Recognising ‘blind spots’

I have several confessions. I find it quite funny really. For example, I didn’t understand how to leave school so I stayed on to do A levels then art foundation and a fine art degree. A teacher in the 80s said you should go to art college. Oh, ok says I.

I confess I didn’t know where records came from (45s). They just turned up at home via my Dad. I confess I’m not sure how to get my work into a gallery despite googling advice. I don’t really understand the advice as it raises more and more questions.

Everyday can potentially create fear, anxiety and low self-worth. My partner and I have our own homes as I don’t believe I can manage conversation a lot. It’s been 14 years together (sort of). I’m oversharing of course as I feel I need to explain EVERYTHING.

Anyway…..

Blind spots…. I just cannot picture how or what is meant sometimes, or what is expected when I see others completely ‘get it’. I feign understanding and will mosey along as best I can until I can catch up or not recognise it at all which is worse as I am thrown completely by an expectation I didn’t know existed. On my educational training course I remember the importance of checking in with students to comprehending their understanding. I’m not saying that anyone is at fault, it’s just that I wonder if I just need some processing time. My responsibility is to speak up, and accept that as an adult, although I feel conspicuous, maybe a pain in the arse or even perceived as a threat (yes, in the past that has happened in employment situations). I would never want to hurt someone’s feelings, and I am an honest, direct individual so bear with me…. Please. #foreverlearnning