Not all violence is loud. Sometimes, ๐๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ป๐๐น๐ โ through silence, through stories, through the loss of wonder. We do it politely. Quietly. Convincingly. And without a trace of malice.
It doesnโt look like hatred or cruelty.
It looks like silent withdrawal.
It sounds like โI expected better.โ
It hides behind phrases like โtheyโre not who I thought they were.โ
I know this because Iโve 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 didnโt lean in.
I didnโt ask what was going on.
I just quietly began rewriting the story in my head โ
from โ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ต๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ปโ to โ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฒ.โ
From โ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ผ๐ฟโ to โ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ธ-๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฟ.โ
What I didnโt 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.
Thatโs what rupture can reveal:
๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐๐ โ ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ต๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ถ๐๐.
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
โฆbecome the people we quietly take down
the moment they break the image weโve built around them.
So here are a few gentle reminders for when you catch yourself dehumanising someone you once admired:
1. ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ. Notice the story youโre telling about who they are now. Is it rigid? Is it reductionist?
2. ๐๐ป๐๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐ What might have been going on for them in that moment? What pressure, what pain, what blind spot?
3. ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐น๐ฎ๐ถ๐บ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป. What part of you did they carry? Your longing for wisdom? Your hunger to belong? Can you hold that with tenderness?
4. ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป. If the relationship matters, dare to speak. Not to attack, but to connect.
5. ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ: ๐ฟ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐๐ฟ๐ฒ Itโs a threshold. A place where idealisation ends, and a deeper, more mutual relationship can begin.
Because relationships donโt 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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