its late, i only read the OP, so I am sorry if I missed some important info later....
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I hope that is helpful, I think I'm going to bed... midnight again? uggh.
It was a wonderful post, and I stay up way past my bedtime all the time, too.
Wow. Jen. Thank you. You are such a gentle and wise soul.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate your understanding and kindness.

I think you've really shed some light on the problem, and awakened me again to what I've been doing wrong.
My entire soul resonates with what you said about the Ideal Self. How
insane it is, but how that is what you really feel you must be. I'm the same. So much of our orientations to ourselves seems to be the same.
I do reject a lot of my real feelings and responses, believing them to be unacceptable, and substituting feelings and responses that I think will be more acceptable. But it's not at all as though this is a conscious process; I'm completely unaware of what I'm doing. It just seems to have become my natural mode of being.
The Ideal Self, the self I've always wanted to be, the self that is impossible and unhealthy to be. It's not even human, as you said. It's not real. And that makes it not okay.
It's so relieving and comforting to have that feeling of shared struggles, sorrows and mistakes - and shared hope.

I can relate to your story about getting up in front of those people, nothing close to the person you want to be, and afterward wanting to crawl under a rock and cry. The difference is, I don't think I could really be open like that, truthful, if I loathed the truth so much.
Sometimes I'm so frustrated with myself, so self-loathing, so humiliated by the reality of who I am and how I feel about that person that I just start crying. It happened tonight. There are things about myself I find unacceptable. But it's true that believing them to be unacceptable doesn't do a thing to really change them or bring me closer to the person I feel I
have to be.
I think the greatest challenge, as you implied, is in realizing that the parts of you that you find so unacceptable are actually okay, actually acceptable. The Ideal Self is not actually necessary to become; it's just something you feel you need to become to be acceptable.
The frightened part of me shouts, "No!" panicked. "What are you talking about? What is the logic for this? How can those horrible things about you be okay? You're just
lying to yourself again!"
I think I've been raised by a mom that does not accept her humanness. My step-dad had a stroke recently. My mom and I had a conversation one night even more recently, a couple weeks after. I'm sorry to say I can't remember exactly how the conversation went, or what the context of her following statements were, but I think I told her it was all right to feel her emotions. To some effect, I think I was trying to convey that she was just human. She told me she would not allow herself to be weak; she kept saying, "I'm strong. I'm so strong." And I remember years ago writing a description of my mom that said just that, that she's one of the strongest people I've ever known, so apparently she's definitely managed to convey that message to me, but I think to her detriment, and mine.
I was just so sad for her, mournful even. Not primarily because of her pain, but mostly because she didn't seem to want to allow herself to really feel it or own it, and I think she's lived most of her life that way. And that's so sad.
The only time she seems to really break down is when she's drunk, and then she's often an explosion of black rage and inconsolable grief. That's always been her outlet. In my mind, she's been an alcoholic in the past. I read somewhere that perfectionists are especially prone to self-medicating their emotional pain with alcohol and drugs. It seems logical to me.
It's hard to live when you're constantly outside the "life stream" looking at yourself, isn't it? Sigh. So much for spontaneity.
Yeah, so much for it, lol. It's one of the things you mourn for when you're so self-critical.
The most I can put together this late at night is that I finally realized that, all of my life, I had this Ideal Self that I had expected myself to be -- the perfect person, always smart, always kind, always saying the "right" thing, never making a mistake, never making an error, never hurting anyone, never making waves. It was insane, but that is really what I felt I had to be.
It is insane, and it sounds uncannily similar to my own ideal self - not surprisingly. It's SO hard to be at peace with your real self, to understand that that real self really is acceptable, even if it goes against the grain of everything you've come to believe in life. The first time I came across this idea was about three years ago, when I read the description of Type Two. I learned that selfishness, at least in the form of taking care of my needs, was totally necessary and acceptable, but up until I had not known that. It was a freeing experience, and it deconstructed the Ideal Self I'd aspired to up until then; it made me realize that my ideal self was impossible and not desireable.
It's so hard for me to get into the mindset of not censoring myself, not worrying about what I should say, how I should respond. It's like my natural mode of being, being unnatural, lol.
I think the knowledge you need, dear one, is that of your own value regardless of how well you perform or how you come across to others. I don't know how to get it through to you. You might not be ready yet; sometimes we have to exhaust ourselves before we can "give up" and accept our humanness.
I agree with the bolded; you have to be exhausted. I think I've been exhausted for a while, but with no way out.
I realized I was still likable and lovable even if I was never any of the things I wanted all my life to be. Oh, I know I'm still actually pretty smart, and funny, and insightful, and whatever else... but that's not where my value comes from. I don't have anyone to impress, really, not anymore. And I also realized that much of the time when I was ridiculing myself inside, the majority of people actually thought pretty well of me and accepted all the things I was trying to prove myself to be, even when I didn't always measure up to my expectations.
The implication seems to be that our traits are irrelevant when it comes to our value. Or should be? Where does your value come from? If you had to put it in words?