Here’s a new one for me. Compassion fatigue. I didn’t think up the label, but when I read the blog entry, I immediately understood. How do we deal with compassion fatigue? For healthcare workers, it likely is an issue for their own health. For mothers and caregivers, same. For caring women who do too much for everyone else but themselves, absolutely.
My problem is that I tend to get angry when I’ve given and given, and little is given in return. I’m not talking about taking care of sick people who don’t jump up immediately and take care of you. I of course do not expect nor want that. However, if down the road, I need some help because someone at my house is ill, I do expect that. And if I reach out to you in depression, I do expect some modicum of response on your good days. I am not Mother Theresa. I don’t wish to be. I’m not that good of a person. But I am a mother and close friend of many, and will be the first to show up for my friends who need help.
I want to improve here. I want to give, and not expect anything back. I want to offer everything as a grant and not a loan. But neither do I want to be a rug. It is such a fine balance for me. I am attempting to begin a daily meditating exercise in support of my own center. I’ll be glad to report later on how that is working.
If any of you have suggestions for how you do it, I’d love to hear it.