An EMPATH here, on experiencing the pains of oneself, as well as, others, translated…
To This Very Day, I’d, Firmly Believed, that Those Who are Willing, to Accept How Others Feel, it’s Something Rare, and Precious………
Having a blood phobia, hating the pains, but believing that I was, in overall good health, I’d, stay as far as I possibly can from hospitals, and yet, one time, as I needed the drip at the hospitals, it’d, enforced my own blood phobias even more, and the reason was, that I had a, passionate nurse that time.
As She’d Listened to Me Patiently, She’d, Smiled at Me
Due to the treatment needs that day, I had to have a needle implanted into my arms, to prepare for my injections into my veins later. As that young nurse smiled and walked into my ward, I’d, immediately felt full of energy, like in that hot Japanese soap “Love can Last into Eternity”, the female lead, Sakura Nanase’s full of energy. And, just as I’d supposed, this nurse was, very personable, started up a casual conversation with me, to help me relax, then, explained what she was about to do to me. Seeing how I got nervous, she’d inquired, “are you, fearful of pain?” “yeah, I am, so fearful of blood too, that’s why I don’t dare come to the hospital.”, like I was, pouring my heart out, I’d, ranted it all out incessantly, after she’d heard me out patiently, she’d smiled at me, then, started, patting my arms to find the veins, then told me, “okay, in just a bit, take, a deep, breath!”, then I’d started, concentrating on, taking my breaths, deeply. Once, twice, three times………although I had my eyes closed all this time, but I’d felt, I may have, taken, fifty deep breaths already, and yet, the needle’s still not, implanted in yet, and, as fear took me over more and more, this young nurse rang the buzzer!
Then, a senior nurse marched in asked about my situation, and, taught the younger nurse to stick the needle in from the back of my arms. I’d cried aloud on the inside, “don’t leave me! So long as you’re now, here!”, but, there’s just, the young nurse and I remaining in my hospital room. And so, I’d, comforted myself, the nurse in the Japanese soap also was, quite inexperienced from the start, but, she’s, okay, she’d not switched gears, with the technical skills, and the passions, still, intact? I’d commended her in my heart, and finally, it’d, worked, and although, before the success, I’d still sweated some cold sweats as the nurse screamed, “ahhhhhhhhhh, blood on my pants!”
like this??? Illustration from online
But, just as I thought it was all done well, the young nurse started up again, “Wait for a bit, I need to, change a set of brand new sheets for you.”, she’d just, inserted the injection needles, why would she need to change my bed sheets? Having my doubts, I’d, finally, decided to open my eyes, to see what the heck was happening all around me. As I looked, there wasn’t just blood on her own pants, the blood covered my fingers, the bed sheets too………
This, Thrilling Experience, isn’t, All that, Negative in Sum
And because of how scared I was to look, it seemed that I’d, dissociated my self, so I’d not known how I got here, naturally, I’d, not noted how the nurse looked along the way. Thinking back, maybe it’s how I’d, sent the signals of how scared I was, that it’d, increased her pressures? In other words, perhaps, it was, her, overly accepted my fear, hoping that in what she did, she can somehow, lessen the pains I was experiencing a bit, that’s why this happened? Had I taken a calmer mindset, and, dealt with the pains more evenly, maybe, I wouldn’t lose this much blood?
Although I still don’t have an answer for this, but, this somewhat shocking experience for me, wasn’t all negative, it’d, enlightened me, because, I’m someone who also, easily, overidentifies with others. Several years ago, on a long trip, because I’d felt ill, on my flight back, I’d suddenly gotten reminded of how those animals being shipped in tight containers; I was only dizzy, and my destination was my own home, and, the more than ten hours of me, getting stuck in economy class, was harder to endure, and those animals that didn’t have a drop of water to drink, headed over to the slaughter house, how trying they must’ve, had it? As I thought up to here, I’d started, crying on the plane, felt even more ill, in the end, it’d only, made my sickness worse, and, it’d not helped one bit, those animals that are, shipped off.
illustration from UDN.com
To this very day, I’d still believed, that it’s something precious, to empathize with others. But, too much empathy, or not enough of it isn’t good. Or maybe, overempathizing is still the better. After all, through over empathizing, that’s how we will come to understand how others are feeling.
And so, this, is the life of, another empath, this person feels the pains herself, then, she’d, felt the pains of others, and that, is how it all begins, we first, noted our own feelings, and become, aware of them, and after we’d, sorted through all of our own feelings, we’re, better able to, empathize with others, and, help them, alleviate the pains, the sufferings that others are, going through too.
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