There are times when setting a boundary goes wrong in execution. Today was such a time.
So my sister has been desultorily hanging up her winter clothes in lots on my balcony to get them some sun so she can pack them up. Over the past few weeks she’d barge in when I was just about waking up, to put the clothes out as mine is the only balcony that gets sunlight the way it does. The thing though is this, anytime my sister wants to do something, she wants to do it on her own time and immediately. This annoys me because I don’t want to jump through a hoop just because she decides that it’s time to for a task she’s doing.
“You’re always sleeping late when I need to put clothes in the sun and yours is the only balcony that gets sunlight for hours,” she’d complained after dumping a load of her woollen clothes on my bed a few weeks ago.
“Yes, but I do sleep late and maybe you could let me know a bit in advance when you want to do this,” I’d countered. “Right now I need to finish my meditation.”
“How long will that take?” she’d said resigned but petulant.
“Twenty minutes,” I’d said, feeling overall, rushed.
Today was the same scene, except when she dumped her clothes on the bed I complained, “Oh no! What’s this?”
“What do I do? You have got the only balcony that gets sunlight and you’re always sleeping late,” she held up her hands and let them fall.
“Yeah well, it’s my balcony and that’s how I sleep,” I said, irked yet again.
“I don’t have one so I don’t really have a choice,” she countered, “I don’t like arguing with you time and again but I have to do this so…”
“Okay but it’s not my problem,” I was annoyed now.
She was taken aback, “But then what do I do? And c’mon didi, it’s only a matter of a few days.”
“Well, I get up at 10:30 on most days is that okay?” I was still mad but now on the back-foot because I’d said some things that were not good.
“Yeah, I guess,” she took her clothes and walked out to the balcony.
“You know your emergency is not my urgency,” I said and then kicked myself mentally because a) I got the damn saying backwards and b) I was determined to dig the wrong kind of hole to fall into. Yes, there are good kind of holes to dig and fall into, like for instance, when you want to…fall into a hole.
“That’s what you say to strangers,” she said stiffly as she re-entered the room and then left.
You know that feeling when you started off right but ended up wrong? That’s what I felt when she left.
“Not my problem” “Your emergency is not my urgency”. Sigh. You don’t say that to your baby sister.
Boundaries are great and yes, people can be upset when you enforce them, but I think here I didn’t set a boundary as much as I put up a stone wall by dropping the first and the heaviest stone on my sister’s foot. I’ve been feeling guilty, an emotion I’m hardwired to feel too much anyway which is why I tend to check it often. But honestly though it doesn’t sit right with me, the words I said. I think about if she’d said them to me, and how they would’ve hurt without a doubt.
Setting a boundary must be done with words intended not to hurt anymore than they need to, to be clear. I read something interesting the other day, someone said, “Fuck brutal honesty, where is empathetic honesty? Where is kind honesty? Because I’ve seen those who call themselves brutally honest usually relish the brutality more than the honesty.” I know this to be true because I am the last person to be dishonest to those close to me, but the choice of words and the way you say it is everything. You can say the exact same thing, get the exact same hard-to-hear truth across in an empathetic manner too. I think setting a boundary should use firm, kind words not meant to hurt intentionally and definitely not said in anger.