Even More About Truth

I'd like to suggest we always tell the truth and here's why:

We want to be safe.

There's nothing like being in a relationship where you are safe and free from fear. Where you know that if someone tells you something you can rely on that information and take appropriate action. Even if the news is painful you are shielded from criticism and rejection because you know the person sharing it has no destructive motives.

I strive to be that kind of person. It's a true honor when someone seeks your opinion and believes what you say. From clothing choices to paint colors to the choice of a mate, it's important to be the person who is known for being truthful and offering safety while doing it.

I was taught that in order to have a friend you have to be a friend. In order to be safe you must offer safety. In order to have someone be truthful you must be truthful yourself.

Again, this goes back to my former blog that discusses our motives. If your motive is to be useful and you desire to tell the truth because it will be helpful, through practice and effort, the same will be given you.

It may not happen right away. You may have to be the loving truth teller all by yourself for a while.

But once your offer of safety is recognized who knows? You may be the catalyst for changing an entire group of friends. Or family. Or church.

And that's the truth.

Telling the Truth Part Two

I was brought up to believe that it is crucial to tell the truth at all times.
That if I got caught lying I'd get a whupping.
That God knows if you're trying to get away with something and He'll nab you.
That it's always better to tell the truth no matter what.

I remember the quandry that teaching put me in when Aunt Tessie asked me if I liked her crocheted toilet paper holder and I really didn't. If I told the truth I would hurt her feelings but if I lied to spare Aunt Tessie's feelings I'd get whupped by my parents AND God.

I couldn't win!

No wonder so many of us would rather float by with a little white lie than to risk the consequences of telling the truth.

On the other hand, I've been victimized by those who grasp that 'truth at any cost' concept and use the truth to grind me into the ground. I've been told I'm fat, stupid, silly, and a bad wife by one relative who commonly used 'truth' to beat the tar out of anyone who protested.

"Well, I'm sorry, but it's the TRUTH!" We'd be told while we're licking our wounds.

Friends, that's not the type of truth I'm talking about. It's not okay to totally destroy someone by our opinion and then defend ourselves by claiming it's the truth. No one is nurtured by that form of truth nor does anyone learn positive behaviors and attitudes from it.

I call that the 'steamroller' brand of truth telling and I cringe when I witness it.

I've seen Moms tell their children they can't have any more candy because they're too fat.
I've heard husbands tell their wives they're not as pretty as the actress on TV.
I've observed parents telling their children they're too clumsly to take dance lessons.

All of these comments, while truthful, are destructive and I'm against it.

I'm not telling you to lie; I'm asking you to rephrase your comment so it is uplifting rather than hurtful. I'm suggesting you deflect questions you might find difficult.

In Bible college we were taught how to answer difficult questions. One great example:
"Isn''t my baby beautiful?"
(Frankly my friends, they aren't all Gerber babies!)
Here's the standard suggested answer:
"My, that certainly IS a baby, isn't it?"

I think it's possible to be totally truthful without being a real meanie about it. Think ahead, don't attack out of anger, deflect.

It can be done.

Telling the Truth

Most people claim that they always tell the truth; they indignantly deny that they lie.
They don't cheat on their taxes, crossword puzzles, or their spouses. They attend church, put in an honest days' work for an honest days' pay. They 'fess up if they receive too much change back from a purchase.

Good for them.

But folks are less-than-truthful when they think someone's feelings might be hurt or they themselves may look bad in some way.

Think about it.

You learn that Sadie is in trouble at work because she wears her skirts too high and her tops too low. Everyone knows about it since it's been a topic of conversation at the lunch table for months.

Everyone except Sadie, that is. And Sadie's a nice girl, she really is. Smart and friendly and very easy to talk to. Ummmm....but probably not about this.

So when she says in a hurt voice that people are looking at her strangely and talking about her and she doesn't understand why and the bosses are grumbling but no one tells her anything and she's going crazy with worry what do you do?

What would most of us do? Lie. We say we don't understand either. It will be okay. We tell her not to worry about it; that she's just imagining it.

But we don't tell her, in true caring fashion, that the problem is her work attire. That we are concerned as her friend and know she's unaware of how it appears to the boss. We don't have any thoughtful suggestions available: maybe a sweater, scarf, or pair of leggings may be helpful.

We keep the information to ourselves even though it kills us to do so; we've been taught 'if you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all.' We think we're being nice because we don't want to hurt Sadie's feelings.

What we don't realize is that by not telling Sadie the truth we are hurting her even more. We aren't giving her a chance to know the truth so she can deal with it. We are leaving her to fend for herself without the correct information. Ultimately, when (and if) Sadie discovers we've known the problem all along she will be hurt even more thinking we conspired against her.

I know I've experienced painful situations where everyone knew my problem but me. It wasn't about my clothing but actually about ME. When I finally learned of it I felt betrayed that no one cared enough about me to tell me the truth.

So here's what I've developed to help in the decision-making process when I had information and I wasn't sure I should keep it to myself. I ask myself the question:

"If it were me in that situation would I want/need to know?"

If the answer is yes, I know I have to tell the truth because I really care for the other person. I don't want them to be outside the loop, especially if the situation involves their health, happiness, or state of mind.

If the answer is no, if it would make no difference in the final outcome, I keep the news to myself.

More on telling the truth on my next blog.

In the meantime, if you have any comments please feel free to add them here.
Plus, if you want a copy of 'Top Tips for Managing Anger" you can email me @ stlwazzy@aol.com.

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The Importance of Priorities

I don't know about you,but I struggle with priorities. Instead of moving gracefully through my day I am guilty of many stops and false starts, as I push relentlessly on until there's no more energy left. Then I find I've spent all my time on something I didn't like and ignored the things that matter to me.

I know most of us are guilty of this. We think that once we do 'one more thing' we'll sit down and enjoy ourselves. Yet once we do take the time to relax, we've gone past the point of no return.

That's when the anger and crankiness sets in and we create conflict in our lives.

Case in point is the holidays. Since they are coming quickly, I'm sure you will remember how it was at your house last year.

Generally speaking, we know what snares we seem to fall into every year and we vow to do things differently. I think we forget, however, once we get our decorations down and house back in order, how stressful it truly was. We forget the time we spent slicing and dicing for a new recipe no one really liked. We buy way too many gifts we can't afford and give them to people who don't need them.

I think we have great intentions but we go about it all wrong.

So here's a few suggestions that might help you finally enjoy the season you work so hard to make special:

1. What do you value about the holidays? Is it the decorating? If so, focus on style and design and forget about offering the little candies and cookies that stress you out. If you identify festivities with food, concentrate on the little details that promote your interest.

2. What isn't stressful for you? If your idea of a wonderful Christmas is taking the kids to see Santa then make that a priority and forget about hosting the big party you dread every year.

3. What do you want your friends and family to remember with fondness (and not quake in fear when they think of it): a white elephant gift exchange when Uncle Leroy got the Billy Bass wall plaque that wouldn't shut up, or the sight of you having a meltdown because the poinsettia print on your tablecloth didn't quite match the pointsettias on your cloth napkins?

It's all a matter of making memories ahead of time. Is what I'm doing right now going to resonate happily as I think back on it later? Do I want to overwork and overplan and underenjoy yet another holiday?
It is important to have your priorities in the right place. NOT what someone else thinks is necessary but what you do well and can enjoy while you're doing it.

Truly, most people don't think about what you did or didn't do at the last family gathering. If you're happy and at ease, they'll remember the great conversation and the fun they had relating to everyone there.

So consider your priorities and let the other stuff go.

p.s. Don't forget to email me @ stlwazzy@aol.com if you want a free copy of Top Tips for Managing Anger.

Look at Your Motives

Something that makes perfect sense to you might seem really absurd to someone else. Haven't we all spent time talking to someone in an effort to get our point across? At the end of the conversation you realize that:

A). They actually got offended by what you said,
B). You are no closer to a resolution than when you started,
C). Nothing between you has changed; if anything it's worse.

I don't know about you, but I get mad and confused when that happens. Of course, initially I convince myself that it's all their fault for misunderstanding my simple statements.

It's important to determine our motives when we interact with others. Sometimes we want to win the point and talk the issue to death. We try every conceivable angle in order to pin someone down and convince them how right we are (and how wrong they are).

I can tell that's happening when the person I'm speaking to stops looking at me. I can REALLY tell I'm getting pushy when they rush for the door!

Often we start a discussion to prove how much we know about a certain topic. You'll know you're guilty of this if people suddenly find other tasks to perform just as you open your mouth.

In determining your motives about what you do and say, take a moment and assess just WHY you want to talk. Is it to:

Help (or they will be harmed)
Notify (they need this information)
Enlighten (be careful about this one!)
Encourage (to observe positives)
Soothe (to provide comfort)
Relate (to indicate interest).

Or is it to:

Educate (because they don't know as much as you do)
Patronize (since you're so smart)
Criticize (no explanation needed here)
Punish (since they obviously know what they did and are playing dumb about it)
Insult (same as above).

Most of us would argue that our motives are pure. What's the harm in being truthful or knowing more than someone else does?

Because your motives come across loud and clear. If you filter what you want to say before you say it chances are you'll notice that really, you just want to be a jerk. A bully.

Try this simple test: Observe yourself as if you were the other person. Notice your posture, your demeanor, your attitude. Then listen to your comments BEFORE you actually utter them.

How does it sound now? Be truthful. Does it sound as harmless as you think (hope) it does?

If it doesn't, challenge yourself this week to filter what you say and how you are received by other people.

Maybe you need to reevaluate your motives.

Compassion Overload (Burnout)

In October of 2006 I experienced what professionals refer to as 'Compassion Overload.'

What it really means is I finally had done it. Overdone it, that is.

For months I had overextended myself by working a full counseling schedule plus taking on a service project that pretty much consumed the rest of my time, thoughts, and energy. I was like the Energizer bunny except my batteries were running awfully low.

I noticed that it was getting harder to get out of bed; every day seemed to require more energy than I could muster up. I stopped being attentive to my own spiritual and emotional needs so that I could hyperfocus on what I felt needed to be accomplished.

I developed a facial tic. As I listened to clients share their deepest secrets I remember wondering if it was 'off-putting' that their counselor's right eye was twitching....

normally I'd have laughed it off but I'd lost my sense of humor.

Friends started asking me if I was all right. I'd shrug it off, thinking they were being overly sensitive. I was always all right. I was the professional, right? I was being encouraged by my co-workers to take some time off and relax. Take a rest. Take up a hobby like basket weaving.

But it got worse: I started crying for no reason. It got harder to follow what people were saying. My co-workers were watching me with concerned expressions on their faces.

Finally, I broke.

Normally the phrasing is that someone 'snaps' like a brittle bone. But that's not what I experienced.

I felt as if what worked only moments before simply couldn't function anymore; like a piece of machinery that had been reliable and productive suddenly seizing up and shutting down.

It began in a counseling session. It was a normal day in a normal week. I think I was in the 2nd session of the day (the details are fuzzy) and I had several more sessions scheduled.

As I listened to my client I noticed that her words were blurring together, becoming unintelligible. I peered at her to make sure SHE wasn't losing it.

Nope. It was me.

Excusing myself, I went into our work office and tried to call Patti, the administrative assistant. I got her voice mail. After leaving a blubbering message I tried calling several other co-workers but couldn't reach them either.

Not long after that, I found myself sobbing uncontrollably in our caregiving minister's office. I was surrounded by caring helpers who know me and whom I trust deeply.

I don't know how long I spent there but the result was this:

I was to go on sabbatical immediately. No thinking of work, no talking of work, no working.

I could not contact any clients (Patti would do that for me, referring them temporarily to other counselors). I was to allow my brain to untangle and to do that I had to let go of everything I'd grasped onto so tightly.

It took almost 8 weeks for me to begin to feel like myself again. During that time my confidence was shaken and I found myself depending heavily on my friends. My friend Joann came and stayed with me while Don was out of town to make sure I was okay and that I'd eat.

Patti formed a hedge of protection around me at work, taking the brunt of client's frustrations that they couldn't see me just then. Brian stood over me with an iron fist, enforcing my care when I tried to weasel my way back too soon. God bless them all.

Burnout is frightening. It makes you wonder if you're losing your mind. You wonder if it's permanent. You wonder if you're drooling.

But I've learned something very important: NO ONE is immune from the threat of burnout. In our busy world and frenzied pace it can happen to anyone. The irony is this: Burnout/Compassion Overload occurs when you get so busy you think the world won't turn without you. Imagine my surprise my first day of sabbatical when I looked around and the world was doing just fine. Without my input or permission.

It taught me that I was more valuable when I took care of my own needs. I've learned to be more finicky with my time and energy. I learned (gasp!) that God didn't NEED my help; He just LETS me help because it makes me feel good.

Burnout has definitely changed me. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but I feel it's given me the ability to recognize it's symptoms when I see them in someone else. I'm more careful with my own ministry and career. My health is more important. My life is more important.

My goals have changed. That's why I wrote my book, "Lord, Shut Me Up!" I want to share my expertise with as many people as possible so I can work smarter, not harder.

Please tell other people about my book and this blog. I want to be able to reach people and I just can't do it physically. There are just so many hours in a day and I've proven that I'm not "SuperWazzy."

I have written "Top Tips for Managing Anger" that I'd like to email to you if you request it. Send requests to me at stlwazzy@aol.com.

Take care of yourselves, my friends. Don't let this happen to you.