The concept of boundaries is hard to understand when you are the person that doesn’t take them seriously. It’s hard to understand something you don’t believe in. Something you might not take seriously unless you’re the one being crossed. Maybe I could use that as an excuse for one or two times, but when there is consistent places where feelings are hurt, ignored or pushed aside - then it becomes more of a habit. A habit of doing on one side and a habit of accepting it on the other.
But there are times in life when we are expected to do hard things. Setting boundaries is as hard for me as it is for some people to learn and understand what they are, where I stand and not to cross them. It can be uncomfortable because I am so accustomed to letting certain things happen, to not taking things personally or seriously, to letting things slide. Maybe my personality doesn’t seem like I would be that type of person, a softy of sorts. Someone who forgives too fast and too much. But I figured out why I do. Often it is because of who someone is, or their age, or how they grew up. The truth is that has nothing to do with me, and I have to not care about WHY you are hurting me and care about the fact that you ARE hurting me. Flipping that switch can be hard for someone like me.
Things aren’t comfortable all the time. That’s just not how life works, I understand that fully. Trust me, my health issues make that an abundantly clear fact almost daily. But my feelings should not be something that are constantly hurt, it’s not sensitivity, it’s not being “too much”. It truly is understanding that your boundaries have been crossed and knowing that the person crossing them doesn’t care that they were there to begin with. That’s where the hurt comes in.
The dismissal of something you know hurts someone else, and doing it anyway.
So I hope this post will help someone think about how they treat someone else, how they understand that person and maybe taking a look into what that person needs from THEM to feel comfortable, loved, acknowledged and most of all, celebrated.



















