Ask The Question You Don’t Want To Ask

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Benguiat Caslon

We all have questions that we should have asked years ago. Questions to colleagues, friends, family, strangers sitting next to us on subways and even ourselves. Our fear of what the answer may be kept us from engaging. Not only the answer, but what it may require of us.

I should have asked the question years ago. I wondered, implied and then ignored. And yet the question loomed for years unasked – floating like this cloud of possibility.

It was these very possibilities I was afraid of. What if the question leads to a revelation and the revelation leads to something I’m not prepared to handle.

My friend had a rough childhood – parts of it were common knowledge. The divorce, the financial challenges, the things that couldn’t be hidden or concealed. And yet, I always thought that maybe there was more. Suggestions of darker things popped up on occasion but they were quickly swept away with a lighthearted change of subject.

In my gut I recognized not everything was alright. There was no proof or tearful confession. Just a feeling after phone calls and lunches that there was something I didn’t know. Digging questions were on the tip of my tongue numerous times, but I always swallowed them for fear I would cross a line I couldn’t uncross.

What if I am wrong? What if I make everything awkward or offend her? Even worse, what if I am right? What would I do if there was abuse or dark secrets she carried?

Years later I would find out that my intuition was right. Sexual abuse from a family friend, physical and emotional abuse from her family was being hidden behind her bright white All-American smile. I was grateful when she told me, honored that she would trust me with the secret she has carried for all these years.

Tears welled up in my eyes for the questions I never asked.

The world needs us to ask the question because they are dying to share the load with someone. To feel even an ounce less alone in their pain.

Are you okay? 

To the stranger crying on the bench making everyone feel uncomfortable. To the girl struggling with depression sending cryptic tweets. To the parent whose son received a gut-wrenching diagnosis. To the child that has been abused. To the friend we’ve known our whole lives.

Are you okay? Because we care. Really we do. Maybe we haven’t met before. But you have pain and we can see it. We may not know what to do when you tell us what it is and our awkward pause may make us squirm a bit. The hug we offer may seem like a weak attempt to show that we actually do care.

My money is on the likelihood we won’t know the right thing to say when you tell us, but it’s alright because you aren’t in it alone anymore. Our friendship won’t fix all the pain, but we will pray with you and hold your hand when you are nervous about your first counseling appointment. Hey, we’ll even drive you there.  So, we want to know. Are you okay?

Maybe they will say ” No, I’m fine”. At least they know we cared enough to ask. And if there is something they ever want to share one day, they will know a safe place to go.

Because that’s what we should be for each other. Safe places to unload the dark secrets that hurt too much to carry alone. Dealing with mild insecurity or crippling histories of abuse – we all need shoulders to rest on and people brave enough to listen.

Go ahead and step up. Be the brave one. Ask the question and listen to what needs to be said.

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28 responses to “Ask The Question You Don’t Want To Ask

  1. So good. No matter what age, it’s true.

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  2. Yes your blog is true and caring, but also opening a can of worms that friendship doesn’t heal. I”m a therapist, in a case of abuse : reiki and massage and deep inner healing is necessary, so maybe research : a how to : what to recommend to heal the abuse, and also care….to share it.

  3. Love this. One of the most important questions. We are so on the same page as I wrote a post a couple weeks ago asking the exact same question. Mind twins.

  4. Lolly

    I know not all your readers may be Christian but this reminds me of the scripture to bear one another’s burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ. I’m sure many are wanting to share the load but don’t know how. Asking the simple “Are you okay?” question may open the door. Excellent post!

  5. So whole heartedly agree with this. I’m an abuse survivor myself and no one has ever asked me outright, no matter how many painful hints I dropped. I’m going to do by best never to ignore the woman sobbing in the loos again x

  6. I love your first paragraph. This was a very thought-provoking post. Thank you.

  7. That was so beautiful. I’m guilty of this too. I don’t answer questions for fear of appearing intrusive. But the truth is that so often people may just be waiting for someone to show they care enough to want to know.

  8. Very well written, and encouraging to all of us to offer more support in person! Thanks for sharing!

  9. Just to know someone cares enough to ask – yes, this. Great post.

  10. Natalie DeYoung

    Thank you for making me think more about being bolder, asking the hard questions.

  11. Reblogged this on The Life of Kylie and commented:
    This spoke to me. I have so many questions just waiting to be asked, and so many answers waiting to be given.

    • Kylie, I’m glad you liked the post and thanks for sharing it!

      • You are welcome!!
        Just received a very long comment on it from Inion N. Mathair and sent them your way. A few FB friends have also read it and I sent it out to twitter as ‘the one thing you should read today.’ I hope it reaches lots of people and touches them too.

  12. Kerry P

    A great reminder.

  13. Great post, well put! The hard questions are often left unasked. I wish someone would have asked me, life would have been so much easier. Times were different then, no one talked about abuse, it was just part of life. It is over now, and it no longer defines me, a freeing place to be! Thank you for your inspiring words!

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