09/01/2026
The Performance of Caring
I’ve been thinking about the performance of caring.
Not necessarily fake caring, since I do think many people genuinely do care. Caring sometimes creates discomfort while it presents us with something that needs attention, effort, time, responsibility, maybe an inconvenience or a change and when we don’t know what to do with that discomfort, when there is such an easy way to get rid of it, we find somebody else to hold it!
We…..
Point.
Did you call them?
You need to do this!
Has this or that been done?
Someone needs to take care of that….
And somewhere in there, concern quietly shifts away, good old blame and shame rears their ugly head and that shift feels pretty good.
Which is incredibly convenient.
Blame and shame take responsibility right off our own platter. If I can establish what you should have done, I don’t have to spend nearly as much time considering what I could have be doing.
Concern expressed. Fault identified. Responsibility transferred. Conscience cleared.
Feels pretty damn good.
For some there comes the little internal pat on the back:
Well, I tried.
I said something.
I told them.
I did what I could.
But did you?
Or did you simply transfer your discomfort to someone else?
I don’t think this is limited to how we care for people. I think it is connected to how we handle responsibility almost everywhere in our lives.
Look at the workplace..
Especially systems of care!
There are people who notice what needs to be done and become part of getting it done. They anticipate. Organize. Problem-solve. Follow through. Check back.
It’s not performative, it’s care.
There are people who notice what needs to be done and become extremely efficient at making sure somebody else knows about it.
Performative.
Those are not the same thing.
Or, a home..
One person may be carrying the invisible architecture, remembering, scheduling, anticipating, purchasing, cleaning, repairing, planning, noticing and thinking three steps ahead.
Another person walks into the kitchen and announces that the milk is almost gone. Technically, both people noticed the milk.
Only one of them is carrying the house. And when something finally gets missed?
Here comes the feel good blame.
You forgot the milk.
Which is fascinating when the person doing the blaming never considered it their responsibility in the first place.
We do this emotionally, too.
We point out someone else’s reaction without examining what happened before it.
We criticize someone for being overwhelmed without asking what they’ve been carrying.
We shame people for dropping a ball while conveniently ignoring how many balls we, ourselves might have handed them.
And we call ourselves “concerned”.
Maybe that is why genuine responsibility is so closely connected to follow through.
Responsibility isn’t noticing.
Organization isn’t keeping track of what everybody else needs to do.
Communication isn’t transferring information until the problem lands in somebody else’s lap and caring isn’t pointing at the person already carrying the weight and explaining how they could carry it better.
Real responsibility has a loop:
Notice it.
Own your part of problem/solution.
Act.
Follow through.
Check back.
That last part tells us a lot.
Because people who take ownership tend to circle back.
Did that get handled?
How did it go?
What still needs to happen?
What can I take on?
People who are primarily trying to relieve themselves of responsibility often don’t check back. Sitting in the “I told them…” is enough to feel like they’ve done a good job, it’s handed off and mentally that file is closed.
When things don’t go well, blame and shame provide another exit ramp.
Someone should have…
They should have known…
Why didn’t they…
When the harder question is:
Why didn’t I?
Not because everything is our responsibility, but because maturity requires being able to distinguish between what belongs to us, what belongs to someone else and what belongs to us, together.
Which requires something much harder than pointing fingers.
It requires looking in the damn mirror. What do I consistently take ownership of? Where do I follow through? Where do I expect other people to carry things I could reasonably help carry? Where have I confused identifying a problem with contributing to its solution? Last, where have I used blame or shame to make myself feel as if I’m being “responsible” without actually taking a bit of responsibility?
There is a tremendous difference between caring about something and participating in its care.
From loved ones to friendships to those we can see but may never ever know, you don’t get to point at the weight, tell somebody else how they should carry it, blame them when they struggle and pat yourself on the back, that’s blame and it delivers, shame.