A boundary shows me where I end and someone else begins, leading me to a sense of ownership. They define what is me and what is not me.
In reality, these boundaries define your soul, and they help you to guard it and maintain it (see Proverbs 4:23).īoundaries define us. Our goal is to help you define your intangible boundaries and to recognize them as an ever present reality that can increase your love and save your life. In the spiritual world, boundaries are just as real, but often harder to see. You can go to the county courthouse and find out exactly where those boundaries of responsibility are and whom to call if you have business there. Physical boundaries mark a visible property line that someone holds the deed to. Non-owners are not responsible for the property. The owner of the property is legally responsible for what happens on his or her property. In their differing appearances, they give the same message: THIS IS WHERE MY PROPERTY BEGINS. Fences, signs, walls, moats with alligators, manicured lawns, or hedges are all physical boundaries. In the physical world, boundaries are easy to see. His look told me that he was beginning to understand.īoundaries: Invisible Property Lines and Responsibility “Isn’t that a bit cruel, just to stop helping like that?” the father asked. You need some fences to keep his problems out of your yard and in his, where they belong.” A little boundary clarification would do the trick. “As it stands now, he is irresponsible and happy, and you are responsible and miserable. “If you would define the property lines a little better, if you would fix the sprinkler system so that the water would fall on your lawn, and if he didn’t water his own lawn, he would have to live in dirt. He doesn’t study, or plan, or work, yet he has a nice place to live, plenty of money, and all the rights of a family member who is doing his part. Your grass is turning brown and dying, but Bill looks down at his green grass and thinks to himself, ‘My yard is doing fine.’ That’s how your son’s life is. But, whenever you turn on your sprinkler system, your water only falls on his lawn. It is as if he’s your neighbor, who never waters his lawn. “What do you mean, ‘boundaries’?” the father asked. “Well,” I explained, “I think that the solution to this problem would be to clarify some boundaries so that his actions cause him problems and not you.” “What do you mean, ‘help him to have some problems’?” his mother asked. They looked at me like I was crazy, but some lights were beginning to go on in their heads. Would you like for me to help you help him to have some problems?” Those things should be his problem, but as it now stands, they are yours. He doesn’t have a problem because you have taken it from him. You pay, you fret, you worry, you plan, you exert energy to keep him going. He can do pretty much whatever he wants, no problem. Finally the father said, “Did I hear you right? You don’t think he has a problem?”
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You could have mistaken their expression for a snapshot they stared at me in disbelief for a full minute. He had plenty of money at school so “he wouldn’t have to work and he would have plenty of time for study and a social life.” When he flunked out of one school, or stopped going to classes, they were more than happy to do everything they could to get him into another school, “where it might be better for him.”Īfter they had talked for a while, I responded: “I think your son is right. They told me that they had always given him everything he needed. He was still using drugs, avoiding responsibility, and keeping questionable company. They had tried everything they knew to get him to change and live a responsible life, but all had failed. It was apparent that they loved their son very much and were heartbroken over the way he was living. In recent years he had exhibited problems with drugs and an inability to stay in school and find a career. Bill had never been “quite up to snuff” in their eyes. “Tell me about it.” They recited a history of problems that had begun at a very young age. “Maybe he’s right,” I said, to their surprise. “Well, he doesn’t think he has a problem,” they replied. When I asked where Bill was, they answered, “Oh, he didn’t want to come.” “Why?” I asked. Townsend) with a common request: they wanted me to “fix” their son, Bill.
The parents of a twenty-five-year-old man came to see me (Dr.
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