ownedgirlie
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ORIGINAL: Padriag Hope you don't mind but something you said sparked a thought I wanted to comment on. Even though it may not be the case with you or what you meant. quote:
ORIGINAL: ownedgirlie There are areas I know better, which is the way I feel when I'm pained or joyous, etc. He certainly can not live and feel my history like I did, but he can offer perspectives on where I am today as a result. I have often encountered individuals who carry around their pain from their past... with pride. They lament it and emphatically proclaim no one will ever really understand their pain. They wear their pain with pride, they cherish it, they make it into a badge of honor... it becomes a mark of their individuality, a part of their sense of self. They do not want anyone to understand it, and will defend that pain strongly, defend it from being understood, shared or in any way lifted. Confronted with someone who does understand it, their pride is wounded, their sense of self threatened... you have intruded on their private sense of individuality... you have unwittingly trespassed on their delusion and that will have offended them. Yet it is a delusion to think that no one can understand our pain, whatever it may be. There will always be someone else who has suffered similarly, or simply someone who is so empathetic that they genuinely do feel it even as you do, they see it in you and from that they do understand. Sometimes, for some, it is very hard to let go of their pain, to let it heal. And for a few, what is even more terrifying than the intrusion of someone else understanding... the terror of finally feeling connected to another... deeply. All walls are built for the same reason... the need to feel secure. Hi Padriag, I don't mind at all. :) You made a great point. It wasn't what I meant originally, but you managed to lay out how I used to feel, years ago. I did carry my pain around like some badge of honor and no one was going to dare penetrate that wall and "go there" in me. My Master, however, walked right in and said (literally) "Get over it" which of course infuriated me at the time. But life is so much better with the walls gone and with his understanding of what all the little pieces are that make the whole. He may not understand what it was like to be molested when just about half a decade old, for example, but he can sure see how that experience fits in with creating the final product. This is why I say we learned to know me together. I had to be the one to actually expose myself and become vulnerable to him. He directed it. We both analyze myself. And based on his intimate knowledge of me as a result, he manages me in a way he finds best. He couldn't know me without my effort. I couldn't submit to him without his.
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