Friday, February 21, 2014

Are Needy People Draining You, too?



I ask you the question, are needy people draining you, too?  By that question, you probably realize they are draining me.  I don’t like feeling that way.  I would much rather have the patience of a Saint and the solutions to everyone’s problems.

Of course, if I had that kind of patience, there would be a statue someplace dedicated to Saint Pam.  There is not.

If I could solve everyone’s problems, I’d probably be rich, or at least have been on Oprah, where my fame would be launched, soon to be followed by those riches.  Well, I can tell you my bank account is only double digit and my caller ID has yet to come up with Oprah on it.

And speaking of caller ID.  I have found myself checking it more consistently before answering. I have yet to refuse to answer a call from anyone; but I’m prepared to do just that.  You see, I’ve found myself feeling emotionally drained after talking to some people.

Yet, I do care.  I’ve recently acquired several books in my quest for information that will help these needy friends.  One by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend titled, “Safe People”; and another by Stephen Arterburn titled “Healing is a Choice”.   I’ve spend the better part of my vacation reading them.  And what did I learn?

From the first, I learned that if I don’t stop worrying about my friends, I will be the one to have the problems.  I’ll go from clenching my jaw and headaches, to sleepless nights, to higher blood pressure, to serious illness. 

Yet, when and if that happens, I know those same needy people will be among those who call to see how I’m recuperating.  That’s exactly why I spend the time reading those books.  Because I care.

And there I am, clenching my jaw whenever I see one of their names on the caller ID, feeling my blood pressure rising as I answer, forcing myself to sound positive and supportive, instead of saying what I really am tempted to say.

Then by the time I hang up the phone I have a headache, my stomach is in a knot and I feel tears stinging my eyes because I feel that I have failed my friends again.

So, perhaps I need to reread that book that reminds me about “Safe People”, and give each of them a copy of “Healing is a Choice”, because after reading it, I know that’s exactly what it is.  A choice both of them had to make for themselves.  

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