You Are More Than the Worst Thing You Have Done

Taking Responsibility for the Past Without Being Forever Defined by It

Accountability means facing what has already been written while taking responsibility for what we write next.

There are sentences that describe something we have done, and then there are sentences that slowly become explanations of who we are.

I lied. I betrayed someone. I hurt somebody. I committed aN unforgivable offense.

These are statements about behavior. Some describe behavior that caused enormous harm and for which a person bears real responsibility. Nothing I am about to say changes that.

But something interesting can happen to the grammar over time. I did something terrible becomes I am terrible. I downloaded child pornography becomes I am a child molester. I committed a sexual offense becomes I am a sex offender. Eventually even the noun begins to disappear because it is no longer necessary. Over time, the conclusion becomes painfully simple: This is what I am.

That is the peculiar cruelty of shame. It takes something we have done, something that has happened to us (either by choice or from someone else), or something we have come to believe about ourselves, and turns it into a statement about who we are. Eventually, shame no longer feels like an emotion we experience. It becomes an identity we inhabit, quietly eroding our sense of worth from the inside out.

I've often taught the difference between guilt and shame is that guilt describes behaivor while shame can beome our identity. It seems like a small grammatical change, but psychologically, it is enormous. And there is a strange problem hiding inside it. If the worst thing I have ever done becomes the most complete description of who I am.

So with that, what exactly is treatment supposed to accomplish? We can teach people to behave differently, think differently, develop empathy, respect boundaries, become more honest, manage sexuality responsibly, and build better relationships. But if identity has already been permanently settled by the worst chapter, all of this begins to seem like rearranging furniture in a house that has already been condemned.

I don't think that is what accountability requires.

Some Things Should Change How We See Ourselves

There is a version of You are more than your worst mistake that becomes cheap rather quickly. It belongs on a coffee mug more than in a treatment room. It can become a comforting way of saying, “That wasn't really me,” which is particularly convenient when the thing we would prefer not to call “me” is some behavior we badly wish we had never done.

But if I did it, it was me.

And there is another problem with insisting that it wasn't. In trying to distance myself from what I did, I may actually deepen the shame I am trying to escape. After all, what am I really saying? That the person who did those things is so unacceptable that I cannot bear to recognize him as myself? I have not escaped shame. I have simply found another way to organize my life around it.

Serious wrongdoing should disturb our understanding of ourselves. It should force us to become curious about things we might rather leave unexplored: what we were capable of doing, what we were willing not to notice, how we understood another person's humanity at the time, which boundaries became negotiable, and what we told ourselves that made crossing them seem possible.

But there is an important difference between acknowledging what I have done and deciding that what I have done defines everything I am. One opens the possibility of responsibility and change. The other can leave a person so thoroughly identified with his worst behavior that change begins to seem almost dishonest. If this is who I really am, what would becoming someone different even mean?

Perhaps the more difficult task is learning to say, “Yes, that was me. I did those things. I am responsible for the harm I caused. And I am also responsible for what I become next.”

The past cannot be undone. But neither does it have to be repeated.

That kind of examination is uncomfortable because most of us carry around a reasonably favorable story about ourselves. We are decent people. We care about others. We would never deliberately cause certain kinds of harm. Then something happens that doesn't fit the story, and we are left with a difficult question: What do I do with information about myself that I do not want to know?

There are two obvious possibilities. We can change the facts so they fit the person we thought we were, or change our understanding of ourselves enough to accommodate the facts. The first is called minimization. The second is where meaningful accountability begins.

The answer to shame, then, is not pretending there is nothing to be ashamed of. It is learning what to do with a truth we would rather not have needed to learn.

Shame Likes Nouns

I have always found the distinction between guilt and shame useful. Guilt says, I did something wrong. Shame makes a subtle grammatical adjustment and says, There is something wrong with me.

Guilt still contains movement. If I did something harmful, there are things I can do next. I can understand how I got there, examine the beliefs that supported it, accept consequences, acknowledge the impact on another person, learn where I ignored boundaries, and begin behaving differently.

Shame prefers nouns because nouns sound settled: offender, failure, pervert, monster. They don't describe what happened so much as announce what something is. And once behavior and identity have completely fused, we encounter a peculiar problem. If the offense is not merely something I did but the final truth about what I am, there is nowhere left to go.

This is why treatment cannot end with becoming remarkably knowledgeable about the worst thing you have ever done. Understanding the offense matters enormously, but eventually that understanding has to produce something: different relationships, different boundaries, different choices, different ways of managing loneliness or sexuality or anger or rejection, and a life in which another person's wellbeing matters more than getting what you want.

Otherwise, we have simply become historians of our own failures.

The Story We Tell About Ourselves

Acceptance and Commitment Therapy has an unfortunately academic phrase for something that is actually quite human: self-as-context. I have never particularly liked the phrase. I very much like the idea.

Human beings accumulate descriptions of themselves. I am successful. I am damaged. I am a good father. I am unlovable. I am dangerous. I am an offender. I am a Christian. I am a failure. Some of these descriptions contain considerable truth. Others contain only a little. Some describe who we once were more accurately than who we are today, while others depend rather heavily upon who is doing the describing. Someone who once described himself as dangerous may have genuinely been dangerous twenty years ago. But after years of treatment, changed behavior, and different choices, that description may no longer accurately reflect his present risk. Likewise, someone who once believed himself to be a good father may have to confront the possibility that he hasn't been one for some time.

The problem isn't that we have these stories. I don't know how a human being could live without one. The problem begins when the story becomes the room we cannot leave.

Consider what happens when someone says, “I am a failure.” It sounds like a statement of fact, as though the person has finally discovered something definitive about himself. But failure at what? Under what circumstances? According to whose judgment? Has he always been a failure, or has he come to understand himself that way because of certain experiences? And if he has failed, does that mean failure is all he is capable of?

These questions don't erase what has happened. They simply challenge the assumption that a description, even an accurate one, tells the whole story of a human being. We are capable of examining what we believe about ourselves, recognizing where those beliefs came from, and deciding whether they should determine what we do next.

This doesn't mean there is some untouched, innocent “real you” hiding beneath everything you have ever done. That would be an extraordinarily useful loophole for anyone who has caused serious harm. It means that our history belongs to us, but it doesn't necessarily settle the question of who we are becoming.

No single description of you contains all of you.

The offense belongs to your history because you put it there. It cannot be removed simply because you have come to dislike what it says about you. But neither does it become the container into which every other fact about your life must now be placed.

“That's Not Who I Really Am”

People sometimes say after doing something terrible, “That's not who I really am.” I understand the impulse. Most of us carry around a reasonably favorable understanding of ourselves. We know our intentions, remember our better moments, and tend to think of our failures as exceptions to the people we believe ourselves to be. And then we do something that doesn't fit the story.

Psychologists have a name for some of the discomfort that follows: cognitive dissonance. We have one understanding of ourselves and another piece of evidence that doesn't agree with it. Something has to give. We can reconsider what we believe about ourselves, or we can find a way to explain why the behavior doesn't really count. Perhaps we were under enormous stress. Perhaps someone else provoked us. Perhaps we weren't thinking clearly. Sometimes those explanations contain considerable truth. But they can also become ways of avoiding the more troubling question: Why did I give myself permission to do something I knew was wrong?

There is another problem, one that interests me even more. Sometimes saying That wasn't really me is an attempt to escape shame. The person cannot bear the thought that someone capable of such behavior could also be the person he has always understood himself to be. So he separates the two. There is the person he believes he is, and there is the person who did those terrible things. But separating them doesn't necessarily relieve the shame. It may deepen it. After all, what does it say about the person who committed the offense if he is someone I cannot even acknowledge as myself?

And here is where the psychology becomes particularly interesting. The more energy I spend defending the person I believe myself to be, the less energy I may have available to understand the person I have actually been. I become invested in protecting my identity rather than examining my behavior. I may even become more interested in proving that I am a good person than in doing the difficult work of becoming one.

I have come to think that this is one of the more important distinctions in therapy. There is a difference between protecting our understanding of ourselves and developing our character. The first asks, How can I explain what happened without losing the person I believe myself to be? The second asks, What does what happened tell me about the person I have been, and what must change if I am going to become someone different?

Of course, understanding why someone behaved as he did does not excuse the behavior. Nor does a willingness to change erase the harm already caused. The people who were hurt are not obligated to forgive, trust, or participate in anyone's redemption. Accountability includes accepting those realities, even when doing so is painful.

But something important becomes possible when a person no longer needs to insist that his behavior belonged to someone else. He can begin examining the beliefs, permissions, habits, circumstances, and smaller decisions that made the behavior possible. He can learn to recognize them earlier, question them more honestly, and make different choices before the familiar sequence unfolds again.

Perhaps that is the real difference between defending an identity and developing a character. One tries to preserve the story we have been telling ourselves. The other requires us to become more interested in the truth than in the story.

And sometimes that is where change begins.

One Chapter Can Change the Book Without Becoming the Whole Book

We tend to make two opposite mistakes with serious wrongdoing. The first is minimization: It wasn't that bad. It only happened once. Nobody was really hurt. There were circumstances. Accountability requires dismantling those sentences because we cannot take responsibility for a version of events that has been edited to protect us from ourselves.

The opposite mistake sounds more remorseful: This is all I am.

But it may not be any more accurate.

A human life contains thousands of chapters: childhood, friendships, failures, kindnesses, betrayals, work, sexuality, love, selfishness, courage, cowardice, parenthood, grief, mistakes, repair, and countless ordinary afternoons that never appear in a police report. Some chapters are more consequential than others. A single chapter can change how we understand much of the book that came before it and everything that follows.

But it still isn't the whole book.

The challenge is to resist both temptations at once. Do not make the offense smaller than it was. And do not make yourself so small that the offense is the only thing left.

You Can Become Very Self-Absorbed While Hating Yourself

There is another uncomfortable paradox here. Extreme self-condemnation can look remarkably similar to accountability because the person is obviously suffering. I can't believe I did this. My life is ruined. Everyone thinks I'm disgusting. I'll never be normal again.

Those feelings may be completely genuine. But notice where the camera is pointed.

At me.

The subject is my shame, my reputation, my future, my losses, my family, my career, what people think about me, and whether I will ever feel normal again. I can spend enormous amounts of time hating myself without spending very much time thinking about the person I harmed.

An offense is not primarily important because it revealed something unpleasant about your character. It matters because your choices affected another human being. Accountability eventually requires turning the camera around: What did my behavior mean for that person? What did I take from them? What fear, confusion, betrayal, disruption, or pain might they have carried afterward? What boundaries do they need from me now?

Self-hatred is not the same thing as empathy. Sometimes self-hatred is simply shame staring into a mirror.

Eventually the Question Changes

Treatment necessarily begins by looking backward. What happened? What were you thinking? What did you minimize? What were the circumstances leading up to the behavior? Where were the places you could have stopped? What beliefs, fantasies, resentments, habits, secrets, opportunities, or vulnerabilities helped create the pathway?

These are essential questions because the past is often more understandable than it first appears. Behavior that seemed to “just happen” usually looks considerably less mysterious when we slow it down and examine the sequence. Understanding that sequence gives us more places to intervene the next time life begins arranging similar ingredients.

But eventually another question has to enter the room:

Who are you becoming?

That is a different question from Who were you when you offended? The first question requires history. The second requires a life.

You don't become an honest person by deciding that honest is one of your values. You become more honest when telling the truth costs you something and you tell it anyway. You don't become safe because you announce that you are safe; you become safer by noticing risk earlier, respecting boundaries when nobody is checking, asking for help before a problem becomes an emergency, and repeatedly choosing another person's wellbeing over immediate gratification.

And you don't become trustworthy because you badly want people to trust you again. Trustworthiness is accumulated behavior, and unfortunately the person doing the accumulating doesn't get to decide when somebody else has seen enough.

Identity, in this sense, is less like a verdict and more like something we practice.

You Need More Than a Life Organized Around Not Offending

There comes a point when a person cannot spend the rest of his life successfully not doing something. Not offending is essential, obviously, but it is an awfully thin description of a human life.

You need relationships in which honesty is possible. Work that asks something worthwhile of you. Interests that have nothing to do with treatment. Sexuality that respects the autonomy and humanity of another person. People who know you well enough to notice when something is changing. Ways of handling loneliness, disappointment, anger, boredom, rejection, desire, and shame that don't require someone else to pay the price.

You need things worth moving toward, not merely things to keep moving away from.

This may be one of the most important changes that occurs over time. Early on, safety can feel like a collection of prohibitions: Don't do this. Stay away from that. Watch for these thoughts. Avoid these circumstances. Those boundaries matter. But a mature life cannot be built entirely out of fences.

Eventually there has to be something inside the fence worth protecting.

Other People May Still See the Worst Thing

Perhaps the hardest part of all of this is that changing your life does not give you control over what other people think your life means.

Some people may never trust you again. Someone you harmed may never forgive you, and forgiveness is not something you are entitled to receive simply because you have changed. A spouse may decide reconciliation is impossible. An employer may conclude that the risk is unacceptable. Legal restrictions and a criminal record may remain long after treatment ends.

Becoming larger than your offense does not mean insisting that everyone else adopt your preferred story about you. In fact, that demand can become another way of making the story about yourself.

You can become trustworthy without demanding trust. You can change without demanding recognition for having changed. You can live differently without requiring everyone who knows your history to agree that you are now a different person.

There is something quietly mature about that. I cannot control the sentence you use to describe me. I can control what I do with the next part of my life.

The Past Is Settled. Identity Is Not.

I have spent much of my career sitting with people who have done things they deeply regret, including things that caused serious harm. I have never found it particularly useful to pretend otherwise.

But I have also never found it useful to believe that the worst thing a human being has done must therefore become the most complete thing that can ever be said about him.

If that were true, the entire idea of treatment would become rather strange. Why understand how the offense happened? Why challenge the thinking that supported it? Why develop empathy, learn healthy sexuality, build honest relationships, create support systems, practice boundaries, or learn better ways of managing anger, loneliness, rejection, fantasy, and desire?

Why do any of it if the final sentence about the person has already been written?

The answer, I think, is that the past is settled. Identity is not. Those are very different things.

What happened happened. Responsibility means refusing to rewrite it merely because the truth has become painful to carry. But the person carrying that history is standing in the present, and the present still contains choices.

There are still people to love without possessing them. Boundaries to respect when nobody is watching. Truths to tell before they become secrets. Disappointments to tolerate without making them somebody else's problem. Relationships to repair where repair is possible, and losses to accept where it isn't. There is work to do, people to protect, and thousands of ordinary decisions in which a different life is gradually constructed.

Perhaps this is the paradox at the center of accountability. You cannot become larger than your past by pretending it doesn't belong to you. You become larger by carrying it honestly without allowing it to become the only thing you are capable of carrying.

You did what you did, and you are responsible for it. But you are also responsible for what you do next.

That may be both the most hopeful and the most demanding thing we can say to someone who has caused serious harm.

You are more than the worst thing you have done. Now comes the long work of living like it.

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