You're exquisitely attuned to others. You notice every micro-shift in tone, every wrinkle of discomfort, every unmet need before it's spoken. You love to love, to give, to serve.
And it's real — but it's also a shield. At some point, your nervous system learned: if I keep them happy, I stay safe. If you could anticipate, soften, or satisfy others, you could avoid the sting of rejection, conflict, or abandonment. So you became the one who says yes. Who adjusts. Who quiets your own hunger.
Even in sex, even in desire, you shape-shift for harmony. But in the silence after, a question lingers: What about me?