SAY IT. OUT LOUD. How to fess up and get a load off your mind.

I was in a creative writing class one time, in graduate school, listening to a 24-year-old girl read her story to the class about what it had been like to lose her virginity in the back seat of her boyfriend’s Buick. Well, actually she wasn’t a girl anymore. She was pregnant, but she was 20 years younger than I was. I felt like some dad, listening to his daughter tell me something I definitely didn’t want to know.  

Let me back up for a minute. I was in San Diego State University’s graduate school, studying for a master of science in business, specializing in AI and robotics. The admissions office had nicely told me my Oklahoma University degree was worthless since it was over ten years old and I'd have to take a bunch more beginner classes than I’d expected. Here I was in my one elective.

 I told people I thought my one elective, this creative writing class, would help me write a decent thesis. The truth was, it was more entertaining and mostly; I was glad I didn’t have to do a bunch of statistics homework all the time.
What does this have to do with fessing up? In that writing class, from that young woman, I got an intense lesson on the power of saying things that I normally wouldn’t even say to our cat. I’d been an infantry company commander in Vietnam. Issuing commands was something I could do all day long but persuading people to read my words? Private words?That was a whole new deal for me.
The first assignment the prof had given us was, obviously, to see if we had the chops to open a vein and write something “you normally wouldn’t tell a soul” and then read those words to the entire class. My story was so pedestrian I don’t even remember it. The contributions from the rest of the class were no better. But that young pregnant woman showed the entire class what it meant to say it out loud.
She described every detail. Exactly. Step by step. It wasn’t pornographic; it was a sweet description of a young man and woman exploring each other for the first time. She described the guy driving them in his parents' car out to the country, the uncomfortable laughter, the sound of every unzipping, the unfamiliarity and giggling at the foreplay and his search for the condom, the careful penetration, all of it. 

Including the surprise she felt after it was done, that after all the years of anticipation, of having other girls describe it in other-worldly terms, her reaction was, “Really, this is it?” Everybody laughed at that. She had the room in her hand.
She was looking at her truth and owning it, in public. Tell me that didn’t take ovarijones.
And I saw she’d done something else: she was not only saying it out loud for everyone to hear. She was explaining not only what had happened, but what it meant to her. And how she’d refined that meaning over the years to a point where she could now see its wisdom. She was ready, she said, ready to explain those affairs to the daughter who was growing in her womb.
What I learned that day is something that, we men have to admit, we have a problem with. It’s not too difficult to tell each other our war stories, or the rambunctious use of a fast car. But, it’s often impossible to muster the courage to describe our flaws, our shortcomings and, especially, those private things, our fears.
Here’s what she did: first, she wrote it down. It was the writing of it that forced her to put those actions into words that others could understand. That same process can make things more clear for us, in our own minds. And, if we can say it to someone else, we unload it. Huge relief.

Maybe all we can do at first is to write it down on a number-10 envelope, and when it’s all finished, when the words are all out, we take the envelope out to the garage floor and set those words on fire. That works, too. The idea is to take the problem, wrap it with words, say it, get it out. And, if we can, find the humor. If we can find a way to laugh at it, we can depower any problem. Go ahead. Laugh at yourself. I want to think we've got the cojones to do that.
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(For what it's worth, I'm not a professional therapist. These are my thoughts alone. Regards, Ron)

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