What Are You Protecting
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Sometimes the things we call personality are actually protection.
I’ve always been independent.
I don’t ask people for help.
I keep my business to myself.
I don’t get too excited until I know something is going to work.
I would rather do it myself.
I don’t let people get too close.
Maybe those things are simply part of who we are.
But sometimes I think it is worth asking another question:
What are you protecting?
Protection is not always obvious.
We usually think of walls as something built to keep danger out.
But sometimes the walls we build emotionally do the same thing.
They keep us from being disappointed.
Embarrassed.
Rejected.
Misunderstood.
Taken advantage of.
Caught off guard.
And when something has protected us for a long time, we can forget that protection was ever its purpose.
It just becomes the way we operate.
Maybe you learned not to ask for help because someone once made you regret needing them.
Maybe you stopped getting excited about possibilities because disappointment felt easier when you expected less.
Maybe you became extremely independent because depending on other people felt unpredictable.
Maybe you learned to keep your ideas private because sharing them once invited criticism before you were ready for it.
Maybe you became the strong one because there was never much room for you to be anything else.
None of those responses came from nowhere.
They may have made perfect sense when they began.
That is something I have learned to respect about myself.
Before criticizing a behavior I want to change, I try to understand what it may have been doing for me.
Because sometimes the habit I am frustrated with was once trying to keep me safe.
That changes the conversation.
Instead of asking:
Why am I like this?
I can ask:
What did this help me survive, avoid, or manage?
And then comes the harder question:
Do I still need it in the same way?
That is where growth can become uncomfortable.
Because letting go of protection can feel a lot like becoming vulnerable.
If I stop expecting the worst, I could be disappointed.
If I ask for help, someone could tell me no.
If I share the idea, someone could criticize it.
If I trust someone, they could let me down.
If I become more visible, people can form opinions about me.
The wall offers certainty.
Stay behind it and some things cannot reach you.
But neither can everything else.
Encouragement has a harder time getting through.
Support.
Connection.
Opportunity.
Intimacy.
Collaboration.
Joy.
Sometimes we become so focused on keeping out what hurt us that we also limit what could help us.
That does not mean every wall should come down.
Boundaries matter.
Discernment matters.
Experience should teach us something.
Growth is not about giving everyone access to us or returning to situations that have already shown us who they are.
There is a difference between a boundary and a wall.
A boundary can have a door.
It can say:
You may come this far.
This is what I require.
This is what I will not accept.
A wall can sometimes say:
Nobody gets in.
And when we have lived behind one long enough, the difference can become difficult to recognize.
I think part of growing is learning to examine our protection without immediately judging it.
Thank it for what it did.
Understand why it was necessary.
Then decide whether it still needs the same job.
Maybe independence does not have to mean doing everything alone.
Maybe being careful does not have to mean expecting disappointment.
Maybe strength does not have to mean never needing support.
Maybe privacy does not require invisibility.
Maybe wisdom can remember what happened without assuming that everything ahead will end the same way.
We are allowed to protect ourselves.
We are also allowed to update what protection looks like.
Because sometimes the wall that once kept us safe eventually becomes the wall we have to look over to see what else is possible.
So before trying to tear anything down, perhaps the better question is:
What is this protecting me from?
And then:
Is that protection still serving the person I am becoming?