Redefining Failure

Parenting and Perfectionism

Strict parents practice parenting based on the fear of risks and the assumption that normal human nature needs to be fixed. Narcissistic parents treat their children as an extension of themselves, to be controlled and manipulated.

Strict parents teach their children to behave ‘correctly’ so they can exist in society without suffering. Unfortunately, the parents are basing their standard on what they had learned to do to survive their own childhood. Traumatized parents pass on their trauma and their own suffering through control. Narcissistic parents care only about their own needs and wants. Their children are not allowed to be anything other than an extension of the parent. Children raised in these kinds of environments may end up hypervigilant, always striving to avoid punishment from the parent.

They become perfectionists.

The Insidiousness of Perfectionism

Perfectionism may have helped some children escape punishment or some kind of displeasure from their unpredictable parent. But perfectionism as an adult plays out both internally and externally in ways that culminate in a great deal of anxiety.

Internally, perfectionism leads to a person never being happy with any result or even success. There will always be some flaw, something that could have been done better. If we used this as information to help us learn and grow, there would be no problem.

The issue is when we use each opportunity to attack the core of who we are and we define ourselves by each and every mistake. A missed task becomes “cannot follow directions”. A disorganized desk becomes “lazy”. A mistake means that we are “stupid”. When this goes on for too long, the brain and body cannot handle the barrage of attacks from the (now) internal critic. The spiraling of attack, retreat, attack, defense, attack, fear, attack, pain, and leads finally to attack, helplessness.

Externally, perfectionism can manifest itself in defensiveness and fighting back against anything that sounds like a criticism or being overly and proactively apologetic for anything that might perchance be considered as an inconvenience for someone else. Based on my own reactions towards people at work, my friends, and most of all, my children, whenever I have an over-reaction, it can almost always be traced back to perfectionism. The worst manifestation of it is when a perceived flaw in my child becomes an opportunity to attack my parenting, my personality, my priorities, and my past behaviour.

An Ah Ha Moment

The first time it clicked in my head that something about me was not normal, was during an appointment with a career counsellor who observed “It must be hard to be you.”

I remember looking at her in shock. She seemed so kind, but what she said felt like a criticism.

She continue, “You have a lot of standards that you feel you should meet and are not meeting. You don’t seem to allow much room for making mistakes, which by the way, is human.” At the time, I thought, well, of course I have standards, shouldn’t we all? That’s how I got as far as I got. Without standards, I would be a lazy bum, doing nothing and gaining nothing.

What I didn’t realize is that she opened the door for me to start doing the work. Not long after this meeting (which ended in ugly crying by the way) I started to think more about my thoughts and feelings in a different way. They used to keep me moving, working, and problem-solving, but they have turned into attacks that sent the little girl in me huddling in the corner with fear.

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Three Year Later

Two breakdowns later… I’ve been diagnosed, I’m in therapy and I am doing the work.

My therapist listened to me list out a range of situations from a recent week. Astute as always, he quietly noted that there seemed to be a theme.

In all the events you shared this week, it occurs to me that you’ve raised the threshold for what constitutes failure in your mind.

Funny, because it wasn’t necessarily how I thought of it. I mean, yes, I felt there was something more constructive about how I was handling each situation that could have easily sent me down that path. I was sharing with him what I considered a number of baby-step successes this week.

In each situation, I did initially experience the familiar feeling of overwhelm (helplessness, terror, feeling of failure) enveloping me. My body was tensing up for the inevitable fight, flight, freeze, or fawn response, but somehow, I managed to — well, get through those very uncomfortable, awkward, and scary situations without letting my Inner Critic take over with their condescending booming voice and big loud gavel, sentencing me to days and nights of spiraling attacks surprising me at the most inopportune times. (*deep breath*) Somehow, those moments did not stay with me defined forever as something I did badly, so much as an opportunity to explore my feelings and discover what my feelings were telling me.

A Subtle Shift

Over this past year, I have learned that my triggers were primarily setting off a spiral of judgment that condemned me to failure, failure as a mother, failure as a professional, failure as a friend, failure as daughter, failure as a human being.

Slowly, I have been learning how to shift that into:

  • Wait, I feel something coming on
  • It’s okay, don’t run away
  • Oh, I hear a narrative coming on that is trying to tell me something
  • Aargh, I feel blame, shame, and guilt rising up from my gut to my brain
  • I’m shutting down!
  • How am I feeling?
  • Can I safely express that with this person?
  • If yes, I’ll try to do it without attacking them.
  • If no, I’ll face these overwhelming feelings with curiosity.
  • And whatever happens is whatever happens.
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Redefining Failure

But he was right! With the intense research and work on me I have been doing this year, I have raised the burden of proof for failure. As a parent of very human and imperfect children, I was being triggered by their behaviours that were, in fact, age appropriate. By imposing my outsized expectations requiring their behaviours to be just so, I was setting everyone up for failure. I was setting them to develop perfectionism in the worst way.

It’s not that failure doesn’t exist. Oh it does. It’s that the threshold for which something constitutes a failure is now higher. And there is no such thing as being a failure as a human being anymore. It’s not even that mistakes are nothing. They are something. But — they are not EVERYTHING. Mistakes no longer define me a failure. They make me a learner. An improver. A human being. A better person over time if I work with them and not against them.

And my kids? They know that I am imperfect, but they now also know that we can recover from mistakes and that it’s not the end of the world when something terrible happens.

Published by Sherry Yuan Hunter

Sherry Yuan Hunter is a certified trauma recovery coach and certified parenting coach. Taiwan-born American-Canadian Chinese, married, working mother of two, Sherry identifies as a Sandwich Parent, Third Culture Kid, an untigering Mom, and recovering shouldaholic. Based in Toronto, Canada, Sherry has been working in student success programs at University of Toronto for 20 years, supporting students, young professionals, new managers, working moms, and new immigrants to success.

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