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How Could You Hurt Me Like This?

by gloria on February 5, 2010

One of words we sprinkle our communications with that drive me up the wall is “hurt.” “How could you hurt your mother like this?”  “I was hurt when she didn’t remember my birthday.”  Or “You hurt me!” Most hurt feelings come from our expectations of others, what they should do or not do, say or refrain from saying. Hurt feelings are a result of magical thinking. Nowhere in the constitution or the law is it written that we must read another‘s mind and commit ourselves to carrying out all their wishes despite our own needs.

Eleanor Roosevelt told us that no one could hurt us without our permission, but we still persist in believing that we are at each other’s mercy when it comes to hurt feelings. We hold others to blame for those feelings, often punishing someone who has no idea what they have done to merit our anger or coldness.

Melanie often sits home and sulks because her husband has committed some hurtful act that Melanie has declared hostile or inconsiderate, yet her husband has no clue why she is in a bad mood when he comes home because Melanie is a grudge holder. She allows her resentment to fester until it becomes a bleeding wound. Then she feels justified in starting an argument or not wanting to have sex with him. Some spouses save up enough hurt feelings to convince themselves to have an affair or get a divorce.

A classic example of grudge holding took place when I was about two and my mother and I were walking along a busy street in our neighborhood. We saw my grandmother, my father’s mother, coming toward us. As we neared she crossed the street in order to avoid us. My mother never knew why she did that, only that it was done deliberately. My mother neither saw nor spoke to my grandmother for 20 years afterward and never found out why my grandmother took offense. Fortunately, in this case, my mother was secretly delighted since she didn’t particularly care for her mother-in-law.

When I was a child I was taught this rhyme, “Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” I think that is still true. I often tell my clients that no one can hurt them unless they have a knife, gun or other weapon of mass destruction. Even nasty words said in the heat of anger can’t hurt us unless we let them in. When your best friend says something that “hurts your feelings” you get upset, but if Osama Bin Laden said the same thing you would shrug it off. You are the one who decides what is distressing and what is not.

I have decided to go on a one-woman campaign to eliminate the phrase, “You hurt me.” I am tired of hearing it, and tired of challenging the concept. The other day I had an inspiration. Let’s substitute the word HARM or INJURE for HURT and see if it helps shed light on the situation. Instead of saying, “How could you hurt your mother like this?” say, “How could your harm your mother like this?”  Was mother really harmed when you didn’t visit her? Rather than “I was hurt when she didn’t remember my birthday,” say “I was injured when she didn’t remember my birthday.”  What did the injury look like? How would you feel if your spouse or best friend said, “You harmed me just now when you…?” It isn’t true, is it?

Playing the Hurt Game makes us victims of emotional blackmail. We are held hostage because someone else has the power to make us feel guilty or ashamed. Jenny, a newlywed bride, discovered that her mother-in-law’s birthday was on Christmas Eve day. Jenny came from a large and loving family that celebrated the holiday on Christmas Eve with a wonderful party. Jenny was concerned that if she went to her family on Dec. 24th she would hurt her mother-in-law’s feelings, and if she celebrated with her mother-in-law on her birthday she would hurt her own mother’s feelings.  Jenny was trying to read everyone’s mind and foresee how they would feel. That is impossible.

The key here is to examine our intent. Jenny did not want to hurt anyone. Her intention was to share happiness and love with family members. The problem was that both families had different plans. She realized that no matter what she chose to do, one or the other could take offense.  When Jenny decided to honor her own intention and let her mother and mother-in-law take responsibility for their reactions, she was free of guilt. Since she knew that no harm was meant.

Isn’t it interesting that so many of us have been brain washed to think that we have no power over words?

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Most of us have heard the old saying, “If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” This sounds cute, but how many of us really do it? Most of the time when something happens in my life that sucks, I complain and feel miserable. I used to let the list of injustices or terrible experiences build up and feel like a martyr. Although this sometimes got me some attention and pity, it was not really worth the pain it caused me. Life threw me lemons and I let them rot.

I started to learn how to make lemonade right after I was divorced. I had been out of the dating scene for many years and was quite nervous about being single again. I began to meet men and had some unpleasant experiences. After one brief but dreadful relationship ended, I was depressed. Was there any way that I could avoid having this happen again?

It was time to make lemonade. I wrote myself a directive about dating that said, “There is no right or wrong. There is only what happens and what I learn from it. What have I just learned?” I have used that formula ever since, whenever I have had an awful experience. Sometimes I write down what I have learned as soon as I learn it. Other times I don’t realize until later that I have accumulated too many lemons and need to get to work.

When I recovered from a month long bout with excruciating sciatica that laid me low, I had been writing a book and enjoyed sitting at the computer for long periods of time, but I was in so much pain that I couldn’t sit at my computer for more than a few minutes. I couldn’t drive or do much walking either. I had trouble sitting during counseling sessions without an ice pack. I was so miserable that I forgot to practice what I preach.

Every morning while I walk on my treadmill I do centering activities, release stress, resolve conflicts and focus on positive affirmations. However, since I couldn’t exercise, I wasn’t performing my morning ritual. Consequently, I wasn’t dealing with my life issues. Fortunately, when I went to see my acupuncturist for treatment, she could tell that I was holding a lot of anger. Right there and then she made me tap on some specific energy points to release anger. Wow! I got in touch with my rage toward my body for having sciatica lay me low, my fear of being helpless, my anger with my perfectionist self for not finishing my book according to the schedule I had set for myself, and much more. I had many lemons to squeeze to release all the stress I had accumulated.

Each time I get sick it triggers scary feelings about being powerless. This event of terrible pain forced me to look at my reaction. I realized that instead of sulking about how unfair it was, I was being offered the opportunity to examine the idea of letting go of my ego’s need to perform and experience just being in the now free of expectations. Sciatica forced me to surrender. I had no option. I had to lie there, face my fears and transform them. It turned out to be an intensely spiritual experience. Now that I look back on the experience, I can say that sciatica served a purpose in my life.

Plato said that the unexamined life is not worth living. I first read that advice in college and took it as my motto, although at times I have just given it lip service. It is another way of reminding us to keep making lemonade by learning to see each unfortunate event in our lives as an opportunity.

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