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Blame and the Guilt Button

Blame and the Guilt Button

Blame and the Guilt Button — people use blaming as a weapon — using guilt as a way to manipulate others into doing their bidding. The cure? Self-responsibility.

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I suppose if I have one attribute that I wouldn’t want to be without, I suspect that “the key to my success” (such as it is) might be that I, quite early, learned to disconnect my “guilt button.”

God knows I’ve been worked on by experts, and yet there is some­thing going on in me that caus­es attempts at manip­u­la­tion to run off of me like water off a ducks’ back.

A few concepts, before we dig in.


Guilt is dif­fer­ent from “tak­ing respon­si­bil­i­ty when I’ve made a mistake.” 

I notice when, on the few occa­sions 😉 that I screw up, I’m pret­ty quick to own up to my mis­take, apol­o­gise and do what I can to make amends. 

On the oth­er hand, I have a real nose for when peo­ple are mak­ing a move in the direc­tion of try­ing to “make me” respon­si­ble for their stuff.

Ben Wong and Jock McK­een, in The NEW Man­u­al for Life, dif­fer­en­ti­ate between guilt and shame. They write that guilt is always based upon trans­gress­ing an exter­nal­ly applied norm. 

Shame, on the oth­er hand, is relat­ed to the feel­ing one gets when one real­izes he or she has not been “all that they could be” in a situation.

  • Shame is direct­ly con­nect­ed to a fail­ure to take per­son­al respon­si­bil­i­ty.
  • Guilt is relat­ed to a wish to divert atten­tion away from the self, and is also about resis­tance to mak­ing per­son­al change.

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My mom, who died in 2000, in addi­tion to hav­ing a ton of great attrib­ut­es, was an expert at “doing blame” in an attempt to make oth­ers feel “guilty.”

Part of her shtick came from a pro­found sense of entitlement. 

Until the day she died, she assumed that the impor­tance of how she saw her­self and what she want­ed should take prece­dence over the life choic­es of every­one else.

How can they treat me like this?” was short­hand for “Don’t they know who I am?”

Grow­ing up and watch­ing mom do the “blam­ing thing” to get her way steeled me against the wiles of the guilt trap. 

I remem­ber a call I got from my mom, back when she and dad were in their 70s. The whole point of the call, mom being in tears through­out, was to let me know that dad had final­ly said “no” to her. 

I can’t believe it! I nev­er thought I’d live so long! He said, ‘no!’ ”

Let’s be clear here: if the things request­ed by “guilt but­ton push­ers” did­n’t, at some lev­el, make sense, they’d have no effect on us. 

The hook is found in the under­ly­ing mes­sage: “I want you to vio­late your­self, so that you’ll cave in do what I want you to do.”

This differs from a request, which goes, “Here is my preference. What do you choose?”


The way through “guilt­ing” is to learn to be self-respon­si­ble; to address “guil­ters” this way:

That you want me to be a cer­tain way is inter­est­ing. I choose to be the way that works for me. Whether you choose to hurt your­self over that or not is your choice.”

Most people never get to this place.

Why? Because peo­ple put more store in the opin­ions of oth­ers than in their own self-understanding.

My dad, on the oth­er hand, was pret­ty good at deal­ing with real­i­ty with­out expec­ta­tion — good at dis­en­gag­ing from guilt. He was emi­nent­ly self-suf­fi­cient, and dealt with life as it came. He dealt with his emo­tions direct­ly and efficiently.

Back in the ear­ly 70s, he was work­ing at Radio Shack, and the store got robbed. Dad would have been in his 60s at the time. 

The rob­bers tied him up with speak­er wire, threw him to the floor, and stole his wal­let and engage­ment ring. Then they sat on his back and clicked a gun next to his ear, and threat­ened to kill him. They left after 15 minutes.

A cus­tomer found dad trussed up sev­er­al min­utes later.

Ini­tial­ly, dad was real­ly pissed off at every per­son of the racial group of the peo­ple that had robbed him. He railed against “them,” and start­ed using racial epithets. 

I lis­tened and encour­aged him to dump. 

After 3 months he bought me a cup of cof­fee and said, “Wow. I almost became a racist over the actions of two guys. I could have spent the rest of my life hat­ing. Close call, huh?”

So, it was interesting that, a year after mom died, my dad attempted to push my “guilt button.”

After mom died, we sent her body off (as per her Liv­ing Will) to the Uni­ver­si­ty of Toron­to Med­ical School. They told us that they might use her body for as long as three years. 

18 months after mom died, they were done, and she was cremated.

The ash­es end­ed up at a ceme­tery in Toron­to, await­ing pick-up. I told dad. Nev­er one to want to deal with the dead, he said, “This is your moth­er. What are you going to do about her ash­es? A good son would care about his moth­er and deal with all of this.”

I replied, “It’s not my moth­er. It’s her ash­es. And the deci­sion about the dis­pos­al of her ash­es is yours.”

He tried to pass the buck a cou­ple more times, to both Dar­bel­la and me. We resist­ed being “guilt­ed” into decid­ing. He got mad, then qui­et, then went home.

I picked up the ash­es, and let dad know. He still tried to pass the buck about what to do with them, but he was smil­ing. Because his attempt was no longer seri­ous, I sug­gest­ed a place she’d loved as the best place the ash­es could be scattered.

His smile deep­ened. “She’d like that. She loved that place.”


The dif­fer­ence was in dad’s inten­tion. Dad ini­tial­ly tried to play on my emo­tions; “She’s your moth­er, and you’re being dis­re­spect­ful.” His mes­sage was that there is a cer­tain way I was to act, based upon a soci­etal norm (and to make things eas­i­er on him…)

My mes­sage, in return, was to say that dad was using guilt to pass the buck, thus avoid­ing a dif­fi­cult deci­sion he did­n’t want to make. I opt­ed out of that game. 

Once dad stopped with the guilt games, things changed.

He moved from “guilt­ing” to ask­ing — from try­ing to manip­u­late me into tak­ing over by push­ing the “guilt but­ton” to dia­logue and inquiry.


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Emo­tion­al black­mail is ram­pant in our society. 

Say­ing, “I’m emo­tion­al­ly upset and hav­ing dif­fi­cul­ty decid­ing. Please offer your opin­ion,” is dif­fer­ent from, “If you were a decent per­son, you’d stop being a jerk and bail me out.” 

The first is a self-respon­si­ble ask­ing for assis­tance. The sec­ond is an attempt to manip­u­late through guilt.

Guilt is an inter­est­ing thing. It’s always linked to some­one not want­i­ng to take respon­si­bil­i­ty for their own “stuff” — linked to some­one try­ing to use emo­tions to get some­one else fix their messes.

Think about your expe­ri­ences with guilt. Do you use guilt and manip­u­la­tion to get your way? Are you vic­tim­iz­ing your­self when oth­ers use guilt with you? The way out is simple.

Self-responsibility, once again. As always.


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