Where’s the line between empathy and enmeshment?
Empathy and enmeshment aren’t really on a spectrum, but what I think you’re really asking is, “at what point does my concern for others become an unhealthy level of over-concern.” The answer to that question is the point at which you start allowing your personal boundaries to break down or be violated.
Should I become a psychiatrist or should I become a lawyer? Help, I can’t decide.
Split the difference and become a forensic psychologist.
I have never been in love. I like who I am when I’m with him. But I’ve got this knot in my chest, sometimes I want to cry. Everything about this terrifies me. I’m not ready to share myself.
Yeah. Cupid doesn’t give a fuck whether you’re ready to share yourself. Welcome to being in love.
How do I start to recover from what seems to be PTSD from a rape? It’s been six months and I’m starting to feel it.
I highly recommend EMDR therapy for PTSD. That shit really works.
I’m 24. Just found out he’s 37. First date this week. Is that too old?
Some people will think so, but then again, who gives a fuck what some people think? What do you think? Besides, it’s just a first date. Go. See what it’s like. Maybe you’ll appreciate dating a little older, maybe not, but you won’t know until you try.
We recently shifted to a long distance relationship. Is it unreasonable for me to expect more effort in mental or emotional needs because the physical aren’t being met?
It’s not unreasonable, but that doesn’t mean it’s possible. You’re gonna have to ask your partner for what you want. Be specific.
What makes a spark between two people?
Do you think Republicans are bad people?
Some of them. Mostly, they’re just people with bad ideas.
How can you call yourself a feminist and then sincerely endorse Clinton? Do you hate women, or are you just rich?
Yikes. This level of black and white thinking is kind of a red flag. Is everything okay with you?
How/why did you pick your handle “Dear Coquette”?
I didn’t really pick it. It picked me when I started writing professionally. Coquette is a double entendre and sly nod to my former and less appropriate handle from the early days of Tumblr. If you’re new and don’t know what I’m talking about, stick around for a while. You’ll figure it out.
I’m embarrassed by how much I’ve revealed to you over the years.
Since I can’t reach through my computer and slap you upside the head, please slap yourself upside the head on my behalf. (Do it out of love, though, because you’re being ridiculous.)