That's a massive list! And you forgot the troubled young girl online.
Tupp, that's a good thing. I noticed on the other thread you named it co-dependence.
I have a very close and beloved friend, a hospice social worker. Just quit after completely
exhausting herself with over-dedication, as a matter of fact. I have my pathologies, which
she understands and accepts, and she has hers, which I understand but accept less gracefully
(because one of the lovely things I inherited was reflex to be judgmental...)
So. This thing I notice about her, that I am averse to, is her attitude toward animals.
First. I BENEFIT from it, because she adores my pooch and takes care of her for me sometimes.
But also, sometimes it squicks me out. Hard to describe, but, when we take walks and encounter
any animal at all (usually contented pet dogs or cats), her response to every single animal regardless of its
youth or age is:
Ohhhhh baaaaaaaaaaaaaby, okay, okay, yes, yes, okay, come here, yes, come here, it's okay baaaaaaaaaaby.
And it's like, every single living thing she encounters she responds to as though:
1) they are at that very moment in a tragic state of being abused
2) she is the only one whose empathy is functional and can respond to rescue them
Odd. But I notice that this is the loop she's in. It's as though because of her own damage,
she cannot empathize with ease, with relaxation, with peace, with simple wellbeing. She is
restless, in some way, I believe, that causes her to yearn for others' suffering to soothe.
I can't count the ways I am fortunate in how she's soothed mine. So, she is one of my
friends I am most profoundly grateful for (hence my guilt over these critical thoughts).
And I support her too. But this one habit, with animals we meet, feels unwell, in a way.
Couple times, when she's been crouched on a sidewalk entreating an animal to come to her
in that way, they've walked around her and come straight to me. I'd just been looking, delighting,
and welcoming them, mentally.
It's like for her, all animals are hospice patients. And I don't like how I feel around this vibe.
I know she's utterly trustworthy and we will be mutually supportive and caring old ladies.
She is also one of the LEAST judgmental people I know, when it comes to emotions. I do
feel incredibly lucky to have her in my life. But at times, just now and then, I feel a little tiny
vibe of her being just a tad...buzzardly.
Isn't that an awful way to judge someone? I don't mind confessing it here though.
And what the hell is wrong with anyone who so yearns to help and rescue? Maybe
something's wrong with ME. Something else, I mean. I'll add it to things I need to
contemplate.
Your list of helpees made me think of it, though it's not equivalent.
I am delighted to hear how you're groping to find yourself in the middle of these
urges, Tupp. I think it's very very healthy.
love
Hops