๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐——๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐— ๐—ฒ, ๐—œ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—›๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป

Not all violence is loud. Sometimes, ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—น๐˜† โ€” through silence, through stories, through the loss of wonder. We do it politely. Quietly. Convincingly. And without a trace of malice.

It doesnโ€™t look like hatred or cruelty.
It looks like silent withdrawal.
It sounds like โ€œI expected better.โ€
It hides behind phrases like โ€œtheyโ€™re not who I thought they were.โ€

I know this because Iโ€™ve done it.

There was a friend I deeply admired โ€” someone who felt like a compass for how I wanted to show up in the world.
Wise. Articulate. Emotionally present.

But one day, in a moment of stress, they spoke to me with sharpness.
No outright harm. Just a tone that felt off, a response that stung.

And something in me snapped shut.

I didnโ€™t lean in.
I didnโ€™t ask what was going on.
I just quietly began rewriting the story in my head โ€”
from โ€œ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ปโ€ to โ€œ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฒ.โ€
From โ€œ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟโ€ to โ€œ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ธ-๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ.โ€

What I didnโ€™t realise then but now see is that I dehumanised them.

Not by attacking them โ€” but by flattening them.
By turning a full, complex human being into a single moment of imperfection.
By erasing all their nuances in service of my own disappointment.

Thatโ€™s what rupture can reveal:

๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜‚๐˜€ โ€” ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†.
How we move from connection to disconnection, all in the name of self-preservation.

In my work with groups and therapy clients, I see this all the time โ€”
especially with leaders, teachers, therapists, partners, friends, parents.

The people we once held up
โ€ฆbecome the people we quietly take down
the moment they break the image weโ€™ve built around them.

So here are a few gentle reminders for when you catch yourself dehumanising someone you once admired:

1. ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ. Notice the story youโ€™re telling about who they are now. Is it rigid? Is it reductionist?

2. ๐—œ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† What might have been going on for them in that moment? What pressure, what pain, what blind spot?

3. ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—บ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป. What part of you did they carry? Your longing for wisdom? Your hunger to belong? Can you hold that with tenderness?

4. ๐— ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป. If the relationship matters, dare to speak. Not to attack, but to connect.

5. ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ: ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ Itโ€™s a threshold. A place where idealisation ends, and a deeper, more mutual relationship can begin.

Because relationships donโ€™t thrive on perfection.
They thrive on repair.
On the willingness to stay when it gets uncomfortable.
And on the radical act of continuing to see each other as human โ€” even in our messiest moments.

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