Good article and overview of the four horsemen.
Thanks for posting this,
FF.
As my boundaries have strengthened, I’ve discovered another potential weakness: I can mirror negative emotions before I become aware that I’m doing it.
I caught myself almost falling into that pattern this morning when my husband was telling me a dream he had.
I seldom remember dreaming
anything, and if I do, it’s almost always something really mundane. As an example, a dream I had many years ago is the quintessential Cat dream, if I have one that has a storyline, rather than just a fragment: I dreamed I was in the natural foods store, looking at different brands of tofu!
So, you can imagine, it’s quite different for me to hear about these technicolor dreams that can take over a half hour to share.
My husband told me about dreaming about working in a bookstore and inadvertently selling a rare book that was intended to be in an exhibit. His boss read him the riot act and he thought how much better it was to be a lawyer, than work in this bookstore.
As he had been telling me how responsible he felt yesterday about something which was completely out of his control, yet he still felt guilty, I had a suspicion about what the “Boss” represented in his dream.
While I made coffee, he was lamenting how someone (the Boss) could be so abusive. So I asked if he wanted to hear my thoughts. When he agreed, I asked who the Boss represented, as dreams represent parts of ourselves.
He hung his head like a little boy and I would guess that he thought I was going to say his narcissistic and really abusive father. And then he probably thought I was going to make some negative comparison about how similar he is to his father.
For a moment, I felt his feelings, or what I interpreted to be his feelings: shame, anger, sorrow, pain, frustration. Then I continued, but noted how too much empathy, or being a psychic sponge helps neither of us.
Do you remember how bad you felt yesterday, when it wasn’t at all your fault, nor responsibility? Well, that is the Boss.
He said, “Hmmmm.” I was tempted to say more, but I realized it was better not to.