Last night I was virtually up all night because I didn’t feel well. I passed the time by watching TED talks. I chose to watch one particular talk given by Brene Brown called “The Price of Invulnerability” (it’s a good talk – go watch it!). Now whether it was because it was 4 am and I was feeling pretty crummy physically and also emotionally after a hard day or if it was just because it is an amazing talk I spent part of the time watching it close to tears. And when she said one thing the tears erupted. She said something (roughly) like this:
People who are trauma survivors have told me ‘I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t want your pity. I want you to look at your life and know what you already have’.
For me this is it. I don’t want my friend’s pity or something for what I have had to endure, my diagnosis or my past. All I want is for them to have gratitude for what they already have. I have run into people in the treatment world who wish for trauma, who make it up or embellish it. I go through times when this makes me angry and times when it simply makes me sad and times when it makes me both. I suppose the wishing/embellishing/making up comes from a place of trying to relate to other or validate why they struggle with what they struggle with. That anyways is the nice answer I can pull out of the hat.
P and I were trying to put the exact concept of gratitude that Brene Brown does so succiently above into words the other day. We were talking of our treatment friends (and they are always there) who are like this. I think to a degree we can intellectually understand it like I described above but like me P, is also a trauma survivor and there is a deep seated pain and anguish that arises when people ‘wish’ for trauma or embellish their experiences. We also talked about how we would like others to relate to us and we tossed around words like we wished other knew how ‘lucky’ they were. How they by some shade of fate or whatever just happened to have all the right hands in the deck tossed at them so they avoided trauma. We talked that we don’t want the pity or sadness which we sometimes receive from people, we just want them to know damn lucky they are. ie – all we want from others is that they know what they already have.
It’s hard not to get mad at people when they show me pity or sympathy. In my mind these are very different emotions than empathy. Empathy to me is much more of an equalizer It put both the empathizer and the one receiving the empathy on the same level. There is no ‘looking down upon’ or feeling sorry which pity and sympathy entails. Empathy is not static. It moves with a person and allows someone to heal. Pity keeps a person in a box. A box in which the peson who feels pity towards them sees that the situation that happened to them is ‘so sad’ and makes that individual a victim. There is no room to move away from that box. And I believe that there is no room to move in a relationship when one individual feels pity for another. I believe that the pittyier so to say naturally feels somewhat superior while the one who is pitied tends to feel demeaned.
And to those who do not have trauma nor can they understand my past? I don’t want that pity. I don’t want that sympathy. It doesn’t make me feel loved. It doesn’t make me feel understood. As Brene Brown reported I just want people to know what they already have. I want you or whoever is reading this to be able to feel grateful that you have been spared (if you have) by luck, fate, faith (whatever you believe in) the devastating effects of trauma. Not all are so lucky. I have not been so lucky. Be grateful for what you have and for what you have been spared. As Brene Brown says “look at your life and know what you already have’. That’s all I want or need from you as a survivor.



Kate, I love you. I wish I had known you were up all night because I was up all night, too (not all-nighter style, just good-old insomnia with med changes… meh), and I would have called so we could chat and keep each other company like we used to. I like this post. I did an independent study last semester with a professor who was doing empathy research, so I did a lot of empathy-related lit reviews and you’ve actually described it quite well. I have a long-ass paper on it, which ended up not being the lit review we’re using for the paper we’re going to publish since we had to switch topics midstream, but nevertheless…. very interesting subject. And so important. I’ve found that being a “witness” to another person’s pain is really valuable, just someone to say “what you’re going through is not crazy, it is a very sane, very understandable response to what you’ve been through, and I am here in a supportive capacity to be whatever it is you need and want and I will let you call the shots.” But in nursing/ medicine, we have to watch out for not getting all high and mighty and “we know best/ I feel so sorry for you for being sick” and I know I’ve seen nurses and doctors like that and it BLOWS. So I aspire to be an empathic care provider. Anyways, all this rambling is to say that, as per the usual, you rock. xoxox
I am sitting here full blown SOBBING after reading that (I think you know why). This was beautiful Kate. Beautiful.
I think that there are relationships in which one person can have trauma and the other doesn’t and there can still be a mutual respect. And then of course there are those who create trauma for reasons I don’t full understand. I think the hardest part (and I know we have talked about this) is that as a trauma survivor, half the the time (okay more like 99% of the time) I am telling MYSELF that I made it up or that it was “not that bad”. And my mind is a clusterfuck of conflicting thoughts and feelings. And for so long I did a really awesome job of convincing myself that nothing was wrong/not even know what happened that it is really easy to fall into that trap of believing the whole denial thing. And that is hard to explain to someone. When all along you don’t talk about real stuff or acknowledge that its a big deal and them BAM! Oh yeah, I guess this might actually be a big deal.
Okay rambling… but point is… it is so hard to explain that to anyone who hasn’t gone through it. And I don’t even really know if this makes much sense and I kind of got off on a tangent but yeah… I think you know what I mean
I love you <3
WOW Kate!! This is one of your best blogs because I have struggled through the pittying part of my life, and maybe still am, and I don’t like you. I have some deep heart feelings about this, and will write you on email, so don’t forfet to look for it in the next few days. granmom love you so so
there was a typo that said “i don’t like you” it should have said ‘i don’t like it”. Love you a lot, granmom