Having been raised by NVC and PET parents, the best I can say about it is: it's the process of replacing violent communication with extremely annoying communication. But the darker side is this: worse than exercising authority, my parents always insisted on my consent. And, as a parent, you may think you are really hearing the needs of your child, but let's be honest, you're going to get the results you want through the undeniable disparity in resources and conscious and unconscious coercive capacities. But NVC heaps the added expectation of compliance, of expecting the child to deny exactly that undeniable power imbalance. Oh how I wished I could just rebel against my parents' arbitrary power, instead of processing every bleeping feeling until everybody was okay with it. And even darker, my parents really felt they could transform the world with this stuff, that if only every kid were raised their way, then the Jew's and the Palestinians would work it out, and swords into plowshares. Nice enough. Let me tell you, it's no breeze being the child of messiahs, of people who feel their every utterance holds World Peace in its womb. And even worse, IT MADE ME THEIR PROJECT, me the exemplar of their philosophy, me the transcendent pure minded new person whose life should exemplify the coming NVC utopia. So is it any wonder they completely screwed me up? Oh, wait, let me be clear: When you raise me in an overly precious way, not just parenting, but proselytizing, I feel like a PROJECT not a person. When you take the very real human aspects of rage, pettiness, competitiveness and, yes, judgmentalism and wring them out of a child through WORD GAMES, SCRIPTS and all the artful coercion a parent can muster, I feel like busting some heads, popping some pills, running wild in savage amnesia to wake with iron on my tongue and sinews in my teeth...
Herbert A. Millington Chair - Search Committee 412A Clarkson Hall, Whitson University College Hill, MA 34109
Dear Professor Millington,
Thank you for your letter of March 16. After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me an assistant professor position in your department.
This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of candidates, it is impossible for me to accept all refusals.
Despite Whitson's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet my needs at this time. Therefore, I will assume the position of assistant professor in your department this August. I look forward to seeing you then.
When you do not realize that you are one with the river, or one with the universe, you have fear. Whether it is separated into drops or not, water is water. Our life and death are the same thing. When we realize this fact, we have no fear of death anymore. --Shunryu Suzuki