I had been unsure about sharing such things, but clearly it had been the right thing to do. She was so much looking forward to going home. We talked about that; about how much nicer it is to be with your own things, and to sleep in your own bed. In my mind, I could certainly relate to those aspects of her predicament, but did not mention this. I'm so glad I read one of the books I had rented from Chegg for one of my classes, since here I get to actually implement some of the points there. In normal conversation one is always tempted to bring up similar examples from one's own life in response to comments from whomsoever one is in conversation with. In my current role in this place, as the book reminds me, you cannot do that. It is not about you it is all about the person you are being with; they don't need to know about your 36 hour labor, or about living in a sublet and with someone else's stuff, or about the trauma of transatlantic moves, or that time your kid went missing, but briefly, and it was dark and you were terrified. No, now your job is to listen and acknowledge and certainly one should empathize (heaven knows that whatever experiences you have had in your life facilitate that but must remain unmentioned).
It truly is most profound and wonderful, nay privileged, to be able to share with someone who is having to face something - which we all ultimately face, of course, but which few of us are actually called upon to face quite so precipitously.