Are you familiar with the aspects of your personality referred to as your Persona and your Shadow?Â Rather simplistically, let me state that people who study these things (you know, psychotherapy types like Freud and Jung) suggest that your whole self is comprised of two parts â€“ the Good part (the Persona) and the Bad part (the Shadow). Good is not necessarily good as you might interpret the word at first. Rather it is only good because society has told you it is good.Â Conversely, the bad part of you, the Shadow, is also only bad because society makes it so. Bad may not be bad at all except that society has taught you that part of your self is inappropriate or unsuitable for public display.
I could illustrate this by referencing relinquishing mothers and what we feel or do, but to give this explanation a wider appeal, I am going to refer to primary school lessons (since presumably all of my readers when to elementary school). When you were young, you learned from your teachers, in a structured environment, when and how to ask questions.Â You asked questions only when you were promptedÂ by the teacher saying something like â€œDoes anyone have any questions?â€Â If you had one, you expressed that first by raising your hand, the teacher noting your hand and granting you permission to speak.Â If you did these things as instructed, you were a good student, ideally asking good questions with the right amount of hand elevating.Â
What if you were an overly excitable student and you asked questions loudly and rapidly in such a manner that it made the teacher wince? What if you forgot repeatedly that you were supposed to raise your hand before you spoke? What if you raised your hand and shook it around too vigorously, like your mother might shake a bug off an article of clothing from the clothes line?Â If you were a student that did not exercise the proper question asking technique, you may have been chastised by the teacher. She may have told your question asking was wrong or maybe even â€œbadâ€.Â If you are told this type of thing frequently enough, you might stop asking questions. You might stuff that inquisitive part of your personality in the bad part of yourself â€“ your shadow. Asking questions is not inherently â€œbadâ€ but you have been taught your way of asking them is bad. You stop asking questions.
It is through lessons like this that society at large pushes us in the â€œrightâ€ direction. We are told what we should and shouldnâ€™t do.Â As soon as we learn certain things are â€œbadâ€ and certain things are â€œgoodâ€, we subconsciously remove elements of our personalities from public display. We take certain parts of our personality and put them into the Shadow. All the things which society says are â€œacceptableâ€ become the Persona. The Shadow harbors the unacceptable pieces and parts.
The result of this social constructing? Most of us are civilized. We follow the rules, wait our turn, say please and thank you, donâ€™t cut in lines, speak only when spoken to and never act on impulse. We are always subconsciously pondering the right thing, the polite thing, correct thing to do or say.Â The subconscious is critical to this pondering. To stay sane, and more importantly, accepted by Society, we (our Personaâ€™s) must act as if the Shadow doesnâ€™t exist.
See what can happen here?Â If we are very good people, at least â€œgoodâ€ in the way society defines good, much of our energy can be trapped in our Shadow. We live half of our personality, half of our impulses, and desires. We are in an emotional prison â€“ at least until the time of a crisis or an emotional breakdown, at which time the Shadow may attempt a prison break (as it did for me when I found my daughter). Shadow will â€˜break out of Jailâ€™ and let itself be known.
One way our Shadow (particularly an overly heavy one) may make a run for it (at least according to Jung) is for us to project those â€˜badâ€™ traits onto other people. If am such an amazingly good boy, then the only source of bad, rude, mean behavior in the world, must be in other people, most often someone from another country, social or economic class.Â Speaking in reverse, it is also possible to project our Persona onto someone and take on their Shadow.
Let me illustrate this in a more personal way and allow me to do that without getting too personal (LOL). I entered my first marriage with incredibly large load of emotional baggage related to my teenage pregnancy, maternity home confinement and eventual surrender of my only daughter to a baby broker for a closed stranger adoption. Drawing from my familial and religious teachings (my primary socialization) I was pretty much convinced I was lower than pond scum,Â white trash, evil incarnate.Â This belief was reinforced daily by friends (who refused to talk about my daughter for it made them â€œuncomfortableâ€), family (who literally told me never to discuss â€œthatâ€ complete with a mother who told me I would be lucky to find a man who would marry me and a sister who told me I did not deserve children after what I had â€œdoneâ€ to my first) and society (who took my name offÂ of my daughtersâ€™ birth certificate presumably in an effort to protect her from all my slutty evilness).Â In my twenties, I believed that the only way to make myself socially acceptable was to marry a certain kind of guy, drive a certain kind of car and live in a certain kind of house (society was screaming out loud at about this time). After all, women who lead those kinds of lives got to KEEP their children AND they also got to BUY the babies born to women like me.Â Therein we start to see (or at least I do) some disturbing aspects of my persona and shadow.
Conversely, the man I picked, my first husband, was pretty pleased with himself. He had a very strong ego, great smile, engaging, charming, and successful. I wont go so far as to say he was attracted to my brokennessâ€™ but I will state I do believe my low opinion of myself contributed to his attraction to me. We worked in tandem. He was the light. I was the dark. He was the persona (the socially acceptable part of our coupledom) and I was the Shadow (the dark icky stuff you keep in the back of your closet). He, in a word, okay, maybe a phrase, thought he was the catâ€™s pajamas, my savior, better than me, above me, more educated than me – and I believed it. He had (and his mother told me this) â€œmarried downâ€.Â It might be suggested he had no shadow. He basked in all his own glory, white light and goodness while I sat there in all my badness.
It worked for us — for a while. For about five years, he was the light. I was the dark. He never needed to admit to or look at his own dark because I was carrying it all for him. I also took his projections willingly as I knew how to carry them so well. I had plenty of room in my suitcase of shadowy horrors. Of course he had a shadow, but for him to admit it was difficult (even more so when I stood there taking heaping helpings of it from him). It was far easier for me to do it for him. I had been doing it for everyone for years. He had a shadow of course. We all do. I might even venture to say he had a larger shadow than I did. For the taller you are, the brighter and better you think you are, the longer or â€œheavierâ€ your shadow is.
This relationship started to crack when I found my daughter. When I started to look at myself, really look at me and what I was doing both negatively and positively, to myself, there was naturally a corresponding effect on my relationship with my husband (with everyone, really). I stepped out of his heavy shadow and started giving him back some of his own baggage. I stepped out of my familial shadow (somewhat, there is still work to do) and I definitely stepped out of the shadow of that monstrosity known as the Roman Catholic Church.Â I â€œmetâ€ my own shadow and I looked at what I was hiding there.Â I discovered some really wonderful aspects of my personality that were not the least bit â€œbadâ€ and I pulled them out into the light â€“ my light. Loving my daughterâ€™s father for more than half my life was not bad. Having sex with him was not bad.Â Choosing to give birth to her rather than abort her was not bad.Â Society saying such did not make it so. I was not bad.
I see the Shadow at work in many places in adoptoland.Â Deniseâ€™ recent blog post actually prompted this one.Â I have some thoughts on adoption reunion and our shadow selves.Â This post is already a wee bit long so I will expand on those thoughts in a new post.
I will let you sit with your own Shadow for a spell. If this topic interests you, I offer links to two of my favorite books on the topic.