Learned Helplessness

I put two and two together this week— and surprised myself — by coming up with a sum I knew, but hadn’t really seen before. What I realized is, that I have been blinded — as in, made oblivious — to just how weighty and difficult some things are to faPce. I can’t see what isn’t supposed to be there. While blind, I can feel something.  I haven’t wanted to know, how utterly disabling growing up in this cultural milieu is. It’s like, the waters I’ve been swimming in, are more polluted than I thought. Furthermore, the pollution is paralyzing. Not in any obvious, visible way, but in a subtle, yet pressurized way.

It makes we humans less than we are.

I came upon this realization through the silent suffering of others. While investigating this silence, I got in touch with a dense field, that is permeating life. The best I’ve seen it described, is through the words of Martin Seligman, who calls it, learned helplessness. He is talking about a state, that results from exposure to pervasive abuse. My formulation, is exposure to pervasive socialization.

Some of us are disabled, by the realities we’ve been subjected too. We have both an inaccurate self-image, and an inaccurate picture of what is.

Each of us has been skewed — deformed by a constant barrage of aberrant interactions. Others, especially those closest and most important to us, have inadvertently been passing on to us, the latest and most significant prejudices. I don’t mean racial prejudices — although those are included — I mean about what is real, and worth responding to, and what is not. This includes the pressure to conform. All of this subtle force is often called love.

Remember, don’t color outside the lines.

It is so hard to find words for some things. That is because some things exist beyond the lines, some things are not only taboo, but unacknowledgeable. The totality of who we are, is beyond the recognition of the world we live in.

Find words for that!

Silence can be deafening. The unspoken often conveys what words will not allow. And, worse yet, silence can reveal the mute disability of learned helplessness — the silent cry of the unacknowledged. It is painful to be in the presence of this kind of silence. Agonizing to be in the presence of swallowed lies. Lies that are passed on so easily, and become new generations of deformed people.

When we fight to free ourselves of conditioning, like some old people do, we are fighting the constant flow of cultural propaganda. Not a political manipulation — but a very human desire to provide protection, and guidance, in a mysterious and dangerous world. We are held down, zeitgeist-wrapped, to give us a leg up, in a world that is really beyond our control. It is loving, and it is disabling.

Going beyond conditioning is a way of freeing oneself from bondage, learned helplessness, and over-zealous love. To be oneself, a unique being, is to go beyond — to quiver in the unknown — and to be more than what is called for. It is a courageous act. An act that is anything but helpless.