Portia,
I am blown away by your learning.
No WONDER you're so quizzical. I love your rat-a-tat questions and now feel I understand even better why you sometimes express your connecting that way. When I imagine a little Portia, trotting around with her excellent brain and peppering adults with question after question, I feel delight. In reality, I feel so sad (and pissed) that they weren't wise enough to appreciate what a treasure of a bright and open mind was in their midst.
I think you're powerfully honest and open and just...amazing.
Perspective,
What a huge start. I think one of the hard things is to feeling staggered by how well one "fits" it. And like PP, I think we all live in CoD towns. A big part of that, imo, is how the culture trains women to be nurturing, and when nurturing gets out of control without a balancing respect for the self, it all gets twisted into dysfunction, such as CoD. During the first feminist rebellion, there was a pendulum reaction (Open the door for me and I'll smack you, you chauvinist!). That's the natural way social change starts, in fury and "eruption". Then it evolves. One of the joys of my 40s and 50s has been to reclaim my basic love of nurturing others but to elevate myself to equal importance--not in each moment, but in the overall curve of my life. (Well, lots of folks might debate whether I really got that earlier since I moved in with a very demanding mother...but I think I've got it now!) Other than the vulnerable (young, old, frail) -- I think it's good to care for another, especially a mate, out of a sense of voluntary delight. As in, this delights me (if not in the short term, then because I see it as building a way of relating that I believe in) ... to care for you.
Hops