Human beings love certainty. Not the truth. Certainty. Certainty feels safe. Certainty feels powerful. Certainty lets you sit in a conversation like you already know what the other person needs, what they are doing wrong, what they should feel, how they should heal, and why they keep messing up. And the moment somebody feels certain about their way of growing, their way of communicating, their way of regulating, their way of understanding pain… a quiet little hierarchy starts building in the room. Not out loud. Not on purpose. But you can feel it. Somebody listening… somebody judging. Somebody explaining…somebody diagnosing. Somebody talking…somebody grading.All of a sudden the conversation stops feeling like two people trying to understand each other and starts feeling like one person holding the answer key.