I didn’t share it. It was hard enough for me to live with the recollection. I couldn’t stand the thought of letting anyone else in ,Shame On Me,I didn’t share it. It was hard enough for me to live with the recollection. I couldn’t stand the thought of letting anyone else in
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E Embarrassment is what sits with you for 20 minutes. Or sometimes even 20 days or 20 months. Once in a while you think about it remember it feel embarrassed.
Shame is what sits with you for 20 years and it’s always there sitting just beneath your skin so every scratch or bruise or bump brings it back to the surface.
I hurt someone. Could never let it go because I wasn’t just embarrassed I was full of shame. And it was there there right below the surface never leaving me never giving me peace. Sure there were moments — days maybe even weeks — when I wasn’t thinking about it. Births. Bar and bas mitzvahs. Weddings. Life’s most significant moments often intrude. But even so shame was always building inside threatening to rain down pain on me.
It was all mine and only mine. Embarrassments are sometimes even often shared. Shame? Not so much. I didn’t share it. It was hard enough for me to live with the recollection. I couldn’t stand the thought of letting anyone else in.
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