It’s definitely not my first time at the mansplaining rodeo.
I've had my work co-opted by others who’ve taken the credit on a few occasions, and once even had my entire portfolio stolen by some dude who foolishly tried to pass it off as his own in a job interview, where it just so happened I knew the hiring manager.
But this week was a first. Perhaps a career pinnacle.
This time I finally had a man actually present my own work back to me, explaining the strategy I’d developed, process I’d created, and the workshop I’d designed as though it would have been the first time I’d ever heard these (damn good) ideas.
On a roll, he's also managed to take my writing, reformat my draft, and solicit feedback from each of the other managers (dudes), all except for me.
In a weird way, I don’t blame him–not precisely–but rather the rest of my team who simply shrugged it off, ignoring multiple opportunities to set the record straight on my behalf, their British discomfort with confrontation apparently outweighing the value of my contributions.
Yet somehow, I found myself feeling as ashamed as I was frustrated. Was my work not good enough? Was his better? Was he more qualified? What could I have done to improve? What am I doing wrong?
Somehow, even 20 years of experience, half of them as a leader and director is still not sufficiently convincing evidence to quell those impostor-y thoughts.