Trigger warning: This excerpt mentions suicide and self-harm.Two and a half silent years after sustaining the break up, I was still smarting and yearning. Hed never said a word and I let that injure me constantly. Disregard, says Kipling D. Williams, an American psych prof whos studied the subject extensively, is the egos cruellest assailant. He calls ostracism among the most devastating experiences a person can endure. Animals who are ostracized dont survive. Once set adrift by their crew, they lack both the resources to find food and the pack for protection. For humans, exceptionally social creatures whose dependence on others is arguably bigger than anyone elses, close relationships are equally critical. If our ancestors couldnt sustain associations with intimates, they perished. No wonder psychology emphasizes the importance of creating and maintaining relationships. Without friends, no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods, Aristotle said. There is something in staying close to men and women, and looking on them, and in the contact and odour of them, that pleases the soul, said Walt Whitman, 22 centuries later.In the book he wrote with Erika J. Koch, Emotional Responses to Interpersonal Rejection, Mark Leary considers the consequences of a soul denied that pleasure. If youve been left behind, he says, you might suffer sadness, jealousy, isolation, envy, guilt and embarrassment. In the moment, people whove been rejected experience anxiety and depression; in the longer term, they internalize low levels of self-esteem and a general lack of well-being. Rejection slows their heart rate. Some try to kill themselves; some succeed. My children and parents, to whom I was deeply connected, kept me from even considering that option.To the list add aggression, linked to rejection in a 2001 Surgeon General of the US report. Think of school shootings and dismissed employees going postal. Still, the research is clear: Much of the aggression that rejection arouses is pointed inward. Same with disdain. I was rejected, we say, the passive participants in our own tragedies. Its a hell of a posture to take: Just when our ego is at its lowest, we heave up a sack of self-loathing. Rejection does half the damage, says American psychologist and author Guy Winch; we do the rest.Research also uncovered a connection between social exclusion and reduced intellectual functioning. Multiple studies reveal that our cerebral performance dries up if we think were going to be rebuffed. Participants told they would end up alone performed significantly worse on general intelligence testswere less able to retrieve information from memory and bombed the logicthan those who believed their future would be filled with belonging and meaningful relationships.Perhaps most significantly, researchers learned that we castoffs feel the pain of it in our muscles and bones as much as our psyches. Scientists confirmed in 2012 that physical and social pain experiences rely on shared neural substrates, in the first study of social exclusion in humans.They believe thats so because, a thousand generations of rejection ago, our ancestors social attachment systems co-opted the pain systems siren to prevent the species-ending consequences of social separation. This mingling of our social and physical needs, said American neuroscientist Paul MacLean, helps explain why a sense of separation is a condition that makes being a mammal so painful.—Christmases had turned painful when my kids dad and I split. It was lonely overseeing the season by myself, and I suffered the usual guilt separated parents feel about stealing their familys easy experience with it. But when I met Sam, from that very first holiday and for six more after, my joy returned.We didnt see each other at Christmas, holding out for Boxing Day reunions that kicked off animated week-long holidays to the south. But we were part of each others celebrations just the same. We both had traditions of attending Christmas Eve servicesonce-a-year appearances at respective neighbourhood churches, me before dinner in Toronto, him at midnight in Montreal. Christmas magic could collapse geography and time, so when we lit our candles off our neighbours and sang Silent Night in the flickering ambience they cast across our programs, we could have been together, our thighs touching on the same pew.Theres nothing like Christmas Eve. No nights so crisp or huge or enchanted as the one that delivers the world across into Christmas. Our conversations on these nights were always intimate and effervescent, both of us still fairy-dusted from our church visits and the walks home in the snow after, chatting breathlessly to people we hadnt spoken to in a year. Id put Sam on speakerphone so I could wrap presents while we talked. I loved hearing about his Christmas Eves in the cozy church hed visited since he was a kid. It was within walking distance of both his apartment and his childhood home, where his parents still lived. Years earlier, Sam had stepped up for the resident caretaker, whom the church was mistreating, and he served for a time on its board. Sometimes hed play at a special occasion there, releasing all his elaborate music into the hallowed rafters. When the little church closed from lack of business, Sam was so sad. I tracked down a brass offering plate from the congregation and got it engraved for him.After the Christmas Eve service, Sam used to walk a grateful widow home, lending her his arm across the snowbanks, basking in the community of the special night in his beloved city. He would tell me about that, his annual encounter with this woman hed known since he was young, and I would cut wrapping paper and write tags and feel grateful. I wish you were here, Id say, and he would tell me something like I am, baby. I want you to feel it. And I would.Then Id tuck the phone under my ear and deliver all the gifts to the tree and drink Santas milk and fill the stockings. And all the while Sam would talk to me and make my solitary maternal laboursbloated this night with so much expectationless solitary. When it was at last all set up for morning, Id head upstairs. Look outside now, I would tell him from my dark bedroom window before we said good night, and Sam and I would peer across the crackling Christmas Eve at each other as though there was no sky between us at all.I thought about all this on the second Christmas Eve after he left. About the candles and the carols, the widow and the snowbank. His arm. I thought of it while I went through my Christmas rituals in silence, arranging the presents under the tree, tucking oranges and lottery tickets into stockings, writing Santas blocky notes of thanks for the cookies. Then I turned out the lights and went up the stairs alone, no one in my ear saying Id done a good job putting on another Christmas for my children, no one who noticed, no one who knew.When I looked out the window into the deep magic sky the second Christmas Eve after Sam left, my gaze went on and on, didnt meet up with anything at all.—My dear little love, I wrote Sam one afternoon when hed been quiet for more than two years. I think it would help me, if your heart and soul are utterly and undeniably convinced that they are done with me, if you would write and tell me so. This silence has been crazy for me. Elie Wiesels comment about the opposite of love being indifference was never far from me in this stillness.The silent treatment is the most insidious quill in ostracisms quiver. When someone expecting a door gets a wall, the blow to the ego is tremendous. It generates the special quality of suffering that comes with being erased. Here is soundless rebukean ancient tool of psychological punishmentand its power to steal its victims identity and voice and value. To send them spinning in squalls of isolation and grief. To make them question not only the relationship they had but the person they are. Here is disregard, and the layer it adds to rejection, the combination confirming that you matter not at all.Even a fiery argument grants both participants the dignity of voicetheres a sense of control inside the flinging invective. Thats not the case with the silent treatment, which shuts one party up and down. Silence, said George Bernard Shaw, is the most perfect expression of scorn. Mark Learys theory says self-esteem actually bottoms out not when people believe others despise them, but when they believe others feel neutrally about them. So we feel just as badly about ourselves when people ignore us as when they hate us.Various academics have taken a run at the subject over the years. One of them, Paul Schrodt, a communications prof from Texas Christian University, reviewed the relationships of 14,000 people. Afterward, he declared the silent treatment the most common pattern of conflict they contain. It does tremendous damage, he said.With Meidung, an exercise of shunning practised in the Amish faith, individuals are actively singled out for comprehensive neglect. Practitioners conspire to ignore other humansrefusing to speak with them or eat with them or even acknowledge them. The victims, accused of violating the Ordnung, the churchs unwritten expectations for adherents daily living, suffer a slow death, said American lawyer Margaret Gruter. The faithful defend Meidung with a biblical prophecy: And if any man obey not our words by this epistle, note that man, and have no company with him, that he may be ashamed, says 2 Thessalonians 3:14. Mennonites, Hutterites and Jehovahs Witnesses also practise forms of shunning.In 1947, a court in the heart of Ohios Amish country heard a case of Meidung. The plaintiff, a 33-year-old Amish farmer named Andrew J. Yoder, sued a bishop and two preachers from his old-order Amish church for $40,000 in damages and a court injunction against a boycott he alleged theyd arranged for him. Yoder claimed the church had mited him for five years for purchasing a car so he could transport his polio-stricken daughter to medical appointments, a move that contravened church doctrine. The community disregard made him feel like a whipped dog, Yoder told the jury at his civil trial. But his opponents were convinced that this man had broken the pact hed made with God with this acquisition, and that their actions complied with the commandments.Yoder said he was satisfied with the verdict, which awarded him $5,000, but the payout allegedly did nothing to mitigate the Meidung of this man whose ego had been flattened under the boots of loved ones fleeing him. In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, Martin Luther King Jr. said, but the silence of our friends.—And so I wasnt alone. Nor were the helpful people who pointed out that if I didnt write to Sam, I wouldnt be shunned by Sam. But if I didnt write to Sam, I wouldnt be okay. Be quiet, hed declared with his retreatbut I still had things to say. And I would say them until I didnt care to anymore. I had no other valve. My head was jammed and I had to unload. It was a perverse delight, this unorthodox exercise of calling to someone who never called back, and I would draw it out, savouring the purpose it gifted my indifferent life for a day or longer while I worked on my note, always anxious, always hopeful. He never said a word. My ego never knew what hit it.
Excerpted from Heartbroken by Laura Pratt. Copyright 2023 by Laura Pratt. Published by Random House Canada, a division of Penguin Random House Canada Limited. Reproduced by arrangement with the Publisher. All rights reserved.Next: 20 Breakup Movies Thatll Help You Get Over That Relationship
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