Imagine it’s Monday morning.
You are getting ready for work. You’re not a hundred per cent sure whether you can face the thought of another week. You’ve got some tricky meetings coming up and a load of data that needs to be done accurately, but you work with a supportive colleague and you know there’s some fun planned in the afternoon. Anyway, you don’t have a choice, because you have to pay the bills and your partner would hardly be impressed if you refused to go just because you didn’t feel like it. Not to mention your manager.
You get out of bed and prepare for the day. You’ve got an outfit in mind that will help you take on the day. What have you chosen? What is it made of? What colour is it? How does it make you feel? Relaxed? Powerful? Cheerful?
Go and open the wardrobe and look inside. You see that your clothes have been replaced by a very impressive yet rather cumbersome suit of armour.
It’s the only thing there, and you can’t go to work wearing nothing. Your partner who drives you to work is hurrying you along. It’s time to go. You need to be at work. You have a meeting at 9. You can’t miss it.
It’s difficult to put the armour on. Your partner has to help with the gauntlets. You have no idea how you can even begin to do the day wearing this. You have to wear the sabatons on your feet as well. Your partner fixes them on and practically drags you out of the door. It’s hard to co-ordinate your movements.
You arrive just in time for the meeting, but every movement reminds you of this suit of armour. It gets in the way. It makes some very unwelcome noise in the serious meeting. It’s very uncomfortable. The corners dig into your muscles. You must present the information you have brought to the meeting, but you can’t see out properly. The helmet is too tight, squashing your head. All eyes are on you, wondering why you’re not explaining the data. Your elbows and knees rub on the hard metal every time you bend them.
Perhaps you can take your attention off your predicament for long enough to notice that everyone else is wearing armour too. But they all seem perfectly comfortable and are moving on with the meeting smoothly.
The meeting ends and you never did manage to make a valuable contribution. How do you feel? Angry that you didn’t perform well and it wasn’t even your fault? Ashamed because the manager you wanted to impress was there? Upset? Exhausted? Not to mention in pain and way too hot by this point. But you can’t take the armour off. Everyone else is wearing theirs without comment, and it’s not even lunch time.
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You manage to find a friend on your coffee break and ask what is going on and how on earth they were able to cope in the meeting. You friend reassures you that everything’s fine. Don’t worry; you’re OK. Just keep going and focus on the things you’re doing. You’ll get used to it - see - we’re all OK.
After lunch you discover that parts of the suit are actually lined with sandpaper, and that is why you feel like the skin is rubbing off your toes every time you take a step, and why you get such pain when you stand up and the suit rests heavy again on your shoulders. But when you try leaving your hands and feet uncovered after lunch, you are told in no uncertain terms that it is unacceptable to present yourself like that. You must look the same as everybody else or you have no right to be one of them. You think perhaps you would rather not be one of them, even though you were so desperate to impress this morning. You remember that there were parts of the day you would have enjoyed if you’d have been in that outfit you had in mind this morning. The one you couldn’t find in the wardrobe.
But by now it’s an effort just to endure what should have been a fun afternoon, and all you want is to be at home, in your pyjamas, safe.
The constant pain reminds you every minute that you are wearing this suit in response to a requirement of yourself (you can’t go to work naked and you must go to work), your partner (you must leave the house now, and we need to pay the bills) and your manager (you must look presentable like everybody else). How does that make you feel? Angry? Hostile? Rebellious? Now imagine that you have a condition where you find it difficult to comply with your own and others’ expectations or demands even when you need to do something that you really enjoy. How much more difficult does it make it to keep this suit of armour on?
You reach the end of the day, get the suit off and crawl into bed. How do you feel now? Defeated, that everybody else just functioned as normal but you couldn’t? Worthless, because you couldn’t overcome the challenge? Cheated, that you couldn’t enjoy the fun? Frustrated, because you couldn’t prove in that meeting what you really can do?
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And how do you feel when you find out that everybody else’s armour was fake? Fleece lined and flexible. They weren’t acting differently because it wasn’t different. They didn’t see the difference in your armour. They didn’t listen when you tried to ask, and they didn’t believe you when you tried to say you couldn’t do it. “You’re OK”, they said. “Just get on with it.”
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NEVER assume you know something about somebody or their experience unless THEY have told you. You can’t assume that because you, or the majority of people, find something comfortable or acceptable, that the individual in front of you also does.
You can’t assume that because you get a sense of belonging by looking the same as everybody else, that all people do. Some people find their sense of belonging in being understood and accepted. In feeling that their needs are reasonable and that they are supported to contribute to the best of their ability. Without that feeling, they will never have a sense of belonging, no matter how much they look like the others in a group.
If we want to call ourselves an inclusive community, let’s not miss an opportunity to create the feeling of value that is so easily stolen from so many vulnerable people.