There are three methods which indicate emotionally immature behaviour. We might grade ourselves on a scale of one to 10 according to our propensities.
Firstly, we might sulk.
That is, we simultaneously get very upset
while refusing to explain to the person who has upset us what the problem might
actually, be. The insult to our pride and dignity feels too great. We are too
internally fragile to reveal that we've been knocked we hope against hope that
another person might simply magically understand what they've done and fix it
without us needing to speak. Rather as an infant who hasn't yet mastered language might
have a hope that a parent would spontaneously enter their minds and just guess
what was ailing them.
Secondly, we might get furious.
Another response is to get extremely and disproportionately angry with the disappointing person our fury may look powerful but no one who felt powerful would have any need for such Titanic rage inside. We feel broken at sea and bereft but our only way of reasserting control is to mimic an aggrieved emperor or taunted Tiger. Our insults and viciousness are in their coded ways admissions of terror and defenselessness. Our pain is profoundly poignant our manner of dealing with it a good deal sadder.
It takes a lot of courage to admit to someone who hurt us that we care that they have power over us that a key bit of our life is in their hands. It may be a lot easier to put up a strenuous wall of indifference at precisely the moment when we are most emotionally vulnerable to a loved one's behaviour. We insist that we haven't noticed a slight and wouldn't give a damn anyway. We may not simply be pretending. Remaining in touch with our wounds may have become conclusively intolerable. Not feeling anything may have replaced the enormous threat of being fully alive. These three responses pointers in turn to the three markers of emotional maturity.
Firstly the capacity to explain.
That is the power simple
to describe but with a bit proper accomplishment in practice to explain why we are upset
to the person who's upset us. To have faith that we can find the words that we
are not pathetic or wretched for suffering in a given way and that with a bit
of luck, we will find the words to make ourselves understood by someone whom we
can remember deep down even at this moment of stress is not our enemy.
Secondly the capacity to stay calm.
The mature person knows
that a robust self-assertion is always an option down the line. This gives them
the confidence not to need to shout immediately to give others the benefit of
every doubt and not to assume the worst and then hit back with undue force. The
mature like themselves enough not to suspect that everyone would have a good
reason to mock and slander them.
Thirdly the capacity to be vulnerable.
The mature know and
have made their peace with the idea that being close to anyone will open them
up to being hurt. They feel enough
inward strength to possess a tolerable relationship with their own weakness.
They are unembarrassed enough by their emotional nakedness to tell even the
person who has apparently humiliated them that they require help. They
trust ultimately that there is nothing wrong with their tears and that they
have the right to find someone who will know how to bear them.
In turn, these
three traits belong to what we can call the three cardinal virtues of emotional
maturity: Communication, Trust & Vulnerability. These three virtues were
either gifted to us during a warm and nourishing childhood or else we will need
to learn them arguably as adults. This is akin to the difference between growing up speaking a
foreign language and having to learn it over many months. As an adult however
the comparison at least gives us an impression of the scale of the challenge
ahead of us. There is nothing to be ashamed of concerning our possible present
ignorance. At least half of us weren't brought up in the land of emotional
literacy. We may just never have heard adults around us speaking an emotionally
mature dialect so we may; despite our age, need to go right back to school and
spend five to ten thousand hours learning with great patience and faith, the beautiful and complex grammar of the language of
Emotional Adulthood.
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