As others have said, I find it much, much easier (quite instinctual in fact) to offer compassion, empathy, or whatever you choose to call it to others. I actually believe it's easier to offer this because it is an emotional expression over which I have complete control. In essence, it's all about the other person and not about me at all. I have control. I choose what to offer, when and how to offer it, who to offerit to and, if necessary, when and why to take it away again. All about me, the end...
This is inherently so so much safer for me than placing myself in any situation where the emotional intent is directed at me. So needless to sayI find myself almost obsessively seeking to help and support others at times, more and more so when I feel worse and worse about myself. For this reason, I provide the ideal platform for my T to incessatnly ask me to think about what I would say to someone in my situation and to consider how that hypothetical dialogue would differ from my own analysis of myself. There is inevitably a yawning chasm of difference, and the rational part of my brain knows that's illogical, and I can't explain in any way why I judge myself and my own behaviour againsta complete different standard to that which I apply to others, but I do, and the harder I try to convince myself out of it, the less I can.
Odd, isn't it.
MD