If the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one, I fess up: I suffer from The Impostor Syndrome. Now what?!
Finish the blog post from April of ’16.
From what I’ve gathered while giving myself this diagnosis, I’ve decided everything in my life can be looked at as an illness, or something from which I need to recover. The symptoms can be physical, like any other condition, illness, disorder or affliction.
But – yes there is a big but – this combopack of signs that manifest as a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach or the inability to catch a deep breath are mostly dredged up by self-doubt, questioning and comparing myself to (almost) anyone else.
False evidence appearing real or FEAR as my mom’s mom used to say.
I’m not suggesting denying feelings of fear. I’m testing out the opposite by turning around and staring fear or feelings in the face and saying “hey, what’s up?”
Carl Richards wrote an article called Learning to Deal With the Impostor Syndrome which at least opened my eyes to the fact that I’m far from alone. I also no longer believe that women experience this sense of fraud – or what I’ve referred to as professional deceit – more often than other genders but I doubt it.
For me, the remedy is equal parts undoing and building. Undo the ideas that I have to apologize for wanting to be treated equally to my mostly male counterparts in the work world. Build on the existing foundation of my values, competence and most importantly, confidence.
It’s also gotten clearer to me that I love helping others see how they can avoid, or cure themselves of, their own version of the syndrome.