Tell Don’t Yell: Communicating Needs in a Clear Assertive Manner

Tell Don’t Yell!

Recently, a close friend was experiencing some exasperation with her partner. What began as a conversation concerning his alleged lack of respect and consideration, rapidly deteriorated and finally escalated into her screaming, “F#!* you, ____!!”

It was obviously ineffectual communication. Personally, my ears slam shut at even the thought of an argument. If you scream, I will not listen. In fact, screaming makes me listen even less.

Long ago, my then four-year old nephew remarked that his “ears closed” when he heard his dad yelling at my sister. Pretty astute awareness for a little boy. And I concur. All that happens when someone raises his or her voice is that my ears immediately become guarded, and in some instances, slam shut. My ears, like those of my nephew, are not open to receiving any sort of anger or loud noise. Especially at issue are words shouted in anger (which is a thin mask for pain, by the way).

A few decades ago there was a commercial that said, “If you want to get someone’s attention, whisper.” Where whispering may not be the answer to healthy communication, I know this for certain: yelling is NOT the way to get anyone’s attention.

Clear, assertive communication is the key to getting a message across. If you have something to say, say it. Don’t whisper and don’t yell. Just state what you are feeling and let it go. Give the receiving party time to digest the information and respond on his or her terms. If you really want to get someone’s attention, try listening.

Wars are started and fought over miscommunication. Relationships are ended, and friendships are slashed over poor communication skills. Again I say, if you want something, if you are feeling something, state you feelings using “I” messages: “I feel” is much friendlier than is “You %&!!!!.”

Starting any conversation by expressing one’s feelings, instead of accusing/attacking another is much more effective. And in the end, isn’t what we all want is simply to be heard with respect?

I am compelled to add a caveat here: yelling as in primal screaming* to release harsh emotions is not in the same category as yelling at someone in frustration. By all means, if primal screaming will release anger and frustration, go to the place where that emotion can be harmlessly released and primally scream until your lungs collapse. Please though, don’t yell at another human.

~With love, light, and gratitude.

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As always, thank you, often. With love, light, and especially, gratitude!

*To learn more about Primal Screaming, read Blessings in the Mire: A True Story of Miracles & Recollections.

Does It Feel Like Home?

Does it feel like home…

Today I am in Utah where the temperature has dropped almost 50 degrees in less than twelve hours, and snow is piling up on the lawn and frosting the daffodils. Yesterday was a record-breaking high of 80 degrees. Today, it hovered around 33. That’s fairly typical of the weather in this region: From shorts to galoshes all in one weekend!

I recall an apt old saying that goes something like, “If you don’t like the weather in Utah, wait a minute.” It’s the cold harsh truth that the seasons are unpredictable. And knowing this, I really wish I had packed a little closer to that truth. My shorts and sandals are really not sufficient! Oh well, it’s all perfect, as I like to remind myself.

Although I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, it’s no longer the place where I call “home.” And if home is where the heart is, as opposed to where the relatives live, my heart definitely has a home in a completely different climate! But here, I am in an environment with little surprises. I know the neighborhoods, the cool places to shop, eat, and make merry, and I have a lot of friends and acquaintances if I’m interested in catching up. The security of the familiarity is as solid as the Wasatch Front and the Rocky Mountains. It sort of feels like home, or at least I tell myself that it should. When I stop and pay attention to my gut, it feels comfortable in that old fitting familiar garment sort of way; And then the truth blasts from my heart: This is no longer home.

Regardless of how much time is spent in any geographical location, what is it that really impacts where we consider our home? I’ve contemplated this today as I watched the birds brave the winter weather to eat from the feeders.

Salt Lake City

Salt Lake City (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Watching the nervous birds, it occurs to me that although they come to the feeders for sustenance, the feeders are not their home. Figuratively of course, maybe the trips to SLC provide a certain level of nourishment for me as well. I certainly hope this is true, because I have had reason to return here twice since last October, and I’m beginning to wonder about the motives.

Sometimes it’s best to stretch the comfort zone, because the alleged comfort is really a thin veil for habit, rut, familiar, and/or fear of change. Just because grandma used to say, “better the devil you know,” does not mean it’s a wise choice to stay where one’s heart is decidedly not. The operative word here is “decidedly.” If you have not decided (or for that matter, have not even looked at the possibilites of choice) where home is based according to your heart’s yearnings, are you living an authentic life? Is it time for a new pair of shoes? How can we ever hope to find balance between understanding the difference of greener grasses and living in a position of fear? Which is it? Where is your authentic home? Is it a conscious choice?

~As always, with love, light, and much gratitude.