...he kept telling me "Heather, you know it, I know you do". I think about that and then I look at the title of my thread and all at once, I *know* that I'm not crazy.
YES!
It's hard because we don't want to blow off our portion of responsibility for the sitches we're in. But if H is trying to get you to buy in to the way he labels you, maybe W is doing a bit of the same to me. They both seem to want to categorize us to get something they want. And I'll bet one reason they both continue to do it is because they notice we consider these labels they give us and it moves us at least a little bit and for at least a little while closer to a place they want us to be.
So I'm very happy you KNOW that you're not crazy! I know it and everybody here knows it to. This might be a good time for a "I don't believe I'll let you shame me today, Matt, if that's alright with you."
I'll start: "I don't believe I'll let you shame me today, Steff, if that's alright with you."
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