- Discomfort & Insecurity of either myself or the person with whom I’m engaging from a lack of firm boundaries. Whether it stems from proxemics, physical boundaries or emotional discomfort due to unfamiliarity or social incompatibility.
- Disappointment from having unmet expectations, often ones that were not communicated clearly, if at all.
“Discomfort and disappointment? Risky? Phsaw, Cassie, I’m gonna jump out of a plane, swim with some sharks and have unprotected oral sex with a relative stranger, don’t talk to me about risk.”
Just hear me out. (Also, high five, those can all be solid choices, so long as you have a risk profile (think interpersonal risks, not a business/financial risk) you do your best to adhere to and communicate so that informed enthusiastic consent is maintained the whole way through!)
- I am responsible for my own actions. I may not be able to control my feelings or thoughts, but I choose my actions. This can be a bit of a sticky pickle when you’re talking about mental health issues, especially ones that have low impulse control or dissociation components. That is a topic for another day
- I am more likely to be hurt by wishing and hoping than I am by asking for what I want.
- If I’m going to be hurt more by receiving a no or a negative response, then I am not ready to ask the question.
I still make mistakes. I still hurt people. Yeah, I’m disappointed. The difference in me is that when I’m disappointed, or hurt, or being called out for causing harm of sorts, I am more able to take that information into myself and bounce it off of my core values before acting defensively without thinking much. If I am feeling a certain way because I am holding silent hope in my heart for an outcome with a wistful sense of urgency that I didn’t communicate, this informs me of a needs gap in my communication path. From there I can recalibrate and make choices that will harm myself less in the future.
I’m slowly learning that harm reduction isn’t just something for other people, it’s for everyone. It is for the person who chooses to have a cigarette instead of self-harm. The person who steals prescription meds because they’re afraid of taking dirty speed on the street. It’s for the business person in the office who chooses to use “they” as a default gender in conversation instead of switching between “he or she”, “he”, or “she”. It’s the teacher who cares about pronouncing student’s names right and doesn’t joke about how they’re hard to pronounce. It’s smiling at a stranger even when you want to cry because that stranger has nothing to do with why you’re crying. Harm reduction is an infinite series of choices.
And we’re in control of our actions.
I often say out loud that “I don’t understand how folks who are causing harm could learn this and not want to stop.”
That’s a lie. I understand it. I’m not different or better than people who don’t embrace harm reduction because “life is painful, get a fucking helmet.” But once I caused harm to one of the greatest humans I’ve ever known, and I was too arrogant and self-absorbed to see it. So now I work (almost) every day to do my darndest to prevent myself from repeating patterns.