kaberett: (the lost thing)
kaberett ([personal profile] kaberett) wrote2020-01-09 10:00 pm

[working definitions] vulnerability

I've been noticing, working my way through Brené Brown's books, that many of the ways in which she defines or exemplifies vulnerability are just... not intuitive to me. They don't stick; they're an active effort to think my way through every single time I try to engage with the concepts involved. "To be vulnerable is to be capable of being hurt; to be weak is to be unable to withstand injury" is a definition she suggests that sort of works for me on an abstract level -- I at least don't have to work to remember it -- but I don't experience any emotional resonance with it.

Here's an alternative I've been turning over: vulnerability is offering people more complete data so as to enable them to better model me.

On the one hand, I can sort of see that it might sound more impersonal, more abstracted, than the explanation proposed in the previous paragraph -- and on the other it's one that I am viscerally attuned to, to the point that typing it out leaves me hyper-aware of my belly and my throat, of my physical softness, of my -- yes -- vulnerability made manifest. ("The delicacy of my skin" might need to feature in a poem, hmm.)

It seems to be a succinct and internally intuitive way for me to encode the thought-shape of hope-and-fear inherent in letting people see me by showing them how to hurt me (by telling them how I work), with its mirror terror that even if I try I won't be understood.
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[personal profile] rugessnome 2020-01-10 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
not saying this is applicable to you--for me, idk, being ridiculous is fine! great! I like being ridiculous (I say this tongue in cheek, though, because people laughing at things I take more seriously can Hurt)

but the big thing is that with my past and possibly even predispositions, when telling people I like something, the response can bleed into moral judgment territory in my brain, into existential anxiety, into "you are a Terrible Bad person" and um that's... ouch.