It has occasionally crossed my mind the question of why I was such a White-Knighter when I was younger. I spent a lot of time and energy continuously trying to help people I seen as being in difficulty. I would ask them about their problem and offer possible options to solve it for them. I never told them what they should do but simply suggested possible ways of looking at things to achieve their goals. And when it came to the girlies, I would step in to defend and support them at EVERY opportunity whether I was involved with them or not.
It took some years but I eventually realised that those I tried to help eventually came to resent me and this I could not understand, after all I had went out of my way to help them and was for the most part successful. It didn’t make sense to me then and still doesn’t for the most part. My best guess is that in telling me their problems they conveyed a part of their innermost thoughts that they later regretted and came to believe that I had somehow manipulated them into divulging stuff that I could use against them; something I would never do, but their fear of this arising caused them to distance themselves from me. This is the only reason I have been able to come up with.
Anyhow,
For some reason I felt that I was capable of solving the problems of the world if only I could make people see things like I did. The naivety of youth obviously has something to do with it, but where did this strange notion originate?
Growing up I was the youngest of five siblings with a five year difference between me and the next up. By the time I hit my early teens I had seen for years the stresses the rest of my family were going through and obviously this had an effect on me.
While on the surface we seemed no different from any other family in my area I later came to realise that there were two very important differences:
First, my dad. He was not around a lot of the time. His work would take him away for months at a time and while I understood that he was doing this in order to provide for me and my family and loved him for that, I was deprived of his input for most of my upbringing. I don’t resent this in the slightest; it’s merely a statement of fact.
Second, my mum. Making excuses for her she was obviously under a lot of pressure – but. She would create problems seemingly out of nowhere and I think that maybe this is where I got my strange notion of being able to solve these problems as they were obviously nonsensical for the most part. But I was only an inexperienced child to them and no-one would listen.
All this is to say that the dominant force in my upbringing was my mother (R.I.P.) and she was, with all due respect, a catastrophe. Whilst she didn’t drink, nor ‘go out with the girls’, she was off her head most of the time on prescription drugs (I’m sure Xanthine knows all about this). Her manipulations and hamstering were of epic proportions and were a daily source of arguments that made no sense to me (nor my siblings) at all. Add a bit of choice religious zealotry into this mix and you have a recipe for disaster.
I am still unsure if this was the main cause for the White-Knight being brought out in me, or it was the programming of society, or if it’s a male instinctual thing to protect those around us, or just because I was bigger and stronger than most of those around me and could force others to back down (when it came to defending the girlies). Maybe it was a combination of all of the above?
Well, whatever the reason it took many years and a lot of disappointment in other’s reactions to dispel this notion. Whilst I still wish to help others if I‘m able I have learned the hard way that IRL you usually get no thanks for your efforts and are often used then tossed aside, though there are exceptions to this that help sustain what little faith I still have in humanity. The odd individual appreciating your efforts is one such thing, but the idea of the man club mentioned in an earlier thread is also important.
That’s what I like though about sites like this. People that are willing to offer their opinions, advice and experience purely for the benefit of others is a rare commodity. Long live MGTOW.