Psychoanalyze me: Why in the world does this embarrass me?

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:Were you too get get ice cream when you were a child?

I’m assuming you meant “too fat to get ice cream” and the answer is no, I was on the thinner end of normal.

Sorry, I meant to poor

We weren’t poor, but my parents probably wouldn’t have splurged on this, and if they did, we would have had to share one treat (we often shared one ice cream cone, for example) But I was never embarrassed by it. To this day I sometimes share a cone with DH if we take the kids out for ice cream.

You share a cone? Hmm.

+1 thats the strangest thing I've read on this thread

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Were you too get get ice cream when you were a child?

I’m assuming you meant “too fat to get ice cream” and the answer is no, I was on the thinner end of normal.

Sorry, I meant to poor

We weren’t poor, but my parents probably wouldn’t have splurged on this, and if they did, we would have had to share one treat (we often shared one ice cream cone, for example) But I was never embarrassed by it. To this day I sometimes share a cone with DH if we take the kids out for ice cream.

You share a cone? Hmm.

Come on, this is not strange. I don’t want a whole ice cream cone because… I just don’t. In what world is it weird to share an ice cream cone with your spouse?

Because I'm not sharing my cone with anyone! Who only eats half a scoop?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:In the warmer months, occasionally an ice cream truck comes through my neighborhood. It’s a classic Good Humor looking truck complete with music. For no discernible reason, whenever it passes by, I get that familiar feeling of embarrassment. It makes absolutely no sense but I’m like Pavlov’s dog with the bell, only instead of hunger, I feel embarrassed. What in the world could cause this?

When you were little, your parents never bought you a treat from the ice cream truck. Your friend's mother felt sorry for you once and bought you something from the truck. Your friend chose the sno cone, which looked amazing and cost $1.25, which was $$ back then. The friend's mom selected the plain .25 popsicle for you. While you were glad you got something, you felt shame that your parents wouldn't get you anything and that the mom chose the cheapest item available.

[Anonymous]

Next time you get the feeling don't fight it. Just feel it, focus on it, see if there's more information there. Where in the body do you feel it, what parts do you tense, try to relax and like PP suggested create positive associations.

[Anonymous]

Engram, dude. Look, scientology is bull, and engram's connection to scientology has tainted it as pseudoscience, but I think there is a lot of validity to the idea (in spite of the association).
"An engram, as used in Dianetics and Scientology, is a detailed mental image or memory of a traumatic event from the past that occurred when an individual was partially or fully unconscious. It is considered to be pseudoscientific[1][2] and is different from the meaning of "engram" in cognitive psychology.[3] According to Dianetics and Scientology, from conception onwards, whenever something painful happens while the "analytic mind" is unconscious, engrams are supposedly being recorded and stored in an area of the mind Scientology calls the "reactive mind"."

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:I was psychology minor at a party school;

- repressed trauma

-blocked childhood memories

- projection

- and just for fun, Gestalt theory

What sort of trauma would be related to this? As is said above, I wasn’t “fat” or anything like that.

Would you have experienced something frightening in/around an ice cream truck in the summertime when an ice cream truck could have been heard nearby? Did anyone do something notable or unusual that you now think of as embarrassing? How would your parents and or siblings have reacted to an ice cream truck arriving? Would they have embarrassed you by their reactions or comments?

The music does sound haunting and is clearly triggering a memory of an amusement park, a fair, a carnival, maybe the beach or a vacation. Think, OP!

[Anonymous]

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Were you too get get ice cream when you were a child?

I’m assuming you meant “too fat to get ice cream” and the answer is no, I was on the thinner end of normal.

Sorry, I meant to poor

We weren’t poor, but my parents probably wouldn’t have splurged on this, and if they did, we would have had to share one treat (we often shared one ice cream cone, for example) But I was never embarrassed by it. To this day I sometimes share a cone with DH if we take the kids out for ice cream.

You share a cone? Hmm.

Come on, this is not strange. I don’t want a whole ice cream cone because… I just don’t. In what world is it weird to share an ice cream cone with your spouse?

NP. I’ve never shared a cone with anyone. But it sounds like your DH is on board. My DH and I are sugar junkies and that would not fly, lol.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Were you too get get ice cream when you were a child?

I’m assuming you meant “too fat to get ice cream” and the answer is no, I was on the thinner end of normal.

Sorry, I meant to poor

We weren’t poor, but my parents probably wouldn’t have splurged on this, and if they did, we would have had to share one treat (we often shared one ice cream cone, for example) But I was never embarrassed by it. To this day I sometimes share a cone with DH if we take the kids out for ice cream.

You share a cone? Hmm.

Come on, this is not strange. I don’t want a whole ice cream cone because… I just don’t. In what world is it weird to share an ice cream cone with your spouse?

Because I'm not sharing my cone with anyone! Who only eats half a scoop?

+1

[Anonymous]

We never had money for the ice cream truck but all the other kid sin the neighborhood did and it used to embarass me.

The ice cream guy's name was Paul and in a weird sort of consolation/entertainment for himself he used to treow a handul of small candies like starburst on the ground and watch us poor kids fight for them.

So effed up I remember that so clearly 45 years later.

[Anonymous]

I have a similar experience Every time I fold towels I think about an argument my son and his father had a few years ago. And I get emotional. My theory is that I must’ve been ruminating about the argument at a time when it happened and was folding the laundry. Now the same sensation overwhelms me ….its strange and I can’t stop it. I didn’t make the Association with the argument initially it took me several months before I realized the connection with the argument. For a long time I just felt very sad every time I folded towels!

[Anonymous]

So maybe something traumatic happened to as a child or something embarrassing happened to you as a child right around the same time the ice cream truck was coming and even though it had nothing to do with the ice cream tuck you associate that emotion? Maybe

[Anonymous]

There must’ve been a time where another kid humiliated you at or about the ice cream truck.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:We never had money for the ice cream truck but all the other kid sin the neighborhood did and it used to embarass me.

The ice cream guy's name was Paul and in a weird sort of consolation/entertainment for himself he used to treow a handul of small candies like starburst on the ground and watch us poor kids fight for them.

So effed up I remember that so clearly 45 years later.

Our ice cream man sold weed. I had money for neither ice cream, nor weed.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Were you too get get ice cream when you were a child?

I’m assuming you meant “too fat to get ice cream” and the answer is no, I was on the thinner end of normal.

Sorry, I meant to poor

We weren’t poor, but my parents probably wouldn’t have splurged on this, and if they did, we would have had to share one treat (we often shared one ice cream cone, for example) But I was never embarrassed by it. To this day I sometimes share a cone with DH if we take the kids out for ice cream.

You share a cone? Hmm.

Come on, this is not strange. I don’t want a whole ice cream cone because… I just don’t. In what world is it weird to share an ice cream cone with your spouse?

It actually is very strange to share an ice cream cone with your spouse when you go out for ice cream with the kids. I also noticed that you’ve said you’re not fat twice, when no one has asked. Do you have a lot of feelings around foods, or “junk” foods? Do you ever binge on ice cream? Would it embarrass you for people to see you indulge? Could it be something along those lines?

[Anonymous]

Poverty plus eating disorder. You mention fat a couple times- skinnier than normal, parents wouldn't pay for more than a cone even if they had a gun to their head.

PS not sure how many siblings you shared a cone with but if no siblings- with parents, that's already three people and pretty gross. A lick or taste is one thing- but sharing? Between a consenting adult couple- fine. But even lower SES families are thought that swapping spits from infancy on with children introduces dental caries so it's standard to NOT share in this way.

But aside from that, I also totally agree with a previous poster who synthesized the business model and desperate nature of sales with their vivid description that gave me the yucks.

I watch a lot of lurid murder stories so I assume all clowns or ice cream men are pedophiles/murderers. I was at my MIL's when a truck was going by and we had to chase him down a few homes.... when we met up, he was on the final loop before he went home so he offered us a ride (4 houses away) and when we pulled up DH had wandered out into the front yard and was like "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN MURDERED!! It's one thing for you to jump on but you had all our children!!" and we still die laughing about this.