Imposter

In the past week I have discussed the term imposter syndrome on three separate occasions; I haven’t actually been the focus of the discussion although I am sure I am equally susceptible to the phenomenon.

Well, it is self-evident what it’s about; imposter – suggesting that someone or something is pretending to be who or what they aren’t and, syndrome, that this is in some way a pathology, i.e. the self-belief in an individual’s lack of credibility is wrong/diseased/erroneous.

You could call it self-doubt.

Everyone, or at least anyone bearable has some level of self-doubt.

Whether they have won a Nobel Prize, finished washing the dishes or changed a nappy, it is inherent in the human condition that we will imagine ourselves to have achieved a goal or arrived at a result through less than consistently transparent or reproducible means.

This leads me to think about relativity.

I have stopped saying it (mostly), although I very often used to say something like, ‘I can’t do maths,’ or ‘I don’t understand numbers,’ with the intended message being that I am not a natural mathematician although when it comes down to it I can count and I can add-up bills and accounts and so on.

It is a relative thing.

I do do empathic, person-centred; that is my forte, I don’t have to try, I don’t find that working in this way is tiring, indeed, it is in many ways self-sustaining – I get such a buzz out of connecting with others this way I could probably keep chugging along indefinitely – like a perpetual motion machine, whereas with numbers (chess is another example), or perhaps when I inhabit an extravert role, my batteries drain and unless there is some place for me to escape (bed/isolation/book) I will crash.

So, I think the imposter things has elements of this although there is more.

I personally hate talking about any successes I have achieved; others don’t seem to have a problem. I suspect this relates in some way to ego – whether big or small.

I was talking with a colleague this week about awards – ‘The year’s finest’ or whatever – awarded to schools, wines, sweets, budget supermarkets and anything else you might care to consider.

How much of this has to do with entering the selection process; having the capacity to enter the race automatically raises your chances of winning; if you are too busy creating the best chocolate cake ever, will you have the time or even energy left over to fill-out application forms that ask for 1000 word descriptors of where you shine and where you don’t.

There you have it… I am the world’s best X, I won the award for most accomplished Y.

I could ride the wave of success, for that year and maintain the momentum as far and as long as possible or I could think more broadly, consider that perhaps this is just a step in the right direction.

Who knows?

Would it help or address self-doubt and collapse into the imposter scenario?

Anyone’s guess.

Is the syndrome harmful? Well, probably if it keeps you awake at night worrying, or sends you into a downward spiral of second-guessing and doubt.

Are awards harmful? Probably not unless you start to believe your own press and the publicity and actually see that you are somehow elevated; evolution doesn’t tend to stand still and what was once the best, the greatest, the most… whatever, is soon superseded, overtaken by youth, innovation or necessity.

I think therefore I am.

I pretend therefore I am, sort of, or, at least I might become.

Once I was.

One day I will be.

Most things are finite and eventually end; others go on forever.

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PS featured image is not intentionally representative of my brother.

2 comments

  1. A little self-doubt is needed to leaven the human psyche [ even the best actors have butterflies before going on stage].
    I no longer say I am no good at maths – I am adequate but din’t do equations!
    Awards are often political – tho nice to receive it is your patients and closest colleagues who bring the rewards of honesty and are invaluable.
    you are passionate about your person-centred beliefs – let them shine through.
    the words will come – as DKG says ‘ words of matchless force , clarity and beauty [ because they come from the heart …… let them flow!

    Which featured image is not intentionally representative of your brother……… or is it both……….. :-}}

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