someone else. This all feels incredibly unfair. Being victimized by these intrusive images is incredibly traumatizing. Ruminating does not bring any value to your healing process, it only keeps you from moving forward. In order to rescue yourself from the impotent madness of this obsession, you must differentiate between what you are thinking about and what is actually happening. Shift your awareness and distract yourself by practicing mindfulness, using a mantra or making plans. You have to get unstuck from the obsession phase in order for healthy new growth to occur. 

Healing Through the Twelve Steps of Exaholics

If you are ready to admit that your continued attachment to your Ex is a problem, you have arrived at the doorstep of healing.

Step One: Radical Honesty

Accept the truth: the relationship is over, it needs to be over, and it’s time to move on.

Step Two: Grieving and Reaching out for Support

In some ways, a literal death can be easier to accept and deal with than the loss of a cherished primary relationship with your partner. When you want desperately to be with someone who does not want to be with you, losing them feels like a statement of your worth. It’s personal. Once Exaholics have given up the fantasy of reunion and accepted that their lover is not returning, does not love them back, or is simply not the person they hoped they were, grief, fear, and despair close in. During this time it can be tremendously comforting and healing to connect with other people who have genuine empathy and respect for your experience. A simple Google search for “breakup support groups” or “divorce support groups” will turn up options in your area. There are also various online communities available to you, including forums through http://www.exaholics.com (and the Instagram @onceuponatimeonhinge). Find your people, and let them be there for you now.

Step Three: Renewing Faith in Other people

This third step feels good. It feels good to reconnect with people, and it feels good to be validated and understood. You know you can’t connect with your Ex, but you still need connection. Your need for secure attachment is basic and primary, and it doesn’t go away just because you don’t have anyone to attach to. When you connect with a community, you begin to attach to them. Your attachment-craving reunion with your Ex is soothed, somewhat, by nurturing human contact with others. Your attachment is transferred from a dangerous place to a safe one.

Step Four: Reclaim Your Worth and Value

It might be hard to believe that you weren’t rejected by a really great person because you weren’t good enough. Or that the love you had wasn’t the most passionate and intense thing you’ll ever know, and you’re doomed to a life of isolation or settling. None of this is true, and it is important to revise your story about what happened. You shift from being the victim, or the unlovable ogre, into just another person whose relationship didn’t work out. As you develop a new story about what happened, you begin to experience an emotional shift. You begin to reclaim your self-esteem. You realize that your story is not that special or unique. Pain is pain. Loss is loss. Rejection is rejection. Just because you are going through it doesn’t mean that you are a broken person.

Step Five: Growth

Most Exaholics, around this stage, notice a marked shift in the way they feel. Some call it the “pivot point”. They begin thinking less about their Ex and more about themselves. I think a great way to work through this step is to either engage with a group who is willing to ask you hard questions, or to do some journaling and reflecting. Questions to include asking yourself during this step are:

“What were my circumstances before I got involved in this relationship?”

“What attracted me to this person?”

“Were there early red flags I chose to ignore?”

“Did I confuse passion for a healthy, secure attachment?”

“How did I handle my anxiety in this relationship?”

“Am I dependent on the good opinions of others for my own self worth?”

“Were there mistakes I made that impacted the quality of this relationship?”

The true opportunity of loss and pain is growth. The goal of step five is to begin to understand the vulnerabilities that allowed you to become so deeply addicted to an unhealthy relationship and learn from that experience.

Step Six: Ask for Feedback

Step six involves asking trusted and emotionally safe people for their feedback. Think about the people who are most familiar with both you and your Ex. Consider asking them their opinions of what they witnessed as you went through the relationship, and be open to their answers. Taking feedback non-defensively is difficult. Try to resist the impulse to meet their feedback with a “Yes, but.” Rather, breathe and listen to what they are saying about how it looked from an outsider’s perspective.

Step Seven: Build a Different Future

The sweetest revenge there is is for you is to genuinely be happy and well, and to love your life. In step seven, you figure out what makes you happy and how to get better results in your life. It’s time to start asking yourself some exciting new questions:

“Knowing what you know now, what kind of person would you like to be in the future?”

“Who do you want to be in your next relationship?”

“How will you know if your next relationship is working? How will you know if it isn’t?”

Step Eight: Action

Practice your new skills on your friends, your family and with your community of support. Accept new ways of being to feel weird and unnatural at worst. Remember- act from your values, not your feelings.

Step Nine/ Ten: Make Amends 

You might feel really badly about things that you did to other people while you were out of your mind with toxic love. Remember that pain makes everyone self-focused. When you were in the depths of your Exaholism, you might not have been at your best as a friend, mom, dad, daughter, son, sister, brother, or co-worker. Make a list of people who have been harmed by your “addiction” and write your wrongs. When you are done, go back and write your own name at the top.

Step Eleven: Maintenance 

When you are in step eleven, all of the things you’ve learned come together. You are active out in the world, being a new you. You are maintaining the positive changes you’ve worked so hard to develop.

Step Twelve: Help Others Heal and Grow Too

Your ability to have empathy for the reality of the pain and trauma that others are currently enduring means more than you know. Your presence in the life of someone else can represent hope that they too may someday overcome their own pain. So seek out opportunities to connect with people who are hurting. Feel free to DM me (@onceuponatimeonhinge) if you feel you are struggling, and also if you feel you are in the emotional place to help someone else and I would be more than happy to make connections that way.

You are normal, and you are not alone.

DM me on Instagram @onceuponatimeonhinge with feedback, questions, or to discuss this post further!

 

Once Upon a Time on Hinge: The Beginning

One night, feeling particularly insecure about my two year relationship with my on-again, off-again, semi-exclusive, what-the-fuck boyfriend (we will call him J), I started posting Hinge content to my personal instagram account to do the only thing I knew how: make the motherfucker jealous. I would find prompts, rattle off witty responses, and post them to my stories. In addition to successfully rattling J, I also started getting pretty good feedback from my other followers about how funny my stories were. Eventually, enough people gave me the confidence to convince myself that I should create my own Instagram account solely devoted to Hinge content. I chose the name “Once Upon a Time on Hinge” because I loved the oxymoron of an antiquated phrase associated with romantic fairy tales being associated with content related to the most modern, and at times depraved form of courtship possible.

Eventually I started being reposted by much larger accounts, such as @unhingedny, and gained followers exponentially. J was semi-supportive of my new venture, although he muted my content because according to him, I was “spamming” his page.

Without getting into too many of the precipitating factors, when J asked to meet me for drinks on Tuesday, May 28, I had a pit in my stomach. We had been fighting a lot, and I had a strong feeling he was going to break up with me. The moment he sat down in front of me, I knew, and started bawling my eyes out (think Warner breaking up with Elle Woods in Legally Blonde… I was Elle). The break up itself was as pleasant as one could be. We both cried, said we loved each other, hugged for a long time, and then said goodbye for good.

I was crying in the Uber on the way home, and decided to share what had happened with a tearful video to my followers. My account is focused on dating, and something monumental had just occurred in my dating life. I have always wanted to cultivate a raw, real, and honest perspective on modern dating with my account, so I tearfully told my followers what had happened. To my absolute surprise, I immediately received hundreds of direct messages from followers, strangers, offering kind words of encouragement and love. I have never believed more in the good in humanity and the positive power of social media until that moment.

The nature of my account is naturally shifting further away from Hinge content (I am not ready to date again, at least not seriously, for the time being) to chronicles of post-breakup life. I am sure my account will continue to morph and change, but always in the most raw and authentic way possible.

So far, my account has taught me two very important lessons: (1) Chivalry is not dead (2) I might have to kiss a lot of frogs, but I will find my happily ever after.

Chivalry on the Subway

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Chivalry has never been my thing. Even when I was little and deeply invested in fairy tale Disney movies, I remember thinking that if I were in life-threatening danger, I wouldn’t want some Prince to come rescue me. I grew up with adults shouting “stranger danger!” to instill crippling fear and suspicion of basically anyone I had yet to encounter in my ripe 6 years of life. So: some dude tells me he wants to kiss me so that a “spell” can be broken? I’ll pass, creep. As I got older and started realizing that “Princes” are usually the ones us ladies need saving from in the first place, Law & Order: SVU became, and remains, my favorite fairy tale of all time.

Nonetheless, aside from the couple of times a year when various magazines declare “Chivalry is Dead!”, I never really think about the term. There was one time a couple of years ago, when I did that insane thing girls sometimes do and went on a first date. I dutifully noted throughout the entire night that he kept opening doors for me. Even if the door was out of his way, like my car door, he would zip around the car and open it. If there was no door, he would step aside and gesture with his arms that I walk in first, flight attendant style. On the ride home I observed, “You open doors a lot” (you can tell how great the conversation was flowing at this point). He asked if that was a problem and I said it wasn’t, it’s just kind of weird because I know how to open a door. And he said, “You’ve just never experienced chivalry like this”. Then I believe I told him that opening someone’s door is polite, not full-blown chivalrous, and he asked me if I was “one of those feminists”, and now we live happily after.

The next time I thought about chivalry was today, on the subway. Now, it should be noted that on NYC public transportation not only is chivalry dead, but so are all rules of human morality, ethics, and decency. The subway is to behavior what Twitter is to opinions: mayhem. So, to put it mildly, I don’t expect much “chivalry” whilst on the F train. This morning I was on a full train, but I boarded early enough to get a seat (such a rare occurance, it almost made me believe in God). Right before the doors closed, a very pregnant woman walked onto the train. Once we started moving I looked at the mostly men sitting around me, who could all clearly see the pregnant woman standing in front of us. “Excuse me, miss, do you want to sit?” As the words came out of my mouth I have to admit it felt odd. I fancy myself a feminist but kind of felt like I was saying what a guy should be saying. I’ve never called another girl “miss”. Before the woman could respond, the guy next to me stood up and proudly gestured towards his seat like a true gentleman… just as my flight attendant date did for little ol’ me. The girl sat down, turned to me, and said, I shit you not: “They open your door but god forbid they give up their damn seat on the subway.”

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I realized what chivalry really means, to me at least. It’s not being kind, or polite, or gentle, or helpful. It’s doing something that puts another person’s well-being before your own, possibly by sacrificing your own well-being, and without the promise or expectation of getting anything in return. So, chivalry is not a guy buying you dinner or opening your door. Trust me, he thinks he’s getting something out of it. Chivalry is altruism I guess… but that spirals into the philosophical debate of the existence of altruism, so let’s let that slide and just get to the bottom line:

Chivalry is giving up your damn seat on the subway.

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Oppressed Majority

Being the esteemed procrastinator that I am, I frequently spiral into the rabbit hole that is YouTube. While this custom typically leads to me obsessively watching every interview Amy Schumer has ever done until 4 AM, last night I actually came across something that moved me.

This 10 minute French film, “Oppressed Majority (Majorité Opprimée)”, tells the story of Pierre, a seemingly mundane man going through his daily routine on a typical day in an unnamed French town. However, in the world that the director Eléonore Pourriat creates, women are in charge. Essentially, traditional gender roles are turned upside down. Women run topless, pee in alleys, and yell sexually vulgar things to Pierre while he rides his bike around town. However, when Pierre is raped at knifepoint by a gang of women, the story takes a dark turn. The fundamental reason this film is so powerful is that the alternate universe Pourriat creates seems so absurd, yet it is really just a representation of our reality, only with men playing the role of women.

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I personally had a visceral reaction to the film, particularly because I have been victim to many of the sexist behaviors depicted in the film. When Pierre is raped, his wife tells him he was asking for it because he is wearing short Bermuda shorts and a low cut shirt. It sounds farcical to associate men’s clothing with sexuality, but for women it is a daily concern. I am constantly hyperaware of how I dress so as not to look too provocative that I will be objectified, but also not too conservative that I look unattractive. This awareness is so entrenched in my identity as a woman that I don’t even step back and wonder why I am scrutinizing my appearance through the male gaze.

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What do you think of the film? Does it accurately depict sexism in our society? Is it too focused on gender as binary? If you are male, did it make you understand women in a way you hadn’t before?

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But first… let me take a selfie.

I had to read this article for my feminist philosophy class, and it unleashed a contentious debate among the professor and my classmates as to whether “the female selfie” is a visible reflection of patriarchal social norms, or a pushback against the harsh beauty standards set forth by those norms. Here are my thoughts on the matter…

There are a lot of generalizations made about “the female selfie” both positive and negative. I think it would be impossible to make a definitive statement about why all women post selfies because every woman is different. Moreover, I think the desire to dualistically label “the female selfie” as good or bad simply highlights the fundamental misconception about feminism in general which is that all women want the same things or are motivated by the same things. Feminism is about giving women equal opportunity, and then supporting whatever they decide to do with those opportunities. I am sure some women post selfies solely to attract men, some post selfies out of self-love, some are rebelling against harsh beauty standards set forth by gender norms, etc.

I know girls that have posted sexy, albeit filtered selfies on Instagram after a harsh breakup to make an ex-boyfriend jealous. I also have friends that post selfies with no makeup on to show that that is how they feel most beautiful. I also know women that feel most confident with their makeup done, and if they love how their winged eyeliner turns out one day they might post a selfie to show it off to their followers. I have never personally posted a selfie on social media- but I have definitely taken many a selfie (my biggest source of anxiety is someone scrolling through my camera roll). And, who knows- maybe one day I’ll change my mind and decide to post one. I would never judge another woman for posting a selfie, but more importantly I would never form an opinion on “the female selfie” as if it is an ontologically distinct entity rather than an umbrella that describes just one way women can express themselves through social media.

So, I decided to post my first selfie right here. I’m not trying to impress a man, or rebel against the patriarchy. I’m not trying to love myself more, or to seek anyone’s approval. It’s just a picture I took of myself.

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JUDGE AWAY! Or don’t. Doesn’t matter to me!

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