I have been thinking a lot about the concept of empathy lately. Although it sounds like a very admirable quality, I also think that I could and might sometimes delude myself into thinking I can actually put myself in the shoes of another person. I am not convinced that I can ever do that. I can certainly often identify with certain aspect of a person’s condition or situation but I cannot bring the same history to that condition or situation which the other person brings to it. I can, as Merriam-Webster suggests in the following definition attempt to be sensitive to the fact that the other person may be having a feeling, which I have also experienced. Their definition:
Full Definition of EMPATHY Merriam-Webster dictionary
1
: the imaginative projection of a subjective state into an object so that the object appears to be infused with it
2
: the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for this
Dr. Jeremy Sherman suggests in an article entitled “Empathic Intelligence: To put yourself in their shoes, unlace yours. (Ambigamy). He also quotes and F. Scott Fitzgerald and then adds his own poignant comment:
“F. Scott Fitzgerald said “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.”
To which I’d add that the test of a first-rate capacity for empathy is the ability to hold two opposed positions in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to think for yourself.”
Dr. Sherman in an article on Jon Stewart in Psychology Today (psychologytoday.com) states:
“But if you’re a one-trick phony you can ignore all, that thanks to the availability of synonyms for your favorite virtues that make them sound bad. Serenity is defeatism, denialism, spinelessness. Courage is stubbornness, aggressiveness, being overbearing. Love is good but being a suck-up is bad. Freedom is good, but recklessness is bad. Same denotation; opposite connotation.”
This reminds me that for me there is no way to leave myself and actually put myself in the shoes of another. I will bring my life experiences, expectations, biases and emotional history to the meeting with another. Thus I might mistake courage for stubbornness or stubbornness for tenacity. Depending on my experiences and emotional history I might set boundaries on my willingness to join the other person where they are at or where I think that they are.
Three people recently reminded me of my illusion of empathy. One is a young man in his forties – the same age as my son – who, because of a fall several years ago – has been unable to get himself out of bed or have control over the lower half of his body. He also has some impairment in the use of the upper part of his body. It is important to note that he is an African American who has lived with racism all his life. His personal history includes a history of alcoholism and a history of being a professional musician.
Another of the people who I have been attempting to identify with is a man who is being tried for the murder of his wife. Both he and his wife were recovering alcoholics/addicts who had relapsed.
Third, is a man who I think may also be in recovery, is in his forties, has recently gone back to college, and is working at a janitorial job? He cannot afford an apartment on his own and, thus, has to share an apartment. For some reason he was recently asked to move out of the apartment he was sharing with two other men. He also does not have a driver’s license. Again, I do not know the circumstances of his losing his drivers license.
In each of these situations I have wanted to be supportive and, yet, challenging in a respectful way. I expect that from people who care about me. Yet, I also know that I can sometimes experiencing people as patronizing, condescending and thinking they understand when they do not have a clue. I can also experience them as discounting of my feelings or assuming that I just have to accept my lot in life. None of those reactions feel empathetic to me no matter how well intentioned that they wanted to me.
Certainly I can and have put myself in learning situations such as workshops where I am blindfolded for the day. That may be helpful in a limited way, but I still know that the end of the day I can take off the blindfold. I have also been in workshops where I was put in a brace, which prevented me from moving my lower body. Again, that is helpful in getting a sense of what it means to be differently abled, but it is only for a day.
If I want to approach empathy I am going to have to be a good listener without getting sucked into the depth of depression or hopelessness which the other person may be experiencing. It will not be helpful if we have two hopeless, depressed or angry people. This is never easy. My friend who is paralyzed and who has been feeling and believing that he is a helpless victim I want to challenge to think beyond these feelings. Yet, I have to think about what it might be like to be so dependent. I know that being dependent has been a fear of mine. It is much easier for me to give help than it is to accept it. In order to put myself in the shoes of the man who is paralyzed I have to be willing to face my fear of being dependent. I have to honestly ask myself if I could move beyond my anger and disappointment. I might and probably would talk about how emotionally and physically painful it would be to challenge myself to think of myself as differently abled instead of disabled. It is one thing to say to this man, “You are differently abled. You are not disabled. For God’s sake, it has been several years and you are focused on what you cannot do instead of what you can do.” It is quite another to truly allow myself to get in touch with my own feeling of helplessness or emotional pain.
The same issues present themselves with the man in jail charged with murder or the man without a car and driver’s license and little money who might soon be homeless.
Empathy for me means that I have to face parts of myself, which might very well be uncomfortable, frightening, or even painful. The most difficult challenge for me to be a friend, a therapist, or a father is to do what I am recommending that the other do. Although our particular situations may be very different, the fact remains that we all have emotional and spiritual challenges. If I stay in the “helper/father” role I am doing something for another and not doing something with them.
If my memory serves me correctly it was Mark Twain who suggested that the truly educated man was one who could spend all day with a hobo or homeless person and be comfortable learning something and then later that day be at a state dinner at the While House, be comfortable and learn something. (I tried to verify this but goggle failed me.) The short version is to say that being educated means that one is comfortable knowing one has much to learn from everyone, being willing to learn. and yet confident about being oneself.
Is this empathy? I hope so. It is the only way I know to approach it.
Written August 22, 2015