We have this poem pinned up in the Hospice where I volunteer. Thought you might find it as helpful as I did?
LISTEN
When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving advice,
you have not done what I
asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why I shouldn't feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I asked was that you
listen.
Not talk or do- just hear me.
When you do something for me that I can and need to do
for myself, you contribute to my fear and weakness.
But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can quit trying to convince you
and can get about the business of understanding
what's behind this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are obvious
and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what's
behind them.
So please listen and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn;
and I'll listen to you .