Release me

Intelligent.Genius.’You’re gonna be something someday’ I’d hear. ‘You’re gonna be what this world lacks and needs’. Beautiful.Kind.’ You’ve changed my life’.  

These words that seem like compliments tossed me around like a crumpled up paper in the October wind. Or a tornado; whichever is more forceful and devastating.

I saw desperation in people’s eyes; parents, teachers, strangers. I saw the kind of hope one has when one has given up on everything and lay down in the field, awaiting death. I saw broken dreams rising from the ashes, and I was expected to ignite them, breathe into them my gift. I saw homeless souls knocking on my door, wanting to be housed in a space I hadn’t explored yet…

I came to hate my ‘gifts’. I suppressed them, hid them, did away with them. I could not stand disappointing people, and I was bound to disappoint because I wasn’t cut for this. I wasn’t able. I was useless. I’d never amount to anything. I was weak.

I took to the shadows of myself and every time someone caught wind of who I was trying to hide, I’d shut that person out of my life. I never had an active goal I aimed for; anything I achieved was a by-product of my curiosity.

I taught myself English because my 15-year-old self was infatuated with an English-speaking boy and wanted to pen elaborate love poems to. I learnt Swahili in three weeks because I asked my tutor this one Swahili word I heard someone say, and one thing led to another… I learnt Arabic within months because I really wanted, no, needed to read this book I found, and I’d open up random pages to read each week to see how if I my comprehension had increased from previous weeks. 

drowning

That’s why I don’t feel I can ‘own’ anything I’ve done that people find impressive. I try to explain it away but people seem to think that I’m somehow responsible for my achievements. Maybe I am. But I don’t want to. I don’t want to think about that because it’s a Pandora’s box; a box I was stuffed into by well-meaning people. They pigeonholed me when all they could see in me were my gifts, my intelligence. I could not afford to jeopardize that, because if I took so much as one misstep, I ran the risk of eroding the only worth I held…

The paragraph in maroon is the most difficult paragraph I’ve put in this blog. More difficult than writing about my mental illness and rocky relationship with mum. I feel like throwing up. I feel so disgusting and filthy writing that. I feel naked. I’m deeply ashamed of the fact that I speak 5 languages. Which is why I’m taking this first step in feeling the disgust and doing it anyway.

I’ve belonged to others for way too long. I’m reclaiming myself.

 

Fixed v. Growth mindsets

If parents want to give their children a gift, the best thing they can do is to teach their children to love challenges, be intrigued by mistakes, enjoy effort, and keep on learning. That way, their children don’t have to be slaves of praise. They will have a lifelong way to build and repair their own confidence.

Carol Dweck


I just came across an amazing concept on the psychology of mindsets and success by one Stanford professor, Carol Dweck. She spent decades researching this topic, and here are some of her findings excerpted from her website, Mindsetonline.com

Mindset is a simple idea discovered by world-renowned Stanford University psychologist Carol Dweck in decades of research on achievement and success—a simple idea that makes all the difference.

In a fixed mindset, people believe their basic qualities, like their intelligence or talent, are simply fixed traits. They spend their time documenting their intelligence or talent instead of developing them. They also believe that talent alone creates success—without effort. They’re wrong.

In a growth mindset, people believe that their most basic abilities can be developed through dedication and hard work—brains and talent are just the starting point. This view creates a love of learning and a resilience that is essential for great accomplishment. Virtually all great people have had these qualities.

 

Check out these TED talks. No, really. Check ’em out. NOW ! Or..later.Or never. Or now…urgh! Just watch one at least then  😛

 

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