Our eight-year-old labradoodle, Teddy, had knee surgery last Tuesday. He tore his ACL and meniscus chasing squirrels in the yard.
Humans wear an invisible Cone of Shame, too.
Here’s what I keep thinking about. Teddy’s cone is right there for everyone to see, and it’s doing its job — keeping him from licking the very wounds that need to heal.
The cruel thing about shame is that, unlike Teddy’s cone, ours is invisible — so it grows in secret. And nothing stops you from doing the thing you long to do quite like shame you’ve never spoken aloud.
I don’t know about “fun”, but I’m moving and writing a book! thanks for these wonderful pieces.
Wow - I'm so thrilled to hear that. I am do it as well. Using visualization and writing it in my journal almost each day. Keep going!