This may sound familiar to the long term reader- outrage, indignation and anger, leading to crisis of confidence and crying, before ending up blogging comfortably with coffee.
Yes, Somebody has annoyed me. They’ve mistaken my cheerful persona for vague, fluffy and not to be taken seriously. My contribution was undervalued, because I’m a volunteer, because I speak from experience of having a rare disease in the family, because I don’t wear a suit to work.
I responded. Nicely. ish. I wrote the message out by hand. I typed it up. I left it overnight. I added a few friendly comments. I used none of the language I wanted to. I didn’t throw the toys out of the pram, although I was tempted, because then I wouldn’t get to play at all. I’m too involved to walk away. It’s too important.
I know I’m not always right about things (hard to believe, but true). I know I can be too quiet, too strident, stubborn, unassertive, lacking in confidence. I know these things. I’m learning.
I tend to start from a position of respecting and trusting others in the field until they demonstrate that I’m wrong. I try to build relationships to get the work done. I’m learning that others start from a position of holding on to status. They are wary of unpaid, smiley Tiggers who have ideas, and real passion for the work.
Collaboration is essential to achieve what we need to.
But it’s damned hard work.