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The Difference Between Knowing And Understanding


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“I know what you are feeling.”

“I know what you are going through.”

“I know what it is like.”

A simple statement capable of setting of an emotional shitstorm of a reaction.  Of course the expression is meant to show someone care and empathy, but instead the result is usually inciting anger and resentment from the recipient.

“You have no idea what I am feeling!”

“You have no idea what I am going through!”

“You have no idea what it is like!”

Understanding

No one, other than the individual involved can have any concept of what is going on can ever have any knowledge of what is happening at that particular time.  We can only see what we see, hear what we hear.  And the rest is up to perception.

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Of course, we mean well when we try to extend out a hand, especially to someone who is going through a difficult time in their life.  But the misunderstandings that are created all because of the misuse of a simple phrase, “I know…” can leave hurt and devastation, often insurmountable to overcome.

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But when we put a little more thought into our well-intended outreach, we show those that we are trying to support, not that we personally know their angst, but we let them know that we understand the problems that they are facing.  I will never be able to know what it is like to have been adopted and being the parent of two adopted children does not give me the ability to know their life experiences.  All that I can do is offer them understanding.

Even in an area that I consider myself well-versed in, the world of cancer, I will never claim to know what another cancer patient is going through because each person going through their own cancer struggle, is unique to their experience.  When I write stories, I never claim to know what every other cancer survivor experiences, even those who have battled the cancer that I dealt with, Hodgkin’s Lyphoma.  Every case is unique.

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And the same goes when it comes to marriage.  I will never claim to know everything about marriage.  I cannot.  My first two marriages, and there will be no more, have only revealed that I entered into both with false expectations that did not seem like a big deal at the time.  But for the most part, I have left the dissolution of both of my marriages between myself and my exes private and between just the two of us.  No one will never know everything that I have been dealing with.

Why is it such a big deal to recognize a difference between “knowing” and “understanding?”  Because “knowing” is personal.  The only one who can truly “know” what is happening, or how it feels, is the one that is experiencing the event.  It is extremely personal and regardless if it is a happy event or tragedy, it is something that only the person experiencing the event can know what it is like.

When a person going through any event, good or bad, reaches out, they are looking for understanding from others.  It is not necessary for someone to hear how bad someone else’s experience was, when the one seeking support is looking for a way to deal with and get through such an event.  A person struggling is not looking to be told to be appreciative that their situation is not as bad as someone else’s situation.  Most often, all that is being sought, is just the ability to vent to someone who will understand what they are going through.

Understanding does not require the tongue to move.  Understanding provides support that is being sought.  “Knowing” implies that the recipient should expect a certain sequence of events which may or may never happen.  And if those events might cause even more trauma than what is currently being experienced, that is not support.  Expression of “knowing” is a form of narcissism.  And the person seeking support usually does not need any more issues placed upon them.

I am far from being a politically correct person, nor do I have a desire to be one, but this is one particular situation that I will agree that it is important to differentiate the difference between “knowing” what someone is going through, and “understanding” what someone is going through.  When someone reaches out, they are not looking to be made to feel worse, they just want to know that someone understands.

I am an adoptive parent.  I have no idea what it is like to be adopted.  I have an understanding of what my children have gone through, and what to expect.  But only each of my daughters will know themselves, and it will only be each of their own experiences.  And their experiences will be different from even the other children that they were adopted with.  They will only know their own experience, but will be able to understand what their travel mates have gone through, as well as anyone else that they meet.

I am a cancer survivor.  I know only what it took for me to get to this point in my life.  But I have an understanding of the struggles that others face from the disease itself, and the many societal issues that come from that battle.  My survival guilt will be different from others.  Everyone’s cancer experience is unique, even when it is the same cancer, same typing, same treatment, same side effects, and so on, the experience will still be unique.  I will never know what someone else is going through, or has gone through when it comes to cancer, but I will be able to understand.

I am an adult child of divorce (ACOD – great movie by the way dealing with issues of children having grown up in a split home).  My experience of having been a child of divorced parents will be different than what my children will experience.  I cannot know what they are going through, but I can definitely understand.

I am a father in the middle of his second divorce.  I do know that the proceedings of my second divorce are far different from my first divorce.  I know what led up to me filing for both.  But only one of my former spouses had any exposure to the procedure of divorce and that was through a sibling’s divorce.  The circumstances that led to both are not unique, one being children, the other money.  And while divorce is not something anyone plans to expect when getting married, is to divorce, the process itself for both, must be kept between the two individuals.  And that will be the difference between my two divorces.  If you look at both of my divorces processes they both began with an act between both of us.  The problem was between both the husband and the wife.  And when dealing with a divorce, it is when outsiders are allowed input, especially those who have no interest or business being involved in the process, and also have no idea the aftermath that occurs with a bitterly-directed revenge-guided divorce, that the whole reason for the divorce ends up not even being dealt with.  Only the two individuals who are involved will ever truly “know” what led to the divorce and how the divorce should end.

Do you understand?

Walk And Chew Gum


This morning’s walk was quite an active one, much more than I like the morning walk to be.  For me, it is about starting my day, with a clear head, with a positive direction.

Everything can change during this walk, depending on what has happened in the days before.  As of late, you may as well throw everything I am dealing with in a blender and hit the “puree” button.

Like I said, I want my day to start off slowly, and constructively.  I only got a couple of blocks from the front door, when three or four things that have been on my mind regularly, quickly jumbled around in my head for the top story to be dealt with today.

Just as I lost focus of my morning ritual, there he was, Oakley.

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Though Oakley’s coat was much darker than what a golden retriever normally had, he was definitely a golden.  And yes, being the sucker I am for goldens, I had to stop and pet him.  This is not the first time that I have seen Oakley.  It is only natural that he has a very friendly personality.  I immediately got down on the ground so that my head was at the same level as his big “square head.”

Oakley lets me pet him, much the same way I used to pet Pollo, rubbing his chest under his chin, scratching and rubbing his ears, and of course reminding him just how handsome he is.  As I looked up to carry on a conversation with his owner, taking my attention away from Oakley, I got a reminder that my attention was desired somewhere else.

Just as Pollo used to do to me, Oakley took his left front paw, and placed it on my right arm which had been resting on my knee, similar to shaking “paws.”  I looked at Oakley and he had that huge golden grin.

Slowly my focus regained momentum, to start my day as I was intending to, one detail at a time, clear, and sharp.  I lowered Oakley’s paw back to the ground, stood up, and said goodbye to both Oakley and his owner, so that I could continue on my way.  Oakley was not ready to say goodbye, as he stayed in a seated position.  I crossed the street and looked back.  Oakley’s owner was trying to convince him it was time to move on, and Oakley was having no part of it.

Funny, Pollo had a stubbornness about him too.  Oakley was not ready to go, he wanted more attention from me.  Or perhaps he was just helping me, getting me to slow down my thoughts.  Enjoy the day.

Thank you Oakley.

Pollo Met A New Friend


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“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened. ” – Anatole France

I received a message from a dear friend last evening.  She had said goodbye to her fur friend after more than a decade of loyalty and companionship.  There are not many times when I find myself at a loss of words, to try to offer comfort.  For me, I think it is because it depends on how fresh the loss is, but also, as appreciated as the words are at offering consolation, the words do not take away the hurt.

Many may never understand the extreme grief we feel when we lose a pet, especially if one has never owned a pet.  And I will say, the loss of a pet can cause the same intensity of pain, as when we grieve the loss of a human loved one.

“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” – Roger Caras

To understand and accept what someone who is grieving the loss of a pet is going through emotionally, it helps if you realize and acknowledge the role that the fur friend played in the life of its owner.  Perhaps the pet was not just a pet, but a caregiver, giving comfort to someone battling a serious illness.  Police canine officers whos “partners” pass on, lose more than just a co-worker.  Our pets rely on us, to make the decisions for them, what is best for them.

“A pet is never truly forgotten until it is no longer remembered.” – Lacie Petitto

But there is something about adopting a pet that actually provides a feeling of fulfillment.  A bad day at work will not last when you come home to a dog who has not seen you in “who knows how long” because dogs do not have a concept of time.  But that tail is always going to wag, and there will be a smile because he believed that you would come home.  And you would never be questioned where you were or why.  All that mattered was that you were there.

Remembering places that were travelled by pet and owner can bring up lots of happy memories that will not necessarily make the pain of the loss go away, but rather provide comfort through happier memories than in the final days.  Romping in snow, running on a sandy beach, a splash in a pool, or pretending to be a 100 pound lap dog.  There are always going to be plenty of memories to remember happier times.

“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.” – Gene Hill

I am far from done grieving for Pollo.  Long before he went to the Rainbow Bridge, my children had already been discussing “who would replace him.”  My oldest was actually quite rational about it, “I know you will be sad when he dies, but you have a good heart and Pollo would want you to have another dog.”  Well, my children do have another dog, with their mother up north, but as for me, I am still not ready yet.  I want to make sure that I am not “replacing” Pollo, only to be disappointed when the dog does not turn out to be “Pollo.”

I know that some do not understand grieving a pet.  And I am careful about who I discuss my feelings with, because I do not want someone taking the feelings away from me, or dismissing my feelings of loss as irrational.  I am not embarrassed at all about shedding a tear when I remember Pollo.  I have had so many friends reach out to me who have also lost forever friends (you have a pet for their life – that makes it forever) because they understand.  I have not forgotten Pollo and I think of him daily.  I have a lot of pictures of him during his healthier and happier days which gives me some solace in the decision that had to be made.

We had cats that needed our attention as well.  At least one of them could be found regularly sleeping in Pollo’s crate after he passed.  It is normal for other pets who interacted with the departed will also go through grieving, and it is just as important for us to remember that.

I feel very sad right now, not just for my friend’s loss, but for the loss I still feel for Pollo.  But she and her family know that there are plenty of friends close by, who know the pain that is being felt right now, and we are here for them.  Because that is what friends are.

He was a very good dog, friendly, and great with children.  That is what I was able to experience with Cocoa in just the short visits I got to meet him.  But for his family, he was so much more, and they have so many good memories to keep him in their hearts forever.

And Pollo?  I am certain he is having a great time with his new friend Cocoa.

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