|Googled "judgement" and got this|
image. The Devil has belly flab.
There are times when I exhibit all the signs of Judgmental Illness, either having it or suffering from active Judgemental illness attitudes inflicted on me by others.
Symptoms of having it (for me) include intolerance for little things that bug me, hostility towards people who show they are less than perfect, rage against people who seem (to me) to act as though they are perfect and projecting my values on the lives of others without empathy, compassion or written invitation, then expecting that my opinion is valued; because you will, of course, want to change whatever I critique in your life to improve my judgement of you because I am so special.
Symptoms of others hurting me with their disease include being belittled, being corrected without compassion, empathy or invitation, awareness that they are seeking out things that they feel are wrong with me then volunteering what they know I should do to correct me (and then judging me if I do not follow up on their edicts).
|This is a beautiful idea|
I recognized this illness (some would say character defect) when I wrote a few biting and hostile blog posts last year and then felt that shame of not wanting to be the person who wrote those posts. I know now that I was in the throes of mental, physical and spiritual agony at that time and denying it to everyone, including myself. Less than 10 days later I finally fessed up to my mentor and came clean about the food issues I was struggling to hide. Looking back, the shame helped me to break down my own barriers and get healthy again. As it says on the image: close your eyes and see from the heart because the heart can see beauty and love more than the eyes can ever wonder.
When I am of a healthy mind I don't need to point out what I think is wrong with you - to you or to others. This is a barometer for me of whether or not I am actively sick. It is an early warning. In the past I did not recognize the symptoms as anything wrong within my life until I reach the point where I became ashamed of my verbal, written or physical actions - the point when I hurt others.
That awareness helps me get in touch and identify what I am thinking, doing, saying - in a healthier manner. I have stopped encouraging my inner bitch. I am not seeing her as an asset anymore. After a year of listening more than talking and pausing before responding, I feel good about myself. I appreciate the difference.
Anyone else like the idea of giving up judgemental illness and practicing 'seeing things from the heart?'