Last night, during my critique group meeting, G mentioned that she's terrified of public speaking.
"What's the fear behind that?" I asked.
"That people will think I'm stupid," she replied.
"But you're very smart. You know that," S said.
"I think it has to do with your role in your family growing up. When I was a kid, my brother was the smart one. He and my parents would have these intense conversations over dinner in which they'd discuss world issues or classic literature and I'd sit there like 'duh'." G stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth.
"So because you didn't feel smart then, you question your intelligence now?" I asked.
"Exactly," she said.
What childhood feelings do you still carry as an adult?
3 years ago