We must be careful not to assume the worst, not to project our own fears and insecurities onto others. Read this thoughtful blog post from Laura Droege about her experience miscontruing another mother’s demeanor and behavior, assuming the other mother was prejudiced against Laura due to Laura’s openness about her bipolar diagnosis:
“Sometimes, it really is prejudice against me.
And sometimes, it’s not about me at all.”
Once upon a time, I met a woman who didn’t like me. I thought she didn’t like me, at least. She never smiled at me, rarely spoke to me, and generally didn’t seem thrilled at my presence in our Sunday school class.
Obviously, she didn’t like me.
Obviously, there was something wrong with me for her to dislike me.
I racked my brain for what was wrong. Had I offended her? Was I too honest about my bipolar disorder? Was I too quiet or awkward or— too something, some defect without a name and therefore without a solution?
Years passed. I shrugged it off. There were other people in the church who did like me, despite this nameless defect, and I consoled myself with their friendship.
One year I had this woman’s child in my VBS pre-k small group. The woman (I’ll call her Anna) pulled me aside on the…
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