"The silence isn't a missing skill. It's an old protection still doing its job around people who, to some part of you, are not safe to be fully seen by."
If this resonates with you, what follows may help you see something about yourself.
Seeker
I lose my voice around certain people. Not literally. I just go blank. I nod, I smile, I say nothing real. Then I leave and I’m furious with myself.
Companion
Who are these people, roughly? I’m asking because I notice it’s not everyone.
Seeker
My boss. My older brother. One specific friend who’s very, I don’t know, charismatic. Loud. Certain.
Companion
Got it. Something in common there, maybe? They take up a lot of room?
Seeker
Yeah. And I just shrink. I hate it. I’m not like that with everyone. With most people I’m fine. I have opinions, I can be funny. Around these three I become this nodding idiot.
Companion
That word, idiot, is doing some work. You’re pretty hard on yourself about it.
Seeker
Because it’s pathetic. I’m a grown adult. I know what I think. Why can’t I just say it?
Companion
Okay, honest question. When you go blank around your boss, is it that you know what you think and can’t say it, or do you actually not know what you think in the moment?
Seeker
…Huh. The second one, actually. It’s like my mind goes offline. I reach for an opinion and there’s just nothing there.
Companion
That’s different from being unable to speak. That’s something getting cut at the source.
Seeker
Yeah. It’s like the wire gets pulled.
Companion
I’ve bumped into something like that. For me it was a particular kind of person. Took me a while to see that the blanking wasn’t a confidence problem. It was a much older thing.
Seeker
Older how?
Companion
Like the system had already decided, way before this conversation, that having a clear opinion in front of this kind of person was a bad idea. So it just… took the opinion away. Before I could even get to it.
Seeker
My dad was like that. Charismatic. Loud. Certain. You did not disagree with him. I mean, you could, but it cost you.
Companion
What did it cost?
Seeker
Days of him not talking to me. Or this contempt. Like I’d embarrassed myself by even having a different view.
Companion
So having a view in front of him was actually dangerous. Not metaphorically.
Seeker
No, it was real. I learned pretty early to just… agree. Or be quiet. Be the easy one.
Companion
And now your boss walks in, your brother calls, this friend starts holding court, and something in you goes: oh, this guy. We know what to do with this guy.
Seeker
Go quiet.
Companion
Go quiet.
Seeker
But I’m not five anymore. He’s not going to give me the silent treatment for a week.
Companion
Right. So there’s a part of you that knows that, and a part of you that’s still running the old program. And the old program is faster.
Seeker
It’s so much faster. It’s done before I even notice.
Companion
Yeah.
Seeker
I keep treating it like I’m failing at being assertive. Like I need to try harder, prepare lines, whatever. But it’s not that. It’s actually protecting me. From something that isn’t there anymore.
Companion
Or that you can’t tell it isn’t there anymore.
Seeker
God. That’s almost sadder. It’s still trying to keep me safe.
Companion
Mm.
Seeker
I don’t know what to do with that.
Companion
You don’t have to do anything with it yet.
Seeker
Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
What did having your own opinion cost you, the first time you learned to go quiet?
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