In this case, the quote “Fake it ’til you make it” can help. In others, maybe not so much.
I know I have value. My parts know they have value. As a system, we know we have value. I’m learning to show this and advocate for myself on many levels and in my personal life more, but with work or school or finding a new job?
Our family, friends, and colleagues value us same as we value them. It’s easy for me to recognize, appreciate, and describe the value in other people. That’s ingrained in me and something I like to do because I do believe every living being has value.
Recognizing this, accepting it as true is a whole different ball game. My training, the voices in my head, the monsters all tell me I don’t have value. The flashbacks and dreams and nightmares show me getting put down or ignored or embarrassed or shamed every time I try to describe my skills or accomplishments until I started to believe that I couldn’t show people my skills or do anything well because I’d make a mistake or embarrass myself with a panic attack.
Like with doing a self-review at work or updating a resume or writing one’s own job description, I have to sit down and commit words to paper that describe how I add value with my accomplishments and skills.
Every time I try to do this, I panic. Literally have flashbacks and panic attacks or go into freeze mode – especially brain freeze – and come up empty.
The Shame/Fear component
One of the most effective ways to train someone is to be consistently unpredictable with punishments. Every once in a while, praise the individual on something. Then next time she does it, punish her. Then ask her to do the task or perform the skill again a few times without punishment or praise. The random and unpredictable changes will confuse and shame/scare her into not wanting to ever participate or do or perform that task/skill again.
That’s how I feel about sewing, knitting, decorating, putting things together, coloring/drawing/painting, and crafting. I have especially vivid flashbacks of being in third or fourth grade and learning how to make bows to put on barrettes or ornaments for Christmas gifts to my family. The sense of pride and accomplishment for being able to cut straight lines, ironing the fabric to create flat seams, and hand sewing the bows all by myself with my aunt.
After that, I have about 3 weeks of traumatic amnesia where I see myself opening the drawer I reserved for crafts; looking at the half finished bows, needles, thread, and fabric; trembling in fear with blurred vision as I tried to take one out and work on it; freezing into a blank-minded paralyzed state; and then coming back to myself with the drawer closed.
I never did finish those Christmas bows. Nor did I pick up a needle or thread or use a sewing machine for years after that. In fact, the fear was so bad, that I failed my sewing home economics class. Even though I knew how to sew; I knew how to thread a bobbin and what all of the part of the machine were called, I couldn’t pass the test or demonstrate knowledge in front of the teacher or the class.
When I tried to take sewing classes a few years ago (before the move), the same thing happened again. I froze in fear and moved way to slow to keep up with class. And embarrassed myself in front of my classmates. I still try to sew, put things on the walls of my apartment, knit, etc. Sometimes I can accomplish the goal. Other times, not so much.
These days, I’m getting ready to make some big changes. Kind of like diving into the deep end of a cold pool instead of starting at the shallow end and easing my way in. Beyond doing basic stuff for pleasure or fun (hobbies listed above), I am also taking online classes in aromatherapy and reviewing my current skill set for work. Plus I am taking training classes through work to get better at interviewing, working in a team, using Excel, and so on.
Because I want to be able to talk about my job or career with confidence when asked professional or academic questions – working with colleagues, school interviews, reviews, meetings with my team mates, group, department, or colleagues in other departments no mater their role/rank/status.
I want to be able to recognize my value without having a panic attack or letting the negative voices in my head take over to stop me from being me.
But more than anything else, I want to show by example that race, religion, ethnicity, gender, size, sexual orientation, age, etc. mean less than nothing when an individual has achieved a secure sense of himself through knowing, respecting, valuing, and accepting all of himself as he grows and changes throughout life.
This means EVERYTHING including: the GOOD, the BAD, the IN BETWEEN, the STRENGTHS, the WEAKNESSES, the DARK, the GRAY, the LIGHT
How Do I Do This?
No idea. Right now, my plan is trial and error. Then learn from my mistakes.
Sure, this sends me into a confused state more often than not. But I always come out of it with insight, information, sometimes knowledge or wisdom, and a little more confidence that I am on the correct path for me.
Maybe someday you will try this too. If you do try it, know that at least one person is by your side cheering you on.
Thanks for reading