being more cynical than the next man I tend to steer clear of pop psychology type stuff and absolutely loathe the guilt tripping emails that sometimes circulate, so its with a little trepidation that I post this below.
Seems to me to be good solid advice, and this is an era where its probably more badly wanted than ever - social isolation, suicide etc. etc. Also it seems Ray Houghton can do more than score the odd important goal
- see the end, you'll get it.
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[FONT=verdana, helvetica, arial]A Poem About Listening[/FONT]
Please, just listen. When I ask you to listen to me, and you start giving advice, you have not done what I asked. When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings when I ask you to listen to me, and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I asked was that you listen, not talk, or do... just hear. Advice is cheap: twenty-five cents will get you both dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper, and I can do that myself. I'm not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless. When you do something for me that I can, and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy. But when you accept, as a simple fact, that I do feel no matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince you and get about the business of understanding what's behind this irrational feeling. And, when that's clear, the answers are obvious and I don't need advice. Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what's behind them. Please listen and just hear me, and if you want to talk wait a minute for your turn, and I'll listen to you.
Ray Houghton, M.D.
Teen Times, Nov/Dec 1979
Seems to me to be good solid advice, and this is an era where its probably more badly wanted than ever - social isolation, suicide etc. etc. Also it seems Ray Houghton can do more than score the odd important goal
- see the end, you'll get it. [FONT=verdana, helvetica, arial][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, helvetica, arial]A Poem About Listening[/FONT]
Please, just listen. When I ask you to listen to me, and you start giving advice, you have not done what I asked. When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings when I ask you to listen to me, and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I asked was that you listen, not talk, or do... just hear. Advice is cheap: twenty-five cents will get you both dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper, and I can do that myself. I'm not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless. When you do something for me that I can, and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy. But when you accept, as a simple fact, that I do feel no matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince you and get about the business of understanding what's behind this irrational feeling. And, when that's clear, the answers are obvious and I don't need advice. Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what's behind them. Please listen and just hear me, and if you want to talk wait a minute for your turn, and I'll listen to you.
Ray Houghton, M.D.
Teen Times, Nov/Dec 1979