Pa Man and I were in the car today with our second oldest son and I’m not sure how it came about but something was said about having empathy for others…and PA Man piped up and said “I have empathy!”
And this was the conversation that followed…
ME: Oh, you do? What does that mean, what’s having empathy mean to you?”
PA MAN: “It means feeling what others are feeling, feeling bad when they feel bad.”
ME: “And you are saying that you do that?”
PA MAN: “Yes, but if I don’t, that just who I am. So you have to accept it.”
(He said this in a joking manner, like it’s no big deal)
ME: Even when a lack of empathy hurts those that you’re supposed to love?”
Silence. End of conversation.
A side note…In May 2012 PA Man went to see a therapist, after I threatened him with separation if he did not…he went 3 times then quit.
On his 3rd session, the therapist told PA Man that he has a severe lack of empathy for others…and PA Man obviously never let that bother him, since he’s done nothing to try to correct that.
I thought today’s “talk” was a great insight into what PA Mans thinking really is….this is how I am. Deal with it.