I’ve been thinking a lot lately about emotional vulnerability. I wrote about this subject about 15 months ago after I discovered social work researcher Brené Brown. I found her TED talk on the subject terribly compelling.
As I’ve continued to think and read about this, I keep uncovering new things to understand about myself — sometimes things I’m not so happy to discover. I knew that the dysfunctional home in which I grew up left all of us feeling shame and fear, but I seem to keep uncovering new layers of the effects it’s had on the ways I’ve lived my life so far.
Over the weekend, I had an epiphany of sorts when I realized the role that shame and lack of vulnerability played when I lost someone important to me about four years ago. I think I’d sort of already known, but it somehow came together in a very clear way that dropped a load of bricks on my head. Or heart. I’m not sure which.
I didn’t realize this for a long time, but I don’t like to take emotional risks, because I’m afraid of being hurt. If you happened to see the piece I wrote for Mother’s Day last week, you might understand why I have a long-term fear of losing women I love. I’ve understand that piece of the puzzle for years, but I don’t think I’d been clear on the fact that I set myself up to lose someone I wanted badly by not being vulnerable — by pulling back when trusting more was the healthy and loving thing to do.
So here’s what I realized.

Doing it for the children? No, they’re doing it for the TV cameras
Good riddance, UAB football: Taxes shouldn’t subsidize college sports
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
The plan sounded fair at the time, but why did I pay for everything?
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
If people say I intimidate them, what am I really doing wrong?
How would we see the gang war in Texas if the faces had been black?
Regardless of political beliefs, why does anyone watch Bill O’Reilly?
I never wanted to be ‘cool,’ but I wanted people to understand me