Do you have a secret?
Remember as a kid the thrill you felt when someone told you a secret? It was so much fun to know that you were trusted with your friend’s hidden knowledge. But even as a kid, you knew a secret because you were withholding that information from someone – your parents, other kids, the teachers.
So why do we keep secrets now? Is it loving for us to keep secrets?
Years ago, a friend asked me to keep a secret for her. She asked me to keep confidential the fact that she was thinking about having an affair. And for awhile I went along with it. I hoped she might change her mind, and I didn’t want to lose the friendship. Until the deception was turned on me. We had plans for a weekend retreat, until she told me at the last minute that she intended to be with her lover. Now I knew what it was like to have the secret held from me.
This friend had surrounded herself with secrets and then more lies to cover them up. I could see how toxic it was for her to live like that and become a person I didn’t know and couldn’t trust. I had a choice to make to end this relationship – and it hurt like crazy. By supporting her I thought I was being a good friend, but by living outside my integrity, I was not being loving to myself.
This has been a deep and lasting reminder to me to be careful about keeping secrets. Every once in a while I’m tempted to hide something. But it’s an uncomfortable feeling – worrying that I’ll be “caught.” I grew up with secrets – hiding the facts about what went on at home – the drinking, the fighting, the financial trouble. So it feels natural to just not tell the entire truth. Even writing now about that childhood stuff makes my stomach churn – it’s not for public consumption – or so I was taught.
So the lesson for me is to always check in with myself about what’s good and loving for me. Telling the simple truth and asking others in my life to do the same feels strangely liberating.
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| Published on March 24th, 2010 | | No Comments | | Posted by Amy |