"You don't even know who I am."
To me, as a Samson Society facilitator as well as a Silas to numerous men, when you hear, either directly or indirectly, these aforementioned phrases from another Samson Society man, it's likely you're at a stalwart or about to witness platonic implosion.
We're a world built, literally, on criticism and complaints. As a culture, we are pedigreed to critique and constantly turn our attention towards everything BUT ourselves, and a huge swath of the Internet is geared towards nothing more than that.
Samson Society isn't a social club. It can become as such, but that's not what it's mission is. It's a place where men can find healing and recovery, and if that recovery requires they go beyond The Path of Samson Society (trained therapeutic counseling, for example), it needs to segue there. Otherwise, it's not following the natural progression of its mission.
But, man oh man, it's hard to find the humility to step into that paradigm. I can speak to that personally due to the breadth of professional counseling I've received over the years - from both PhDs and licensed therapists. Nevertheless, it's been worth almost every private session of the 5 counselors I've talked to over the course of my life.
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When you spend months and months, if not years walking alongside another man within the Samson Society paradigm, for me at least, there becomes a familiarity to that man. Patterns become apparent, and from there, you either see maturation forward or cycles of inner circling. And regarding the latter, the illicit behaviors may have ceased, but the man simply isn't changing inwardly. And from there, it's obvious to me that there's more work to be done that Samson Society simply cannot help with (explicitly).
That's what catches my attention, and usually when I speak up.
Friendships, from there, either accelerate forward hand in hand or come to a screeching halt. All depending on how that Samson guy reacts.
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