To be co-dependent. It has been, harshly, vocalized in this community. I did not know what it was before I came here. That there was a word for it... but there is a word for everything I am finding. I am just bad at words. One word can have so many meanings, so many intentions... but that is another blog. One I am not prepared to write.
I felt shame. Someone said co-dependent to me and I knew that was me. How could it not be? Isn't it the job of the submissive to be dependent on her Sir. This was my initial, defense mechanism. Coupled... or you could say, 'co-ed', always trying to rely on my Dom to be that force I could lean on, that I knew could make decisions. Instead, being not independent enough, was a big, or more so final (since it was my first time hearing it towards my last ending relationship. I remained ignorantly unaware... again... another blog) attack to my relationship. So of course I thought that was me. So much so, I hissed. I tried to defend being co-dependent.
I wasn't. I know that now. I will agree that I was not the fierce, witty, excitably independent person I had been when I entered into that relationship. I was being submissive after all. The funny thing is... as soon as it was over, I went right back to that person. Then I did what I do... and wondered why. Why I couldn't be that person in the dynamic as well.
I was. That is the conclusion I have made. I was that person, waiting to be. Something I now remember, I had mentioned. Asked for. Permission to be that person. But it took work, planning, routine. All things that I have for myself when I am at my happiest. I specifically asked to be told when I was not needed, when I could stop doting, when I did not have to perch on the precipice of service. To spread my wings and take flight, knowing that I would return to my place with the faintest whistle from the one I cherished. Funny how you don't always remember these things in the moment.
That never came. It was never granted. Mostly, I know today, because it was never understood. In the end, still it was turned and used against me. But what I did get from it, is I know today I was not co-dependent. I was simply locked away. Here I am, and I am soaring.
So in fear of leaving this thought underdeveloped. Where I would have fought against the idea that co-dependency was a bad thing. I know now, that it is just another of these terms used in BDSM that can be misunderstood, or worse, used to hurt someone. Not to say it doesn't exist, and is not toxic, from what I have learned since, trying to learn more about what I thought was myself. But it is easy to think you are something you are not, especially when there is a presence that keeps telling you, you are. Do your research, and enjoy learning along the way.
Thank you for flying with me,
~Oracle.