A. just listen, be present, and allow the person to vent.
B. become so immersed that I literally feel what they feel and become consumed with emotion.
C. be compassionate, but not take it on as my own.
D. shy away from helping.
A. encourage her to look into more affordable plans.
B. help her look into more affordable plans.
C. immediately offer to cover her phone bill each month.
A. politely tell them you don’t feel well and decline.
B. feel their needs are higher than yours and head right over.
C. tell them they have a lot of nerve calling you on Sunday.
D. just let the machine take the call.
C. stick around in the room pretending you have a question.
D. hide in the bathroom.
- I had a therapy appointment and was very anxious about the topic, which was past trauma. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to speak about it or that I wouldn’t be able to handle the discussion.
Mother Hen Red Flag: In addition to concern for myself, I worried about my therapist holding the information I would share. It didn’t occur to me to consider that she has a Ph.D. in Psychology and that she underwent years of learning how to implement boundaries to protect herself emotionally. Nope. The night before my appointment, I had a dream that I went to the session. My therapist was panicky because she had to get to the airport on-time to go on vacation with her husband. Concerned, I shifted the focus to her and offered to call the rest of her patients for the day and reschedule them. I also offered to clean the dishes in her sink and to take her to the tram. In the dream, she accepted all of my offers, and I felt like I had sufficiently taken care of her. (What is your interpretation of the dream?)
My therapist, in real life, has incredible boundaries. Her ability to be compassionate and in the moment without appearing to take on “my stuff” amazes me. The next day at my appointment, I told her about the dream. We both think that I was concerned that I needed to take care of her. She, of course, assured me that I did not. During the session, we spoke on the phone with another advocate of mine, and when, at the end of the call he only thanked me, I piped up and said, and Dr. Smith, too! After we hung up, I made up excuses for him not thanking her, and Dr. Smith said, “You’re trying to take care of me again.”
- In IOP there is a younger woman who is going through a lot of emotional turmoil. She just found out her diagnosis and is on medication for the first time. At the same time, she continues to drink alcohol and had stopped taking one of her medications.
Mother Hen Red Flag: After our group, when she told me she had to have one of her medications filled, I walked with her to the pharmacy to make sure she followed through. You may see this as supportive, but we were advised by one of the doctors in IOP that it’s best to not socialize after group with other members until after each person has graduated. My need to protect her superseded the desire to follow that rule.
When we got to the counter, the pharmacist said they were all out of the medication and that they could call around to find a pharmacy that had it in stock. When they found one, they just said the city it was in. I asked her, in front of the clerk, “Now, do you know where that is? Do you need an address? Directions?” I also asked her to text me that she was sober later in the evening. Inappropriate much? I am a caring person, but my challenge with appropriate boundaries is causing me to take on more than my fair share — and I’m the one who needs to learn how to rein it in.
- Lately, when others are experiencing their emotions, I notice that something that used to happen before is happening again.
Mother Hen Red Flag: I become so engrossed in their experience – so entwined in their emotions that I lose track of where they end and I begin and vice-versa.
If someone gets sad, instead of just noticing their sadness, letting them have their experience, and being supportive and present, I become so emotional for them. I want to fix all of their problems, comfort them, and love them. It’s not that I think I actually have the answers and can solve their problems. It’s more that I want to reassure them, offer them some hopeful perspective, and help them in any way I can.
I am currently reading a book, aptly named: Boundaries: Where You End And I Begin, and I am beginning to have some insights as to why this is. I’ll keep you posted. I’ve also selected this book for an upcoming BPD Book Club that I’ll be hosting, so be sure to pick up a copy and start reading if you’d like to participate.
Thanks for reading.