But really, were you surprised?
Not by the end,
@rockfox, but (a) I honestly didn't glean that as an obvious point from her initial post -- at least not that it was primarily and definitely not that it was
solely about her husband, and (b) I would assert that, had a number of us, including you,
not pushed her to self-disclose what was
really going on with her, she probably never would have made it obvious -- and then all that would have been accomplished would have been a complete laced-with-her-misplaced-invective waste of time.
This is no feminist/Sensitive New Age Guy orientation coming from me. As a
former psychotherapist (and probably my biggest reason for being
former is that I considered it out of integrity to associate with a career endeavor that is so frequently one that absorbs precious dollars with so little return), I must admit that I abhor those who need help who waste their time and ours pointing fingers in the wrong direction and create drama where none is necessary. You and I, I believe, would entirely agree that our culture has become one in which victimhood is so thoroughly rewarded that people seek out excuses for seeing themselves as having been victimized in order to get a pass on everything.
If someone needs help and wants others to provide that help, the very
least that helpers should expect is that the helpee be willing to
make a request for help. A helpee certainly shouldn't berate the helpers or expect the helpers to
guess what f***ing kind of help s/he needs (or, worse yet, berate the helpers for not guessing well). So I hope you're not putting it back on me when you ask if I was surprised, because that's just falling into the trap of thinking helpers always have to coddle those they help. I'll admit this, in fact: I'm a bit disgusted when someone passive-aggressively dances all around the real issue, then finally gets to the point in a way that seems to put everyone else in a position of having to feel guilty that they didn't pony up to the table from the very beginning with overwhelming sympathy.
That engenders a gag reflex in me, which is why I asserted that I wasn't about to apologize.
If you or anyone else concludes from this or any other isolated incident that I'm an insensitive bastard or that I'm incapable of providing highly useful assistance, I assert with great confidence that you would be wrong. I actually spend a very significant amount of my time assisting others with transforming their lives, but I think that is probably part of why I resent a dynamic that has taken hold in our culture in which the people who help others are made to feel inadequate because they supposedly didn't help in the right manner. Furthermore, most of the time,
sympathy is the
last thing people need, because it only enables them to stay stuck right where they are. As M. Scott Peck so deftly began
The Road Less Traveled, "Life is difficult," so we aren't obligated to make life easier for the lazy or for those who don't want to face up to the fact that they've been bringing their own misery on themselves. That which is rewarded will be repeated, so feeling sorry for such folks only ensures that whatever they're going through will be perpetuated; sympathy's only true advantage is to those who make themselves feel better for offering it. [Anyone who doubts this would benefit from looking into Everett Shostrom’s
Three Approaches to Therapy (known better within social services circles as The Gloria Films), in which three mega-gods of psychotherapy are filmed working with the same woman. The only one who was of any assistance was the one who told her what she didn't want to hear and expected
her to do something about her problems; Gloria's daughter subsequently wrote a book in which she asserted that one of the others clearly made things permanently worse for her mother -- and Carl Rogers, if you're familiar with Mr. What-I-Hear-You-Saying, was simply useless. (I saw him speak many years later, by which time he was adamantly denouncing the style of therapy that bears his name.)]
Keith
P.S. I'll get to your tendency to see feminist talking points lurking around every corner in another post. But please be forewarned: everything I say will be sung to the tune of, "Rockfox is getting better every day!" I do very much enjoy watching you hone your rhetorical skills -- and find that my respect for you only tends to grow as time goes on.