Here's an empathy exercise.
You're a mild-mannered psychologist who has enormous empathy for children. You adore your own to distraction and you can easily perceive how damaging it is when children are suppressed, repressed, stifled, abused, flattened -- either by intentional or ignorant neglect or abuse. Honoring the inner voice, the essential dignity, in every child (whether in a child's or adult's body) becomes a passion for you, personally and professionally.
So much so that you decide to build a safe and welcoming place where people who have experienced voicelessness can dialogue in trust with others, experimenting with assertiveness, stating needs and feelings, learning from others' struggles and successes. Offering each other support and wisdom and help or just simple company. Your message board becomes a hearth, a companion, a place that's open 24/7 where anyone with a computer and a need to talk and be listened to can turn for comfort, for company, and for advice.
People come, and go, and themes appear. Some people find their voices and talk gently and enthusiastically with each other, forming real friendships, experiencing love and acceptance. Other people find their voices and shout for attention. Most of the time, it's readily given. After a while, coalitions and factions form, and some members find themselves repeatedly at the core of conflicts. Usually, they yell louder. Now and then, one is asked to leave the board.
One summer, the battling gets so protracted and nasty that you find that it's not so satisfying as you had hoped it would be, to try to uphold all these fractured people in the community of your board. You begin to rethink your role as their unsung moderator. They ask you to take sides. Some even call you names and show contempt for you. Others hint that you're not doing an adequate job.
You continue honoring voice, being a voice for healing, with your family and friends and in your practice and in your community. Every day, you read through hundreds of words on the board. You watch, you hope the magic of community goodwill and good intentions will carry the day, but you don't intervene unless it's drastic. But you find yourself wondering now and then, is it worth it?
The above is pure fiction, of course. I can't imagine what Doc G is thinking or feeling about the atmosphere lately.
But I have been thinking about him.
Hops