“Why isn’t anybody listening to me?” Sometimes I mutter these words under my breath through clenched teeth. Sometimes I shout them above the noise of two recorders, a yelling five year old and the blasting radio. (The recorders were a “gift” from someone who claims to love me. You know who you are.) Other times it’s just a thought. Nobody is listening to me.

When we listen to other people, really listen, we say, “You are worth my time and attention.” When we listen well we use attending behaviours like nodding the head, using facial expressions that match the situation, facing the speaker, relaxing the body into an open posture and making hmmm-mmm noises. When we listen well we reflect the speaker’s feelings, summarise and check understanding and ask sensitive questions.


It’s not often that my children listen in this way, though I am finding that as they mature they listen well with greater frequency. But quite a lot of the time, it’s not a matter of listening well. It’s about listening at all.

A few weeks ago I found myself in a social situation with people I didn’t know very well. I sat down and said hello to someone I thought might become a new friend. What took place over the next forty-five minutes was a conversation that involved me listening as she talked. I nodded and smiled, asked questions and listened some more. After about half an hour I became aware that she hadn’t shown any interest in me at all. I walked away from the interaction feeling empty.

There are rational explanations for all of the above. My children are just children, for goodness sake! They are so engrossed in what they are doing that giving my voice their attention can be difficult for them. Fair enough. I know as well as anyone else how frustrating it can be to be interrupted when I’m concentrating. What’s more, it takes time to develop a sense of understanding about another person’s feelings. They know it’s annoying when someone ignores them, but it’s hard for them to imagine what’s happening for someone else when the shoe is on the other foot. They are gradually learning that listening is kindness.

Maybe the woman who talked and didn’t listen was having a hard day. Maybe no one ever listens to her and she was glad to finally have someone who would. Maybe she was shy.

But on an especially difficult day, this is what I think:

“Nobody ever listens to me because they don’t think I’m worth it.”


Looking at those words, like bullet holes on my screen, I’m struck by their irrationality. Nobody? As in, nobody on this Earth? And not ever? And according to this I’m a mind-reader: I know exactly what they think. When I think it through, I know thoughts like these are unhelpful. I remind myself to wear my bullet-proof vest and just breathe.

Taking a logical approach to thoughts like these is one way of dealing with them. Sometimes logic is just the ticket; other times it doesn’t quite cut it.

This is why I regularly give myself the gift of listening. While I have a small group of friends who I know will listen to me when I really need someone else to understand, I have also cultivated my own ways of tuning into my inner voice. I could tell you about all of them, but one thing they have in common is silence. Perhaps it’s ironic that the single thing that is in such short supply around here is the one thing I need to really listening to the murmurings of the spirit.

What do I hear when I listen to those murmurings? Well, an awful lot. But it boils down to this: “You are worth my time and attention.” That’s enough to sustain me for quite a while.

©Lisa Hassan Scott 2015.

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  • 08/05/2015 at 12:01 am

    Another great post as always, Lisa. I share your frustration that at times it feels as if no one is listening to me, when I ask my children to do something several times and they don’t. I also share your frustration at people who talk at you non-stop.
    I love your point about giving yourself the gift of listening. Sometimes I crave utter silence so I can just pause from it all and check in with myself. x

    • 08/05/2015 at 9:05 am

      Thanks Cathryn– I figured a lot of people experience the same thing. The silence is just so helpful, isn’t it? If nobody else will listen I know that I will.

  • 08/05/2015 at 2:27 am

    wow, beautiful- thank you

    • 08/05/2015 at 9:03 am

      Thanks Lucy <3

    • 08/05/2015 at 6:47 pm

      Thank you :’-)

  • 08/05/2015 at 5:35 pm

    Lovely post Lisa, and ditto what the two other commenters said. Funnily enough I was just thinking the other day that I hadn’t heard much from you recently! Hope you’re doing okay. Best wishes xx

    • 08/05/2015 at 6:48 pm

      Ah Marija, thank you 🙂 Just caught in the pack ice of daily life, but enjoying it. Hope you are well.

  • 11/05/2015 at 1:24 pm

    Ah yes, silence – so elusive. For me I seek silence from the chatter in my own mind as well as my surroundings so that I can be a receiver of my own wisdom. That is my main goal these days and the most difficult to achieve.
    Thanks for your words Lisa. Miss you!!!!

    • 14/05/2015 at 6:19 pm

      A receiver of your own wisdom– yes, this. I miss you too. And your wisdom. Lisa

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