See it as an opportunity. Everything that is challenging your powers is, in fact, a way for you to overcome it. That o point energy must be followed by introspection, dissect that fear, see what is it made of. You'll soon come to recognize old dusty beliefs you have been embodied for so long. Are they of any use to you now? Is it a time to shift into new ones and get rid of the old ones? Where can you find your real power?
Fear is something that you can laugh about.
Don't let yourself be manipulated into it by your own mindset. Throw it out no matter how you do it.
Thank you for the mention and I am glad you found some motivation in me.
I could have easily not taken the plunge when I got older. I'm not sure how things worked out that way, but I'm glad I did. I did other things too. My bout of claustrophobia never prevented me from seeking work on a submarine as it presented opportunities for learning that I wouldn't have gotten on a large ship. In time, I minimized that fear too, though I could never eliminate it.
The toughest part was getting over the tight quarters. Sleeping became interesting:
I almost feel it... I get claustrophobic in small places, in a plan, in an elevator, and so on...
From the first time I have read that you were in a submarine, I wanted to #declass that but I think I wanted to hide the idea in my brain, somewhere....I know how it is...I was always like this...fear of heights and claustrophobia...I am coping with them all..." repatterning my self-trust", this is what I tell myself, counting, breathing, meditation, mindfulness, recalibrations, anchoring, etc..I try what I can and see what works for that moment when the heart starts beating like a horse in a "run...Forest, run..." manner...
Interesting picture of your bed...I wonder how you got adapted in the first days there.
If you've never been on a submarine and report to your first ship, there's quite a robust indoctrination to life onboard. You'll encounter one problem because you don't have an assigned luxury bed, as displayed above. They may need to move people around to accommodate you. Until then, they will provide you with the comfort befitting someone of your station.
They'll put a two-inch mattress on a steel slab beneath torpedos. You can sleep there until they come up with better arrangements in about 1-3 months. During this time, your nights will be filled with weapons testing of the torpedo tubes. Trust me; you'll learn to sleep like a baby.
I have to admit; I still don't sleep like a normal human. Though, there are those tougher than I who have not had such problems.
I hope it paid you back somehow...this whole experience. Beyond money, that is...I've inhaled deeply while reading this last comment here...claustrophobic thoughts were testing me.
I'm so glad that part of your life finished....
I will be back online tomorrow.
Hugs and thank you so much for being close and showing me around...the submarine...joking...thank you for reading my articles and for opening up...
It took some time to come up with an answer to your response. My best response is that my experiences have helped me to a degree. On the occupation side, I've never been without work and I've always been promoted. I've also never had an issue finding a job. I can support my family and give them some comforts I've never had.
On the social side, my experiences have robbed me of emotions I no longer possess. Sometimes I'm on a low so low I must pretend. It is the way of things, I gather. When people cry and seek consolation, I do all the things I'm supposed to do, but only because that's what expected and because I feel they need it. It isn't because I feel anything from their need for consolation.
My wife was my salvation. She brought me back to a degree, but she was also broken. It was best for me to be a rock for her comfort and an emotional person that could empathize. I'm not sad about it because, well, she's my wife.
It's the essence of our lives that ultimately shapes our hearts, not just our cognitive behavior. What we feel or how or what we don't feel at all, they all happen because we had to let ourselves be put in situations that broke...our ego, some of our sensitive parts, our innocence sometimes, maybe even our power for genuine compassion.
I'd ask, without wanting to be intrusive in any manner possible....Where is your home? Where do you find comfort within yourself (not the real home you might have with your wife, I mean)?
Very interesting read. Fear can consume you if you let it, but also it may be a great motivator. I guess its based on the situation and the mind set as to which alternative results.
Vulcan Death Watches: This has impressed me, I imagine that there are various trainings of this type that make soldiers live hell. The science and art of war has no rest unfortunately.
No, I don't believe that type of science has rest included in its calculations outside of exhaustion. They are hard jobs on the mind and body in my opinion.
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We experienced it when we were young, though we may not remember.
Who said we can't remember? Lol....I can still remember my fears as a child. When we were always afraid of the dark, or the demons under our beds. When we were afraid that mum or dad will beat us up whenever we mistakenly break a plate or cup. And lots more
Wow. So this is what goes into being trained as a warrior or soldier yet I have friends around me who dream of joining the army? What?? Deprivation of sleep, and leaving one emotionless as a result of fear? Oh my God! The soldiers ought to always be appreciated because they give so much for the safety of the nation.
I can imagine your suffocation under the water. It must have been a very terrible experience and that is why you vowed to get into the water anymore. I guess you survived it, and that is why I am sitting here, and reading your testimony. Thank God, there was someone there to save you.
Are you serious? Up there, you said you will never get into the water anymore, but here you are swimming with the others,. Isn't that amazing? I wanted to say you would get into the water again when you said you wouldn't, but here, I am congratulating myself by saying "oh I was right" when I read the next paragraph. I am happy you got out of your fears.
Thank you so much for the lessons shared. Thank God you are no longer unhappy with the way you look. I will try as much as I can to not allow my fears to destroy my chances at a better life, Thank you very much
Thank you very much for your response. Getting into the water again was weird. I wasn't sure myself why I was doing it, but that's how it happened. One day I heard about swim trials and thought it would be a new start to a better life. I wasn't wrong, and I'm happier for it. The fear never left me, though, and that's what surprises me. It's how I looked at things afterward that changed.
It is what has surprised me the most. All my ailments haven't left since I jumped in there. They have just quieted, but I know they are there. It's a constant vigil that seems like a daily chore now. In a way, I need that fear to remind me that I'm fallible. It helps me at work because I'm observant of my tasks. I can't even begin to explain it.
Once you let fear gain access to your mind, it controls your whole being. It changes your perception about a lot of things and you find out that you automatically conform to your fears
True words. Thank you for commenting. As you stated, it affects you regardless of your intent. I found myself in a similar situation this week as some senior directors at my job were asking if I was interested in a job that was about to be posted at work.
The job was for a Senior Business Analyst at the place I work at. The way they described it made me feel like they created the job for me. The problem is that I've got a full house to provide for, and I can't afford to fail. What if I took it and failed? It wasn't a union job; it was management so they could fire me on the spot.
In the end, I applied for my job because of the same fears I had when it was posted. I DO have a family that I MUST provide for in this life. If I don't take the opportunity to provide more for my family, what would happen once the place I worked at shut down in a couple of years?
Time will tell if this gambit will pay off.
Thank you again for responding. I hope you have a blessed day.
Thank you for your response! You know, I apologize as I didn't think to consider if my stories were sad. Reading your response I can see that they are bummers for sure. My intent was to merely display these as situations that held me back, but no longer do as I learned to manage the things that bother me.
My posts tend to err on the dark side, but there's plenty of stories from the light that I can share too! One of my next posts on Emotional Intelligence will definitely have happy endings.
Thanks. One series I wrote on here was named Faith in Humanity. It had a tendency of diving deep into the dark, so I made it a point to make things more of a roller coaster ride. However, as I pull info from real stories, who knows how an article can end!
Exceptional post. I feel like this could be broken down into two or three articles and could even act as inspiration for fictional pieces.
Reading about your experiences on the Vulcan death watches was something else. I'm not sure how I would handle a culture shock like that. Have you found that the experiences during that time have prepared you for other area of life in certain ways? And if so, what areas?
(I'm tagging @trostparadox here because I think he'll appreciate this post, since he's following my curation trail I'll loop back round to this post for my vote once I see if he's noticed it or not)
Wow. Thank you for your kind words. The idea of working without sleep wasn't new to me before joining the Navy. I experienced it in high school during a stressful point when I wasn't getting good grades. The problem with the Vulcan Death Watches was the frequency at which the ship deprived you of sleep and the way they deprived it.
The alarms, flashing lights, sometimes jumping into protective gear before heading into the fray mere minutes after awakening. "It wasn't boring" would probably be an understatement. It taught me that there were priorities in life. Deal with something now, then deal with other things later.
I have found the experience when a need arises certainly prepared me for other areas in life. Over the last two years, I've been working, studying, and learning to be a father and head of household. This, too, has led me to acknowledge that my life isn't boring. It has been horrible and wonderful. Horrible because people shouldn't have to go through strife-yet, wonderful because of the joys brought by fatherhood.
Insomnia perfected through military life now has an application despite its consequences.
I feel that you can manage fear or any emotion enough to redirect it towards some safer outlet you can manage. My safer outlet is analysis at work and family life.
For others, it may be art. This is as honest an answer as I can give as I am not an artist.
We had something similar to the vulcan death watches in the military. It is definitely not fun and looks like borderline torture from the outside but like you explained, it made us not question our superiors' authority.
Fear is the mind-killer if you allow it. It will debilitate you if you welcome it into your arms.
Very true, scholaris. Sometimes the fear of something is worse than the thing itself. Well written as always and all the best in this week's competition!
See it as an opportunity. Everything that is challenging your powers is, in fact, a way for you to overcome it. That o point energy must be followed by introspection, dissect that fear, see what is it made of. You'll soon come to recognize old dusty beliefs you have been embodied for so long. Are they of any use to you now? Is it a time to shift into new ones and get rid of the old ones? Where can you find your real power?
Fear is something that you can laugh about.
Don't let yourself be manipulated into it by your own mindset. Throw it out no matter how you do it.
Thank you for the mention and I am glad you found some motivation in me.
I am here.
I could have easily not taken the plunge when I got older. I'm not sure how things worked out that way, but I'm glad I did. I did other things too. My bout of claustrophobia never prevented me from seeking work on a submarine as it presented opportunities for learning that I wouldn't have gotten on a large ship. In time, I minimized that fear too, though I could never eliminate it.
The toughest part was getting over the tight quarters. Sleeping became interesting:
I almost feel it... I get claustrophobic in small places, in a plan, in an elevator, and so on...
From the first time I have read that you were in a submarine, I wanted to #declass that but I think I wanted to hide the idea in my brain, somewhere....I know how it is...I was always like this...fear of heights and claustrophobia...I am coping with them all..." repatterning my self-trust", this is what I tell myself, counting, breathing, meditation, mindfulness, recalibrations, anchoring, etc..I try what I can and see what works for that moment when the heart starts beating like a horse in a "run...Forest, run..." manner...
Interesting picture of your bed...I wonder how you got adapted in the first days there.
If you've never been on a submarine and report to your first ship, there's quite a robust indoctrination to life onboard. You'll encounter one problem because you don't have an assigned luxury bed, as displayed above. They may need to move people around to accommodate you. Until then, they will provide you with the comfort befitting someone of your station.
I call these "assisted sleeping arrangements".
They'll put a two-inch mattress on a steel slab beneath torpedos. You can sleep there until they come up with better arrangements in about 1-3 months. During this time, your nights will be filled with weapons testing of the torpedo tubes. Trust me; you'll learn to sleep like a baby.
I have to admit; I still don't sleep like a normal human. Though, there are those tougher than I who have not had such problems.
God!
I hope it paid you back somehow...this whole experience. Beyond money, that is...I've inhaled deeply while reading this last comment here...claustrophobic thoughts were testing me.
I'm so glad that part of your life finished....
I will be back online tomorrow.
Hugs and thank you so much for being close and showing me around...the submarine...joking...thank you for reading my articles and for opening up...
It took some time to come up with an answer to your response. My best response is that my experiences have helped me to a degree. On the occupation side, I've never been without work and I've always been promoted. I've also never had an issue finding a job. I can support my family and give them some comforts I've never had.
On the social side, my experiences have robbed me of emotions I no longer possess. Sometimes I'm on a low so low I must pretend. It is the way of things, I gather. When people cry and seek consolation, I do all the things I'm supposed to do, but only because that's what expected and because I feel they need it. It isn't because I feel anything from their need for consolation.
My wife was my salvation. She brought me back to a degree, but she was also broken. It was best for me to be a rock for her comfort and an emotional person that could empathize. I'm not sad about it because, well, she's my wife.
It's the essence of our lives that ultimately shapes our hearts, not just our cognitive behavior. What we feel or how or what we don't feel at all, they all happen because we had to let ourselves be put in situations that broke...our ego, some of our sensitive parts, our innocence sometimes, maybe even our power for genuine compassion.
I'd ask, without wanting to be intrusive in any manner possible....Where is your home? Where do you find comfort within yourself (not the real home you might have with your wife, I mean)?
Where is your SELF placed?
I am here.
Very interesting read. Fear can consume you if you let it, but also it may be a great motivator. I guess its based on the situation and the mind set as to which alternative results.
Good Luck in the contest.
Thank you very much for the luck. I'm glad for the engagement, though. I definitely gets my mind to working.
Vulcan Death Watches: This has impressed me, I imagine that there are various trainings of this type that make soldiers live hell. The science and art of war has no rest unfortunately.
No, I don't believe that type of science has rest included in its calculations outside of exhaustion. They are hard jobs on the mind and body in my opinion.
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Who said we can't remember? Lol....I can still remember my fears as a child. When we were always afraid of the dark, or the demons under our beds. When we were afraid that mum or dad will beat us up whenever we mistakenly break a plate or cup. And lots more
Wow. So this is what goes into being trained as a warrior or soldier yet I have friends around me who dream of joining the army? What?? Deprivation of sleep, and leaving one emotionless as a result of fear? Oh my God! The soldiers ought to always be appreciated because they give so much for the safety of the nation.
I can imagine your suffocation under the water. It must have been a very terrible experience and that is why you vowed to get into the water anymore. I guess you survived it, and that is why I am sitting here, and reading your testimony. Thank God, there was someone there to save you.
Are you serious? Up there, you said you will never get into the water anymore, but here you are swimming with the others,. Isn't that amazing? I wanted to say you would get into the water again when you said you wouldn't, but here, I am congratulating myself by saying "oh I was right" when I read the next paragraph. I am happy you got out of your fears.
Thank you so much for the lessons shared. Thank God you are no longer unhappy with the way you look. I will try as much as I can to not allow my fears to destroy my chances at a better life, Thank you very much
Great entry. I wish you luck in the contest
Thank you very much for your response. Getting into the water again was weird. I wasn't sure myself why I was doing it, but that's how it happened. One day I heard about swim trials and thought it would be a new start to a better life. I wasn't wrong, and I'm happier for it. The fear never left me, though, and that's what surprises me. It's how I looked at things afterward that changed.
As long as you are happy doing this, it's okay
Oh, that is very surprising. But since your perspective of things changed, it is also good.
It is what has surprised me the most. All my ailments haven't left since I jumped in there. They have just quieted, but I know they are there. It's a constant vigil that seems like a daily chore now. In a way, I need that fear to remind me that I'm fallible. It helps me at work because I'm observant of my tasks. I can't even begin to explain it.
Lol
You don't even need to explain it
For as long as you understand the way you feel about everything then its fine
I am proud of you from over here
Once you let fear gain access to your mind, it controls your whole being. It changes your perception about a lot of things and you find out that you automatically conform to your fears
True words. Thank you for commenting. As you stated, it affects you regardless of your intent. I found myself in a similar situation this week as some senior directors at my job were asking if I was interested in a job that was about to be posted at work.
The job was for a Senior Business Analyst at the place I work at. The way they described it made me feel like they created the job for me. The problem is that I've got a full house to provide for, and I can't afford to fail. What if I took it and failed? It wasn't a union job; it was management so they could fire me on the spot.
In the end, I applied for my job because of the same fears I had when it was posted. I DO have a family that I MUST provide for in this life. If I don't take the opportunity to provide more for my family, what would happen once the place I worked at shut down in a couple of years?
Time will tell if this gambit will pay off.
Thank you again for responding. I hope you have a blessed day.
nice detail on the ships and swimming, even though they were kind of sad😓-the power of water as a theme, i guess!
Thank you for your response! You know, I apologize as I didn't think to consider if my stories were sad. Reading your response I can see that they are bummers for sure. My intent was to merely display these as situations that held me back, but no longer do as I learned to manage the things that bother me.
My posts tend to err on the dark side, but there's plenty of stories from the light that I can share too! One of my next posts on Emotional Intelligence will definitely have happy endings.
yeah don't worry, it wasnt overly depressing or anything!
Thanks. One series I wrote on here was named Faith in Humanity. It had a tendency of diving deep into the dark, so I made it a point to make things more of a roller coaster ride. However, as I pull info from real stories, who knows how an article can end!
i think that you were clearly talking about things that can occur in the real world, and life certainly isn't all sunshine and rainbows!
True words, friend. Thank you.
Exceptional post. I feel like this could be broken down into two or three articles and could even act as inspiration for fictional pieces.
Reading about your experiences on the Vulcan death watches was something else. I'm not sure how I would handle a culture shock like that. Have you found that the experiences during that time have prepared you for other area of life in certain ways? And if so, what areas?
(I'm tagging @trostparadox here because I think he'll appreciate this post, since he's following my curation trail I'll loop back round to this post for my vote once I see if he's noticed it or not)
Wow. Thank you for your kind words. The idea of working without sleep wasn't new to me before joining the Navy. I experienced it in high school during a stressful point when I wasn't getting good grades. The problem with the Vulcan Death Watches was the frequency at which the ship deprived you of sleep and the way they deprived it.
The alarms, flashing lights, sometimes jumping into protective gear before heading into the fray mere minutes after awakening. "It wasn't boring" would probably be an understatement. It taught me that there were priorities in life. Deal with something now, then deal with other things later.
I have found the experience when a need arises certainly prepared me for other areas in life. Over the last two years, I've been working, studying, and learning to be a father and head of household. This, too, has led me to acknowledge that my life isn't boring. It has been horrible and wonderful. Horrible because people shouldn't have to go through strife-yet, wonderful because of the joys brought by fatherhood.
Insomnia perfected through military life now has an application despite its consequences.
Can art blossom from someone's fear?
I feel that you can manage fear or any emotion enough to redirect it towards some safer outlet you can manage. My safer outlet is analysis at work and family life.
For others, it may be art. This is as honest an answer as I can give as I am not an artist.
Neither am I, but I like art.
Thank you for answering.
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We had something similar to the vulcan death watches in the military. It is definitely not fun and looks like borderline torture from the outside but like you explained, it made us not question our superiors' authority.
Very true, scholaris. Sometimes the fear of something is worse than the thing itself. Well written as always and all the best in this week's competition!
Thank you very much, sir! Best of luck in your days as well.
Very good
Thank you very much!