Last week, I wrote about the death of a colleague. In addition to grieving, I'm learning a lot about intimacy.
So often when I think about intimacy, it's in the context of a romantic relationship, but the truth is, intimacy is not confined to a romantic partner. Real intimacy is like unzipping yourself and displaying your insides, and that can be done with anyone, something I've witnessed in this process.
As I share the news about my co-worker's death, people react in different ways. Some people allow me to cry without offering a diversion or attempting to fix it. Other people become discomfited and say a quick, “I'm sorry,” before moving on to another topic. I'm not deriding people for their reactions – people are where they're at and will respond how they do. What I notice though is in order to share my feelings with someone else, to be intimate with them, I have to acknowledge my feelings first. If I'm uncomfortable feeling sad, there's no way I can share that with someone else because I'm shutting the feelings down internally. Someone else may be more than willing to share and connect with me, but if I'm not connected to myself, no one else can connect with me either.
|As with most things, intimacy is an inside job.|
We think of intimacy and love as “out there,” something to find or force. I can't tell you how many times I've complained about certain men in my life, lamenting that they're not opening up, as if they were clams I could pry open. I've craved intimacy, but it's only been within recent years I've created it internally by embracing all of my emotions. By giving myself space to feel.
Love and intimacy get presented as if we could walk into a store and buy them. We don't realize intimacy is something we create, something we work on internally. I could be in relationship with the most amazing person, someone who loves intimacy, but if I'm not in touch with my own feelings, if I'm not allowing myself to feel them, we won't have intimacy. It will be like talking to a brick wall. I say this because that's also been my experience in grieving. When I share my insides with people who are discomfited, it's like I threw an egg against a brick wall – my insides are smeared, on display. There's no reciprocity, only impact. When I share my insides with people who are comfortable with emotion, it's like I threw an egg at a cloud of cotton – I feel held, comforted, and supported.
Matt Licata, a psychotherapist I follow, synthesizes this concept well:
When all is said and done, perhaps there is no secret to co-creating a fulfilling, supportive, mutually beneficial intimate relationship, as it is always in the end a movement of the unknown. Healthy intimacy is not something you will figure out one day by way of some checklist or magical formula, but something you are asked to live in each moment, in all its chaotic glory. By learning to take care of yourself, you are creating a foundation upon which the mysteries of intimacy can come alive within and around you, providing a crucible like no other for the great work of aliveness that you have come here to embody.I dream of a world where we embody our emotions. A world where we understand intimacy is not something “out there,” but rather “in here.” A world where we recognize intimacy is not something we find, but rather something we create. A world where we realize intimacy beings with us.
Another world is not only possible, it's probable.