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“Dovrà imparare a stabilire dei limiti e a farli conoscere alla persone che la circondano. La sua personalità la induce spesso a cercare di compiacere gli altri: una forma di sovradattamento cronico ai bisogni del prossimo a danno dei propri. Per natura lei è molto empatica, ma anche se è buona cosa occuparsi del benessere altrui, non bisogna confondere l'empatia "asciutta" con l'empatia "bagnata"! Con quest'ultima ci si fa carico del pathos dell'altro, si assorbono le sue emozioni negative e si finisce per stare male a propria volta. Con l'empatia asciutta, invece, si riesce ad ascoltare i problemi di chi ci sta attorno senza per questo farsi contaminare dagli umori nefasti. Smetta di essere troppo gentile; sia semplicemente autentica nelle sue emozioni e impari a dire di volta in volta cosa la disturba. Per esprimere ciò che sente è meglio una FESTA: F sta per i Fatti che l'hanno contrariata, E: esprima la sua emozione, S: pensi a una soluzione vantaggiosa per entrambi, TA: proponga un Terreno d'Accordo, un punto d'incontro.”

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