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Jedi
Hi samy, yes that is correct, I was being playful.
I cannot go by what I may expect as a reaction, I was certainly surprised that out of the range of reactions he could've chosen, it was a muted anger, (or not so muted). Especially when one may consider that we were setting the ground for a new relationship.
Not entirely correct - hmmm, I don't think? (Will consider more...). We had/have what included a good and solid friendship - in the good times - in which playful jostling was a part, here and there. Especially over a game of tennis and other activities. There are I think, varying types of jostling, and I think one must be alert to the boundaries of respect, and sensitivities of the other if you want to play nice. I acknowledge that, for me, too much jostling can get to me after a while, and I begin to feel kind of "on guard", and opposed, rather than uniting and supporting; I want to be able to let my guard down in my home. I felt comfortable explaining this to him, and at one stage did just that, he quite understood what I was saying, and was in agreement with me. Actually, looking back, I think he was relieved to hear it. I also let him know when it was too much, usually by (again playfully) moaning, and overacting as wounded, or simply saying "ok, ok, I've had enough".
He was though I think much better equipped at this "jostling" than I was, he didn't tire of it as I did, and it could become for me a bit beyond the point, and into dangerous territory. I have thought about this a little, and I've put it down to him growing up within a family unit that interacted as such, whereas I was an only child, and didn't live with that type of rapport in the same way - I tended to recluse when that sort of thing got too much for me around the dinner table between my mother and stepfather (especially when the roast chicken would end up smashed and mashed on the wall ). Anyhow, I understood this about him, and when the momentum built to a certain point, I would gently steer the interaction into "let's relax and feel safe" mode.
The more I think about it, the more of a rabbit hole this could be, ie, raking over the ground. It brings up a lot of sadness for me too, as well as remembering the confusion I experienced along the way. I'll be taking it slowly...
I cannot go by what I may expect as a reaction, I was certainly surprised that out of the range of reactions he could've chosen, it was a muted anger, (or not so muted). Especially when one may consider that we were setting the ground for a new relationship.
Wow, I don't think I have thought about that much, now that you mention it though, it, or something like has kind of seeped into the back of my mind recently, that I shelved. (I think there may be a lot of processing for me to do yet, once our immediate concerns are soon dealt with)."But obviously you were only an 'official' partner for him; just someone to be with or use."
."And I bet only he was allowed to do 'playful jest' on his terms not yours right?"
Not entirely correct - hmmm, I don't think? (Will consider more...). We had/have what included a good and solid friendship - in the good times - in which playful jostling was a part, here and there. Especially over a game of tennis and other activities. There are I think, varying types of jostling, and I think one must be alert to the boundaries of respect, and sensitivities of the other if you want to play nice. I acknowledge that, for me, too much jostling can get to me after a while, and I begin to feel kind of "on guard", and opposed, rather than uniting and supporting; I want to be able to let my guard down in my home. I felt comfortable explaining this to him, and at one stage did just that, he quite understood what I was saying, and was in agreement with me. Actually, looking back, I think he was relieved to hear it. I also let him know when it was too much, usually by (again playfully) moaning, and overacting as wounded, or simply saying "ok, ok, I've had enough".
He was though I think much better equipped at this "jostling" than I was, he didn't tire of it as I did, and it could become for me a bit beyond the point, and into dangerous territory. I have thought about this a little, and I've put it down to him growing up within a family unit that interacted as such, whereas I was an only child, and didn't live with that type of rapport in the same way - I tended to recluse when that sort of thing got too much for me around the dinner table between my mother and stepfather (especially when the roast chicken would end up smashed and mashed on the wall ). Anyhow, I understood this about him, and when the momentum built to a certain point, I would gently steer the interaction into "let's relax and feel safe" mode.
The more I think about it, the more of a rabbit hole this could be, ie, raking over the ground. It brings up a lot of sadness for me too, as well as remembering the confusion I experienced along the way. I'll be taking it slowly...