Hmmm. When I was young, I think I asked a lot of questions and I suspect I tried to talk—often enough that my parents’ refrain, “children are to be seen and not heard,” was very common. I may have chattered some, but I don’t remember.
As a teenager, I was filling out my idealism, and I was interested in heady debates and ideas, not necessarily in that order. I belonged to the debate club, and I learned how to make my points, backed by as much information as I could dig up.
In my twenties, I was a political activist. But I was also a salesman—selling ideas. I learned to persuade—listening and speaking. I was willing to play therapist to any friend, and I was also willing to take on any Jehovah’s Witness in order to try to convert them away from their faith. I was pretty sure of myself, and willing to take up as much time as I could get, yet at the same time, I was already starting to guard the group process—trying to make sure everyone got enough space to say what they needed to say.
In my 30’s this need to assure space for others remained in place, and expanded into more formal areas. I joined a conversational salon where it was very important. I was in drum circles and dance groups, all places where equality was crucial in my eyes. I stopped being so interested in debate. I was much more concerned with building community.
In my 40s, I would like to think that I became more sophisticated in my understanding of how people work together—at any level: the political, the organization; the familial, and the dual. I saw parallels everywhere in each of these levels. I had friends and we hung out and talked about ideas and we made music, but that which we had done in our thirties was falling off. We had children. We withdrew from the world. Our conversations became less of conversation and more business meetings about our kids.
In my 50s, I found places where I could exercise my voice through writing. Because of the asynchronous nature of the internet, there was all the time in the world for me to talk, and listening was so much more efficient. I spoke at length, you will all be surprised to hear. Yet even so, I always felt that it was my job to be the guardian of the process. I had no authority, but I could persuade, and so, when I saw impoliteness and disrespect, I sought to introduce better listening skills. And when I didn’t listen and someone else corrected me, I tried to take that correction gracefully.
Now, I see speaking and listening as being about courtesy, kindness, community building and only then, information or argument. I prefer that everyone gets a chance to speak, and we all listen to the other people’s voices. I hope we are not threatened by anyone else’s point of view. I hope we don’t feel like we have to have the last word. It’s all right to say things once, and not defend them again and again. If you weren’t heard the first time, you probably aren’t going to be heard.
So I have become ever more interested in people. In fact, I am so dependent upon the affection of people, that it is dangerous for my mental health. But I love people. I want them to be happy. And I want myself to be happy, too.