Certain people in my life are never going to love me, accept me, recognize me, and the more I'm "in their face" about it, the more I'm disrespecting both them and myself.
It's hard to make sense of this--at least, I suspect I'm not doing a good job--but I think any discussion of respect has to include this distinction between respect and attention. Someone can "respect" me (i.e., not infringe upon my boundaries) while paying no attention to me at all. And I can do the same.
The difficulty with this one and living in the US is the culture isn't like my own.
People can be all over me here, they love the accent & my musical talents, we have a wonderful time, I can think it's the start of a long close friendship-and two weeks later they have forgotten everything we discussed or arranged.
It's happened over and over again, and I'm learning now to have less to do with superficial people, to be more wary of someone who wants to be my best friend ten minutes after meeting me, and to ignore all the cues which in my own country mean someone cares about you: repeatedly asking after you- which here is often just a greeting & you're not meant to answer truthfully! being physically affectionate, giving gifts etc.
Don't get me wrong- not everyone's like this by any means, I have some wonderful friends here, and it's something some of my american friends worry or complain about too.
But the biggest thing I had to learn about living here was not to take it personally.
Of course in england people can be more negative and hostile, it takes a long time to 'belong' ...but I didn't get the 'mixed messages' which happen frequently here.
The other thing is- I am very gullible. I pay too much attention to what people say- too little to what they do.
Like with the church. I believe it when people talk about compassion and respect and taking care of one another, and I thought I had found a community which would cushion me during my long illness and marital breakdown. A couple of my friends have been wonderful- but there was no wider community, last time I went to church the minister never even asked how I was, the support group for people with bipolar never got set up, and the twice I was suicidal in the past year the church was the last place I felt safe to go and ask for help.
So I left. And I know over time I'll be glad about that. Sincerity is very important, especially for people trying to heal old wounds.
But it's been a painful-if necessary- process.
Thanks for helping me unravel all this. I really think it's the key to changing the way I do relationships and take better care of myself.