Recent events have made me reflect on how one can handle dealing with an emotional crisis within the professionalism of work spaces. "Life happens" and at times we find ourselves unable to cope with the demands of basic emotional functioning, let alone the workplace. I know this all too well, being someone suffering from chronic mental illness. It's during times like these that we inevitably "mess up", sometimes with severe consequences. We may be unable to fulfill duties, meet deadlines and meetings, and at worst, even be disrespectful or harmful to others. Even though circumstances might mean that it's understandable that we behave in a way that harms others, it's important to remember that harming others is never excusable. During the writing of this blog, I realised that what applies in the workplace applies to all interpersonal circumstances, so this is really a life lesson. This blog post covers my personal views, strategies and life experience regarding this topic.
First, how can I prevent messing up when I'm facing emotional difficulties?
In my experiences, this requires the self-knowledge to know when you are going to not be able to cope and what your not-coping behaviour might be. This further requires the interpersonal skills to communicate your circumstances and needs prior to catastrophe. Enactment this strategy has been essential for me as a student leader, and I expect it will be essential as a teacher or other role with authority.
For example: During a very emotionally difficult phase, a committee I was leader of what not pulling their weight. This meant that on top of my personal struggles, I was doing at least 3-5 times the work of everyone else in the team. I felt overwhelmed, unappreciated, disrespected and on the edge of total breakdown. However, instead of breaking down, I wrote a carefully-composed letter outlining the problem, how I felt about it, how it impacted on my personal struggles, and what I desperately needed from the committee. I slept on it, had a neutral friend proof read it (to check my rationality), edited it and sent it to the members. The result was a catastrophe averted! My committee immediately responded to my clear and open communication, they cared about my circumstances, and improvement was immediate. Further, it strengthened our bond as a team and lead to better cooperation in the long term.
But what can I do when I do inevitably mess up?
Crises cannot always be averted. When I can't cope and mess up I have a 4-step strategy I employ that has served me well. Even though these skills apply to all interpersonal contexts, after outlining the steps I'll focus on the professional aspects through two "case studies" from my own life.
1.) Communicate acknowledgement of what you have done
This step is difficult for some people, who naturally try protect themselves through believing they are in the right when they aren't, or maybe when they are only partially in the wrong. This is dangerous! In the real world, if you mess up, it makes life harder for the people around you. In doing that you damage relationships which need to be repaired. The first thing you need to do is explicitly acknowledge that you have messed up. Don't let pride or self-pity tempt you into justifying your misdoings. This won't help anyone and will further damage your relationships.
Note that this comes *before* explaining your circumstances, lest you find yourself making excuses rather than acknowledging wrongs.
2.) Apologise
This should hopefully follow naturally after acknowledging your wrongdoings (if not, you need to seriously think about why you don't want to apologise!). While you can't undo what has been done, a sincere apology can undo some of the hurt or emotional distance you may have caused. Rather apologise than not, as a missed apology can damage a relationship permanently. Also note that it needs to be an explicit apology. By that I mean not just "I'm sorry" but "I'm sorry for..."
3.) Communicate your circumstances
Now you have the opportunity to explain yourself. Note: *explain* not *excuse*. Making excuses can undo everything you have said up till now. It's hard to know how much is appropriate to share, as that has a lot to do with circumstances. Preferably communicate enough so that the person may use empathy to understand your struggles.
4.) Ask for leeway until you find your feet
If you can't cope with life right now, chances are you'll need some time to recover. I personally find it very difficult to ask for help or leeway, but I learned the hard way that it is essential at times. Be realistic about what you are capable with and how much leeway others are able to give you.
Case study 1: When I've managed to implement the strategy
Last year my grandmother died. It was expected, but it still hit me harder than I anticipated. That week I failed at everything, especially my duties at my part time job. I missed meetings, due dates, ignored my emails and generally screwed up. I was a fumbling mess at best. As soon as I was able, I sent emails to everyone I had inconvenienced. I acknowledged what I had done wrong, I apologised for it, I explained my circumstances and I asked for some leeway. Most people know what it is like to lose a family member or someone close to you, so everyone immediately understood, forgave me, and no relationships were damaged.
Case study 2: When it's just too hard
Sometimes life hits you so hard and so slyly that by the time you realise what has happened you don't know what to do and it might feel like it is too late. During a more severe period of mental illness, I screwed up more than I had even realised. I was called into work for a talk. My boss (for lack of a better word) is a kind and motherly person, so she approached the topic gently. I still cried of course, which I hate doing in a professional setting. I had tried so hard to just cope without asking for help and without communicating that I was struggling but that only lead to me making everyone else's life difficult. I felt so guilty and so sorry, which I think was thankfully obvious because I don't know if I ever found the words to say so. What made it worse is that I couldn't bring myself to explain my circumstances - she didn't know I had a chronic mental illness. My boss tried to find explanations to my actions and failures, as I am an otherwise competent individual, and I couldn't tell her what was really going on in my life. I felt powerless beneath my mental illness symptoms and powerless in terms of my barriers to being understood. Thankfully my colleagues are forgiving people, and we moved on from there as if nothing had happened. The experience was so traumatising for me, however, that it made me rethink how I need to cope with my personal difficulties within the workplace setting. That day hung heavy over me for a long time, until finally about 6 months later I found the courage to tell my boss about my chronic mental illness and finally explain my failures all that time ago. I'm lucky that I have the kind of relationship with her that I can do that. Many people suffering from mental illness face great stigma and never have the opportunity to be open with colleagues about their experiences. Even so, to implement my 4-step strategy to the best of one's ability (even if step three is simply "personal difficulties") can prevent a lot of harm, especially in circumstances less forgiving as the ones I find myself in.
An extra note for the educator
To keep this explicitly relevant to education, I feel that this topic is especially relevant in the classroom. As an educator, your relationship with learners is not just personal or professional, it is key to their education. Learners learn best in an environment where they like and trust their educator. A learner needs to feel like they are being treated fairly and with respect. Unfortunately, the classroom is not a power equitable environment. Often educators feel they "don't need to" acknowledge and address their wrongdoing (consciously or not). Pride becomes and issue - "They are the teacher, therefore they are right". However, if a teacher does not acknowledge mistakes, apologise for the impact their mistakes on learners, explain (as much as is appropriate) their circumstances and ask for leeway, serious consequences happen. First, learners' relationship with the educator will be damaged, which can ruin the educational environment of the classroom. If not respected, learners may come to dislike the class or even the subject, which impacts on their wellbeing and academic success. Second, the educator is a poor role model and may reinforce or introduce maladaptive strategies that the learners use in their own lives.
Being an educator carries great responsibility. Our learners are both clay to be molded and the future of our society.
In summary:
"Life happens" to all of us. It's through self knowledge and interpersonal skills that we can behave professionally regardless of what life throws at us. No personal circumstances can excuse disrespecting or harming others. If something happens, we need to have the strength to apologise and explain (but not try and excuse) our behaviour. This not only helps to repair injured relationships, but also can be preventative in nature.
Things are hard sometimes. If you're going through a hard time as you read this, may this episode's dose of "aww" bring you some comfort:
This blog forms part of the computer use module for the teaching certificate I am currently studying. It will contain posts about extra-curricular learning I've experienced or am experiencing.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Learning experience reflection: The first session
To fulfill the purpose of this blog, I'll be reflecting on one of the greatest learning experiences of my life. It just happened to be in the field of education, teaching and learning, which is an added benefit. For the sake of privacy, both for myself and other people involved, I won't be using names or locations in my reflections. This also sadly means I can't post photos of the experience or the people or place I interacted with.
The story begins:
When I first joined university I wanted to use the opportunity to finally get involved in volunteer work. I hadn't really had opportunities to do so before, but the university is thankfully alive with diverse extramural activities, societies and community projects to take part in.
Of the many opportunities I was interested in, one was a community project that facilitated university students tutoring grade 12 learners at an underprivileged school in the nearby township. Learners there face a great number of challenges in both their living environments and at their schools. According to one of the other projects found in this township, some of these challenges include poverty, homelessness, HIV/AIDS, teenage pregnancy, alcoholism, drug abuse, illiteracy, malnutrition, crime, and a high incidence of one parent households. Most of these everyday tragedies result of inequalities systematically introduced during the Apartheid era which still persist to this day. Unfortunately, people from this township remain marginalised and excluded. This is evident in how many people from this township refer to people in the city as coming from the "other side", how many people in the township have never left its borders, and how may people in this township will remain trapped in a cycle of poverty. One of the things I greatly like about the project I wanted to join was that its focus was not on charity, and not just academic education, but rather building relationships that cross socioeconomic divides and builds a unity between people.
Then, at the young age of 18, I made a mistake. I told my parents about my decision to volunteer. They became hysterical. Unfortunately they held on to misconceptions and fears about "the other" that were deeply triggered by their natural parental instincts to protect me. I was told that a black township was never, under any conditions, safe for a young white woman to go to. While I can't remember their exact words, I seem to remember them behaving as if they thought that I'd be robbed, murdered and raped as soon as I set foot in a township. Never mind the fact that the university would never endorse something that put their students in danger. I was forbidden from volunteering. My second mistake was to obey them.
I missed out on a lot because of that decision. Thankfully by second year I'd built up enough strength of character to disobey my parents and volunteer. This was one of the best decisions of my life. What I experienced and learned, which I will cover in future blog reflections, changed me as a person, changed my path in life, and gave me a change to change the world. Indeed, not long after I started, my parents saw how much I benefited from volunteering that they came to support me and my endeavors.
This is where I learned my first important lesson from this journey: Do not let anyone stop you from doing what is truly important to you in life.
Lastly, to conclude, this image is a reflection of my views of learning and way of living life:
The story begins:
When I first joined university I wanted to use the opportunity to finally get involved in volunteer work. I hadn't really had opportunities to do so before, but the university is thankfully alive with diverse extramural activities, societies and community projects to take part in.
Of the many opportunities I was interested in, one was a community project that facilitated university students tutoring grade 12 learners at an underprivileged school in the nearby township. Learners there face a great number of challenges in both their living environments and at their schools. According to one of the other projects found in this township, some of these challenges include poverty, homelessness, HIV/AIDS, teenage pregnancy, alcoholism, drug abuse, illiteracy, malnutrition, crime, and a high incidence of one parent households. Most of these everyday tragedies result of inequalities systematically introduced during the Apartheid era which still persist to this day. Unfortunately, people from this township remain marginalised and excluded. This is evident in how many people from this township refer to people in the city as coming from the "other side", how many people in the township have never left its borders, and how may people in this township will remain trapped in a cycle of poverty. One of the things I greatly like about the project I wanted to join was that its focus was not on charity, and not just academic education, but rather building relationships that cross socioeconomic divides and builds a unity between people.
Then, at the young age of 18, I made a mistake. I told my parents about my decision to volunteer. They became hysterical. Unfortunately they held on to misconceptions and fears about "the other" that were deeply triggered by their natural parental instincts to protect me. I was told that a black township was never, under any conditions, safe for a young white woman to go to. While I can't remember their exact words, I seem to remember them behaving as if they thought that I'd be robbed, murdered and raped as soon as I set foot in a township. Never mind the fact that the university would never endorse something that put their students in danger. I was forbidden from volunteering. My second mistake was to obey them.
I missed out on a lot because of that decision. Thankfully by second year I'd built up enough strength of character to disobey my parents and volunteer. This was one of the best decisions of my life. What I experienced and learned, which I will cover in future blog reflections, changed me as a person, changed my path in life, and gave me a change to change the world. Indeed, not long after I started, my parents saw how much I benefited from volunteering that they came to support me and my endeavors.
This is where I learned my first important lesson from this journey: Do not let anyone stop you from doing what is truly important to you in life.
Lastly, to conclude, this image is a reflection of my views of learning and way of living life:

Monday, March 2, 2015
Pride!
This Saturday was the Cape Town Pride Parade! This is third Pride I've gone to and I always greatly enjoy it. I've always experienced the atmosphere as very positive. Diverse people come together and there is a wonderful sense of acceptance, good will and celebration. It doesn't matter who you are, how "strange" you are or how much difficult cultures reject you based on your sexual orientation, sex or gender identity, the Pride community welcomes you. Members of the broader community also come support and cheer at the parade. I further enjoy how colourful it is at Pride and how vibrant the people are. Of course the experience was made even better because some of my best friends were with me. There were also some other fantastic people there, plenty of friendly strangers to chat to and even a few unexpected familiar faces.
You can see photos of pride here on Facebook.
Because this blog is meant to be about learning, I'll post about something I learned how to do because of pride: How to make tie dye shirts! Below are my two creations.
I can't find the tutorial I used (I had opened it on my phone and then lost the link), but this tutorial explains the steps just as well. I didn't quite follow things correctly, which is why the colour isn't very dark and the patterns are a bit blurry. The fabric also didn't take the dye well, and I only noticed afterward that it wasn't 100% cotton. It's all part of the learning process, however, and I think that for a first try I'm very happy with them! I hope the tie dye pre-Pride event I went to becomes a tradition so I can make a shirt or two each year. It's something I've always wanted to do!
For today's "awws", I bring you fluffy baby bunnies. <3

You can see photos of pride here on Facebook.
Because this blog is meant to be about learning, I'll post about something I learned how to do because of pride: How to make tie dye shirts! Below are my two creations.
I can't find the tutorial I used (I had opened it on my phone and then lost the link), but this tutorial explains the steps just as well. I didn't quite follow things correctly, which is why the colour isn't very dark and the patterns are a bit blurry. The fabric also didn't take the dye well, and I only noticed afterward that it wasn't 100% cotton. It's all part of the learning process, however, and I think that for a first try I'm very happy with them! I hope the tie dye pre-Pride event I went to becomes a tradition so I can make a shirt or two each year. It's something I've always wanted to do!
For today's "awws", I bring you fluffy baby bunnies. <3


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