It’s OK If You’re Still Learning to Set Boundaries

It’s OK If You’re Still Learning to Set Boundaries

Last week while walking my dogs, I came across a man walking a huge dog with a choke collar and a chain that clearly came from a hardware store. Knowing that my dogs can react to larger breeds, I put distance between us.

As I calmly guided my dogs away, the man brought his dog toward mine. I asked him to please refrain from doing so, warning him that Jarvis already was scared. Overconfidently, he insisted on bringing his dog over, saying it was “so your dog learns.”

At this point, his dog’s body language had changed from curious to alert, tail raised, eyes fixed on Jarvis. The dog’s owner held his choke collar tight. I told him I knew my dog well enough to know this was not OK, and walked away.

Something in me clicked. I went over his words loudly — “so my dog learns” — and then, almost naturally, my lips uttered a two-worded curse that starts with an “f” and ends with a “you.” The guy laughed at this. “Wow, classy.”

For days, I felt ashamed.

I had voiced my concerns and a stranger had walked all over them. Yet, I felt embarrassed about bumping into him again. Why? Probably because from a young age I learned that the best way to “survive” was to numb my own anger, sadness, and hurt. 

His arrogance when insisting to know better had offended me. The fact that he was happy to cause my dog fear and distress had angered me. I stood up for myself and my dogs, successfully removing them from a potentially harmful situation. The shame and anxiety that came afterward just show that even though I am a fully grown adult, I am still learning to set boundaries.

Boundaries become especially relevant when chronically ill. For years, doctors dismissed my complaints about pain as “just a bad period” or stress, and I accepted that. Countless strangers have told me not to exercise, what to eat, and how my endometriosis is all in my head. I barely argued with them.

Jarvis and his toys — zero boundaries since 2014. (Photo by Jessie Madrigal)

Boundaries are about deciding what is not OK. 

I’ve had countless intrusive comments about whether I would or could have children, and I don’t think I ever shut them down — not even when they left me shaking for hours. I’ve also continuously struggled to express my need to not be touched when my entire body hurts. I didn’t know how to express these boundaries in words that didn’t come out fully charged with anger and upset.

Speaking up for myself has always been a huge challenge. It’s taken me a long time to distance myself from those who have hurt me with their offhand comments and casual remarks. 

In the end, it’s what’s best for me, but voicing that isn’t easy.

Endometriosis affects a huge number of women. From a young age we are educated to be nice, to remain “ladylike.” We are discouraged from responding to catcalling, to dismiss every misogynistic aggression. We are warned against getting too emotional, especially in front of men, such as our work colleagues, bosses, and doctors.

Two weeks ago when a man sexually harassed me in the street, I loudly called him out, with tears in my eyes. Instead of speaking up for me, two male passersby told me not to “take it that seriously.”

After the dog-walking incident, I told a friend how publicly expressing my discontent had left me shaking. She told me that it sounded like I was once a little girl who was educated to feel shame for perfectly normal emotions. But now, that girl was having those feelings validated by a fully grown woman — one who is also ready to fight any dude that will cause distress to herself or her dogs. 

We must learn to say no and be proud to do so.

Sometimes feeling that we disappoint others can be anxiety-inducing. But in the end, it’s about what’s best for us. Boundaries are necessary to preserve our health and strength, and to practice self-love. When others don’t respect our boundaries, we are within our right to speak up. 


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My name is Jessie. I am a writer and part-time Yoga instructor living in the south of England. Since being diagnosed with endometriosis, I’m determined to be the boss of my chronic illness. You’ll find me with two sausage dogs curled up on my belly and my duvet nearby, writing about life and whatever my mind thinks up. This is my journey.
My name is Jessie. I am a writer and part-time Yoga instructor living in the south of England. Since being diagnosed with endometriosis, I’m determined to be the boss of my chronic illness. You’ll find me with two sausage dogs curled up on my belly and my duvet nearby, writing about life and whatever my mind thinks up. This is my journey.

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  1. Kira Terry says:

    I agree with you. When I was at my lowest, before my diagnosis and surgery. I went to the doctors (again) it took everything I had just to walk the 5 mins there. I was dizzy, could barely stand. I had a swelling on my left ovary that I could feel shake with every step. The locum was horrid she told me to ‘eat more vegetables and walk it off’ and wrote me a doctors note saying I had ‘tiredness sypmtoms’ not mentioning abdominal pain, nausea, constant headache and full body weakness. The other part of endo is that sometimes standing up for yourself is not possible. I left in tears. Prior to this I would have given her a piece of my mind, but when your body is under attack it can change that part of you. My boundaries have been shifted by my condition and I have had to go through a process of getting to know myself again by adjusting to what is possible.
    Well done for sticking up for yourself. I hope you always have the energy to do so.
    Don’t feel embarrassed, you’re not the one walking around in public areas making a tit of yourself. There are many self certified dog experts out there, many haven’t learned to have respectful dialog with their own species. I think I
    if I had a second encounter with this person I might be tempted to bark loudly at him if he tried to school me again, to show him exactly how classy I am, but only if I was feeling well enough!

    • Thanks so much for sharing your own experience. I am sorry you had to go through that… so many of us have, and it’s just like you say, with a body under attack, it is really tough to do anything else other than focus on getting through it. And I love the idea of barking at the guy, I may just do that 😉

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