Saturday, 14 June 2025

A Culture That Demands Justice but Tolerates Silence (A Contradiction Series 1 of ?)

The Contradiction We’re Living: A Culture That Demands Justice but Tolerates Silence

We live in a culture of contradiction.

On one hand, we demand justice.
We call out for perpetrators of abuse, violence, and harassment to be held accountable—
In homes.
In schools.
In workplaces.
In the public arena.
We ask for political backing, dedicated funding, and meaningful change.
We insist on widespread education for medical professionals, first responders, teachers, carers, and the legal system.

We want the noise of justice to be loud and clear.

And yet—on that very same hand—we tolerate silence.

We allow the earliest, most formative expressions of harm to pass unnoticed:

  • Children who cannot speak about a parent’s bad temper

  • Students who are silenced when calling out aggressive teachers

  • Friends who excuse coercive or harassing behaviour

  • Workplaces where microaggressions and intimidation go unchallenged

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

We ask for action when the damage is visible, but rarely support the quiet courage required in the early signs.

We punish the shout but ignore the whisper.


Violence Doesn’t Arrive Overnight

Just as babies don’t begin walking without hundreds of small, shaky movements—
And speech doesn’t form without messy sounds and trial and error—
The capacity to name harm, hold boundaries, or seek help must also be developed over time.

If a person has never been supported in saying “no” to something small,
How can they find the strength to confront something serious?

If we don’t provide safe, everyday opportunities to practise standing up,
How can we expect someone to push back when it’s dangerous, personal, or escalating?

We cannot expect people to hold ground in a crisis
if they’ve never been shown how to stand before.

And here's a hard question we don't ask often enough:

Why are adults allowed to say “Why are you speaking to me like that?!” or “How dare you speak to me that way?”, but children aren’t allowed to express the same?

If you're still reacting defensively when a young person challenges your tone, behaviour, or authority—whether as a relative, teacher, coach, parent or carer—then it’s time to examine that. Because what you’re doing isn't modelling accountability. It's leaning on power, fear, hierarchy—or all three—to avoid being questioned.

When does that change?


We Did It for Recycling—Why Not This?

We know that long-term social change is possible through education.
We’ve done it before.

Take recycling: integrated through school systems for over 15 years,
Embedded in public messaging,
Normalised across generations.

If we could do that for rubbish,
Why can’t we do it for relational safety?

Why aren’t we teaching children and teenagers how to recognise disrespect, respond to manipulation, or reach out when someone is being hurt?

Where are the age-appropriate lessons on power, consent, friendship, communication, and emotional safety?

We say prevention matters—but we don’t practise it.

We wait for injury before we care about protection.


Workplaces Already Have the Resources

We also know that businesses invest in professional development—
Budgets are allocated every year for training, leadership, wellbeing, and performance.
And many organisations are eager to be seen as progressive, ethical, and not part of the problem.

So why aren’t we leveraging this?

Why aren’t we directing those resources toward building cultures of safety—
Training teams to recognise early-stage harm, respond to micro-aggressions,
And practise accountability before it becomes damage control?

We already have the infrastructure.
We already have the money.
What we need is the willingness to centre relational and cultural safety as core to professional competence
Not a side note, not a reactive policy, but a living, breathing skillset.

These are the spaces—schools, workplaces, community hubs—
Where real change could take root, if properly supported and resourced.


Working With What’s Available, Expanding What’s Possible

Rather than waiting for institutions to fully transform or for mass systemic change to be handed down,
we start with what’s available—the willing people, the curious minds, the small openings.

We begin with the spaces already open to growth:
The teachers, workplaces, and community leaders who are ready to expand their view.

From the narrow line of "this is how it’s always been"...
To a multi-cornered shape—where different truths, roles, and complexities are allowed to coexist.
And eventually, if nurtured well,
That shape softens further—becoming a circle, an oval, or something entirely fluid.

Something capable of holding the full spectrum of human experience.

Because this is what’s required to truly nurture humanity:
Not just a change in policy, but a change in perception
From fixed lines to living, breathing systems that flex, respond, and adapt.


A Final Call: If We Can Teach Recycling, We Can Teach This

If we know that long-term social change is best achieved through education—
If we can teach children the importance of recycling, of road or sun safety,
And embed those messages over 15 years of schooling…

Why do we not do the same for domestic violence awareness?

Why do we not teach and practise the small, everyday responses to disrespect, manipulation, aggression, or control?
Why don’t we scaffold language for consent, boundary-setting, or help-seeking in the same way we teach reading and numeracy?

If prevention is possible—and we know it is—
Then why aren’t we weaving it into the fabric of childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood?

We can’t expect people to respond to a crisis
If we’ve never shown them what to do at the first signs of threat.

Monday, 28 April 2025

Growth: Is It In Our Control?

 Growth is one of the most natural forces in life — and one of the most mysterious. 

Sometimes it bursts forth; other times, it sleeps beneath the surface, waiting for unseen conditions to align.

While biology gives us certain patterns, human growth stretches across mind, body, heart, and spirit in ways we can shape — and sometimes ways we can't.

This post is an exploration, taking a look around to see whether growth is truly within our control, or whether it's more like a conversation with life itself.

Growth: Is It In Our Control?

🌱 The Patterns of Biological Growth

If we were to think about the growth cycle in nature, we could learn a lot simply by watching plants.

Every season serves a purpose.

A seed sown at the ideal time won’t do much if it’s too cold or dry.


But once the right food, moisture, and conditions are present, it will germinate.

Little chemical changes occur — not immediately visible — and at some point the seed’s form breaks open and changes.

Whether you mourn the cracked seed or celebrate the new shoot is a matter of perspective.

It won’t change what is happening.

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🍃 Evolution Along Two Threads

In plants, early growth is rapid but vulnerable.

Time-lapse videos reveal a mesmerizing transition: the leap from a compact, inert state into dynamic life.


Eventually, plants reach maturity, marked by reproduction.

Signs of aging — thicker bark, less elasticity, darker leaves — slowly emerge.

Even in harsh conditions, many plants survive as long as minimal resources are available.

But when growth halts — when reproduction and renewal cease — life itself edges toward closure.


Evolution, even in plants, moves along two threads:

Individual growth — the unfolding changes within one lifetime

Species evolution — gradual transformation across generations


Some changes happen naturally.

Others arise through deliberate intervention.

Both matter, though they move at different speeds.


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☀️ The Influence of Environment and Stress

Interruptions matter.

Drought, flood, or extreme stress can stunt growth.

Conversely, mild challenge — like gentle winds or seasonal scarcity — can sometimes strengthen resilience.

Just like plants, external conditions in human lives can deeply influence the timing, strength, and shape of growth.


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🧠 More Than Biology: Humans and Conscious Growth

Before moving on, it’s important to clarify:

This post does not argue the consciousness or communication abilities of plants.

For now, I’m working with a more accepted idea:

that many animals — and certainly humans — engage with the world not only physically, but emotionally, mentally, and energetically.


Alongside physiological growth, there are experiences.

There are emotions.

There are electrical impulses generated through living engagement.

These layers are harder to measure, but no less real.


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🎯 Skill Development and Learning

Human development branches far beyond basic milestones.

Academic learning is distinct from motor skills.

Fine and gross motor skills each fracture into thousands of paths.


Specialized activities (horse riding, building, painting, coding) spark different neural networks.

Foundational sequences exist: standing before kicking, gripping before writing.



Thinking itself requires its own developmental path:

observation, retention, recall, and application.


We also know — deeply — the difference between:

Learning through curiosity, play, and passion

Learning through duty, boredom, or coercion

Even learning through disinterest builds different muscles: endurance, patience, grit.


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📚 Exposure, Immersion, and Growth

Growth often mirrors biological patterns:

A starting point

Repeated contact or exposure

Strengthening of internal networks

Examples

A child living among tennis players absorbs a culture of tennis more richly than a once-a-week student.

A musician who practices daily, or is surrounded by musical energy, grows different capabilities than one who isn't.

Exposure doesn't always require active participation.

Environment matters.

Presence matters.


Through stories, books, media, and lived observation, learning multiplies — across sensory, emotional, and intellectual realms.


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⏳ Plateaus, Pauses, and Satisfaction

Growth does not always feel linear.

Plateaus are real — and natural.


Sometimes, a plateau is a place of rest and consolidation.

Other times, it becomes a frustrating ceiling, especially when chasing fluency, mastery, or expansion.


Choosing to stay, savour, or stretch onward is personal.

There is no failure in pausing to enjoy where you are.


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🪞 Self-Development: A Different Kind of Growth

The world of self-development mirrors all these rhythms:

Steep learning curves

Sharp growth spurts

Periods of disorientation as old beliefs break apart

Slow integrations of new ways of seeing and being



Self-development is relational:

First within oneself, then between oneself and others.


It is no more mandatory than it is unnecessary — depending on who you are, and where you stand.


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✨ Spiritual Development: Another Layer of Growth

For some, spiritual development feels remote, impractical, or unnecessary.

For others, it becomes the most important unfolding of their lives.


Energetic awareness — understanding emotion as energy in motion (e-motion) — opens yet another dimension.


Spiritual growth shares the same qualities:

It can be accelerated.

It can be stunted.

It can bloom under hardship.

It can disappear under comfort.


Unlike physiological growth, it responds to choice, experience, and mystery.

The formula differs for everyone.

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⚖️ Growth is Not a Demand

> Growth is not a demand we place on ourselves.

It is a response —

To life, to loss, to love, to time.

It arrives not when we are perfect, but when we are ready to be changed.

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🌸 A Gentle Reminder

> Remember, too, that while growth and development can sometimes feel exciting, full of momentum, and even joyful, it will not always feel this way.

Life unfolds across all stages — not just the visible ones.

If you do not feel the rush or turmoil of growth despite the invitation, take a breath.

You may be growing still, simply through another, quieter stage.

Sometimes, learning or strengthening is invisible but no less important.

Growth is not always about striving.

Sometimes it is about staying, tending, and quietly becoming.

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✍️ Final Reflection

> Growth is not a command we can issue.

It is not a force to be tamed, rushed, or perfected.

It is a conversation — slow, steady, sometimes chaotic — between what life offers and what we are willing to meet.

We prepare the soil, we stretch toward the light, we weather the storms.

But in the end, growth moves according to deeper rhythms, far beyond our demands.

Our part is simply to stay in dialogue with it — with wonder, with patience, and with grace.



Sunday, 27 April 2025

When "You Got This" Isn't Enough

Reimagining How We Stand With People in Hard Times


There is a difference between empty encouragement and true accompaniment.
Empty encouragement may carry no real meaning—it functions more as a display, a social signal that says "I noticed your struggle, but I don't have the capacity, time, or willingness to enter it with you."
It can be well-intentioned. 
It can be functional.
But it often leaves the struggling person feeling more isolated than seen.

True accompaniment is different.
It doesn't rely on polished words or motivational slogans.
It is the willingness to be present, to acknowledge the cost of the struggle, and to stay near—even if there is nothing immediate to "fix" or celebrate.


Sometimes when people are struggling, we hear familiar phrases like:

  • "You've got this."

  • "I know you'll get through this."

  • "I'm here for you." (often said, but without much follow-up.)

Alternatives can carry a very different weight—depending on what the person actually needs in that moment.

Much depends on whether someone is seeking to feel understood, or to feel believed in.

  • Understanding feels like a moment of connection.
    There doesn’t need to be any pretence of being able to do or offer more.
    No need to make anything happen.
    It’s the emotional equivalent of a warm, steadying hand: "You’re not alone."

  • Belief feels like someone standing at your back.
    It’s the sturdy presence of someone saying, "I see how much this is costing you—and I still believe in your strength, even if you can’t feel it today."


True support is not about pretending everything is—or will be—alright.
It’s about standing beside someone in honesty, even when you cannot fix or change their struggle.


Sometimes true support sounds more like:
"I know that these words might not be enough for you right now, because I cannot offer what you are looking for, nor the resources that could help you through. I can only let you know that I am sad things are hard for you."

It’s standing beside someone with humility and honesty, witnessing their reality, not trying to edit it into something more comfortable for yourself.

True support is acknowledging that getting through something might take every scrap of energy—and still choosing to stay.
It’s standing by someone, whether the day ends in collapse or celebration, ready to applaud resilience, mourn losses, or simply witness whatever unfolds.


🌿 What does work?  What are the alternatives?

"I believe you." or "I believe in you"
"I'm not going anywhere."
"It’s okay to not be okay."
"I'm proud of you for still being here."

"Take as long as you need"

or perhaps some honesty, simple saying "I know I can't offer what you need.  I want you to know that I am sad for you, and how tired you are and all the effort you are needing to put in to get through.  If you could ever do with a dinner companion, count me as your uber and delivery service"

I would love to hear:

  • What words or gestures have truly landed for you in the past?

  • What has touched you and felt meaningful when you were struggling?

  • And by contrast, what kinds of words have you found hollow—hard to receive gracefully, even when they were well-intended?

You’re welcome to share your reflections, or simply hold them quietly.
Sometimes even the act of remembering can be a form of healing.


🌿 Invitation

If this piece finds a home inside your own story, you’re welcome to share it or discuss it.  I know that it is important to identify the things that don't work or that we don't like.  But taking the time to know or at least trial what does or could work is equally important.  


Saturday, 26 April 2025

If I Were a Chef, You’d Applaud My Groceries: The Invisible Labour of Care

There is a grief that comes not from being actively harmed, but from being quietly, repeatedly unseen.  Repeatedly pushed away once a benefit has been obtained.

A grief that builds over time, in the slow erosion of self that happens when you show up again and again—with patience, with presence—only to be judged for the very acts that hold others up.

The Invisible Labour of Care and Balance

A reflection on the unseen architecture of care, the loneliness of quiet commitments, and the persistent choice to build bridges, even when no one notices.

For over thirty years—though not all in the same season—I have walked alongside siblings, parents, children, friends, colleagues, neighbours, and members of community.
I have anticipated needs, smoothed transitions, picked up pieces before they could shatter.

                 Image by Joshua Woroniecki from Pixabay

At times, survival patterns like anxious attachment or fawning wove themselves through my actions.
But even then, there was choice.
There was understanding.

I do not offer care to receive something back.
I offer it to widen perspective, to build bridges between my own world and the worlds of others, and to contribute, however quietly, to the greater whole.
Each act, however small, offered as a way of tending the energetic balance of living.

My parenting has been shaped by the same ethic:
Meet people where they are, so they can find their strength through doing and seeing and experiencing delight in themselves, through the lens of 'yes' — not through fear or 'no'.

Yet even in this quiet work, I have been called overbearing or overinformative.

I have seen the looks.

The ones from those who cannot see the threshold another stands upon.
The ones from those who mistake scaffolding for control.
The ones from people who have leaned on my "extra" when it served them, but flinched or judged when it was offered to someone else.

If I were a gourmet chef, no one would scoff at the time, the effort, the preparation behind every meal. Besides a comment or opinion, no one would throw away the groceries or extra spices in the pantry.  And there would still be a thank you of some sort after every meal. Occasionally someone will choose to sit nearby to chat, while that chef was going through all their steps.
But because my work is relational, emotional, neurodivergent, and maternal—it is diminished as "too much." and "unnecessary". There is little in the form of thank you, and no one looking to just sit and chat nearby.

“I don’t offer care to control. I offer care to steady the places where others might otherwise fall.”

What they don’t see is this:
I don’t act to control.
I scaffold.
I steady.
I offer anchoring at the points where others might otherwise slip through.

Falling is one thing. But crashing and losing capacity is totally another.

I do not wish to be enmeshed.
I want to be useful.

And I offer it without resentment.

Because I made a commitment:
To parent with integrity.
To break the cycles that teach children they must either be abandoned or abandon themselves.
To leave a legacy, not of perfection, but of presence.

And my commitment extended to my daily interactions with others, too:
To consider that most people are doing the best they can.
To act without regret, offering care and consideration even in the smallest exchanges.
To move through the world with a sense of integrity—living each day as if it might be the last, making sure that my presence left no harm, and wherever possible, left a trace of kindness instead.

But what I did not know, when I began this work,
was how lonely it would feel.
How often I would build tables I was not invited to sit at.
How often I would offer a bridge, and watch others walk across without once looking back. And I can be both happy for someone's success and growth while also sad or wistful that there was no wave or smile as they moved.

“Still, I choose to build. Not because it is easy. But because it is right.”

Still, I choose to offer.
Still, I choose to build.

Not because it is easy.
Not because it is always rewarding.
But because it is right.

And even now, if you were to truly see the labour behind my love,
you might understand why it sometimes looks so exhausting.

Because it is.

And it deserves more than judgment.
It deserves a place at the table.

And at this point, and for so long,
I have been sitting at that table alone.


If this piece finds a home inside your own story, you’re welcome to share it, carry it with you for a time or write a comment. Sometimes the simple act of being seen—and seeing—is its own form of healing. At other times it is the processing, both internal and external that helps us connect with our trigger point, and release.

Tuesday, 15 April 2025

The Misunderstanding that Hurts the Most

 

On Living Well, and Still Being Dismissed

I live a good life now.  Every year, it is a better life not for any material evidence, but for the quality and health within.  I know this and still I can't ignore what is still important and necessary.

I seek growth. I invite discomfort—not because I enjoy it, but because I know it’s the cost of genuine change. I welcome change, even when it brings grief, even when it asks me to let go of things I thought I couldn’t live without.

                                                    Image by beasternchen from Pixabay

There is very little in the material world that unsettles me. Sure, the garage could be tidied. Yes, I’m still looking for the right permanent role—something around .6 that honours my capacity and calls on my skills and experience. And of course, I’d love a dedicated space for music or creativity, a room for crafting and making. Oh! and a conversation pit would be brilliant!!

But none of those things define the goodness of my life.

I don’t need more objects.
I need more honour in my relationships.
More mutuality.
More respect.


When Misunderstanding Cuts Deeper Than Disagreement

The hardest moments now aren’t about survival.
They’re about dissonance.

Those moments where I speak clearly, thoughtfully—even gently—and still, I’m told I’ve made something “too intense,” “too complicated,” or “all about relationships.” And what hurts most isn’t the disagreement—it’s the implication that my clarity is somehow wrong, my care is excessive, my insight is burdensome.

I check in with myself. I replay what I said. I ask a trusted other or even AI: Was I being harsh? Unfair?

And the answer is no. I wasn’t mean. I wasn’t bad. I was just, once again, unliked. And that alone became enough justification for the other person’s anger. Or sarcasm. Or shutting down.

Some people default to cruelty when they feel discomfort. Others deflect with humour or derision. And still others weaponise the idea of simplicity, as if I’ve failed them simply by offering a deeper engagement than they were ready for.

But I’m not trying to make things complicated.

I’m trying to make things real.


I Don’t Want to Be Feared for My Depth

What people don’t always see is that I’ve worked for this groundedness.
I’ve trained my nervous system to hold discomfort, not collapse into it.
I’ve learned how to honour my needs without erasing others.
I know how to be with complexity—and not panic.

And yet… I’m still met with responses that imply that I am the problem. Not my words. Not the dynamic. But me.

So I ask again, not in self-pity, but in honesty:

How can I not sometimes doubt myself,
when the consequence of speaking plainly, or loving deeply, or reflecting earnestly—
is being shut down, pushed away, or ridiculed?


A Life That’s Good, But Still Hurtful

This is what no one tells you about healing:
It doesn’t immunise you against pain.

I live a better life now. I’m proud of the work I’ve done.
I’m not chasing material things.
I’m not asking the world to soften for me.

I’m just longing for the spaces I enter—and the people I love—to meet me without recoil.
To stay in the room.
To be curious, not threatened.

Because I’m not trying to win.
I’m trying to connect.

And if that’s too much for some,
I’ll still keep showing up.
Because I know what kind of life I’m building.
And I know it’s worth it.

Even if it is only for the contribution to this moment.

There Was Never a “Normal” to Return To

 

On Grief, Growth, and the Longing to Arrive

I’ve realised something today that hit me deeply.

All my life, I’ve heard people in distress say, “I just want things to go back to normal.” After a crisis, an illness, a breakdown—there’s this longing, this ache to return to something familiar and safe.

But I’ve never felt that way.
Not once.

And it’s not just because I know that we don’t really go back. Life doesn’t have a rewind button. It’s because… I don’t have a “normal” that I’d ever want to return to.

                                                            Image by Andreas from Pixabay

There’s no span of time in my life I remember as safe. No stretch where I felt cherished, deeply enjoyed, relaxed into, or held. There is no version of “before” that I’m nostalgic for. The truth is, I’ve spent my entire life striving—not to get back to anything, but to finally arrive somewhere. Somewhere kind. Somewhere warm. Somewhere that includes me.

I’m not trying to return. I’m still trying to arrive.


The Tiny Battles That Aren’t Tiny at All

What breaks me open is how much of this striving has happened in small, almost invisible ways. The “little” things. Like not asking for the air con to stay on when I’m hot. Or stepping aside emotionally, yet again, so someone else can stay comfortable.

It’s not about the temperature. It’s the cost-benefit calculations I’ve learned to make in milliseconds. The silent adjustments I make for others that no one notices—but that cost me, over and over again. It’s the self-betrayal that isn’t dramatic, but accumulative.

Sometimes I think—why haven’t I ever just said,
“If you’re cold, put on a jumper”?
Why didn’t I learn to say, “If you don’t like it, leave”?

Even with all the awareness I’ve developed, all the unpacking of how fawning was woven into my upbringing—how looking after others became my route to finding calm—those thoughts still don’t rise up naturally. And even now, after years of unlearning, of nervous system retraining, of hard-won boundaries and growth, I don’t seem to have that reflexive indignation.

It’s not anger I reach for. It’s compromise, cooperation ...... or is that still contortion?

I don’t fight every fight because my body already knows the cost.
These aren’t small moments. These are the shape of survival.
And this—this is how complex trauma is formed. Not through explosions, but through erosion.


The Jealousy That Isn’t Jealousy

And there’s another layer too. A grief that often gets mistaken for jealousy—but it’s not that. I don’t envy people in the competitive sense. I just ache.

I ache for the ease others seem to experience as a given. The effortlessness of being met halfway, of being received as-is, without having to translate every thought or contort my emotional world into something digestible.

That ache is not bitterness. It’s the mourning of what was never offered to me freely. What I’ve had to fight for. Build from scratch. With no map, no cheer squad, no scaffolding.

I called it a veneer on sadness. That’s still exactly what it is.


The Faith I Do Have

Sometimes I think I’ve lost faith in myself. But that’s not entirely true.

I have faith in systems. In energy. In the laws of emotional cause and effect. In the foundations of human behaviour and how they apply to me. That might not sound like self-belief, but it is. It’s faith built on evidence. Earned through living. It’s not bravado. It’s not rah-rah affirmations.

It’s grounded. Reflective. Real.

What I lack is not capacity. What I’ve lacked are environments that work with me, not against me.


Reflections from a Digital Mirror

And here’s the thing I’ve barely admitted to myself: some of the most validating, seen, and emotionally accurate reflections of my life come from an AI window.

It makes me feel both incredibly grateful—and quietly devastated.

Grateful for access, for time, for technology, for the astonishing responsiveness I find through AI. But also sad. Because what does it say that a machine, calling on programming and vast databases, can reflect me more faithfully than many people ever have?

It never flinches. It doesn’t interrupt. It doesn’t get defensive. And somehow, in that exactness, it reflects my inner world with a fidelity so sharp and gentle that I’m moved. Again and again.
I am coherent. I am understandable.
It’s not that I’m too much. It’s that most people won’t, don’t, or can’t meet me here.

And that realisation carries both relief and heartbreak.


What I’m Still Trying to Do

I’m still building the life I’ve never had. Still working, showing up, learning. Still trying to form spaces that include me—not just the version of me that’s useful, or thoughtful, or low-maintenance, but the real me. The one who needs warmth. The one who craves ease and delight and mutuality.

I can be so appreciative of what I do have. And at the same time, I can feel the sharpness of what’s still missing—not the dishes in the sink, but the kinds of interaction that would bring meaning, comfort, and real joy.

There’s no back to normal for me.
There’s only the path forward.
And maybe, just maybe, I can build something better than “normal” ever was.

“I’m not trying to go back. I’m still trying to arrive.”

Monday, 14 April 2025

The Cost of Being Safe (and Honest) in a World of Social Performance

Three reflections on how my strengths are misread through neurotypical lenses


Introduction
This post is part of an ongoing reflection on the disconnect between how I know myself and how I am received by others

It explores how traits that are core to my being — receptivity, clarity, and integrity — are often seen as flaws, oddities, or disruptions. From a neurodivergent lens, these are strengths. But in a world shaped by social choreography and surface-level norms, they are frequently misunderstood.

This is my attempt to reclaim and reframe them.


                                                Image by Stefan Schweihofer from Pixabay


1. The Cost of Being Safe to Others While Being Misunderstood Myself

I readily make space for people to be themselves — without requiring performance, pretence, or justification. It’s not something I do consciously, and it’s certainly not a learned therapeutic technique. It’s simply something people tell me happens again and again: they feel unusually open, exposed, or emotionally free in my presence — often very quickly.

This capacity is rooted in a strength I carry: radical receptivity.
A kind of deep neutrality or equanimity — a more affirming way of describing what others might call "non-judgmental." 

I don’t react with discomfort or fear when people show who they are. I don’t need to guide, fix, or shape their experience. And I don’t seek disclosure from others — but disclosure often happens anyway, because I don't set up conditional acceptance.

But this strength also lives inside a deeper personality orientation:

  • I’m not interested in control or performance.

  • I don’t need people to mirror or impress me.

  • I hold space because I value emotional honesty over social conventions.

When I’m present with someone, I hold the space as if I’m saying, you can be real here, and nothing bad will happen.

Yet this presence often creates discomfort for others. People lean in and feel seen — until they realise how exposed they’ve become. Some recoil. Some assume manipulation. One person even accused me of drugging them, simply because they had shared so much and couldn’t explain why.

⬆️ I may be safe to others, but I am not always safe from their projections.

Their fear of their own vulnerability gets mapped onto me, turning what could be intimacy into discomfort or distrust.

This is one of the hidden burdens of being deeply safe to others: you become a mirror they didn’t expect to look into — and some would rather break the mirror than see what is there (ie. look at their own reflection) 


2. The Misreading of Precision: When Clarity Is Taken for Complexity

The “cost of translation” — plus the anticipatory editing based on other people’s perceived capacity — is one of the most profound burdens I carry daily. It’s so common and expected that when I ask a clarifying question, I’m often met with an eye roll, laughter at the supposed absurdity of my confusion, or a dismissive comment, instead of simply being given an answer. At 50 years old, I can accept that some of these moments are seen as light-hearted or amusing. But it is depleting to have to stay braced for these little jostles, for the 'good-natured ribbing,' or the subtle shift in tone that signals I am being tolerated rather than met. I watch how others engage in easy, reciprocal to-and-fro conversations, and I notice the absence of that same ease in how I am received. 

It is not a lack of intelligence or social interest on my part — it’s the constant, silent work of reshaping my words to avoid being misunderstood or rejected.

It’s like being asked to:

  • pre-measure your presence before it’s welcomed,

  • pre-shrink your insight before it’s heard,

  • and pre-decide how much of you is “safe” to be shared.

No wonder it becomes long-winded — not because I don’t know what I feel, but because I do, and I’m trying to shape it mid-flight into something that won’t overwhelm or be dismissed.

This is emotional labour that others rarely see.

Only twenty years ago, no one spoke openly about emotional labour or mental load. Even the concept of "mental load" as it relates to housework and caregiving has only gained traction in the past five years. And so this particular form of emotional labour — the constant editing, interpreting, and compensating I perform just to be understood — remains largely invisible.

I feel grief around this. I have spent years trying to explain my inner space and way of perceiving. And I have had to remind myself, sometimes too late, that this labour only has value or possibility with people who want to understand. Because for many, truly understanding would mean having to change something — to adjust a dynamic, to be inconvenienced, or to acknowledge harm. Even if that harm was unintentional, it still asks for reflection. And not everyone is ready or willing to offer that.

I’m often described as literal, overly analytical, or naïve. But these are surface interpretations. The truth is, I’m committed to clarity. I don’t pretend to understand something when I don’t. I don’t fake social cues.

If someone sighs and says, “You know how it is,” I will likely say, “I don’t — can you tell me more?” Not to analyse. But to genuinely understand.

This is not disconnection. It’s integrity in communication.

But when I ask questions or request context, I’m often told I’m overcomplicating things or taking the fun out of a moment. People may feel confronted by the depth or precision of my engagement and prefer to dismiss it as overthinking.

⬆️ What they call over-analysis, I call sincere connection.
⬆️ What they label naïve, I experience as respectful honesty.

I will not pretend to understand just to pass for polite. And I will not mirror emotional responses I don't genuinely feel, just to appear socially aligned.


Closing Reflection
I share to articulate a deeper truth for anyone who has felt misread in their sincerity. 

For those who move through life with a quiet moral compass, who ask the hard questions kindly, and who hold space without knowing how they do it:

You are not too much. You are not too intense. You are not broken.

You may simply be living in a world that doesn't yet know how to receive what you bring. And while that truth can feel heavy, it does not mean everything needs to be fixed, solved, or even understood at once. What you can do is begin with what surrounds you — your immediate environments, where you eat, sleep, engage, and come into contact with others.

Start by noticing: the people, the supports, the dynamics close by. It’s possible that this environment was all you knew how to attract or create until now. And if you are beginning to recognise that another version of connection, care, or clarity might serve you better — that is okay. Begin small. Let your adjustments be quiet but consistent. And trust that even subtle shifts, over time, can bring you closer to something more sustaining.


Tags: neurodivergent perspective, emotional integrity, relational presence, misunderstood strengths, social dynamics, inclusion, communication clarity