High Horse

I saw something this morning.  I am glad I saw it, but really did not like what I saw.
I was considering relationships.  There are those that I have, that, if I am honest with myself, my attitude is not what it is supposed to be.  My words and actions are ok, but my heart is not where it should be.  I see a lack in them and although I would never say it, there is a sense of “I am better than that.”  It is as if I can take credit for the way I am.
Truth is, they come from a different place to me and face things I do not understand.  What I will always love though is someone who recognises their need and does something about it.  It matters not to me if there is stumbling and falling.  What does matter is they are seen as only setbacks, and the journey continues in the same direction.
One of the reasons I believe I should not be quick to judge another is that I may have little or no concept of the environment they are used to.  Someone who grows up in an environment of shouting and abusive parents thinks that is normal and how it is everywhere, and takes that into any relationship.  Others who grow up being affirmed and loved and see their parents demonstrating a life of love and acceptance think that is the way things are.  They tend to take that into any relationship.
I loved both my parents and thankfully they remained friends.  They divorced when I was in my mid-teens.  I did not see closeness.  I saw both doing their own thing and together time more an imposition than a blessing.
It has only been what I have been taught, gleaned through the years, and seen demonstrated in others that has shown me that relationships are a thing to be sought.  I reckon it is one of the reasons I value them so highly.
Intersectionalism is a buzz word these days.  I had never heard of it until the other day and when I looked it up, I was probably more confused.  It was only when it was explained to me, I felt I had a little understanding.
I personally do not like what is being spruked.  I think it makes too many assumptions and is too broad in one sense, and narrow in another.  People are seen as groups rather than individuals.
Yet my life is full of intersections.  Occasionally my life intersects another.  Perhaps we both like table tennis or gardening or figures.  To me the intersection of those interests can lead to life-long friendships.
To me there is another more significant way my life can intersect with another.  Perhaps one of us has an issue the other has faced and dealt with.  The intersection of lives can lead to two people having dealt with an issue.
I think it is one of the reasons the “are you ok” movement is so significant.  No one can understand an issue like someone who has faced and overcome the same thing.  Having said that though, any care is significant.
I cannot sit on my high horse.  I can be thankful I am what I am, and with help, be better than what I am.