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Apr. 27th, 2016 02:36 amThings I am still not entirely used to in my adult life...
Being introduced to colleagues of my mother by first name and not "Title and name." Whether they told me to call them something else or not, I still feel like I'm my mother's kid and should be introduced to them by title and name rather than first name. (My mother works in an academic department at a university-most of her colleagues hold PhDs or other doctoral degrees, except for the grad students who, once upon a time were my contemporaries and who now are often younger than I am.)
Last year at shiva for my Dad people brought all kinds of food, and one of the professors brought a wonderful dish, similar to one I make, but I liked her version a little better (actually I'll probably combine elements of the two to get one that I like even more.) I didn't get the recipe then but I was thinking about it today, and so I decided to email my mother and ask her who it was who brought the food and could I get the recipe? In my email I mentioned the professor in question by first name, but it just didn't feel right. Is it imposter syndrome (as in "I appear to be a sensible adult but I don't actually believe I'm one,") or something else?
Being introduced to colleagues of my mother by first name and not "Title and name." Whether they told me to call them something else or not, I still feel like I'm my mother's kid and should be introduced to them by title and name rather than first name. (My mother works in an academic department at a university-most of her colleagues hold PhDs or other doctoral degrees, except for the grad students who, once upon a time were my contemporaries and who now are often younger than I am.)
Last year at shiva for my Dad people brought all kinds of food, and one of the professors brought a wonderful dish, similar to one I make, but I liked her version a little better (actually I'll probably combine elements of the two to get one that I like even more.) I didn't get the recipe then but I was thinking about it today, and so I decided to email my mother and ask her who it was who brought the food and could I get the recipe? In my email I mentioned the professor in question by first name, but it just didn't feel right. Is it imposter syndrome (as in "I appear to be a sensible adult but I don't actually believe I'm one,") or something else?
