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Love the One You’re With

I’ve named this phenomenon Compassion for the Other Person, meaning compassion for someone other than the person sitting in front of you.

This happens when you’re telling a friend about a hurt or a problem, and the friend explains what the other person probably intended. The person, that is, who’s not even there, the person who you think caused the hurt to begin with.

I run into this when talking about my mom. Some understanding friends express a lot of understanding of my mom, in reaction to one individual anecdote I’m sharing at that time. “She must have been doing her best,” they say. Or, “Gosh, I’ve done the same thing to my kids.” Or, “She probably didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

They don’t understand that the one anecdote I’m sharing is emblematic of her mothering, that it’s a single component in a big pattern. In any event, I feel unheard.

I realize now that I’ve done this to other people. I have jumped to the defense of the mother, sister, friend, or husband — the one who’s not even there. And I have to admit that doing this made me feel magnanimous and insightful. Now I realize that I was overlooking the feelings of the person sitting in front of me, who should get first dibs on my compassion.

This frustration was a motivation for me to write Missing: Coming to Terms with a Borderline Mother. I wanted, once and for all, to get it all down in one place so that the syndrome, the pattern, the illness, was revealed. There’s “normal” parenting — a very wide spectrum of good and bad behavior. And then there’s behavior — day after day, month after month, year after year — that extends beyond normal boundaries.

3 Comments

  1. Mary wrote:

    This is an excellent observation and I hope to take it to heart. Why do we do this? Why do others do it? I have to say that of all of my friends, really only one understands what I mean when I talk about my mother….and that is b/c her mother behaved in similar ways. Why do others imagine that it would be comforting to hear that a person who exhibited unloving behaviors towards you for decades of your life deserves more understanding or compassion than you do having been the object of that unloving behavior? I think most people (luckily) just never experienced that kind of thing and they just don’t “get it.” There is also the exasperation of those who don’t know why you can’t just “get over it,” not understanding that being raised by a really crazy person is something that you just don’t “get over.”

    Monday, July 18, 2011 at 4:02 pm | Permalink
  2. Carolina wrote:

    I have a borderline mother. I can guarantee that she suffers way more than me. I have a fulfilling life, often disturbed by her, of hourse. The difference however is: I have a problem with which I have to deal with, she has a very deep pain she is unable to deal with.

    Friday, August 5, 2011 at 5:28 am | Permalink
  3. Kathy wrote:

    Hi, Carolina–Just wanted to let you know that my book about my mom is available now. You can order it at your local bookstore (or find it on Amazon). You and maybe even she might find it helpful. I hope so.

    Friday, June 24, 2016 at 11:34 pm | Permalink

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