Sowing seeds of compassion
from these teenagers and not compassion for the adults in their lives.
This isn’t always the case. We have all met bitter and angry adults who rail against an unjust world. They seek vengeance because they have been wronged, and their anger seems justified. Yet, it makes me wonder about the children who don’t end up that way. What is different about them? Temperament? Family and school environments? Nature or nurture?
There are no simple answers, but there are some things I have learnt through my own journey over the past year. I have had a mysterious painful illness over the past 18 months that defies medical explanation. After telling me that my tests were normal and that I should therefore not worry, the kindly medical professionals had nothing to offer. I found myself lurching between two extremes. I would either grit my teeth and soldier on with work and leisure, pretending I was okay and could do everything that I had done before, or I would become overwhelmed and devastated by what had become of me.
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But in the past few months, when I have had enough time to take care of myself, I find myself coping better. I pace my work, take naps, pause to notice what is happening in my body, and treat it with kindness. Then I find I can notice others. I look around the doctor’s waiting room, and I see the tense bodies and anxious expressions. Everybody has something going on.
Children too need time and distance to make meaning of their own difficult experiences. When they have been cared for in their distress, they can then recognise it in others.
To offer pain as the grist to the mill of wisdom, you need one other thing. It is the presence of a caring person or community.
The wise young people
I meet have in common that one person in their life — a trusted family member, friend, teacher, or therapist. In their book What Happened to You, Bruce Perry and Oprah Winfrey explain how the presence of one caring adult in the life of a child can mitigate the profound effect of trauma in childhood. We need that one person who will bear witness to our suffering and remind us that we are not alone in our pain.
I have learnt to listen and not offer solutions as my young patients observe their pain from a distance. The only thing I can teach them is the language to be kind to themselves instead of critical. Then I watch them opening themselves up to the possibility that they will not just get through, but perhaps grow from the pain.