Messed up or severely conflicted
relationships are among the most common difficulties confronting everyone in
his day-to-day life. Teenagers may find
it difficult or impossible to get along with their parents. Husbands and wives may find that they are
always fighting, or even worse they may find that they have nothing to say to
each other. Parents may gradually
discover or be bowled over by the realization that they can no longer communicate
with their children. Friends may drift
apart and lose that special feeling for each other, although they may still
continue to see each other almost every day.
Neighbors may fight, co-workers may not speak to one another, and
everyone is uptight. Interpersonal
conflict and tension are problems for all of us in varying degreesmaybe only a
little bit once in a while or maybe a lot all of the time, perhaps with only
one or two people or perhaps with most people.
However often and with however many people, our relationships get messed
up. Yours do. Mine do.
It is a problem for everyone.
Eileen, age eight, talks about her
seven-year-old brother. You ask, How do
you feel about your brother? Ecch! I
cant stand him. We always fight. Hes always into my stuff and wont stay out
of my stuff. Things are fine when hes
not there. He comes around and
everything gets awful. When he comes in,
I just get up and leave. I dont want
him to touch me or get close to me or be around at all. [You ask: is it always that way? Arent there some times when the two of you play
and have a good time? Eileen starts to
cry.] Hes always fighting with me. I wish theyd take him away. I dont want to have a brother. [You say to Eileens mother: it sounds like
Eileen is pretty upset about things with her brother. Do you agree that its always bad?] Yes, I think she really hates him. [You ask: How does he feel about her?] Theres no love lost. It seems like he cant stand her either. [You ask Eileen: How do you think your
brother feels about you?] I dont care. I hate him.
He hates me too. I wish they
would take him away.
Jane, age fourteen, is talking
about her relationships at school. You
ask, How do you get along with the other kids at school? I dont know. I dont think they like me. [You ask: What kinds of things make you feel
that way?] I dont know. They can be laughing and joking around, and
when I walk up, everybody stops talking.
Sometimes when Im walking down the hall, other kids will be talking by
their lockers or something and look over at me and start laughing. [You ask: Is
it that way with all of the kids?] It
seems that way. I dont know why they
dont like me, but I sure dont think they do.
[You ask: Do you try to make friends with the other kids?] I want to, but its hard. I can never think of anything to say. I just stand there and get nervous. My stomach starts tying all up in knots, and
I get scared. [You ask: Do the other
kids notice this?] I dont think
so. I dont think they pay any attention
to me except to make fun or laugh or something.
[You ask: How do you get along with the teachers and the other adults at
school?] I get along fine with hem. Im just the kind of person they really
love. I dont make any noise or get into
trouble. I do my work and always get good
grades. They really like that. Sometimes they want me to answer a question
or ask me something in class, and I get embarrassed or afraid to talk. I think maybe the other kids will think Im a
showoff or something. [You ask: Do you say Hi to the other kids or try to
strike up a relationship with them?]
No. I dont say anything to
them. Sometimes they look at me, and I
just look back and get nervous.
Karen is nineteen and works as a
secretary in an office. You ask, How do
you like your job? I like the work,
but cant stand those people I have to work with. Theyre all such big gossips and are always
talking about one another. [You ask: Oh,
do they gossip a lot?] Thats all they
do, and they have so much room to talk.
This one girl I work with doesnt know anything about the job and never
does any work. She just stays there by
putting up to the boss. [You ask:
Putting up to the boss?] Yes. You know.
She twists her neck back and smiles at him and gives him that look. She just builds up his ego, I guess. He walks away, and then she starts talking
about him, saying how stupid he is and how he doesnt know his job, and just
really puts him down. If there is anything
I cant stand, its someone who is two-faced.
All of them there are like thattwo-faced. The first day I was there I told one of them
about some trouble I was havingsome really personal stuff. She couldnt wait to tell the other girls
about it and have a really good laugh.
Im going to get something on her and tell everyone.
Mr. and Mrs. O are talking with you
about their marital difficulties. Mr. O
says: I as talking with some of our friends, and they said you might be able to
help us. I dont know whats wrong. I guess we just cant communicate. Mrs. O says: You know whats wrong. Ive tried to tell you enough. He just wont listen. You just dont care. Mr. O says: Now, honey, you know that isnt
true. You know I really love you. You know Id Mrs. O: You dont know what
love means. I really dont think you are
capable of loving anyone. Mr. O: Now,
honey, dont get upset. Were here to
talk about this. We really need Mrs. O
sarcastically: Now, honey; now, honey; now honey; dont now honey me. You act so sweet and nice and like youre so
interested and concerned. You ask: Do
you two hassle like this all the time?
Mrs. O: This is mild. You should
be there when we really get into it. Mr.
O: Thats true. You can see how she
is. Shes always that way. She wont Mrs. O: Thats it! I knew youd
do it. You want everyone to think its
all my fault. You just want to
blame. Mr. O: What do you mean I want
everyone to think its your fault? If
youd quit whining and stop acting like a spoiled little brat, everything would
be fine. It isnt any wonder I dont pay
any attention to you. Mrs. O: Thats the
only way you think of to solve anything, just yell, and if that doesnt work,
beat it out of them. You just better
never try. You ask: Do your discussions
usually end up in fights like this? Mr.
O: Usually. Mrs. O: Yes. Thats the way it usually goes. You ask: Are there ever any good times? Mr. and Mrs. O glance at each other and flash
a playful grin between themselves. You
say: That looks like a good feeling between the two of you. Mrs. O: I love him. I have no idea why, but I do. Mr. O: you know why. Its because its really good sometimes. Mrs. O: It doesnt make sense. Its so good one minute and so bad the next. Im really scared that the bad times are
getting more than the good times, though.
Mr. O: Thats why were here.