Some weekends are better than others. I've been fortunate to have been at the beach more than once this summer and host visitors that allowed me to show them a bit of what our beautiful city of
Questions Not Allowed
Dated: July 6 2016
Yesterday I posted a question on a Facebook page to later find out it had been deleted. I thought that perhaps I had not posted it as I thought I had so I posted a similar question again. My second posting was also deleted and my access to making comments was blocked. I was shocked. The page is supposedly to help people heal old wounds and recreate a healthier life and environment. I have been following this page for quite sometime because many of the teachings align with what I believe in. If fact, I have been able to work on some old wounds following some of the principles they teach.
An old wound was open when I felt rejected and not allowed to ask a legitimate question. A sense of confusion when I realized that someone I considered to be a teacher, guide, "Maestro" has shut me down from participating and learning. You are probably wondering what kind of comment I made or what the tone of my question was. You are right. There is always more than one side to the story and who knows, maybe I insulted the teacher or made an offensive comment that granted being blocked. None of that took place.
The posting stated that children should always honor their parents in order to live a full and healthy life. Having witnessed in my previous profession as a mental health clinician the horrific impact of parental physical, sexual, mental and verbal abuse, I asked the teacher if he believed there could be an alternative or a different proposal to those who have been abandoned o severely abused by their mother/father or both. I felt I had to voice my question and by doing so be the voice of those who felt they could not ask such a thing. I thought of this teenage girl who had been repeatedly raped by her father since she was 3 years old and how she would feel if she read that we all must honor our parents in order to live full and healthy life. I cried thinking about her. I felt in my gut the pain she could have felt reading such a statement. I wonder how many others posted questions to the page and were blocked from participating.
Later in the day, one of my clients called me to ask me a couple of questions about the offer we had received on his house for sale. Still moved by having been rejected for having asked a question, I was more aware / sensitive and was able to notice the number of times my client apologized for asking a question. Why do questions are accompanied by an apology or by an "I'm sorry for asking a stupid question"? Where is this coming from? I wonder where and when people learn than being inquisitive and asking questions is not welcomed.
I am thankful for having inquisitive clients and for the lessons all of my clients teach me everyday. Looking forward to answering questions and being graceful when I answer them.
Born and raised in Argentina, Marcela is calling Austin "home" since 2004. She is versatile and multifaceted - being fully bilingual (English-Spanish) and possessing extensive experience with national....
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