Then there was a colleague several years ago who didn’t know I was present on the receiving end of a phone call put on speakerphone who advised that, “Don’t worry about including Jennifer. She won’t add anything to this discussion.” Ouch. That was humiliating.
Just to round out the slights, a close relative was complaining about how many doctor’s she’s seen this year. She kept going on-and-on to the point where I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Yeah. You aren’t the only one who’s been to a lot of doctors this year. Recall I had breast cancer? I was at the hospital five days a week for six weeks a few months ago.” The relative responded, “Well, you could have had your boob cut off.” [and avoided all that time for radiation.] Wowzer!
It is just easier to believe the bad things people say about you than the good things and that is completely messed up.
I vow to try to remember the compliments. In fact, we should all keep a compliment log, as the insult log already seems firmly entrenched in our memory banks enough. I will start with the compliments I’ve gotten lately:
Devlin: Mom, you have pretty sneakers.
Friend: I love your shoes!
Devlin: You are a good cooker.