Since I’ve been blogging a lot recently, I’ve been trying to make an effort to “socialize” more. I admit that I am decent at writing posts, but not so great about commenting on other reader’s posts or comments in regards to my posts.
If it makes anybody feel better … I’m pretty much consistent with responding on Facebook and Twitter!
Anyhoo … I’ve been trying to read and comment on those blogs of people who I’ve been following since the beginning and who have followed me through those difficult years. There are three gals that I wish we could all get together in the same room and just shoot the sh*t; two I’ve met IRL and one … well, she has always been such a bright spot in my day.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve met and have gotten pretty close to those other bloggers out there; it’s just that these three gals … well, I think there’s just something about them that seem to tie us all together (had to get one last February NaBloPoMo theme in … even though it’s March). And even though our shared bond was/is infertility, this friendship seems to have gone beyond it. So even though I had “disappeared” there for a bit (I blame no one but myself), I’m trying to make sure I keep these friendships up.
I’m also branching out and trying to “socialize” with new bloggers. In the midst of writing daily, I’ve noticed that I had more “followers” and “lurkers” than I thought I did. (Thank you WordPress Blog Stats!) So yes, I’ve been trying to follow these bloggers and comment on their posts as well.
One of those new bloggie friends wrote a post about stigma and “spoiled identity” as it relates to her life and her struggles with infertility. And as I read her post, I realized that I had never quite described that feeling of social isolation and exclusion as being stigmatized. Or that feeling of not being able to contribute to conversations about child-rearing or pregnancy as being “socially discredited.” But that’s exactly what had happened in my IF journey.
It’s funny how I can learn new things, new perspectives from others going through what I had already gone through. Which, when going through my journey, I would have probably found any new point of view either comforting … or annoying.
Comforting, only if the person shared my same point of view or emotions. And annoying, if the person brought up something that hit a little too close to my soul … and sometimes (quite honestly) below the belt.
But reading these new perspectives now, after coming to terms with my own journey, they’re … well, refreshing. And, given what I learned today about my identity during that journey, I’d like to think I’m still learning about my IF journey, even if I’m no longer on that path.
These three “original” IF friends … we’re all on different journeys now than when we first “met” via our own separate blogs. One of us is currently pregnant and two of us are currently off that crazy train called infertility. And one … well, one is at a point in her IF journey where I was at for so long. But despite the fact that we’re no longer on that shared path of IF, we’re still in a shared journey together. We’re still trying to provide support to one another.
All of us have been stigmatized by infertility. All of us have been robbed of the “identity” that we thought we’d have by now. All of us have experienced the feeling of being excluded (whether purposefully or not) from certain baby-related conversations or events. Yet all of us have managed to find comfort from one another. All of us have managed to forge a NEW identity amongst ourselves … outside of our infertility.
Because even though we may have had / still have a “spoiled identity” amongst other people in our own real lives, we’ve found that amongst us … our opinions matter. And our voices are allowed to be heard.
Daily Random Act of Kindness: Let’s see; today my “good deed” for today was more of an exercise of patience. Let me set up the scene:
When I left work on Friday, it just happened that one of my team members was not very happy with the outcome of a conversation I had with her and the rest of my team earlier in the afternoon. Now, historically … this particular team member is known to hold grudges; and before I could approach her about the issue again last Friday, she had left for the day.
Needless to say, I dreaded going in to work today; knowing full well that I’d feel the wrath of The Grudge. And sure enough, when I made my “morning rounds” to say good morning to my team, all I got from this team member was a grunt.
It took a few tries, but I finally got her to say more than five words to me by mid-morning. And by the afternoon, she was finally back to her normal self.
While I know I needed to resolve the issue with this team member (seeing as I had to continue working with her and, well … supervising her), I think — or rather, I feel that I went above and beyond (and definitely out of my way) to get her to come around.
So yeah. I consider the patience I had with this team member my good deed of the day.
Daily Gratitude: Today I am grateful for bloggie friends; both old and new. If it wasn’t for you … I think I would have totally lost my identity. But you guys … well, you guys have kept me grounded.
On a completely (un)related note, today marks the first day of NaBloPoMo March. For those of you that aren’t familiar with what NaBloPoMo is, click here to read more.
The theme for March is Strange(r). So my posts can be about strange (or stranger) tidbits of information or situations or stories. Or it can be about strangers; as in, “Strangers in the night.” Yet again, it’s a vague theme which I’m not necessarily held to writing about. However, seeing that today’s post talked about complete strangers that have become close bloggie friends, and about new strangers that I’ve just met … it looks as if it fits into this month’s theme.
Much more to come in the following month …
5 Replies to “Identity Theft”
Your other act of kindness was helping me out. Thanks for signing up, yo.
Hey Emily! Just saw your post on my blog and very glad to make your blogquaintance. I think you dealt with your colleague admirably. I guess some people forget to leave their inner grump at home.
(Read through your bio, and did a lot of head nodding at the Catholic guilt thing:)
Thanks for this post, and especially for the link to your reply to the senior thesis research project. I really appreciate your laying out your journey to the dark side and trying hard to get back. You are inspirational. thank you.
Ugh. I’ve been lame lately, too. I post okay, but it seems to take so much energy lately to leave a comment! Pathetic! I mean, I LOVE writing, and I love using words to connect to people, but lately, I’m so darn lazy. Oh, well. Here’s hoping I’m among a forgiving set of blog-friends!
And unfortunately, I have no photographic evidence of my many attempts at copying the Robert Smith hairdo. I sported it once every week or two throughout most of my freshman year in high school! Oh, how COOL I was…
Hi, Emily, I found you through NaBloPoMo. I too struggle with the stigma that goes along with infertility — such as seldom being invited to activities that are family oriented, not being welcome in conversations about children, and not being invited to baby showers my friends are throwing and attending. I have a double whammy, however. My husband is sterile bc he went through treatment (chemo, a bone marrow transplant, etc) for two cancers. So when I mention to other infertile women that I fear my husband and I are unable to have a child, they often act like I brought it on myself, when I married him, bc I knew there was a possibility his cancer could come back. It is just heartbreaking what I go through, and all the stigma that is put upon me. I have double and triple sadness over it…
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