Day #26 of year 2...Imposter Syndrom
Apr. 11th, 2021 06:02 pmAh, the rainy day that I was hungering for arrived. Although my sinuses have been driving me crazy along with my digestive system.
Also I did not take the break from the news media that I promised myself. I may need to block news media next week. I made the colossal mistake of reading an article in the NY Times this morning about a Beloved Fourth Year Grade School Teacher in San Clementine, California - who went to the Capitol on Jan 6 and "peacefully" protested in favor of Trump. (There's no proof that she was a rioter per the FBI.) Also she'd gone around harassing folks for wearing masks. The article was about the debate that occurred in the school district - there were two separate petitions - one that asked for her immediate removal, and one that disagreed stating it was a violation of free speech. A lot of people had been shocked to learn of her politics, because previously she'd been quiet, as had her husband, a yoga guru - but alas the pandemic hit - and they fell down the misinformation rabbit hole of Qanon. (The people who have fallen down the rabbit hole - all think the journalists don't fact check and their facts are true. These are folks who buy snake oil from snake oil salesmen, and believe the urban legends.)
Mother: So, what happened to this woman?
ME: Nothing. It's not illegal to be a ranting screaming banshee on politics. You can rant about any political thing you want.
Mother: And you can't be fired for it.
Me: Nope. Hence the impotent rage. I swear these articles trigger me in the worst way.
I just read a Get Pocket article about how the news can trigger people, and how it is important to put safe guards in place. I kind of - have. I don't watch the news much - if at all any longer. I check my weather app - for the weather. Also I get the Times briefing - which is just headlines. I've stopped reading up on COVID, and if I want news on it - I scan the Governor's daily email - which gives me the positive spin on the facts and the NY Times breifing. Also the COVID Map of Doom via John Hopkins.
On FB? Way back in 2017 - I joined a GH fanboard that prohibits any discussion of politics or current events. I also joined various other non-political group sites - which are ad free.
On Twitter? I followed fan sites on comics, film, and entertainment. Less news. And stayed off of it for the most part.
DW isn't an issue. I talk about current events more than most - well me, Petz and Conuly. Everyone else doesn't for the most part.
Also, I realized in reading the article - that I am triggered by weight loss articles, exercise articles, and vacation articles at the moment. It makes me panic that I haven't set up vacation plans or made plans to see my family.
Mother today -- or rather just now, told me that she envied Aunt D for being near her family. It wasn't doable for mine. No one stayed in Kansas City, where we spent most of our family life. And my parents dislike New York - it's too cold in the winter for them, too expensive, and too crowded and hectic. They prefer their island. My brother and I couldn't move south, we don't like the south that much, and no job opportunities for us. Also, I don't drive - and the North is better equipped for those who don't drive than the South is - for some reason or other.
That said, Aunt D thought about moving to Canada more than once.
Mother: She's tired of all of the Trump supporters.
Me:Well, it is Texas.
Mother: She also said how many of her family members own guns. Her son owns a gun, and various sectaries that she works with own hand guns.
ME: Also, Texas.
Mother: And, I told her how South Carolina just passed an open carry law on guns.
ME: Meanwhile NY State has some of the most restrictive and stringent gun laws in the country. (Still have a lot of gun violence but hey, at least we have restrictions.)
And people wonder why I don't want to live in the South?
Aunt D lives in the Dallas area. (I have family members that live across the US. )
* Texas
* Florida,
* Pennsylvania
* California
* Washington,
* Wyoming.
* Illinois
* Michigan
* New Jersey
* New York
* Iowa
* Missouri
* South Carolina
I think that's everyone. Or everyone I can think of.
If this pandemic ever ends, I could have a high old time visiting folks - course I don't drive so that would be problematic.

The above is the homeless shelter that is across the street from the Food Town. It has a lovely group of flowering dogwoods across from it. At least I think they are dogwoods.
The church sermon today was on the Greek Myth of Arachne. ( Read more... )
I kind of needed to hear that today - because I've been feeling a bit down laterly - and it gave me a smidgen of hope.

I told mother I was struggling a bit with "imposter" syndrome. I feel at times that I don't deserve my job or salary - which is what imposter syndrome means, more or less. My mother reminded me that a lot of people come to me with questions and I answer them. Also, I work hard and have accomplished a lot for the nutty organization. The down-time is experienced by everyone, and to be fair - I've no control over the work that is assigned to me.
Plus, various co-workers have told me what a valuable asset I am to the team - because I'm so helpful and go out of my way to help them.
I genuinely like helping people. But, I feel at times that I'm not doing enough. Or anything at all. I want to do more - but there are things I can't do. Because I must feel safe when I'm helping. Otherwise my anxiety will shut me down. Also, I'm not good at certain things - I'm not handy, I can't cook in bulk, nor am I good at community organizing. But ask me to write something, figure out a problem or puzzle, strategize, or advocate - that I can do.
Mother told me that I reminded her of my father. He also had imposter syndrome.
***
During the pandemic, which we're still in by the way, I'm not in a bubble or a pod. My pod is as big as my small one bedroom apartment. 754 square feet. When I leave it? I wear a mask. And I have to - to do laundry, take out the trash, pick up mail, get deliveries, take walks, go outside, etc. The good news - is I rarely see people in the complex while dumping trash, recyclables, doing laundry or picking up mail. For a 77 unit complex - I don't see that many folks on a daily basis - they stick to themselves. And the place is quiet for the most part.
Also, being residential - it's not that bad in regards to walks, as you've seen, or getting food. But I do have to go by subway to get to doctors appointments, or anywhere else. I could try the Citibikes - but am still wary. Like I said, everything I do - must feel safe on some level - or my anxiety will try to shut me down. I have to convince myself that it is safe.
Safety is vital to me. My job is interesting, because most of my contracts and work throughout my career at crazy company have been with the "Occupational and Environmental Safety Department". The others? Are construction projects that were making the place safe for customers and employees. Or logistical in character. I worry about logistics - for myself and other people.
The two things I worry the most about - I endeavor at work to make better and easier for others. I think my worry about those things lead me to my career. I gravitated to a job that would help alleviate them. It was clearly more important to me on a subconscious level to alleviate or resolve these issues - than to write stories for a living, or create art, or get folks out of prison or act as a human rights advocate. Yet, in a way I am acting as an advocate - through church, my workplace, and through charitable donations.
Yet, I feel I'm not doing anything most of the time.
Ah well, time to make dinner again.

Also I did not take the break from the news media that I promised myself. I may need to block news media next week. I made the colossal mistake of reading an article in the NY Times this morning about a Beloved Fourth Year Grade School Teacher in San Clementine, California - who went to the Capitol on Jan 6 and "peacefully" protested in favor of Trump. (There's no proof that she was a rioter per the FBI.) Also she'd gone around harassing folks for wearing masks. The article was about the debate that occurred in the school district - there were two separate petitions - one that asked for her immediate removal, and one that disagreed stating it was a violation of free speech. A lot of people had been shocked to learn of her politics, because previously she'd been quiet, as had her husband, a yoga guru - but alas the pandemic hit - and they fell down the misinformation rabbit hole of Qanon. (The people who have fallen down the rabbit hole - all think the journalists don't fact check and their facts are true. These are folks who buy snake oil from snake oil salesmen, and believe the urban legends.)
Mother: So, what happened to this woman?
ME: Nothing. It's not illegal to be a ranting screaming banshee on politics. You can rant about any political thing you want.
Mother: And you can't be fired for it.
Me: Nope. Hence the impotent rage. I swear these articles trigger me in the worst way.
I just read a Get Pocket article about how the news can trigger people, and how it is important to put safe guards in place. I kind of - have. I don't watch the news much - if at all any longer. I check my weather app - for the weather. Also I get the Times briefing - which is just headlines. I've stopped reading up on COVID, and if I want news on it - I scan the Governor's daily email - which gives me the positive spin on the facts and the NY Times breifing. Also the COVID Map of Doom via John Hopkins.
On FB? Way back in 2017 - I joined a GH fanboard that prohibits any discussion of politics or current events. I also joined various other non-political group sites - which are ad free.
On Twitter? I followed fan sites on comics, film, and entertainment. Less news. And stayed off of it for the most part.
DW isn't an issue. I talk about current events more than most - well me, Petz and Conuly. Everyone else doesn't for the most part.
Also, I realized in reading the article - that I am triggered by weight loss articles, exercise articles, and vacation articles at the moment. It makes me panic that I haven't set up vacation plans or made plans to see my family.
Mother today -- or rather just now, told me that she envied Aunt D for being near her family. It wasn't doable for mine. No one stayed in Kansas City, where we spent most of our family life. And my parents dislike New York - it's too cold in the winter for them, too expensive, and too crowded and hectic. They prefer their island. My brother and I couldn't move south, we don't like the south that much, and no job opportunities for us. Also, I don't drive - and the North is better equipped for those who don't drive than the South is - for some reason or other.
That said, Aunt D thought about moving to Canada more than once.
Mother: She's tired of all of the Trump supporters.
Me:Well, it is Texas.
Mother: She also said how many of her family members own guns. Her son owns a gun, and various sectaries that she works with own hand guns.
ME: Also, Texas.
Mother: And, I told her how South Carolina just passed an open carry law on guns.
ME: Meanwhile NY State has some of the most restrictive and stringent gun laws in the country. (Still have a lot of gun violence but hey, at least we have restrictions.)
And people wonder why I don't want to live in the South?
Aunt D lives in the Dallas area. (I have family members that live across the US. )
* Texas
* Florida,
* Pennsylvania
* California
* Washington,
* Wyoming.
* Illinois
* Michigan
* New Jersey
* New York
* Iowa
* Missouri
* South Carolina
I think that's everyone. Or everyone I can think of.
If this pandemic ever ends, I could have a high old time visiting folks - course I don't drive so that would be problematic.

The above is the homeless shelter that is across the street from the Food Town. It has a lovely group of flowering dogwoods across from it. At least I think they are dogwoods.
The church sermon today was on the Greek Myth of Arachne. ( Read more... )
I kind of needed to hear that today - because I've been feeling a bit down laterly - and it gave me a smidgen of hope.

I told mother I was struggling a bit with "imposter" syndrome. I feel at times that I don't deserve my job or salary - which is what imposter syndrome means, more or less. My mother reminded me that a lot of people come to me with questions and I answer them. Also, I work hard and have accomplished a lot for the nutty organization. The down-time is experienced by everyone, and to be fair - I've no control over the work that is assigned to me.
Plus, various co-workers have told me what a valuable asset I am to the team - because I'm so helpful and go out of my way to help them.
I genuinely like helping people. But, I feel at times that I'm not doing enough. Or anything at all. I want to do more - but there are things I can't do. Because I must feel safe when I'm helping. Otherwise my anxiety will shut me down. Also, I'm not good at certain things - I'm not handy, I can't cook in bulk, nor am I good at community organizing. But ask me to write something, figure out a problem or puzzle, strategize, or advocate - that I can do.
Mother told me that I reminded her of my father. He also had imposter syndrome.
***
During the pandemic, which we're still in by the way, I'm not in a bubble or a pod. My pod is as big as my small one bedroom apartment. 754 square feet. When I leave it? I wear a mask. And I have to - to do laundry, take out the trash, pick up mail, get deliveries, take walks, go outside, etc. The good news - is I rarely see people in the complex while dumping trash, recyclables, doing laundry or picking up mail. For a 77 unit complex - I don't see that many folks on a daily basis - they stick to themselves. And the place is quiet for the most part.
Also, being residential - it's not that bad in regards to walks, as you've seen, or getting food. But I do have to go by subway to get to doctors appointments, or anywhere else. I could try the Citibikes - but am still wary. Like I said, everything I do - must feel safe on some level - or my anxiety will try to shut me down. I have to convince myself that it is safe.
Safety is vital to me. My job is interesting, because most of my contracts and work throughout my career at crazy company have been with the "Occupational and Environmental Safety Department". The others? Are construction projects that were making the place safe for customers and employees. Or logistical in character. I worry about logistics - for myself and other people.
The two things I worry the most about - I endeavor at work to make better and easier for others. I think my worry about those things lead me to my career. I gravitated to a job that would help alleviate them. It was clearly more important to me on a subconscious level to alleviate or resolve these issues - than to write stories for a living, or create art, or get folks out of prison or act as a human rights advocate. Yet, in a way I am acting as an advocate - through church, my workplace, and through charitable donations.
Yet, I feel I'm not doing anything most of the time.
Ah well, time to make dinner again.
