When I first read the pamphlet on detachment it was like a light bulb went off in my head. I got it. I felt such a sense of relief. However, actually putting it into practice took a lot of time and energy, and I still have to be vigilant about staying on my side of the street. More than anything I am glad I realized that my idea of "helping" was really a desire to control. I don't want to be that person. I'm not anymore, but being the oldest of seven children raised in a pretty chaotic environment, taking control is an automatic response for me. At least now I'm aware of it.