Okay. Right off the bat I’m informing you that this blog entry is a bit of a “lecture” - mixed in with my own experience of course. It has to do with getting smarter and gaining some useful life skills.
The disciplinary part of things was Aunt Kay’s insurance policy to make sure I didn’t go too far off the rails; not only vis a vis general behavior but also with regard to my health. But it took getting beyond my own male ego-brain to realize how smart and practical she was. She had answers and advice for just about everything that came up.
I felt comfortable bringing up absolutely anything I found curious going on with my body. She wanted to know everything. So I didn’t feel like some kind of nerdy hypochondriac when I brought up small stuff. She checked things out, and usually had a remedy on hand (her bathroom cabinets were like a mini drugstore). If not, off to the doctor we went.
Anyway, in my opinion women are generally smarter about a lot of things and health matters tend to be one of them. Now I’m not saying that every single woman fits that description. But I am comfortable with the generalization. But my point is bigger than health advice. It’s about teamwork and partnership.
DWC wives don’t usually suffer from lack of respect. But not every DWC husband fully values his wife as his most trusted partner, first-source advisor, and confidant. I humbly suggest it is a most worthwhile objective. At least in my own experience, Aunt Kay was my very best friend and that’s coming from someone who has exceptionally deep friendships.
For those who are not inclined to sublimate their ego when appropriate, and take advantage of the full range of the team’s resources.… well I’ll just say you’re missing out.
Since this is such a short posting I am adding a tiny anecdote that my regular readers will enjoy. I recently joined a therapy group to help me work through the loss of Aunt Kay. Of course no one in the group knows, or needs to, about the DWC part of our life. I don’t want to know what goes on in their bedrooms either.
Anyway, the group leader has a method of structuring the sessions to make sure everyone has adequate time to participate and is not interrupted while doing so. When it is your turn to share, you get a little sand timer. When the sand runs out, you wind down your story. It is actually very effective and the group seems comfortable with it.
Well, the timer she uses is the exact same model as the one Aunt Kay used for the occasional timed spankings. So along with all the good stuff that goes on in the group, I have an inner joke going as I recall what I used to feel when that timer made an appearance. It’s so interesting how the Universe sometimes provides these subtle little “helpers” to enrich one’s life experiences.