The shame cycle...
This keeps creating problems in my life, and I have got to figure out how to get over it. It's like... a pathological avoidance issue, and I *recognize it* and why isn't that enough to make it *stop*?
Basically... if I get behind on something, or leave something undone, or am unable (for whatever reason) to do something for long enough, I get so embarrassed/feel so ashamed for not having dealt with it *already*, that I become increasingly unable to do it... even as the original issue just snowballs into worse.
A big one that's finally mostly been sorted out was my dental stuff. A decade+ stretch of no insurance that meant no professional dental care, overlapping with several years living in my car that meant very little routine personal dental care... and my teeth were fucked. Years later, when I finally did get dental insurance through my job, I felt too guilty about how long it had been, and too scared of how bad it might actually be, so I just... kept not getting care. Years later, I finally went in... and yeah, I needed a lot of fillings. Somehow I had avoided needing anything more drastic than fillings, though if I'd put it off longer, it would only have gotten worse. If I'd taken care of it years before, when insurance was first available to me, it could have been far less bad.
In the past, this is how I had medical bills from an ER visit sent to collections. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't pay, because I wasn't insured, and was living in my car, that... I just kept ignoring it, never even tried to get on a payment plan of any kind, and just let it go to collections and fuck my credit permanently.
A current one is the truck. Vehicle stuff makes me inordinately anxious, typically due to cost. So many times, when something has gone wrong enough to need fixing, it's been so expensive that we can't afford it, or can barely do so. Preventive maintenance then gets trapped in the same anxiety of "what if they find something else wrong?"
I've been smelling a coolant leak for a couple of months, and have just... not done anything about it. I finally asked a coworker and his neighbor (both of them car guys) to take a look at it, and despite really wanting to put it off until after the holidays (because I love having a justification to put the dreaded thing off), we set up a time, and they looked at it on Monday. There is a crack all along the radiator, and it is *hemorrhaging* coolant all over basically everything under the hood. More worryingly, the truck was basically entirely out of oil, which was damn close to being catastrophic, and not even something I'd been even slightly concerned over. (And my coworker was very nice when I told him that I was embarrassed, but also gave me The Look about not taking the care that I should.)
[This does frustrate me mildly, because I do
We need to replace the radiator (plus unrelatedly, it needs the pump for the windshield wiper fluid replaced.) They'll order the parts, give us a break on the labor, and get the work done as soon as possible. They also want to ultimately give the transmission a flush, as well as replacing the differential fluid. (Which it should get - we're over 200k miles at this point.) The same work would likely have been needed if I'd gotten it looked at right away, but putting it off only made it worse, and meant that the oil got that much closer to being catastrophic. We'll be able to afford what needs doing, but it was *so close* to being something that would have been disastrous.
The same thing happens about much lower-stakes issues, too:
Last year, I had taken so long to get some editing work done for a friend, that I just... kept not working on it, not talking to her, and stewing in my guilt over it for months.
One I vaguely mentioned a month or so ago: looking at things like... books I want to read. There are a lot of classics that I want to read, like Tolkien and Le Guin, but because *I feel guilty that I haven't read them yet*, I've put off reading them *at all.*
Basically, this is a STUPID pattern, and I wish that knowing it was stupid was enough to make it STOP.
I'm trying to make sure that I push through when I recognize it happening, and so far the most major disasters have been avoided. Eventually taking the plunge to deal with the thing has almost always been significantly less bad than the knots I tie myself in for weeks/months/years beforehand, AND YET.
It sucks and I hate it.




