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The Politics of Self: Expanding Self-Identities and Finding Common Ground

7/26/2020

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Today I watched a sports match in which my son played a team comprised of his former classmates who had taunted, physically hurt, and otherwise bullied him during his sixth grade year when he was a newcomer in this city. As I watched the competition, I felt ashamed that I felt pleasure as the other team lost; I wanted them to feel punished for the year of heartache my son endured. Through the lens of the fierce, protective mama, I viewed every interaction on the field as a battle between good and bad. While I could have assumed a variety of roles as the spectator of a simple recreational game, I chose the role of a hurt, protective mother as my core identity.

As I struggled to overcome my desire to punish, I understood that I was only viewing these boys through one negative lens or framework. I was not willing to see beyond that lens and felt self-justified in interpreting all current (not just past) interactions with those players through that lens. When I questioned my son about the game afterwards, he mentioned how one kid was swearing at him during the game, but that he didn’t really care any more. My young son refused to take on the role of “the bullied” and had moved on. How strange that he had moved on while I continued to choose the role that plagued me with negative feelings and the desire to punish. During the same game, he and I lived completely different experiences because of the roles and identities we chose to personally highlight.

While much more than a somewhat heated recreational sports game, in a similar way, some of our society’s woes relate to how we develop and construe our self-identities in relation to others.

There are many lenses through which we can analyze current societal trends and contentions, but I am primarily a conflict theorist and practitioner. My conflict resolution training and experience continue to impress upon me the need for greater flexibility and breadth when we consider our self-identities in order to manage differences and resolve problems with each other.

The Importance of Identity

As human beings, it is absolutely essential that we create positive self-identities in order to develop constructive social relationships with diverse people around us. We create our forms of self-identity from a myriad of sources including: our family of origin, our age, culture, educational background, gender, sexuality, race, income, language, political affiliation, occupation, religion, family status, and so on. We have considerable options to choose from, although certain identities are accentuated and valued over others in our particular culture.

While we have many sources of self-identity, somehow we have strayed from the idea of creating multiple salient identities that facilitate connection with diverse groups of people. Instead of expansion, we often are siphoned into choosing very rigid, often non-overlapping identities that inhibit finding common ground. We draw lines between ourselves and others with so-called litmus tests as if human life doesn’t flow along a spectrum of intersecting circles and connections.

In a highly individualistic society like our’s, we tend to glorify the unique choices we make as individuals. While we are blessed to even have so many personal options, we are headed toward the extreme belief that we don’t need each other to even preserve the very freedoms we enjoy. In addition, our tendency to focus on exclusive or unique individual identities, rather than shared group identities, have led us toward an increasingly rigid way of interacting with others who seemingly differ from us.

Common Responses to Threats Against Identity

When people feel that their primary identities are being threatened, they will either fight or retreat. Very rarely, will a person demonstrate a willingness to compromise about a facet of his or her identity. Naturally, as a mediator, I have witnessed how strongly people will seek to preserve their positive sense of self-identity with desperate and sincere gusto. Identity preservation is an area where humans will fight the hardest against threats and refuse to compromise even when conflict resolution seems very possible to an outsider.

As we have grown ever more inflexible individually and as a group in how we perceive ourselves and others, especially in the realm of politics, race, and culture, we are actively creating division. Yet, the reality is that we overlap with each other in so many more ways that we are allowing ourselves to perceive and experience.

Of course, we have our primary, most important identities that are central to our being. Yet, are we oversimplifying the very essence of who we are in order to further divide ourselves from each other? If we seek connection, peace, and belonging, why are we clinging to oversimplified self-identities and stereotyped perceptions of others that do not create the very peace, connection, and belonging we seek?

For example, I care deeply about the direction our country is going. I believe we all do. Yet, when elections roll around, I notice how we tend to sequester off into stereotyped and rigid political groups ready to defend our stance at any cost. In my case, I consider myself an independent voter who avoids being seen as Republican or Democrat. How strange that I am seeking to create (or preserve) self-identity by telling you what I am not rather than what I stand for! That can be very confusing for everyone as a main source of identity. I am much more than what I tell you I am not. Does that make sense?

One Remedy: Develop Multiple, Flexible Sets of our Personal Identities

As we expand our understandings and perceptions of ourselves, we allow others into our lives in new and important ways that strengthen us as individuals and as a society. Like you, I have multiple facets to my self-identity that are reflected in the various life roles I play alongside accompanying beliefs and experiences.

In family life, I am a mother, a daughter, an aunt, a sister, a daughter-in-law, a wife, and someday, hopefully, a grandmother, and a great-aunt, and so on. I adjust and adapt to each situation based on the particular people I am seeking to connect with. I do well to avoid being a mother to my siblings, who won’t necessarily appreciate that type of interaction. Yet, when interacting with my younger nieces and nephews, I may take on more of a motherly role if it fits the situation and our level of trust and intimacy.

At work, sometimes I am directly playing the role of a mediator, while other times I am an administrative assistant or a call-center specialist. In addition to these roles, I am a writer, a conflict coach, a presenter, a speaker, and a teacher. I am an assistant to my boss, but I supervise other staff who look to me for guidance. I adjust and reflect back what the situation requires of me according to my specific responsibilities and relationships. These roles are not static, but dynamic and re-negotiable as circumstances and people change.

With friends, I mostly try to be a listener, but sometimes I give advice and sometimes I am a joker, or the teacher. I check in tentatively with those I care about to see if I need to adjust the role that I am playing. I will never forget my friend, Kristen’s kind direct question during a moment of personal crisis in graduate school; she simply questioned me with the following: “Do you need a cheerleader right now or just a good listener?” She allowed me to direct her in the role that she played to help me through a personally discouraging time in my life. She was willing to be flexible in order to meet my needs and maintain the good level of connection we had already developed over time.

When I interact with others whose primary identities differ greatly from my own, I access various parts of my self-identity that create common ground. I can be a friend, a confidant, and an active listener. We may discuss our love of animals, art, or hiking. I draw from a vast reservoir of interests and perspectives that allow me to weave my life together with others. There are so many salient roles that overlap with people I care about, but who may differ with me in one or more important areas of their lives. I don’t give up or stereotype someone just because the first identity I see in someone differs from my primary sources of identity. Such stereotyping is far too simplistic a way to live life and creates throw-away people and a throw-away culture that only values sameness in particular valued areas of our cultural life.  

My desire and willingness to find a variety of sources for my identity and to rely on them flexibly does not mean that I am wishy-washy or a chameleon. We throw such terms around in our society as if having multiple sources of identity dilutes the value or strength of a person and makes them less “authentic.”

In contrast, I feel so loved and connected when others seek to connect with me through our shared and overlapping identities, especially when we seem so different on the surface. We do not have to be completely the same to create connection. We only have to be willing to share a part of ourselves that forms that initial connection of similarity, or shared belief or experience.

While there is no panacea answer to the conflicts and contentions facing our society, I wanted to offer this perspective on self-identity that may help clarify ways forward to build connection with others despite escalated differences and urgent, pressing problems.

As a conflict resolution practitioner, the thoughts I have shared center on the absolute necessity of expanding the sources of our own self-identity and similarly expanding how we view others’ identities in relation to our own. We must widen our sources of self-identity and proactively seek to find overlap with seemingly different others who share our same humanity. We do not have to be the same to find areas of similarity and connection.

We simply must decide that we cannot live without each other. We must quit wasting time thinking that we are too different to ever get along. As someone wise once said, “we are different enough to need each other, but similar enough to love each other." We must really try to connect and refuse to oversimplify who we are and who the “other” is or desires to be.
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For more reading conflict resolution and self-identity, please read my November 2018 blog post entitled: Understanding and Moderating Identity Conflicts: How can we satisfy our own and others' identity needs?  
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Managing Grief: Reviewing the Joys You Daily Experienced and Recorded

7/11/2020

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Grief is a fickle thing, ever changing and surprising. With the sudden death of my beloved dog almost two weeks ago, I have experienced a variety of emotions in this strange “land” of adapting to new patterns, thoughts, and also relationships with the living. I understand that this may seem insignificant to some (like my former self) because Maisie was my pet. However, this is my first encounter with a death of someone beloved who formed part of my everyday life. I can’t pretend that Maisie lives far away and can’t visit me for a while. Rather, on a daily basis, I am learning to ride the wave of emotions that come with loss, but I am also learning how to capture the immense happiness and joy that this little creature brought to my life.

While no expert in grieving, I am struck by the power of not merely reminiscing or viewing my memories through my current lens of loss, but allowing myself to “relive” a bit of the joy this creature brought to my life. Tonight, I reviewed a short memoir I wrote about Maisie’s impact on my life almost three years ago when we lived in Colorado. Written in the present tense about my daily life with Maisie, this brief capture of my daily life experience reinforced to me the power of jotting down the beautiful things in your life WHILE you are experiencing them. Rather than leave the storytelling for later years, I suggest writing down your daily joys and lived experiences that may serve as a reservoir of joy when days of loss challenge your vision.

This sprightly little dog served a key role in my life that relates directly to my learning to savor each day for the beauties and joys inherent in breathing, running, feeling the wind on my face, and responding to sincere, constant affection. I have felt the love, respect, and loyalty of many wonderful people in my life, but Maisie stands out as a beacon and example for the type of being I want to become for others around me. I hope that I can lift and love wherever I am so that others’ fears and concerns are allayed; that they feel safe and loved in my presence even without exchanging any words.
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Perhaps, we have more to learn from all of God’s creatures (and creations) around us than we are currently expecting or appreciating. Please read on if you would like to know how Maisie changed my life even when I lacked any initial interest in her kind…

Maisie and Me: Overcoming Anxiety and Finding Joy in Daily Life
September 23, 2017

I don’t ever remember wanting a dog. Really. When I was a child, I was bit and chased by dogs while I delivered newspapers on my bike. One day, even a tiny chihuahua scared me as it nipped at my heels as I pedaled as fast as I could away down my neighborhood street.

I didn’t want to be licked with big, pink dog tongues or find long, white or gray fur all over my clothes. And, don’t mention having to pick up dog poop—that just sounded too gross to ever consider.

Even though I never wanted a dog, I want to show you how my Maisie has changed so much of my life for the better even though she can regularly be “Crazy Maisie.”

Yes, something in me changed when we brought our little Brittany puppy, Maisie, home from a small farm in rural Idaho last Thanksgiving weekend.

Originally, my husband and I had agreed that our oldest daughter would really love a dog, so we thought we would get one for her. But, once I became Maisie’s primary caregiver, she won me over.

You see, sometimes I wake up in the morning with my heart racing like I’m preparing to go on stage in front of 1,000 people. I try my best to tell myself that I am not anxious about anything, but my mind can get carried away and then the feelings in my body follow those anxious thoughts (or vice versa).

I try to exercise, pray, help others, talk with loved ones, read, and all other kinds of things, but my dog has a special gift to lessen those anxious thoughts and feelings that can sometimes be overwhelming.

Each morning, when my oldest daughter calls out: “Dog on the loose!” and my Brittany puppy comes running up the stairs to find me, I seem to forget about my racing heart.

When Maisie finds me, she leaps all over me with ever constant enthusiasm. One day, I even chipped my two front teeth when her head knocked against mine during our morning greeting.

Yes, my “jumpy love” puppy with all her bouncing, kisses, and encircling, can make me forget about my racing heart and anxious mind.

After the youngest kids leave for the bus, I am out running with Maisie, first across the park, through the park gate onto the sidewalk of Havana St. with all the cars filled with teenagers on their way to high school.

As we both run (fast), I can feel the soft sun on my face and a breeze. We are usually beating down the sidewalk towards the state park across the street at a steady pace.

Soon, we cross Belleview Street over to the fields of brush, thistles and a gravel path at Cherry Creek State Park. My heart is beating fast, but steady. My heart isn’t racing anymore, but filling my whole body with purpose as I keep up with Maisie’s ever constant pulling.

We finish our run back near the Bear Park and finally through the sliding glass door for her breakfast and my stretching. (Running with Maisie every day can make my body really sore!).

I warm up Maisie’s stew of dog food, peanut butter, and water in the microwave. Just 30 seconds or she will bark at how hot she finds it.

I wait for her to devour her stew, but she is picky and sometimes won’t eat right away.

Eventually, after we say goodbye to the second set of kids headed out on their bikes to school, I warm up my own breakfast and say, “Maisie, park!”

I put on her electric collar so I have a way to get her back with her 25 mph running, and follow her down the stairs, across the basement, and through the sliding glass door and backyard gate to the Bear Park again.

I sit on the putting green and watch her race around and around the park at full speed as I eat my breakfast.

I keep my eye on her running just in case she starts digging under the fence as an escape artist. I have time to reflect, but Maisie keeps drawing my attention back to her; I don’t envy, but savor her sheer joy in running, sniffing, and exploring.

Once she is somewhat tired, I head back inside to do the dishes. With my husband gone to work, I allow Maisie to help me “wash” the dishes. I fill the dishwasher with dirty plates as she licks off any leftover food. We are a team putting away the dishes.

Sometimes, I work out in the front yard as she ventures over to Whisky’s house, or chases the many rabbits that live across the street in the Erlandsons’ yard.

By 9:30-10 a.m., she is finally tired and ready for a nap. Reluctantly, she follows me downstairs with my suggestion of “crate.”

During Maisie’s morning nap, I work on all kinds of things and sometimes leave the house on errands. But, between 12:30 and 1 p.m., I know that she will wake up ready to run again.

Most times, after her potty break, I say, “car” and watch with wonder as she heads towards the garage door, waiting for me to get my shoes on, grab my bag, and get her leash and collar.

I open my front car door and say “up.” She leaps onto my seat and walks over to her seat next to mine.  I back up the car out of the garage and roll down her window just enough so she can stand up and poke her head out.     
        
As we drive to the doggie park, Maisie is free with the wind blowing against her floppy ears. I think of myself sailing along on a Catamaran on the ocean. We don’t speak, but I feel connected.

At the entrance booth of the doggie park, I smile as I pass the kind old man at the doggie park entrance booth. Maisie knows just where we are and that soon she will be free to bound through open fields, a flowing stream, and chase birds with only the occasional call of “Maisie, here!”

Maisie impatiently waits as I park the car and gather my turquoise sunhat, her leash, and my keys. She pulls me towards the dog entrance that reeks of urine. Usually the sun is beating down hard at this hour, and I am hot with my hat and sun shirt on to protect me.

With leash removed, I open the gate so that she is free. Maisie immediately finds other dogs to sniff and bounds towards the open field in front of us. She stays ahead of me, moving from side to side scoping the area for smaller creatures and fellow canine friends.

Finally, we reach the tree-sheltered stream that seems like a different world. She heads towards the shallower part of the stream, rather than plunging into the deep end like she did on the first day we came here. (I had to quickly pull her out after her shock of not being able to touch the bottom).

Slowly, I walk down the stream with my flip flops gathering sand as we go. Maisie always stays ahead of me, but whenever I call, she comes racing back towards me. Occasionally, she’s able to engage another dog in play, but she still mostly wants to sniff out her own trail in this gently flowing water.

By the end of the stream area, Maisie is completely soaked. She looks so skinny and young, although she’s nearly a year old now. Today, she doesn’t try to snag and eat the tiny toads that try to get away from her on the edge of the stream.
Eventually, we walk back towards the car across the open fields where she is leaping, bounding, and doing what she does best: chase birds or even butterflies. I sense that she was created for this and that she has joy in it.

As I watch her leap and bound through the dry grass, I recognize my own purpose and meaning in life. I was also created for joy, for leaping in my own way.

When we finally return to the car, I roll down the window so she can enjoy the wind against her face as I cruise along Arapahoe Road towards home. No words are necessary to understand that we have really lived for a small moment. She is an animal, but she is a living creature that somehow understands and yearns to please me. I know that.

Never alone, I am learning to live with my friend, Maisie, whom I never thought I wanted or needed. But, with her constant love and contagious enthusiasm, she manages to steady my heart and mind in a way that helps me to find the everyday joy of living my daily life.
 
 
 
 
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    Emily de Schweinitz Taylor

    Mediator, Conflict Coach, Speaker, and Author
    Regularly, I will be posting blog reviews and real-life application of universal conflict management skills and strategies.
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