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Friendship, Part 2

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When I was in grad school, I didn’t have many visitors because it was a long drive and there was not a lot to do in the middle of Ohio.  So I saw my family and friends infrequently, and every time I said good-bye I felt this overwhelming sadness–and not just because I wouldn’t see them for a long time.  I was also sad because when I was with them, I was completely myself, and I rarely felt free to be myself.

Part of the problem was that the feeling of being different followed me well into my adult years.  I wasn’t like the other grad students.  I watched reruns of The Flintstones and Gillian’s Island rather than keeping up with what Koresh was doing in Waco.   I wasn’t spending 70-80 hours a week on grad school stuff.  I didn’t listen to the right music, didn’t hang out at the cool coffee places.

I moved around a lot during that time, too.  While I was with my first husband, we moved almost every year because he was never happy where we were–which turned out to be more about him than our location.  Still, I didn’t mind the excuse to not get too close to anyone.

When I finally moved back to Virginia and became a part of the tennis community here, I was a little freaked out.  There was no way I could avoid being a part of the gossip, what with my failed marriages and all.  Plus, I only dated tennis players, so everyone knew who they were.  I had no place to hide; giving up tennis was not an option.  I had to let people know what I was really like.

Of all the gifts that tennis has given me, my tennis family is the best one of all.  These are the only other people who I can be myself around without obsessing afterwards about what I said or did.  They have seen me throw up on the court.  They’ve been there when I’ve gotten kicked out of restaurants for being too loud.  They don’t judge me for always being hungry and constantly having to pee.  They don’t expect me to make anything for potluck dinners because they know I can’t cook.  (But I do bring the Karaoke and board games.)  They even indulge my grandiosity by calling me the Queen.

Often the feedback I get about my blog is about how honest I am.  In an I wouldn’t do it, but good for you! kind of way.  I’m tired of hiding.  I spent the first half of my life trying to be like everyone else.  I want to spend the second half being myself.

About Christy Barongan

I didn't know it at the time, but I wanted to be a psychologist so that I could figure out how to be normal. I think many people come to counseling for the same reason. What I've come to learn is that feeling good about myself is not about trying to be normal. It's about trying to be me. But it's a constant struggle for me, just like it is for everyone else. So I thought I would approach this task with openness and honesty and use myself as an example for how to practice self-acceptance.

10 responses »

  1. I'm willing to bet that plenty of those people whose subtitles read “I wouldn't do it but good for you” are inspired by your honesty (and maybe a little envious). And, though they might not be ready quite yet, your blog is one little (or maybe big — who knows?) push towards taking the honesty plunge themselves. I hope so — we certainly could use more honesty in this world.


  2. Thanks, Joe. I hope my blog does inspire people to share more of themselves with others. Being honest is scary, but it's mostly freeing.


  3. Great post! You are an inspiration! Coming out from behind the curtain and openly talking about how you feel different is something that many of us can relate to. It all goes back to the suffering in silence and no one deserves that. By you talking you inspire others too as well. You are truly an amazingly strong woman and a great writer too, I might add. Keep up the good work:)


  4. Thanks, Nelly. That means a lot coming from you. I'm just following your lead 🙂


  5. Part of me envy's you whilst the other bits envy myself…I envy you for having a family who accepts you plus your foibles whilst I don't envy the fact that you have friends as the friends I had were like designer-wear (far too expensive and in yer face) and I prefer slumming it in a pair of pyjamas if I am honest!


  6. I hear ya Tina. I spend most of my free time in tennis clothes and sweats. If I ever date again I'll need to go shopping.


  7. Hodgepodge 4 the Soul™

    Oh em gosh! I’m so glad that I stumbled upon your blog! Thank you for sharing yourself. I’m glad you’re here…

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