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On Empathy: the rest of the story

05.24.07 | commentary | 24 Comments

When we lived in Cairo three years ago, we spent half of our time at a private k-12 school for expat children. It had a nice track and great playgrounds, and grass, and trees. My friends and I spent hours watching the kids play in the sand and negotiate the toddler rituals of sharing and being “soft and gentle.” One mother of European extraction always sprayed down the slides before her daughter (4, adopted from India) slid down them. We (I) thought she was hilarious. Here we are, in Egypt, where feral cats probably poop in the very sand the kids are eating, and you are disinfecting the slide that your kid’s bum touches?

I later learned that she was spraying Static Guard on the slides so the electric-friction wouldn’t disable her child’s hearing aid. Oops.

There was a couple in our church who had been married almost eight years and were childless. They were very well-off and both successful in their careers. Hmm. Too good to have kids, I guess. Of course, I later learned that she was struggling with infertility. Oops.

And my favorite story (though it’s probably the least true) is the one about the lady at the airport who buys a bag of cookies and sits next to a nice-looking young man, who, inexplicably, starts eating her cookies. She glares at him; he smiles and offers her one. They eat cookies in silence; the lady gets madder and madder. The young man breaks the final cookie in half so they can share it, and then he leaves. She later finds her unopened bag of cookies in her bag. Oops.

Or the fancy mom in her fancy SUV who bypasses the pick-up line at the elementary school for the handicap space, and then waltzes out with her clearly crippled child.

I looked up empathy at dictionary.com. I thought — nevermind, I won’t bore you with what I thought it meant. Here are two definitions (dictionary.com is awesome):

Empathy: Identifying oneself completely with an object or person, sometimes even to the point of responding physically, as when, watching a baseball player swing at a pitch, one feels one’s own muscles flex. (The American Heritage? New Dictionary of Cultural Literacy, Third Edition)

Empathy 2: the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for empathy (Merriam-Webster’s Medical Dictionary)

I like the first definition because it’s so evocative. How would it be if our hearts contracted in synch with the sufferer? The second definition strikes me because it says “without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner.” Not only do we not have to experience what others experience in order to have empathy, but we don’t even need to have their motives explained to us. We don’t need to know the rest of the story.

But, boy, it sure does help.

totally unrelated, but fun to read

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