I realize that in my quest to be “open” I have lacked necessary personal boundaries. As I begin to see the necessity for certain boundaries it feels like a deep belief that I have in “openness” as a value is at the risk of being lost. It troubles me. It feels like the loss of a treasure. Can I compare it to a loss of innocence? Can you speak to the value of each, openness and having boundaries, to the conflict of the two, or to whatever else you hear me saying?
