one of the biggest shocks about growing up was discovering that motherfuckers cannot read minds. I am still shaken up about this.
but what mf can do is learn about you. Communication can and does go beyond just the verbal corrections. It can be body language, the tightness of shoulders or sudden lack of eye contact. its tricky tho, to just go from physical cues alone. a picture paints a thousand words is not actually true, unless the artist explains their point.
For me, when I’m triggered and tensed up — my body is painting the picture of rejection for the other. They might think im angry, or that they did something wrong. But the words i need to hear are ‘you’re safe, of course you feel that way’ instead of ‘what‘s wrong with you’
for me, ive communicated that I like when others pry a bit for my emotions. I’m such an explosion of colours, the observer needs to decipher the blues in a way that makes me feel they care. Which is by asking. I’m not asking them to know what the hell im painting, the brush strokes of my experience, but it goes a long way to talk about it. Even if it just means leaning into the observer and saying ‘could you please get me some water… I’m running dry… ‘