The Stepmom Inoculation

Nov 17, 2009 by

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People pleasers! Please raise your hands.  Ok…I see…one, two, ten, seventeen, fifty, the whole room?  Sounds about right.  Sister stepmoms, my name is Peggy and I’m a recovering people pleaser.

people pleaserWhat exactly is a people pleaser?  What do they look like?  How do they behave?  Raise your hand if you’ve ever tried to morph yourself into someone your husband, boss, parents, siblings, children (yes, children), your EX-HUSBAND, your ex-wife-in-law or anyone else in your life wanted you to be?  Expected you to be?  Women are more likely to be people pleasers than men because we’re wired to be the caring, nurturing ones (although we don’t own the patent on that, many men are caring and nurturing).  Wednesday Martin, author of “Stepmonster” talks about this in her book and often on her blog – we stepmoms just want to be liked.  We’re nice.  Why can’t our stepkids and our husband’s ex-wife see how nice we really are?

We get trapped inside this bizarre mind loop…and it borders on obsessive thinking…before we know it, we’re rationalizing and justifying our behavior because we MUST be seen as nice…really nice.

If you followed my articles on my blog over the summer, you know I wrote several articles based on the Arbinger Institute’s principles of conflict resolution found in “Leadership and Self-Deception” and “The Anatomy of Peace.”  If you are ready to peel away a layer of your own onion, follow me because I’m exploring the third type of behavior justification, and perhaps the one most common to every stepmom “The Must Be Seen As” justification.

60273-inoculationAccording to the Arbinger Institute, “we exaggerate the differences between ourselves and those we are blaming.  We see little in common with them, when the reality is that we are similar in many if not most respects.  We also exaggerate the importance of anything that will justify us.”  Ouch.  Consider that your stepmom vaccination.  You’ve just been innoculated against the latest flu strain of niceness.

If you’re a people pleasing stepmom, you’ll exaggerate everything you do from bandaging boo-boos to paying for your step-daughter’s car insurance.  You’ll justify picking up the parenting slack of both your husband and his ex-wife because you must be seen as the woman living a life of quiet desperation.  And you grind your teeth as you smile because really, it’s about how you think other people see you.  You want to create that image of quiet softness.  Only inside, it’s not really working, is it?

Arbinger states that in this mode of behavior justification, your view of others is “judgmental,” “threatening,” and they’re your “audience.”  You feel “anxious, needy, stressed,” and most days you’re just “overwhelmed.”  You view the world as “dangerous,” “watching you,” and “judging you.”  Double Ouch.  I don’t think you’ll get the StepMom flu this year.

We stepmoms are so worried about being liked that we keep ourselves from “doing the helpful and right thing when the helpful or right thing might be something the other person won’t like.”  And now I don’t think you’ll get the SM1PP1* virus either.  At this point you either get this or you hate my guts.  That’s ok.  I’m a stepmom and I’m a recovering people pleaser and I’m no longer seething soft on the inside.

For those of you who are still with me (thank you!) I know you’re wondering how I unmucked myself from this morbid merry-go-round.  If you haven’t poured yourself a martini or a glass of wine, go do that I’ll tell you about one of the magic keys I found, of all places, in a business seminar.

About five years ago I was on a business leadership call and the trainer was discussing how women in business get side tracked with the notion that they have to be liked by everybody.  The leadership trainer (I really wish I could remember her name to give her the credit for this!) explained, “you know one hundred people.  Ninety-eight of them like you, love you, some may even want to be just like you.  Two of them hate your guts.  And you spend the majority of your time trying to convince those two people to like you while you barely pay attention to the ninety-eight who adore you.”

That was my dope-slap, my ouch, my inoculation.  Why?  Because even though I was divorced, I still tried to get my EX-HUSBAND to like me and he couldn’t stand me (to the best of my knowledge, he still doesn’t).  I’ve been in recovery ever since.  I slip up from time to time but I’m HAPPILY re-married to the love of my life, a wonderful man who just wants me to be me and not some people pleasing victim of my own self-deception.

If you are interested in peeling away a few more layers, I recommend both books by The Arbinger Institute.

*SM1PP1 is StepMom PeoplePleaser Influenza, a highly contagious and virulent strain of the more common StepMom flu…

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10 Comments

  1. I find myself doing this and that is hard to admit. I do justify how much I am doing and find the need to put down my BM (PEG) Sometimes I really feel I am valid, but I know there is no need to go down that road and I need to stop the constant comparison. Who really listens anyway? I think most of the time I am doing it, thinking it, saying it to make myself feel better, and let’s be honest, that doesn’t work.

  2. Great post! Great advice! I am going to try and put it into practice!!!

  3. Ohio

    My name is Ohio and I am a recovering people pleaser. I wish I could tell you I don’t “fall off the wagon” but do find myself recreating myself to be who my family wants me to be. It is exhausting. Truth is, I like who I am and hate when I play “pretend or actress”… I love your posts – they are always the kick I need to be better – more authentic.

  4. Hi Life! I think you have stumbled upon your own self-evident truth – when we think in the negative, we create more of it.

    Hi Jamie! Thank you so much!! Let me know if you need any help putting it into practice!

    Hi Ohio (applauding a fellow recovering people pleaser!) It is exhausting trying to be someone you are not. Just be the wonderful you that you already are!

  5. Amy

    Loved this post!! I’m also a recovering people-pleaser, but I still have a lot of work to do.

  6. I feel like Arnold Horseshack, OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH!

    :-) I don’t think I am recovering yet, but I am certainly 150% better at recognizing when I am people pleasing.

    I love your posts, Peggy. Always inspiring!

  7. I’ve never been a people pleaser, I shoudl try harder actually. I have a fabulous book to give away on my Chez Aspie blog from Sunday so please stop by and join in the fun. x

  8. Helen

    You are so right, step moms feel the need to be people pleasers especially to our step children because if our step children do not like us maybe our husband many not either. I have a grown up step daughter who I have tried to please each and everyone of her wants and needs for the past 30 years but am still hated which was a hard pill to swallow when she told me to me face this year and I still continued to try to please but reading this make me realize why should I. I am not the cause of her problems she writes about but she needs to own her own problems and insecurities and get on with life. She never really knew her parents as married since her parents were divorced when she was 3 so she did not know any different. I cannot fix her brought on selfish issues or do I need too I do not own them, she does and she needs to fix them and stop blaming divorce for them. Step moms make great scape goats and we are eager to own them since we learnt to survive is to try to please the world. Thank you for writing this it is helping me to let go

  9. Hi Helen,

    Your stepdaughter is an adult – at some point she needs to own her life. You can’t fix or change her. Divorce is painful and does have long tentacles, but ultimately we can succumb to the challenge we’re faced with as children of divorce or we can pull ourselves up and own our lives. I grew up blended, sauteed, creamed and pureed. I don’t blame my parents. In fact, I honor them. They did the best they could when they blended my dad’s four with my mom’s three. I went from being the oldest and only girl to number three of seven, with two older sisters. Life happens…it’s what we do and our attitude that makes all the difference.

    Thank you for contributing today. Your comment is invaluable and I’ll be writing on this some more.

    Peggy

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