Drama Triangle

I believe we all have a Drama Triangle in our lives it’s just a matter of are we enjoying it? Are we aware of it? Does it feed our need to be ‘special’?

Victim, Persecutor or Rescuer? It isn’t just a question of which one are you? As my eleven year old daughter quite simply put, ‘Yes, different people make you feel or react differently’. We all can play a different role with different people.

With your parents you may want them to be the Rescuer because that is how we have been conditioned as a child. However as you grow up and they get older you may well find yourself rescuing them! I think this is the most placid example of a Drama Triangle situation with the outside world of challenges, responsibilities and friendships acting as the persecutor.

This is a great article about the The Drama Triangle and in my opinion we all feed someone’s, if not our own. Is this subconscious manipulation or simply human nature?

So what’s the problem? Especially if you are the Rescuer because surely that’s the best one to be! Surely you are only helping, not hurting the other people involved?

Even as Rescuer you are keeping the victim stuck and more worryingly you are keeping the persecutor stuck in their role and feeding their behaviour.

Perhaps this victims real and first persecutor was years ago, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years ago. This is the only relationship model they know and so it is a recurring theme in the victims life. By playing the Rescuer today you are reinforcing the victims behaviour, you are encouraging them to find another persecutor.

#Metoo

This is one of the reasons the #metoo movement didn’t quite sit favourably with me. Abuse of any kind is wrong there is no doubt about it. The movement started with a pure purpose, like so many do. However watching #metoo, methree, mefour, memillions I couldn’t help wondering how many victims were being given justification to live in this blame culture. What about #mefree? At some point we have to forgive, learn and move on.

I also wonder if this movement vindicated the persecutor? – ‘well if I’m a persecutor I had better go persecute someone!’ I realise it’s a very simplistic view but don’t humans like to complicate things?

I wonder how this blame culture will end as we sit to watch the next Witch dropped in to the pond, the next gladiator eaten surprisingly by the tiger.

I adore many feministic views but keeping us in the role of victim, shouting about it and blaming individuals at best is a circus at worst it seems like playground tactics. Have any of the enormous peodophile rings and human trafficking statistics changed since #metoo? I’m thinking Not.

Breaking the Cycle

So how do we break this drama triangle? I believe just being present with our language and not feeding others weaknesses is a place to start. Be kind with our stories of ourselves, to ourselves and others. Realise how and what we trigger and be responsible. Be ourselves, be kind and try not to be reactive.

Forgive and if need be change our behaviour.

Dry Tears

Yarra Valley Christmas

We were holidaying for three weeks in the beautiful Yarra Valley over Christmas 2019, it’s a place we regularly visit but this time we were on high alert. Constantly checking our Victoria Emergency Application. We had an evacuation plan if the fires got within 100km.  Although they didn’t, friends  were not so lucky!

As our friend sat in our camp chair the anxiety in his quavering voice told us of his girlfriend who had lost her home. She had been stranded on the beach waiting to be rescued and then taken to a friends house where she would stay. Her house was ruined. This big burly Aussie that for so long to us was always smiling was reduced to tears. The fires affected every Victorian in some way or another and we all knew someone who had been displaced because of them.

Extravagant Excess

One day the heat was over 45 degrees celsius and so we took shelter in a nearby hotel the glass of the beautiful restaurant over looking the Yarra hills. Suddenly the glass shook with a blast of hot wind and the electricity cut out. The whole room looked at each other but knew we had nothing to complain about.

It seemed strange that only a few months later the fires were gone and we were all in lockdown, the complete opposite of the fleeing from fire that we had seen at the beginning of the year.  The country towns that had been abandoned were now seeing house prices rise as the densely populated city is the place to run from. Remote working is now a new norm and hopefully having a positive impact on the small towns of Victoria and NSW that the fires affected.

The fires will no doubt come again next year but lets hope they are not as bad as 2019 and that people can return to some normality. As for covid well that cycle seems to also be around for longer than anticipated. Will 2020 be our first covid Christmas?

 

Behind Closed Doors

Persona

It seems many of us have spent the last ten years creating the most fabulous Facebook personality, the ever positive, always looking on the bright side, never swaying from sanity persona but now we are faced with the real us! Are we the conspiracy theorist, the placid follower or the rebellious vigilante? Are we the next self help guru trying hard to believe our own scripts?

The real life version of our selves has started to reveal itself on social media as we grapple with the global pandemic. It’s interesting to see the shift in persona. Who we are when we’re at home behind closed doors, when the camera is off, the light isn’t hiding the double chin and our eyes aren’t focused in exactly the right direction.  Suddenly this person seems to be visible, this version has uncloaked itself for all to see.

Being house bound during lock down means not dressing up for work and not making our face perfect. So who are you when you are stripped down to your baggy tracksuit, pj’s, dressing gown or jeans n T? For most of us we are the same but maybe with more shadow than light, more critic and less forgiveness. This person also has an opinion, a voice and a public face. Although it might not be the one we all want and hope to see or portray.

Introvert vs Extrovert

 Are these ‘extroverts’ the angry protesters? Or are these extroverts simply introverting the anger of nations until it eventually explodes? We all have an extrovert in us, the one that is all over social media where no real exchange can be given.

The Introvert, one may presume self isolation is more suited, someone who actually enjoys their own company enough to feel energised by it. However presumably this time by themselves means on their own, not surrounded by all the other people in the house self isolating with them!

Extrovert is not necessarily the life and soul of the party but just someone who energises themselves with other people’s company. There is no wrong or right and we all change on a daily basis how introverted or extrovert we feel. Right now neither are probably getting the right degree of energy! Both equally frustrated.

The Self

Whilst we may be stripped back to bare all with no material influences at the moment perhaps that is a good thing.  The blossom tree can be just as beautiful in the winter months, the closed flower as enticing. Perhaps the persona and ego don’t mind taking a back seat once in a while.  Maybe we are realising there is so much more to life than social media and creating a false reality, the self is actually far more interesting!

Spending a Penny

 

My Nan would always use the expression ‘spend a penny’ to let us know that she was just ‘popping to the loo’.  It would always make me giggle. After a little research I discovered that men’s urinals were free, it was just the women who had to spend that penny! The last time I was in London, Liverpool Street Station still charged to use their conveniences! I hope they don’t now.

I’m glad that Australia seems to have toilets on every corner, maybe it’s because you need to drink more water over here with the dry heat? Whatever the reason they are much better equiped in some aspects of their infrastructure than good old England!

Abundance Meditation

Reflection

Three weeks ago I started The Deepak Chopra 21 Day Abundance Meditation course, I was invited by an acquaintance on a Facebook ‘single parents’ group, (definitely a subject for another post). The previous day I had started to go through the shed, so much of my personal belongings were put out into storage whilst we Airbnb’d the house last year. It was time to reacquaint myself with treasures of the past.  I found my jewellery box that my Nan bought me when I was a child.  The inscription in the mirror read ‘Treasure the Beauty That Surrounds Us’. 

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Dystopian Utopia

Dystopian Society

How did we slip into this dystopian society so quickly? The global catastrophe that is Covid 19 has literally taken a hold on the world. The beginning of 2020 looked very different.  Freedom reigned most of the worlds societies, or at least a perception of freedom.  We could all eat together, drink together and swim together was this Utopia? Did we spend so much time writing and imagining a dystopian society that we created it? George Orwell, Margaret Atwood, H.G Wells et al did such a great job but this is not fiction.

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Daily Beach Walks on the Mornington Peninsula

A Week of Beaches

Since the beginning of Covid-19 the one thing we can all keep doing as part of a  healthy routine is a daily walk. Mentally this is my me time when I can let go of any frustrations and well I guess we all have a few of those right now!

Ray (my one year old kelpie) loves the beach, especially the seagulls, the sticks and all of the amazing smells. During our self isolation every bugger imaginable has decided to use the beach near me so I may as well share the love!

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By Women For Women – Free For Five Days!

Fictional Memoir

Fictional memoir, what is that? I hear you say! Capote was the master of this writing as far as I am concerned Breakfast at Tiffany’s etc are perfectly written. However, reading the wonderful tales in By Women For Women he has some competition! These stories from life have been woven into laughter, love and pain, expressing the perseverance of pleasure seeking that all women endure.

The Authors of By Women For Women – Book One

By Women For Women

Christine Rogers is a sassy Kiwi whose love of film and creativity is effervescent in her presence.  Her piece ‘Late to the O Party’ is witty and reminiscent of many first dalliances into the big wide world of sex.  Zoe Hull has produced one of the bravest pieces of writing I have read for a very long time. Meeting at Sexpo what seems like a lifetime ago it’s been a pleasure watching the pride in herself and her writing grow.

Angela Stubbs is an incurable romantic and her writing always oozes so much love. It reminds me of Jane Austen meets 20th century Aussie Chick.  Her journals are soon to become a great Australian read.  Carol Middleton is an award winning author and journalist currently working on her memoir Electric Gypsy which sees her searching for a sense of home in a psychedelic lorry.

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Essex Tails – Urban Fiction

Underbelly Urban Fiction

Are you a fan of underbelly urban fiction? Well Essex Tails is just that! I remember reading one such book as part of a book club. It was not something I would normally read but I could not put it down! The fact that it was set in my home county of Essex was obviously appealing however as the subject was female trafficking it was somewhat confronting. The problem being that as part of my baby group a friends husband worked in this field of the Metropolitan Police and so as much as ignorance is bliss I unfortunately knew this world I was reading about was anything but fiction!

Essex Tails, an urban fiction set in Southend on Sea

In conjunction with the amazing new author Leo Christian who has taken one of the characters from Sharks and Lovers to a whole new level we have created Essex Tails.  This story of Lenny and Sharon, a drug dealer and his prostitute girlfriend is based on urban legend.  We’ve all had friends of friends who have seen this or heard that and this is where Lenny and Sharon live in that urban legend.

“It all started when I bumped back into Wieger a few weeks ago.  We were great mates back in the ‘80’s when everyone loved everyone! Mainly because of the ‘love doves ‘ (ecstasy tablets) that we were all eating.  He’s this tall Dutch guy that used to travel with his father to Essex where he worked at the oil refinery.  He was an old mate I used to buy from, we would talk about the plans we had to rule the world.  I’d been wondering along the seafront on the way back from a delivery to a regular who’s in a wheelchair and there he was, I hadn’t seen him for bloody years!”

All of our Essex Tails will be 10-15 minute reads and for a limited time Book One is free to download on Amazon with Kindle Unlimited.  However if you would like a free e-book sent to you please just email or message me.  All I ask is that if it grabs your attention and you enjoy the read you log onto Amazon and spend the couple of pounds or dollars it will cost you to write us a review.

Download at Amazon uk here

Download at Amazon Australia here

Email Frankie here for free e-book 

Many Thanks

Frankie & Leo