I started reading this book because I've found it increasingly difficult to get accustomed to how people tend to relate, especially those on the dating scene.
Being someone who generally goes against the current, I picked up this book because I figured there was an answer to why I was struggling to build deeper connections with the men that I decide to go out with.
Turns out, like most other things, that there's a science behind it. The oxytocin that women release during sex make us more prone to attaching to the men we sleep with, which is totally normal. We release this hormone during childbirth and lactation too, it's our nurture instinct... We are made to care (I'm pretty sure I read this last part in another book), but normative culture says we shouldn't. There's a drill that we shouldn't really care, how we should just accept that things are savage out there and that we need to be built for combat to make it in the warfare. But I'm soft, and gentle, and generally always look for the best in people, and I don't want my heart to harden, but I've noticed a pattern in my dating life and wanted to use a thicker lense to look at it.
Anyway, following a series of case studies, Jill Webber, using cases of clients she's worked with over the years, draws maps of how we as women sometimes give into what she terms "sextimacy" when what we really want is intimacy. She follows neurological paths that are carved from childhood and elaborates on how we keep walking up and down these streets till they are cemented into our instinctual responses.
She then uses this blueprint to map alternative routes that lead to the destination we actually want to get to, weighing on on the concept of neuroplasticity. I won't say it was an easy read, I had to stop a lot and take account of a number of things, but it was exciting... All those aha moments when I was like, "Oh, that's why..."
What I loved about the this read is that it highlighted, in more ways than one, the idea of an sense of self that is not fully developed. I love a book that leads me to a new rabbit hole.