When somebody gives me a compliment, I often reply:
It takes one to know one.
I believe that, too. Seeing a positive attribute — like kindness, generosity, humor, or creativity — means you have some of that quality, also. Otherwise, you wouldn’t recognize or value it.
Yesterday, at an EMDR (Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing) therapy session. I said
It takes one to know one
in a very different way, about a painful and persistent memory from when I was a child in the hospital.
As I’ve described in a previous post, a very unkind, ungenerous, humorless, and non-creative Doctor Hyatt, in 1963, responded to my telling him I was in excruciating pain by:
- calling me a “spoiled brat”
- refusing to help in any way,
- saying, “You’re just doing this for attention and there are really sick children here!” and
- leaving me alone, in my hospital room.
Then, I was
- still in pain,
- shamed, for expressing pain,
- worried that I had somehow caused harm to the sick children all around me, and
- horribly confused by why an adult had gotten so angry at me, when all I had done was try to survive.
In some ways, I have spent my whole life, since then, trying to figure out and let go of that experience.
Yesterday, in EMDR therapy, I revisited that encounter with Dr. Hyatt, and I
- beat the stuffing out of a pillow,
- yelled, “You’re fired!” and
- replied to being labeled a spoiled brat with “It takes one to know one!”
After that session, I hope to be less inclined to fear other people suddenly becoming angry at me, for no reason.
It took one to know one, yesterday, in these photos I took, one after another:
One more one thing to know: it takes one blogger to know one (or more) reactions from you, with gratitude.
Knowing thanks to my EMDR therapist, George, to everybody else who contributed to my creating this post, and to you — of course! — for visiting here, today.