Compassion
To prepare for writing my book on shame, I read everything I could find on compassion. I ultimately
found a powerful fit between the stories I heard in the interviews and the work of American Buddhist
nun Pema Chödrön. In her book The Places That Scare You, Chödrön writes, “When we practice
generating compassion, we can expect to experience the fear of our pain. Compassion practice is
daring. It involves learning to relax and allow ourselves to move gently toward what scares us.”
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What I love about Chödrön’s definition is her honesty about the vulnerability of practicing
compassion. If we take a closer look at the origin of the word compassion, much like we did with
courage, we see why compassion is not typically our first response to suffering. The word
compassion is derived from the Latin words pati and cum, meaning “to suffer with.” I don’t believe
that compassion is our default response. I think our first response to pain—ours or someone else’s—
is to self-protect. We protect ourselves by looking for someone or something to blame. Or sometimes
we shield ourselves by turning to judgment or by immediately going into fix-it mode.
Chödrön addresses our tendency to self-protect by teaching that we must be honest and forgiving
about when and how we shut down: “In cultivating compassion we draw from the wholeness of our
experience—our suffering, our empathy, as well as our cruelty and terror. It has to be this way.
Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between
equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.
Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”
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In my story, Ashley was willing to be in my darkness with me. She wasn’t there as my helper or to
fix me; she was just with me—as an equal—holding my hand as I waded through my feelings.
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