
Please allow me to preface this by saying…I am boundary pusher! I don’t know how to not push boundaries. I can contribute ignoring boundaries to things I consider successes in my life. My caregivers and friends can attest to me being a boundary pusher my entire life. My “No” and “Yes” receptors must be confused. Graduate school created a new set of boundaries for me to push. It allowed me to guiltlessly see how far I could push boundaries and be rewarded in the process! I fed my addiction to pushing boundaries. When I push a boundary something possibly happens with my dopamine neurotransmitter. Ok, I may be stretching it some! Until I decided to become a helper and enter various professional and therapeutic relationships. I noticed something different.
True Story! I went to get a much-needed massage and the masseur ask the usual question, “Is there any area you would like me to pay special attention to today?” I looked at him and said, “My whole body hurts!” Why had I allowed myself to get to this point? Ignoring boundaries had gotten the best of me!
Boundaries are important in any relationship. How are your boundaries with your current employer? What are you willing to do or not do for that promotion or new position? When exactly do you draw the line in your relationships? We have the tendency to stretch ourselves very thin, leaving only minimal time and energy for anything or anyone outside of helping people. We know how to help, but we seem to have a hard time being helped. We tend to allow the needs of others detwrmine our choices and decisions. We sometimes allow helping others dictate how and if we care for ourselves. I was recently asked, how do I know when I need a break. I almost immediately responded by saying when my tolerance for people is low or nonexistent. I know it is time for me to take some time to myself, for myself, and for the sake of people who interact with me during this time. I can become unpleasant and extremely short with people. This is not the person that I want to be and I don’t like me when I am in this state. I felt I was doing great by being able to identify these things about myself. So I was then ask, the simplest, yet, puzzling question, why do I allow myself to be in this state if I know I don’t like it. Why not do something or take a break beforehand. I looked at MY therapist as if she was a genius and thought to myself, I’ve got to do better!! I can no longer push the same boundaries that I am accustomed to pushing. It interferes with who I am as a clinician and a person. It interferes with my relationships, and my purpose, and I can’t have that! I can no longer operate in the same manner. Things have to be different. I’m playing with a new set of boundaries. Not only does my life and health depend on the boundaries that I establish, but so does the care of others. I have to establish boundaries in areas of my life to create balance, and become more aware of when enough is enough before it’s too much. Note to self: Replenish yourself daily. How can we pour into people when we are empty?
To the helpers and caregivers who have a sense of healthy boundaries and are able to operate within your boundaries more often than not. You’re AWESOME and don’t let anyone tell you anything different!
Today, I learned of the passing of client. This is number four in 2 years, 3 this year! Yes, it’s hard mentally and emotionally. When I entered the field of helping people, that’s all I wanted to do was help. My mind didn’t go past helping people. I don’t know if I didn’t allow mind to process the evolution of a person or I chose not to…the verdict is still out on that one. I forgot to remember that a person will for sure do one thing, and that is die. I am always so caught up in living that I forget the indisputable. When I came to the realization that clients will die. I immediately assumed that I would be a lot further along in my career. I was only a few months out of graduate school when my first client passed away. I was devastated. I didn’t want to work, I sat in the dark for a while wondering…”Is this really for me?” “Can I handle this?” and “Why am I feeling like this?” I had to remember this is someone I met with several times a week and had become accustomed to seeing, and now I would no longer see them. This person wasn’t family, but it hurt! See, this person didn’t have family so at some point did our relationship change? When this person went into the hospital I did a community visit, as they had requested, not knowing it would be my last. Personally, I wanted to stay and be by this individual’s side, but the clinician had to leave. This moment gave a different meaning to “holding hope.” What I didn’t know is that holding hope can feel like a punch in the gut. That’s the part that I wasn’t taught and don’t feel like I could have been taught. I had to experience another dynamic of holding hope; one without a happy ending. It’s hard not to become “numb” in this profession. That would be an easy way to survive, but in this field, one can’t simply survive you must thrive. Once you stop feeling can you still be compassionate? Can you still HELP? Not even the best school can prepare you for the loss of a client. At the end of the day you’re left with a “different kind of grief”. One that has the ability to be debilitating and gives you the strength to continue to help people. At the point you realize how much this person has contributed to your growth as a clinician and as a person. You then understand that they have contributed to you being able to help someone else. Learn what you endure, in this profession you must have emotional boundaries. What can you mentally and emotionally tolerate without becoming numb to the needs of others? Know your boundaries and respect them. At the end of the day, loss is loss. It may hurt differently with every encounter, but it still hurts.