Under Pressure

No one is immune to pressure. Well, no one with a fully-functioning brain and mind capable of caring, worrying, and thinking.

My entire life I’ve applied a great deal of pressure to myself.

Straight A’s from elementary through high school? Almost. (One damn B in 9th grade…ugh!)

Top of my class or as close as possible in college. Yep.

“Best” employee in the building? Most productive? Dependable, seemingly indispensable, what will we do without her? Yep, that’s me.

I’ve always held myself to extremely high expectations at all times. From an early age, I had very clear thoughts about who and what I should be. Nothing less than my best was allowed. Slacking caused guilt. Relaxing meant falling behind. Being number two was the same as losing.

Sad but true.

Sad but true.

To say I was raised this way makes it sound like I had parents who forced me to study Tchaikovsky, learn Chinese, and play the violin all before I was old enough to wipe my butt. That wasn’t my reality. Instead, I learned to read by the age of three. For “fun” in the summer, I practiced my handwriting (I hated it, but my dad insisted – to this day, though, I beam when someone compliments my handwriting. Sad but true). I went into kindergarten knowing I would one day go to college.

In high school, I took all the honor classes, joined all the clubs – was usually an officer, played in the high school (band geeks rock – and everything you’ve heard about us is true – we’re total sluts!), and worked. I survived on four hours of sleep a night and did my best to make it look “easy.”

Admitting exhaustion meant I’d have to give up something, and I refused to do that. I liked everything I did – or at the very least, I enjoyed what the outcome was supposed to be – great record, good college, and my parent’s pride – and appearing to be the best.

College wasn’t much different except for the clubs. I was over it by freshman year, so I stopped joining stuff. Thank Gawd. But for a couple of years, I took a full course load and worked three (yes, three) jobs.

I would proudly strut around telling anyone who would listen that I worked best under pressure. And it did seem that way. My best writing (if grades are any indication) came from the papers that were written 2am the morning they were due.

The streak continued into my adult life. I decided not to go on to graduate school for several reasons, but a lot of it had to do with this idea of “slowing down.” I didn’t want to work and go to school, too. I just wanted to be married and have a job. Silly me, I really thought I’d slow down. Instead, I worked 12-14 hour days, six days a week. I didn’t know at the time that I was trying not to go home because I disliked my (now ex) husband.

So here we are, all those years later. And I was actually shocked to discover, in the last few months, that pressure and stress affect me physically. Yes, I know it has that affect on most people, but I’d convinced myself that I worked well under pressure, that I was somehow immune to the affects of stress.


I didn’t realize that chronic headaches (nearly every day for years) weren’t really normal – and that most of them were migraines. I powered through because the expectations I set for myself (and that others came to have of me) were so high there was no slowing down to deal with pain. Work 10 hours, go home, clean, cook, deal with babies who became toddlers and big boys. Pay the bills, buy the groceries, mow the lawn, figure out how to make an extra buck or make $5 last a family of four until payday. That was my life, and it felt normal.

Then I slowed down.

I met my Daddy, a man who understood this was supposed to be a team thing.

I stopped spending every waking moment in an office, always working, always striving for more (even though I hated being there).

And I learned that pressure and stress kick my fucking ass at every opportunity.

I have had to come to grips with crippling headaches because I’m like a volcano that’s about to blow.

Because even though life has slowed down, I haven’t really changed.

I should be doing more as a writer (says the woman with nine book ideas on a to-do list). I should market myself more, better, like “other” people do. Jeebus, I need to stop comparing myself to anyone else.

I need to get more vanilla clients. I need more kink clients.

I need to clean this.

I need to fix that.

I need to call them.

I need to research that.

It seems every moment of my day is filled with an expectation – not just of Daddy’s or the boys’, but plenty of my own as well.

We need more in savings. The boys need shoes. Gosh, a date night would be nice. Must. Write. More. Must. Make. More. Money.

And then…

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via Google Images

I’m wiped out by a massive headache, nausea, exhaustion. I can’t function. I have no more left to give. I gave at the office, thanks.

I am frustrated by every little thing. The sheets don’t fit right on the bed, therefore I must tearily curse my way through making the bed. I need to make two phone calls – calls that will give me information I want – but it’s too much, it takes too much energy. Dinner? Yeah, right.

Then the pressure starts in a different vein.

What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I handle it anymore? Why am I letting this get to me? I just need to suck it up and ignore this. There’s shit that has to be done.

After the questions comes deflation. I’m a sad, deflated balloon. The pain hasn’t left but the will to move past it has. Those are cereal-for-dinner nights. Those are fast-food-sounds-good-to-me nights. Those are please-don’t-ask-me-for-a-fucking-thing nights.

This isn’t D/s or vanilla, this is life. And I know I’m not alone.

Conventional wisdom says I should cut myself some slack. I should learn to say no (to myself?? Yeah right). I need to let the guilt go.

Kinky wisdom would say I need to give it to Daddy, trust in him, let him take care of me.

Both are absolutely correct. Its advice I would give to someone myself. Until I eye the next goal, the next task, the next achievement, the next thing that I feel is mine to conquer and accomplish.

That’s when it starts again.

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via Google Images

No moral to the story this week. Just feeling the excitement of working towards new things, the fear that comes with new things, and the stress and pressure that I put on myself to achieve every single goal I have as best I can. And of course, the headache and exhaustion that come with all of it.

For the record, though, I take great pride in all that I do, am trying to do, and the things I want to do. I just wish I could make it happen without the explosion.

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About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Oh Kayla, believe it or not, you will learn moderation. It comes to you in a sneaky way. I did not work outside the house. I was a stay-at-home mom. But,my husband was active duty navy and gone A LOT. A six month cruise every 18 months and workups in between. I was considered the best mother. Nursed, made homemade baby food, made homemade everything. Joined everything in my children’s lives. Homeroom mom, on the board of the PTO. Then, when my second child was in fourth grade I got a packet of poems from him as a mother’s day gift. There it was….an I Wish poem. I wish my mom had more time for me and not the PTO. I just sat there crying. And, I hugged my son and proceeded to drop the things I thought were important, but really weren’t. And I spent a lot more time with my kids just playing. Dont get me wrong, it wasn’t easy, to this day, if I start to feel stressed, I evaluate what I have to do and what I need to do and go from there.
    I think the worst part is our daughter became a perfectionist. And she puts sooo much stress on herself that she makes herself physically ill. I am trying to help her learn moderation now, while she’s young. (21 in college, double major, working) we do see light at the end of the tunnel.
    The best thing for you is that you realize what’s happening and are trying to change. You’ll get there. You just need to learn to turn off that inner voice that says you should be doing more.
    Have a great weekend with your family. Go play in the snow if you have it!

    • ((HUGS)) Thanks, Marybeth.

      No snow, but plenty of sunshine. I’m trying to take it easy for at least part of the weekend. That’s the good thing (one of a million) about SSir – he forces breaks. Otherwise, I’d work straight through and then feel nothing but guilt for all the things I wasn’t doing.

  • You are definitely not alone! And you will learn moderation. Your body may force you too if your mind won’t allow it. Five surgeries before I was 40 and a physician telling me I was on my way to an early exit inspite of managing to train in martial arts four nights a week after the sixty-five hour work weeks and taking care of the home forced my mind, body and spirit to learn moderation.

  • I had major surgery when I was in my young 30-s..the kind that takes several months to recover from. I didn’t have that same kind of drive as you…but learning to let go of the guilt from not doing it all—happened during my recovery. I learned to say no…because I physically didn’t have the strength to do it. I remember feeling “GOOD” about 3 weeks post-surgery, and begging my s/o to take me shopping. I walked into the store, and about 15 steps in, I had to sit on a bench and wait—because I was *exhausted*. That was a real wake up call for me.

    A bunch of years after that, I turned 50–and that was like my “don’t give a fuck” pass.


    I’m NOT saying wait until you’re 50!! And it is SO hard to “tell” someone to slow down…because you *know* already that you should. You are totally normal. And there will come a time in your life to slow down. I hope you learn to believe that you’re okay–even if you say no. Even if you say yes. You’ll find that balance…because you’re a smart woman.



    • ((HUGS)) Thank you, nilla.

      My “fear” is that I’ll never be satisfied with where I’m at and always want to accomplish more. I’m a dog with a bone when it comes to ideas and goals, and once I decide that I want to do something, it’s going to happen – come hell or high water – which isn’t a good thing. At least not now. Thankfully SSir keeps me grounded and sends me to bed when necessary. 🙂

  • You just might be a Type A, girl! 🙂

    Who knew you were such an overachiever? I totally cannot relate (says the woman starting a new career in her fifties.) However, my pressure valve blows at a much lower stress rate. I found out yesterday that my school is going to stop providing discounted health insurance for students. No insurance! WTF am I going to do?! It is one straw too many for this camel’s back. For now.

    I’m with Nilla in some ways. 50+ helps me let go of certain societal expectations, but I’m still internally driven. I’ve learned to be kinder to myself. I’m not any less driven, and not likely to stop. The least I can do is give up beating myself up for being human. (Someone forget to give me superpowers in this lifetime.)

    Frankly, I think you need more spankings. 😉

    • I’m definitely Type A, and I actually like the fact that I’m pretty driven in life – just not when it knocks me flat on my ass, lol.

      You didn’t get superpowers, either?? What the hell? We were TOTALLY cheated.

      And yes, you’re right, MORE SPANKINGS! /giggles

  • I understand where you are coming from. I have been there. Unfortunately, losing a lot of my hearing made me take stock as I had to give up my role as a PA at director level because I found taking minutes difficult. I stepped down to a legal secretary job but I lost that in 2013 and have been working part time on the checkouts in a local store am now finding that difficult due to the acoustics in the building.

    I am now looking for a part time administration/research/archive job that does not involve audio typing or telephone work to relieve the stress of that, fingers crossed something will happen. I am also teaching lipreading to adults (I qualified last year while still working initially full time then part time). There are not enough hours in the day with lesson prep etc etc etc, but at least the loss of hearing is not a problem as it helps that my students know I can relate to what they are going through.

    • ((HUGS)) That sucks – have you considered becoming a freelance writer (there are companies that hire writers so you don’t have to go find clients) – and no interaction is actually required outside of email (my fave thing about it).

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