I was first formally introduced to the concept of boundaries about 10 years ago. The coach/acupuncturist was telling me that I had poor boundaries with my daughter – and this was particularly evident because my email address had her name in it (meaning I needed to change it).
As I look back, I think perhaps the email thing was a bit over an over-contextualisation – but it was true, my sense of boundaries were poor.
Quite a few years ago, while reading the book “Maps to Ecstasy” by Gabrielle Roth, I was enlightened not only that there was such thing as healthy anger – but also that anger was one of the clearest methods to convey to another that a boundary had been crossed. Over time, I have found this to be true and effective, if done in the integrity of the moment and with an appropriate amplitude of emotion matching the level of boundary invasion.
But in the last couple of weeks, the final puzzle pieces have come together for me.