Taking the End of Year Hype with a Pinch of Salt: Understanding the social media declarations of successes probably come with undeclared context

I’m not a massive New Year person. I talk a lot about how much I love Christmas, but when it comes to New Year’s Eve, I kind of find putting so much pressure on a single night a bit much for me. That said, I do understand the benefits of using it as a moment to reflect, celebrate, and recognise the progress we’ve made. We all know that I’m a fan of ring fencing some time for reflection, I think the benefit and challenge of New Year is that it feels like the whole world is doing it simultaneously and occasionally the messaging that comes with that can be hard to digest and process.

I think it can be especially challenging if perhaps the year hasn’t gone so well or if you are going through something hard just as the year turns. The plethora of messaging out there, whilst laudable, can easily send individuals into a spiral that adds to what they were already dealing with. So, this year, instead of adding to that burden by merely posting my highs, I thought I would post a blog that I hope will remind anyone struggling to read those posts for what they truly are, nice words with limited context. I thought I would also throw in a few thoughts on how I work to process them when the world overwhelms me. Happy New Year, and welcome to 2024!

New Year is an arbitrary marker

The first thing I want to be clear about is that New Year is actually a completely arbitrary marker. There is nothing that states that this is the best time for you, as an individual, to reflect. January is cold and dark, and depending on how you feel about Christmas, it can come after a time that has already been emotionally challenging. It may not, therefore, be sensible to think you have the bandwidth to undertake some true reflection at this time. I see the world differently when the days are longer and when I have access to sunlight. I feel differently about the world when spring hits, and my challenges don’t seem as overwhelming. I thought I would start by saying, therefore, that there is no rule that you should do your reflection piece now. Choose a time that works for you. Be as individual as you choose and empowered to just opt out if you so wish.

Celebration and supporting others is important but…….

I’ve posted about how important I think it is to celebrate and support others. I think lifting each other up is key and an important way to give back. The way you do this doesn’t have to result in you damaging your own mental health and wellbeing however. You can choose to like posts as you scroll down them rather than fully engage and comment if you are having a difficult time. You can choose to have a social media break and know that at this time of the year, there will be plenty of others prepared to carry that particular load on your behalf. Sometimes, noting and filing away, so your congratulations or support comes later and individually, can actually be the more meaningful way to respond. My point I suppose is this, if you are in a difficult place there is nothing wrong with periodically prioritising your wellbeing.  This is different from choosing not to engage and celebrate others, and it’s OK, not that you need my permission or anything.

Not everything is as shiny as people say

One of the reasons I don’t fully engage with the hype at New Year is that I’m aware that people feel like they have to put something out there. Many people feel like they have to find something to shout about. I can, in many ways, see why this is helpful, as even if you’ve not had a great time, it encourages you to find the good. I actually feel this is a positive way to process if you are in the right space for it. If you are not, however, it can add undue pressure and make things worse. If you are in a place where you can’t do that processing, it’s worth noting 2 things. First, you will get to that place at some point. You just don’t need to get there in time for an arbitrary date that may or may not work for you. Second, a percentage of what you’re seeing posted won’t be from a place of true reflection and joy. It will come from the social pressure to post something.  There are a heap of people out there desperately trying to find something to say, and even more who are not posting anything as they are in the same space as you, they are just not visible in their absence. On this one, I would be aware of the absence of things as well as the presence of others and use it to help contextualise how your feeling.

Benchmarking against others is not always helpful

Betty, from the Tales of Female Badassery podcast, reminded me of a phrase today ‘comparison is the thief of joy’. It really struck me, today of all days, how true that can be. Benchmarking is a useful tool. It can inspire you, show us the possible, and help us plan the paths to our dreams. If you try to do it without full context or all the information, however, it can lead to negativity and self-recrimination. So, if you are tempted to fall down this particular rabbit hole, ask yourself……is this helpful? If the answer is no then it’s time to crawl your way back out into the sunlight and park it for later, you are probably either using the wrong sources or are not in the right head space for the undertaking. Your journey is yours, and benchmarking is a tool, not an outcome.

Life is multifactorial

You’ll see a lot of posts about professional success at this time of year. I wanted to take a moment to remind us all, however, that life is not just about work. When you are considering successes it needs to include not just work financial components but what happened in other aspects of your life. Did you take that drawing class you’ve wanted to? Did you finally manage to finish writing a poem? Did you get the kids to school in one piece this term? We are more than one thing, and our reflections should encompass all of who we are, not just a box that society deems we should tick off. It’s OK to bring all of you to whatever it is you’re doing, and that includes reflection and celebration. No one gets to tell you what matters and what is significant but you.

People are often not sharing the bits that didn’t go well

I have had an objectively amazing year. I got to go to eurovision, to the Kings Coronation, I got papers out, and won awards. All of which are brilliant.  The other side of that coin is that I’ve pretty much broken myself physically and mentally at points, to the extent that even writing this blog, which means so much to me, had to be paused for a month. Now, because of what this blog is, I’ve shared some of those challenges as well as the highs. You often don’t get to see both sides of the coin, however. Success often comes at a cost, and that is a conversation we often seem to avoid having. There is nothing wrong with deciding that it’s a cost that you are not currently prepared to pay. Even straightforward things, like exams, come with a financial and time penalties, and depending on where you are in life, you may say not now, or not ever. People are also always shocked when I talk about failure, as so many people don’t, but failure is a part of life, and it’s OK both that it happens and that we talk about it. You’ll see some people sharing their CVs of failure and this time of year, as well as their successes, and I think that that is brilliant and brave act, and something we should do more of.

You are on your own journey

Fundamentally,  we are all on our own path. No one will be on the same path as you. You have your own values, your own goals, your own history, all of which will be personal to you and impact on your decision-making. Celebrating rather than crushing that individuality under the weight of expectation and comparison is something I’ve found is key to my own happiness.

It actually, from my experience, takes a fair amount of courage to own this individuality and way of approaching the world. So what I’m wishing for us all in 2024 is the bravery to walk and own our paths, and to use that ownership to be a little less impacted by the distraction of the paths of others. You do you! Leave others to be themselves in turn.

Goals should support aspiration, not self-recrimination

Goals and even New Year’s resolutions should be tools that help us on this journey. They should not be a weight around your neck to suffocate you if you do not achieve them. Goals need to be flexible enough to change as the landscape changes, and we need to be able to respond and throw them off if there are no longer relevant. I think we should all bear this is mind, least of all me, even with what should be simple things. Sometimes, when I say I will post on a specific day and I don’t manage it, I will go into a flight of self recrimination that baffles Mr Girlymicro who points out that the world has neither ended nor has someone been harmed by my lack of delivery. Perspective is needed. What are the consequences of achieving a goal or not? They should be map markers to aid you. If they become more than this, they probably need to be reviewed and further understood as to why they matter so much. Understanding your drivers is key to understanding yourself after all.

Sometimes, getting off the hamster wheel is more important than staying on it

One of the things I can’t work out if I learnt due to the pandemic or would have learnt in my 40s anyway is that sometimes the goal itself may be to become OK with not having a goal. Sometimes, the important thing is not to tick another box, add another level, or achieve more. Sometimes, the important thing is to do the opposite, to do less, take on less, to feel freed. In a world about consumption and visible gain it can be hard to feel legitimately able to make decisions that go against the tide and decide it’s time for a break. It’s often not even talked about as an option. It is however one. It’s OK to step away. It’s OK to table something for later. It’s OK to pause and re-evaluate. The rat race isn’t going anywhere. It will be there waiting for you when you are ready to re-join it. So go ahead and breath, everything will be fine.

Here’s to celebrating the little things in 2024

My 2024 will not therefore be filled with grand declarations. I’m hoping that it will still be filled with success, but the success that I want is about the little things. It’s about finding time to make and drink tea out of the pot instead of always rushing and having it from a tea bag in a cup. It’s about finding time to write this blog and be creative in a way that is joyful, not squeezed into existence. It’s about balancing my life and work, finding time to deal with my emails during working hours, and even on occasion seeing the bottom of my inbox. It’s about finding more moments with friends and family by achieving that balance. It’s about all those little moments every day that, for me, make life worthwhile. I hope that in 2024, you get whatever it is that you wish for and know, whatever you decide that is, that it is practically perfect in every way. Happy New Year.

All opinions in this blog are my own

A DINK Household: Embracing a life with no kids, no guilt, only joy

I’ve got a few days off this week and so have finally been able to catch up with some friends and family. It’s also given me more time than normal to catch my breath and reflect a little. Most of my friends with kids however are instead running around from show to show, attending carol concerts, and trying to buy presents at midnight. This comparison has caused me to reflect on how glad I am to be part of a DINK household.

What on earth is a DINK? It’s a term I’ve heard thrown around for a while and I finally asked Mr Girlymicro what it stood for. Apparently, it stands for: double income, no kids. There’s also DINKY, which stands for double income, no kids yet.

I wrote a while ago about how it felt to be childless in my 40s and to discover I couldn’t have children. At that point, I had come to terms with it as a reality. Now, in the year my niece would have become a teenager, I have to say I’m more than OK. 13 years on I have such a different view on the whole situation. Not only am I OK, but I have come to embrace and enjoy all the opportunities that have come my way, many of which would not be available to me if I was looking after the next generation. This post is not to revel in the stress of those who have a different path, but to share that there can be joy for those of us who are on a different journey.

It’s not them versus us

Too often when I post about being childless on social media, whether defending my right to still leave work on time or stating that my life still has value, I get a response that sets me up as if it’s the childless vs the parents. My claiming that people who are not parents still have the right to work life balance does not take away from the rights of parents to have the same. One group having value does not detract from the other. I think it’s an interesting societal artefact that we are set up as opposites, when really we are nothing of the sort. It is not ‘Them vs Us’. It is about an appreciation of difference and recognising  the challenges and impacts on everyone’s lives of the decisions we make. I can want to have my life recognised as ‘of value’ without asking for someone else to have theirs diminished. 

My friends with children are a brilliant and an important part of my life. Being the fun aunt is important to me. My wonderful colleagues who have children absolute deserve to have allowances made so that they can be present and involved parents. I love hearing about the activities of their kids, their lives, and seeing the pictures. On the rare occasion I also need to leave on time to see my family, they are brilliant about ensuring it happens. I hope they feel I support them in the same way. This positioning of ‘Them vs Us’ isn’t real and if 2023 has taught me anything, it’s not to feed the trolls, so let’s see and value each other.

I have found my joy

I work hard. The days are long, and I’m often pretty tired and worn thin. I think there was a certain level of work for distraction for a while, but an awareness of using it to avoid processing has enabled me to face some things head on. As 2023 draws to a close, it’s turned out to have been a year of some amazing highs. 2022 in fact, also had some particularly rocking moments. There were some great professional wins brought about by all that work, which I’ve been forced to acknowledge would never have happened if I’d had to split my focus. I also had some truly wonderful times with Mr and mummy Girlymicro and some great friends, many of which would have been harder or more complicated if we’d had children. Sunsets, cocktails, and shopping would have just been more complicated. I experienced pure and unadulterated joy in just being in these moments. In the freedom, we have to just book a weekend away on a whim. Freedom that being a DINK household gives us that we would be unlikely to have otherwise. Joy that has become uncoloured by the ‘What Ifs’ that had previously removed some of the shine. Learning to live in and for these moments without looking back.

My life has value

One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced in moving forward is the unwritten societal expectation. I don’t know whether it is unconscious evolutionary pressure or a societal construct, but there is a perception that somehow your life has less value as you are not contributing the future by having children. That’s not to say that it all comes from other people. A lot of this is something we put on ourselves. It is not helped by people feeling like it is OK to make you justify your decisions at every point. You can’t have children? Why don’t you adopt? Have you considered IVF? Have you researched trying via a surrogate? To which I have a tendency to want to scream back ‘Oh no, I never considered any of those things. I’ve never lied awake at night running through my options. It just never occurred to me to research and find out more. Thank you so much for changing my life by enlightening me that there are other options!’. All of these conversations, whilst driven from a place of support, just reinforce the fact that no kids = no value.

Let me tell you now what I tell myself every day. I have value. It may not be in the same way, but my life is valuable, my contributions are valuable, and although different, I am still contributing the future of humankind.  I feel like I contribute professionally, but also by supporting friends with their families. Recognising this contribution in myself means that I now feel empowered to put more boundaries around my life to protect it and to respect that value. I am trying to leave work on time. I’m trying to not work weekends. I’m trying to find time for contributions that mean something to me and which I believe matter, like this blog and being a visible woman in STEM. If I don’t do it, how can I role model that for others, and how else can we have conversations about how to change some of the perceptions about value and childlessness.

I refuse to feel guilty

I’m done apologising. I’m done apologising if I need to put my life first some times. Now, I’m not talking all the time. We all have to be team players. I am, however, done with throwing myself over the metaphorical ledge in some perverse form of self flagellation for something I had no control over. I am also done with being made to feel guilty in conversations where I talk about my life and my opportunities. Yes, I get to go on holiday to New York and shop because I’m not paying out a crazy amount of money in nursery fees. I’m not going to hide it because I get to do something someone else can’t. In the same way, I embrace people showing me pictures of their kids, even if I can’t have any. Their children are an important part of their lives, and I care enough to be interested. The way I feel about lunch at Serendipity III in New York and the fact it featured in one of my favourite movies with my sister has meaning for me. Things are meaningful for different people in different ways, thus is the joy and variety of life.

I’ve heard the phrase ‘Not everyone is cut out to be a parent’ said to me a few times in recent years from a variety of sources. This is almost always linked to conversations about activities in which I’ve embraced my childless existence. The first few times, it really stung, almost as if it was a way of saying that if I’d been able to have kids I would have been a bad mum. It made me pretty unhappy that it was OK to throw around that kind of judgement. The more I’ve heard it though, the more I now see it as a sign that I have genuinely grown to be comfortable with who I am now. My identity is now so OK with my childless state that I am also OK with talking about the pieces of motherhood I would have found challenging, about being open with who I am to others. Although, if you feel like saying these words, probably best to discover how they might be taken before you do. Six years ago, the response may not have been so open and embracing of the conversation.

Embracing the life we’re given

Becoming comfortable with who you are, whether you have just encorporated grief into that identity or not, has been the first step in giving myself permission. Permission to make choices that work for me, permission to be happy, permission to draw boundaries, and if needed permission to stay in the bath soaking for 3 hours with tea and an audiobook.

Embracing the life I lead, rather than some sort of societal expectation or perception of the life I should lead, has completely changed how I make choices. Being aware of my privilege in getting to make those choices makes me value them even more. In one week this year, I got to go to the King’s Coronation and Eurovision. My life is pretty epic, and none of that is defined by whether I have a child or not. It’s defined by the choices I make to lead me down wonderful and unexpected pathways and filling my life with love through the people I make the journey with.

Never looking back

I’m done with ‘What Ifs’. If you are looking back all the time you can’t truly look forward. I’ve embraced the road that led me here but I’m not defined by it. It’s just a part of who I am, not the whole. It is all too easy to be haunted by the past, especially if  the reality of that past was that we had no control over the events. This can lead to a sense of disempowerment and a feeling that we lack agency from that moment forward. At some point, to regain a sense of control, you have to have some hard conversations with yourself about what that control looks like. For me, it’s about waking up every day and consciously choosing to embrace my now. To see the future as filled with possibilities rather than filled with ghosts of a future that will never be. I no longer have a crick in my neck from looking back, and I’m OK with that.

Travelling the road less travelled

So join me, whether your circumstances are driven by choices out of your control or not, in embracing the road less travelled. Join me in committing to being braver in facing up to uncertainty, reality and in having difficult conversations with ourselves when needed in 2024. We don’t know where the doors we open by these acts of bravery will lead us, but I can almost guarantee it will be unexpected. Your journey doesn’t need to look like anyone else’s. It’s uniquely yours, and that is the joy of it!

All opinions in this blog are my own

A Shout Out to My Girls: This one is for all the women that support others & see them as inspiration not competition

I was fortunate enough to be asked to record a podcast last week with the absolutely awesome Betty Adamou for her series Tales of Female Badassery.  Just as we were prepping to record I was struck with a moment of panic.  I didn’t know whether I was a Badass.  I didn’t know if I’d every done anything that would make me a Badass.  I called one my girls in a state of panic, she responded with ‘don’t be so ridiculous, you’re not only a badass, you’re one of the most badass people I know’.

It got me to thinking. I am super fortunate to be really close to my family and to have the wonderful Mr Girlymicro as my constant companion. In more recent years I have, however, also become aware of how wonderful it is to have a small tight knit group of women in my life. These are the people who understand if I don’t call them for months. The ones who know me well enough to know when to challenge and when to comfort. The ones who I can sit and watch bad movies with in pyjamas and who would never judge me for the state of my house. Some of them I have known for decades, others more like 5 years, but time doesn’t really matter.  They are my girls. They get me, and this post is dedicated to them and why you should consider finding your own equivalents.

Constructive challenge

Not everyone has a Mr Girlymicro in their lives and to be honest we all need someone to call us on our BS sometimes. Having a small cicle that you trust completely, which have the ability to stop you in your tracks when you’re going down a cognitive rabbit hole is so valuable.

I suspect we’ve all been there, sounded off about X or Y, when suddenly someone trusts calls us out on what we are doing that could trigger that behaviour, or pushes us to understand why we are so triggered. This calling out opens up a whole new vehicle to understanding or route for a response that would not have been available to us otherwise.

In my case, my girls often join forces with Mr and mummy Girlymicro in asking me why? Why have I decided to take on yet another thing? Why do I think it’s needed? What extra will it add? What will I drop to enable me to take on the shiny new? What does it mean for them? Will they see even less of me now? Will I be even more distracted and do even less at home? These conversations can lead to me walking back commitments,  or at least force me to articulate my thought process and gain a better understanding of where I actually am with my workload.

Unconditional support

The reason that constructive challenge can happen is because I know these guys are 100% on my side. They are unwavering. They know all the bad in me and choose me anyway. They can, therefore, be brutal about the truth when needed, as they are also around for the rebuilding that is sometimes required after being faced with a harsh truth.

This also means that I hear what they say. If they tell me someone is out of line and validate my feelings, I hear it more because I also know they would tell me if the opposite was true and I was the one who’d acted badly. To me, unconditional support isn’t about just giving me what I want to hear. It’s giving me what I need to hear in terms of the truth/reality check. They tell me both that I’m not superwoman, but also that I’m a god damn queen who can achieve anything she puts her mind to. Just not simultaneously.

Shared experiences

Not through any deliberate endeavour,  but just because of how life has worked out, my girls all happen to be kick ass women who either work in STEM (science, technology, engineering and maths) or are STEM qualified. In fact, they are all coincidentally PhD qualified. I didn’t meet them all through science however. For instance, Diane, I met my first day at uni and has been keeping me sane for over 20 years. Claire (known as Dr Claire, as she was the first Claire with a PhD) I met because she was dating a friend of my future husband, the boyfriend exited the picture and we stayed friends. Claire (Captain Claire, due to our shared appreciation of Captain Jean Luc Picard) and I met over several bottles of wine when we were both doing our PhDs and have continued on the wine trajectory ever since. This means we have both a bunch of shared and different experiences.

Our shared experiences, linked to being women in science, mean that they can sometimes help me see challenges coming in a way I wouldn’t have anticipated.  They  can also share what did and did not work for them when they encountered something similar.  We can, on occasion, also just rage about the injustice of it all in a way that enables us to put our feelings in a box and carry on regardless.

A different view of the world

I have some wonderful women in my world who I count as dear friends but whom I still work with. These wonderful women are often my go-to for support and guidance as they are emersed in my world. The difference between them and this group of girls is that we don’t work together, and have never worked together in the same department. This means that we took different paths through both work and life. We don’t just reinforce each others perceptions and bias therefore through having pre-established knowledge of the other people in each others lives or work. We have a bunch of shared experiences, but a lot of our progress has led us to very different places. Some of us have kids, some don’t, some of us still work academically or in science, some don’t.  This breadth of experiences mean that they can sometimes offer a very different view to mine. They can point out nuance I would have missed or when my previous experience is biasing me to a current situation.

We also have very different ideas of what constitutes a good time. I’m a book, fire, sofa and afternoon tea kind of girl. Whereas the Claires would way prefer to be with their animals (chickens, wallabies, etc) and Diane would happily be walking through the Scottish countryside.  This is also helpful. It has always pushed me to try things I wouldn’t have. Once it pushed me to try camping. This was a mistake. Camping was a step too far. They love me anyway.

Parachute provision

I’ve written before about my tendency to shame spiral. I’m not alone. Captain Claire and I are known to call each other up mid shame spiral and offer each other a parachute outta there. We talk through what we’ve done, talk through the possible consequences, and how we might act or handle things differently next time, in a space of acceptance without judgement. It’s this last piece that is key. We’re not trying to ‘fix’ each other, just support each other by providing a safe space for verbal reflection and to articulate our fears, whether rational or not. From my perspective, this often permits an early exit from the spiral combined with some centering and learning. What more could a girl ask for?

Sometimes, we all cry

That same space of zero judgement is also important as it provides a space where you have licence to just feel. Sometimes, I have to ride the wave of emotions to process them and get through to the other side. It’s no secret to the readers of this blog that there have been some tough times in the last few years. Having a space where you can just have freedom to express that you are angry or upset by the state of the world or the way you have been treated professionally is so special. I have this with Mr and mummy Girlymicro as well, but it helps them to be able to share the load, especially when things can go through intense periods. Sometimes, I just need to cry and say that things are unfair, and then I get it out of my system and find the emotional band width to remember my why and can get back on with the fight.

Borrowed courage

When I phoned up Dr Claire and declared ‘I’m just not a badass’, her first response of ‘hell yes you are’ gave me courage. It made me brave enough to go ahead and record something I was hesitant about. This is what my girls do. They loan me courage when mine fails me. When my imposter syndrome or my fear tells me I can’t, they are always there to tell me I can.  When I receive awards or recognition and I ask ‘why me’, they respond ‘because’. They see me when I cannot see myself. They will tell me to ignore the fear and just get on with it. They will challenge me when I’m avoiding things because I’m not brave enough and loan me the courage I need to do what is needed. When required, they bring out the bad ass warrior in me.

Courageous authenticity

The validation I am lucky enough to receive from my family and my girls is important for another reason. They make me feel like it’s OK for me to be myself, not some projected version of myself. I’m pretty open in this blog about who I am, how I feel, and how I respond to challenges. I’m also (I hope) pretty honest about my personal flaws and areas that I’m trying to grow and improve around. This blog wouldn’t be possible without having people around who not only validate that that message is OK, but that it is actually important and helpful to talk about these things.

There are days for all of us where we can’t love ourselves. Days where all we can see are our flaws and none of our strengths. Days when we compare and we just don’t stack up. Having people in your world who also see and acknowledge these weaknesses, love you anyway, and tell you you have value even in their presence is one of the greatest gifts we can receive from another person. It enables you to still be who you are even when that may be the last thing you want to be. To continue to work on being unapologetically authentically you.

Mutual appreciation society

One of the best things about these relationships is that they are bi-directional. Most of the time, when one of us is having a bad time, the other is doing OK and can be there to lift the other up. On the occasions where we are both just going through it, then a shared pit of despair can still provide comfort. (We’ve decked ours our with pillows, blankets, and everything). I think these ladies rock it. I trust them completely. I trust them to call me out and challenge me, which means when they validate my other feelings, I believe that too. I love them and consider myself blessed to have them in my life. I also hope that I am there for them as much as they are there for me.

My girls and I aren’t in competition with each other. We’re all on different paths. We value different things, and that’s not only OK but joyous! It doesn’t matter who is achieving what. It doesn’t matter if that’s getting the kids to school on time, or getting out of bed and just making it to work when we’re having a bad time and just wish to hide from the world. All of it is valid and worth celebrating. When they were having kids and I was finding it hard as I was still working through my own situation, they were always mindful but still knew that I was genuinely happy for them. One thing does not obliviate the other.

Distilled awesome

So, to end, I want to say thank you. Thank you to the women out there supporting other women. Thank you to the ladies who straighten my crown even when I don’t realise it’s crooked. Thank you to my girls, the one’s who I cry, scream and cheer with. You are distilled awesome and I will never be able to truly describe the difference you’ve made to my life and how grateful I am to have you on this journey with me. I may be absent for months, I may be a special kind of crazy, but know I am always here for you!

All opinions in this blog are my own

World Antimicrobial Awareness Week 2023: Thinking differently about ‘Super Wicked’ problems

It’s the end of November and we’ve just come to the end of World Antimicrobial Awareness Week 2023 #waaw. I have previously posted about some of the challenges linked to antimicrobial resistance and this year I’ve been really impressed by the amount of information on social media. I also know of some face to face events (more on that later) linked to speaking to school children and healthcare staff. Many of us are involved with an engagement push linked to this week, and one-off events are both valuable and have strength of purpose. I wonder though how many of us have really thought about how we design or put these events together in a chain for greater impact or in the wider context of the challenge?

What do we normally do?

It is sometimes tempting, especially if we’re doing a one off event, to focus on the activity or engagement first. This means that we will often come up with the cool fun idea of what we are going to do, focussing on the science, and how to break that down. This means that sometimes we start towards the end of the process, rather than starting off spending time thinking about what it is we want to achieve and then building everything based around that.

Even when you have the objectives nailed there are a number of different ways and factors that may impact your messaging and how that message is co-created/received, and your audience is a key component of the design process. Factors to consider can include aspects such as:

  • Gender distribution
  • Geographical location
  • Age
  • Family status (care givers, children)
  • Professional status
  • Socio-economic status
  • Education level
  • Shared experiences (special interest groups, prior intervention
    experience)
  • Social and cultural norms (beliefs or religious practices)

Different objectives lend themselves to different things, and to different audiences. Infographics are a very common way of communicating. They are easy to share and have great longevity, as they can be used in social media, but can also be utilised in print form for posters and leaflets to allow a different form of targeted spread. They can work better with some groups than others, and depending on the content are more likely to appeal to individuals with pre-existing knowledge or interest.

One of the challenges with a lot of the way that we communicate is that some of the facts can come across as pretty scary. The classic message that often gets used is modelling data that more people will die from antimicrobial resistance (AMR) than cancer by 2050. The problem with using these kind of shock statistics is that it runs the risk of turning general members of the public off the message as it’s both a scary and a big problem, which they can’t face engaging with as they don’t feel they have the capacity to influence it. This is especially true for those who see themselves as rarely interacting with healthcare, who might go to the GP every other winter for a course of antibiotics, but don’t see themselves as getting sick.

Another challenge is balancing some of the messaging, the message that everyone is responsible can sometimes read that no one is actually responsible. When I’m out and about having conversations about this right now, the pandemic has definitely had an impact. There is a lot of compassion and other fatigue post SARS CoV2, where people feel like they have given up a lot for the ‘greater good’ and don’t want to feel like more is being asked of them, in terms of personal sacrifice.

It is also hard to get both your ‘what’ and your ‘why’ into a single infographic. Messages linked to action are very powerful, but they tend to work better for audiences who already have a strong grasp of why the message is important and how it relates to a specific issue.

Great programmes, such as the Antibiotic Guardian programme, are already doing great work and position themselves linked to a behaviour change by encouraging individuals to sign up to behaviour pledges. They tend to appeal to people who have some pre-existing baseline knowledge, with pledges acting as re-enforcement. For instance, images, like the one below, are great and super easy to interpret, if you already have an understanding of antimicrobial resistance being a One Health issue. This is valuable, especially if your target audience is those using large amounts of antibiotics in daily life, such as farming, or antimicrobial prescribers, such as medics and vet.

Other types of engagement options enable you to tackle some of the frequent mis-conceptions, such as the fact that it is the person and not the organism that becomes resistant. Face to face encounters allow you to get a greater feel for where any of the knowledge gaps or pre-conceptions lie, in a way that is harder when you are just sending messaging out into the world. The limitation of this approach is always going to be the number of people who can be engaged. So the choice of objective really does impact which approach would be best, alongside whether you are aiming for knowledge/awareness raising or whether you are aiming to impact or change behaviour.

One of the other challenges with designing content or activities without having first defined your audience is that the language pitch can be particularly challenging. Words like diagnostics work really well when talking to healthcare professionals, but may resonate with the wider public. The things are also not static, the wider public may be more comfortable with certain terms post pandemic than they were before, this may or may not be maintained as part of common language as the years past. Therefore language options that may be appropriate in 2023 may not be appropriate in 2027, and undertaking a conscious review of pitch and language is required every time.

What does the literature tell us?

We recently published a paper focussing on some of these issues and processes linked to designing outreach or engagement for AMR, and it really made me think about some of the steps that might be helpful. It also made me realise how we should be using other tools and options when designing both our activities and evaluations linked to social behavioural models (Participatory learning and action approaches (PLA), Information-Motivation-Behavioural (IMB), Transtheoretical approaches) taking the learning and understanding from other areas to maximise our success in this area. Some of the key prompts for me included:

  • How many of us really take the time to define our target populations and think about what would work for the group we are going to target?
  • How many of us really define the single simple message we want that target audience to take away from our interaction and think about whether we are looking at knowledge/awareness increase or behaviour change?
  • How many of us design evaluation strategies based on population and target message/change in order to understand whether we have achieved our aims and how to improve it next time?

Without really embedding a rationale, design, and evaluation process, are we ever going to achieve what we want to achieve within a highly complex landscape? Because of the ‘super wicked’ nature of communicating about AMR unless we take a co-productive approach, will any of our interactions lead to long-term impacts? Are we really going to reach the groups that could most influence that change?

How can we approach things differently?

It takes a lot of time to design activities and I for one am always tempted to re-use and re-purpose as I’m time resource limited. One of the main things that came out of writing the paper, for me, was being very conscious of picking of the right tool for the job, and that one size doesn’t fit all because of the different reasons we might be undertaking the work in the first place.

Another thing that really struck me when reading the literature in this area is how much the power of telling stories can really address some of the issues that are linked to fear or the complexity of the challenge. It offers a route into the topic for people who are not necessarily already engaged by offering entertainment, and also to describe scenarios in a way to allow people to not feel so judged about personal actions whilst raising knowledge/awareness. It can provide a safe way to engage with a topic on an emotional level with reduced risk.

We’ve tried some of these concepts as part of The Project Nosocomial, with different approaches, from drag Klebsiella and panel discussions, to complete plays aimed at different audiences.

It is not just us that have tried this approach, there have been films such as Catch and musicals such as The Mould that Changed the World.

Not everyone is going to write a full on play however in order to engage others. Despite this I think there are things that we can still learn as scientists, like feeling empowered to tell our stories and our whys, that can support connections and innovation in this area. These approaches can be embedded in a low key way in all of our activity planning in order to enrich them. This type of experience, just like with Ted and others talks, can be really valuable in helping us improve our wider communication skills, and therefore also help with our wider professional practice.

One of the big challenges can be feeling secure enough to bring yourself, as well as the scientist, to your activity. By doing so, by sharing our stories and our why, you can engage in a deeper way than by just being the expert in the room. It adds depth and the ability to respond during engagement that hopefully leads to improved longevity of impact, and inspiration of intellectual curiosity of those involved. It also provides a route for us to learn as scientists, not just about communication, but also about how lived experience can impact patient choices.

I suppose, my point in this article is that I hope we can all be a bit braver, both in acknowledging the challenges we face in addressing an issue of this complexity, but also the steps we take in designing our responses to those challenges. I’d love to hear what other people are doing, so if you want to let me know that would be great, or you could even write a guest blog on your experiences of what you are up to in this area.

All opinions in this blog are my own

Do Or Do Not, There Is No Try: Why seeking external validation will never be enough

This has been a pretty amazing week, I was fortunate enough to receive the HIS Early Career Award from the Healthcare Infection Society. As the first woman and the first Healthcare Scientist to receive it, it was pretty wonderful. As part of receiving the award I was also given a 30 minute speaking slot. Now, unlike normal, the brief was pretty open which resulted in 2 things. First, a sense of overwhelming panic about what I should talk about. Two, a gradual realisation of what a privilege it is to be given the opportunity for 30 minutes as yourself and how invaluable such an opportunity is to represent yourself and others.

The other thing that happened was I spent some time thinking about how amazingly fortunate I have been in terms of external recognition in general. The thing is though, at its heart, it’s unsustainable. My husband is always telling me (tongue in cheek) that I have to stop winning things so that others can. No matter how much this is said in jest, there’s a lot of truth in this statement. When do we get out of the way so that recognition can be given to others? And what happens when that external recognition has become a benchmark in how you assess your own standing or success? This blog is the result of some of my musings on reliance on external markers of success, and what work we might need to do on ourselves whilst enjoying the recognition.

Recognition is amazing

In all honesty, I was never someone who won awards, not at school, not at university. It wasn’t really part of my psyche or something that I realised could happen to someone like me. After all, I’m a pretty normal run of the mill kind of girl. I work hard, but that’s my main feature. Then waaaay back in 2015 I was nominated for rising star award at the CSO awards by a kind Consultant Healthcare Scientist. I didn’t win, but it made me aware that such things exist. As Trust Lead Healthcare Scientist, I’ve always remembered that kindness and what it meant to me, and as a team we try to always ensure that we nominate as widely as possible for any external awards that come up. We even started the Healthcare Science Awards at GOSH in order to provide a similar kind of internal recognition.

Recognition is great. It’s a real confidence boost. It can also open doors (like to the Coronation) that you never thought would be open to you. Increasingly, awards and recognition are increasingly important for things like career progression and grant funding, so they are no longer just a nice to have. Now, sitting on/chairing a number award judging panels, I see how it impacts those in the running and how important those decisions are.

Recognition is also sometimes the only thing that gets you through. For a long time, there was not much acknowledgement of my value as a Healthcare Scientist internally. There have been some very challenging times. The external recognition I received was the thing that told me it was worth persisting, that I was doing something right when I spent a lot of time questioning myself, my value and my vision. The problem with this as a coping strategy is that recognition can become addictive, and as a people pleaser, you can come to believe that unless you receive it, you don’t have intrinsic value.

Acknowledge that we are trained into a certain way of viewing the world

Whether you’re a people pleaser, a gifted child, or someone who was just raised to strive, we are taught to see the world through a specific lens and to judge our success by it. There’s an always ‘onto the next thing’ mentality combined with a need to know we are good enough, as we secretly suspect that we aren’t. That specific lens can engender large amounts of success, but it can also make it hard to have a true appreciation of the facts, making external validation take on an increasingly significant role. But what happens when it stops?

I hate to break it to you, but there are only so many awards and qualifications out there, IPC and Healthcare Science are small worlds after all. What do you do when you have ticked the qualification boxes, and other forms of recognition are few and far between. This is especially true when you become a senior leader, and to be honest, no one is interested in tapping you on the back and telling you you’ve done a good job anymore. Doing a good job is assumed. Everyone will be quick enough to tell you you’ve messed up, but silence is where positive feedback used to be. If you are someone who needs external reinforcement, this is a lonely place to be, and it’s better to recognise it before you get there so you can have already begun work on your coping strategies.

There are benefits to the ‘onto the next thing’ mentality

One of the traps we can find ourselves in is that the ‘onto the next thing’ mentality can reap huge rewards. In competitive fields, such as academia and medicine, it can be an important driver to success. It allows you to dig that little bit deeper and be that little bit more focused. To tick the boxes that need ticking, and to sometimes tick them faster or more efficiently than would have been possible otherwise. This means that both the good and bad aspects of this personality trait get enforced, and whilst there are training competencies to be ticked and qualifications to be had, the negative side of this particular coin don’t feel so bad.

As time goes on however, and careers change, the boxes that need ticking are no longer so clearly defined, and the list of things to do has no end. The positive reinforcement produced from this way of dealing with the world therefore turns into a sense of failure and inability to see progress. The list of jobs never ends, and so a sense that it is because of a failure in ourselves, rather than the system we are working in, persists. We run faster on the hamster wheel in order to try to reach the finish line without realising we’re going in circles, and the line will always be just out of reach.

It will never be enough

One of the dangers when on the hamster wheel, therefore, becomes that we further lose sight of how to benchmark progress. This means we turn even more to others to guide us as to whether we are doing OK. Whatever OK is. And that’s a problem, isn’t it. No one really knows what we are seeking, especially when we don’t know what it is ourselves. Progress when early career may be challenging, but it is often fairly straightforward to define. As we develop, both ourselves and our careers progress and how we need others to feed back to us is frequently becomes less clear.

The other thing to note is that if you listen to the positive comments and hold them to be so significant, you will also listen to the negatives, and probably even more intensely. As the saying goes, ‘you have to take the good with the bad’. Now, listening to constructive negative feedback is an important part of developing. The sad thing is that sometimes it’s not so constructive, and that can lead to some pretty destructive self-talk, spiralling, and challenges with processing of the feedback you are getting. So, how do we move ourselves from the position where we hold the opinions of others in such high account, to where we can evaluate and add our own self reflection into the mix, in order to achieve a stable equilibrium?

Know that what success looks like changes

As I’ve said, what success looks like changes, and it may not look the same from day to day, let alone year to year. One of the things I’ve become increasingly aware of in recent times is that I want to achieve across my life. I’ve spent a long time focusing on achieving at work, but this means that my long-suffering husband has lacked support, and any non work achievements have very much been on the back burner. I want to regain some balance in my life. It won’t happen overnight, and progress is being made by inches, but that is what success for me would currently look like. Everyone is different and your idea of success may look very different to my current one, but unless you take the time to identify what it looks like for you you will continue to be driven by how others define it for you.

Beware of your self talk

I’m so guilty of staring at myself in the mirror and telling myself how stupid I’ve been or asking why the fuck I said that. I suspect that no one else talks to me as badly as I talk to myself, and when I do screw up part of me wishes people realised there’s no need to make me feel bad about as I’m already waaaaay ahead of anything they could say. The thing is, this is not a healthy way to treat myself. I am now putting in active effort to become a better cheer leader for myself. Before my talk at HIS, I took 2 minutes to tell myself that I could ‘do this’. I could appear like a grown-up and give a good talk. I tried to speak to myself the same way I would speak to my students and/or colleagues before they were due to do something they were nervous about. I gave myself the same compassionate time that I would give to someone else. This isn’t something that is an embedded behaviour for me yet, but I’m hoping if I continue to work at it it eventually will be.

Miss out on the best bits of yourself

If you live in a spiral of self critism or an echo chamber where you only value the opinions of others, you will miss out on the best bits of yourself. I’m a pretty weird person, but I think at heart we probably all are. I think I’m also pretty compassionate and loyal, as well as occasionally funny. It’s super cliche, but as I get older I do think that our relationship with ourselves is one of the best ones we can ever develop. It takes courage to stand and know your flaws and love yourself anyway. It takes time to see past that long list of flaws to see that many of them have flip sides that represent strengths. To honestly work on them whilst not constantly chastising yourself because they exist. If asked, I could immediately give you a list of the best qualities about just about everyone in my work and personal life. It shouldn’t therefore have taken me to my 40s to be able to produce an equivalent list for myself, but I’m a work in progress afterall.

Start by giving some conscious time to your thought processes

I made the shift (am making the shift?) by giving myself the gift of time and self reflection. When I react strongly, when I feel certain ways, I’m trying to just take a few moments to understand what drove me to behave or feel that way. My poor husband also spends a lot of time with me talking through just about everything. I personally need that verbalisation as part of the process to support my thinking. I should probably just get a coach and relieve my hubby of the process, but I trust him so much to call me on my bullshit when I’m trying to avoid seeing things I don’t like about myself.

I’m also allowing myself to care a little less about others think of me. There are certainly people out there who are not my biggest fans. The thing is that is their process, their decision. I used to try and bend myself into knots to change those opinions, but at its essence, I can’t control what others think of me. I can only control how much weight I give to those opinions. I’ve been described as marmite in the past, and just like you will never persuade me to like marmite, I suppose I cannot persuade those who find me jarring to like me.

Give yourself the pep talk you would give to others

I’ve talked about being aware of the way I talk to myself, and the occasional reassuring pick me up chat before high consequence moments. I’m stuck though by how much we don’t service our own needs in the same way that we respond and service those of others. At least once a day I will have a pep talk conversation with my colleagues or trainees. I may also have virtual ones in order to support my professional communities or friendship groups. Yet we don’t invest the same care, or energy into ourselves. More and more recently I’ve been prioritising the fact that if I feel certain ways that it’s OK to step away, get some alone time and give myself the same kind of pep talk that I give others. Now, in all honesty I don’t always believe the words I say to myself yet, hearing it from yourself is not the same as hearing it from someone else. That said, if we are setting benchmarks of kindness then those should extend to ourselves, not just others. I believe, like most positive change and habit formation, it will become easier the more I do it, and slightly less cringe inducing.

Give yourself permission

One of the biggest changes I’ve consciously made it to also give myself permission to feel the way I feel. Instead of telling myself to ‘get over it’ or telling myself how stupid I am for feeling a specific way, I allow myself to feel it and then to follow up with a question about why I feel that why. Asking why, with the aim to move towards resolution or at least greater understanding, rather than festering in denial. I think it’s important to acknowledge that we don’t live in this idealised space where we all feel good and confident all the time. If we wait on someone else ‘fixing’ us when we feel anything less than perfect then in some ways I’ve come to believe we’re not putting in the work. That’s not to say that I am not over the moon when someone recognises what I’ve been up to, it’s highly validating and makes so much of the extra hours and effort worthwhile. If we wait to be noticed and to receive that recognition however, and don’t strive to have internal validation that stands alone, we may not be able to receive it when we need it most.

If you are fortunate enough to be given a stage you are obligated to use it

Finally, from a recognition junkie, it is so important that if that recognition results in opening doors or giving you a platform that you choose to consciously use it. It is lovely to sit in the warm glow of someone telling you you are doing something right, but recognition offers more than that. It gives you a voice, a voice that you can use to shine a spotlight or to raise awareness. It is one of the reasons that I still strive for recognition, even having acknowledged some of my not so positive personality traits that it can amplify. If someone gives you a stage, stand on it and use it for the good of everyone who hasn’t been given one and who may not yet have a voice of their own.

All opinions in this blog are my own

An Unexpected Absence and Why It’s OK to Not Be OK

I haven’t taken more than 2 weeks off from posting on this blog for over 3 years, but I have been unexpectedly absent in October. Normally, I would have tried to get some guest blogs to fill the void, but I kept thinking I would feel better/different, so time has just slipped away, and so here we are.

So what happened? Well, some of you will remember how excited I was to go on holiday mid-September. It was my birthday and wedding anniversary, and the Girlymicro team were super excited as we were heading off to the Agatha Christie Festival, a trip 10 years in the planning. Sadly, things did not go to plan.

We arrived on the Saturday and everything was glorious. By the Monday Mr Girlymicro had an upset stomach. By my birthday on Tuesday, he was feeling so unwell with a temperature that he had to retire to bed. On Wednesday, I went out and brought SARS CoV2 tests for everyone. Both mummy Girlymicro and Mr Girlymicro were stonkingly positive. I followed soon after on Thursday. Now you might be thinking, what’s the big deal? Everyone has had COVID by now, but you’d be wrong. Mr Girlymicro had avoided it for over 3 and half years. Mummy had had it once, and I had a nasty respiratory version in March, but nothing like this. Thus ensued 2 weeks of laying on sofas and not leaving the holiday let whilst temperatures ran riot and I worried about whether hospital trips were in our near future. As is obvious, we all survived, although no festival was had.

So what’s the problem? The problem is that in addition to the physical side effects (tiredness, auto immune etc) my mind is quite frankly fucked. I can barely type sentences without errors, and the cognitive impacts have included a delightful range of emotional instability and anxiety outside of even my normal range. Long and short, I’ve felt cognitively paralysed and quite frankly far from OK. This is week 6 though and I’m trying to force my mind back into some sort of normal, but if you’re reading this and it makes no sense please just give me a free pass for a bit. Just in case anyone else has been experiencing this delightful combo, below are some thoughts about how I’m trying to weather this particular storm and also be OK with just not feeling entirely like myself.

Getting back to basics

One of the key things I’ve been trying to do whilst riding this particular wave is to focus only on the things right in front of me. My inbox is a bit of a car crash as a result, sorry about that, and you may or may not have noticed that I haven’t really been on social media much. I’ve been struggling just to pick up the basic tasks of survival, like eating, and to generally pretend to be functional.

All the extra bells and whistles have, therefore, had to go. I’ve not been able to pull late nights or work weekends, which is where I generally manage to get my above and beyond done. In consequence, it’s just not been happening. I’ve not even been able to make myself work on the tube on my way in. Hence, these posts have just not happened. Normally, this would cause me huge amounts of anxiety, and I think it’s telling that I’ve just not even been able to worry about letting you all down. It’s been one foot in front of the other, and I’ve needed to just accept that that is the most I can do and my current new normal.

Learning to give myself a break

Speaking of anxiety, I tend to have a decent amount just in everyday life. During this period however, my god, I’ve never experienced anything like it. It’s been crushing. Up side, I’ve had so much I couldn’t get anxious about the things I would normally worry about. Down side, every interaction is something I’m struggling with. Partly because I’m super aware that my brain is not working the way it normally does. I’ve never been great with names, but now I’m a car crash. I just can’t find the words I’m looking for, or worse, I’m using words that I know are not correct. I write emails, which I check because I know I’m not at my best, and hit send. Then, when I read them later, they are just strings of random words. As someone who usually thinks of themselves as an OK communicator, it’s crushing to not be able to trust yourself.

I am having to let some of the self judgement go though. I’m doing the best I can. So I forget words or names, so what! I’m still understandable. Others are probably either not noticing or not caring. Plus, it is what it is, and will continue to get better. I just have to myself a break and learn to be OK in the now.

Working out what’s real

One other big challenge right now is working out what of my self-talk is real and what is being driven by this enhanced anxiety and de-stabilisisation. Am I really bad at things? Am I just being paranoid about the agenda of others or their motivation or judgement towards me. How much of the 3am panic is genuine towards things I should have done, or is the fear the world will end because I didn’t respond to that email totally self contrived?

Trying to get out of my own head is hard right now, so I’m trying to just not make big decisions or be too expressive linked to individual thoughts and judgements. To be honest, I don’t trust my instincts or responses right now. I even had a massive rant at Mr Girlymicro for no reason. We’ve been together for over 20 years, and that’s never happened before, and it was totally undeserved. I believe I may be apologising for the next 20. It’s a good thing he’s such a saint. I’m thinking awareness of my current mindset is key and, in some ways, is a good chunk of the battle. Knowing enough to realise this isn’t the time to responsively engage is a step forward. Knowing to run your thoughts processes by others to sense check your assumptions and thinking is another. I am currently an unreliable witness to my own life.

Allowing myself to ostrich

Because of all of the above, I have pretty much given myself permission to ostrich and hide away for a while until I feel more like myself. Mr and mummy Girlymicro will always be my safe space, but beyond them, even close friends I’ve known for years are triggering my spirals. There are many times in life when I tell people to feel the fear and do it anyway. This, for me, is not one of those times. Right now, I’m putting up walls and hiding away in my castle until I feel more like myself.

Most people think of me as being super extroverted, but in reality I’m not. I happily turn it on when I’ll presenting or networking. I can maintain it for several hours. Then, I need to retreat and chill with a trusted few to recharge. Right now, though, I don’t have the capacity to turn it on for very long at all. So, if you see me at conferences or meetings, forgive me for not appearing like myself. Right now, my ideal is lying under a blanket, listening to an audio book, as I lack the concentration to even read. I’m giving myself permission to do just that rather than pretending I can manage otherwise. Plus, as I’m still really tired, hiding out and napping is the biggest piece of self care I can give myself.

Working on my boundaries

I’m naturally a people pleaser. Making people happy is important to me. I’m also a planner, I always have lists and know what my tasks are (even if I dont manage to get them done). All of that is out of the window right now. I can’t face my lists, I just can’t make myself do even the simple things that need to be done, such as messaging people or booking household tasks in. Simple requests, such as organising trips for next year, are just beyond me, and for once, I’m the one pushing back and saying,’I can’t think about that right now’. I’m putting one foot in front of the other and trying to set boundaries linked to things that make it harder.

On the way into work, I’m watching nonsense TV instead of writing blogs. On the weekend, the ever wonderful Mr Girlymicro is playing Balders Gate 3 for me whilst I very deliberately do not write talks or emails. I’m consciously changing the demands I put upon myself, as the requirements for these things come from me rather than anything external. If I set these demands, I can also consciously change them, and for now, I am. Until I have the energy and capacity to cook and do basic household tasks, like putting my clothes away, I’m not accepting other demands on my time. Even if they come from me.

Knowing that I will get back to me

I suspect one of the other reasons that I haven’t blogged in this time is that I like to hope that what I write can be constructive or helpful. I’m only just now getting to the space where I can think about what interventions or comments could fulfil that brief. You don’t all need 2000 words on the fact that I feel rubbish. On the other hand, I did want to write about the fact that sometimes it’s OK to not be OK. It’s OK to admit it. It’s OK to ask for help. It’s also OK to tap out for a bit if you need to. I think it’s sometimes helpful to have others acknowledge and talk about this. No one can run at 100% all the time. Currently, I honestly believe just showing up and doing whatever I can in the moment has to be enough.

The other thing is, I know this is temporary. It’s not like some of the other things my body does to me, which are a fact of daily life and need to be managed. This one just needs me to do 2 things I’m not great at, be patient and kind to myself. Every week it’s a bit better. The fact that I’m getting this blog out today is a testament to that. I will feel more like me again, until then I have kind people in my world who will remind me of who I am and that it’s OK to take a break occasionally. Normal service shall resume, but until then there shall be copious amounts of tea and self care. See you on the other side.

All opinions in this blog are my own

The Power of Celebration: Why we should see celebration as essential and not a selfish act

I’m still laid up with COVID, and so today I’m missing out on a pretty great event. The London Healthcare Science Collaborative is running an event on the power of celebration (led by Betty Adamou) and women in leadership (led by Claire Walker and Ant De Souza). Whilst I’ve not been able to attend, it has caused me to reflect on the topic and some of the different thoughts and experiences I’ve had linked to opportunities for celebration.

I’ve gone through periods of my career where I’ve definitely not felt like I’ve been allowed to celebrate my successes. I’ve also gone through periods where the barrier to celebration has definitely been me rather than anyone else. Some days, I feel like I’m not allowed to even discuss or mention successes as it will be seen as ungracious or egotistical. In contrast, there have definitely been times, and other situations, where I’ve felt not only empowered to celebrate but that others fully engaged and amplified those celebrations. I’ve been thinking, therefore, why celebration is important and what factors can impact whether we choose to undertake it or not.

Marking your progress

One of the first reasons I think celebration is important and powerful is that it can be used to mark big transitions in life, whether work related or not. The challenge comes in deciding whether the event is ‘sufficient’ and worthy of celebration. It can be easy, at least work wise, to be so focused on an end goal or big picture that nothing is considered to be worthy of celebration along the way. The problem with this is that there is always another step, another target, and so if celebration is not prioritised, it may just never happen. My plea on this one is that we all support each other to celebrate the little things as well as the big things. Sometimes in life, merely getting out of bed is worth a celebratory cup of tea. At least that’s true right now in my COVID world.

Celebrating the journey, not just the destination

But why should celebration be prioritised anyway? One of the key reasons is that it is easy to forget how far you’ve come and to not sufficiently recognise your true progress if individual moments are not recognised. Ensuring that you take the time to celebrate is actually a key part of you recognising your progress and investing in some self care.

Recognising individual stages of progress can also help with the big stages. Sometimes, completing a task, such as writing a PhD thesis, can just seem unattainable. Breaking down the massive task into sections that feel more achievable and allowing yourself to recognise that progress can, mean the entire task feels more managble. It can also help maintain momentum and positive attitude during tasks that are particularly challenging or where it can be easy to become bogged down. After all, most of the learning, and therefore the reason to celebrate, occurs as part of the journey rather than just at the destination.

Owning your progress

We often talk about owning our failures and the learning that results from them. We don’t talk so much about owning our successes. Now, I suspect that some of this is down to imposter syndrome, and the stories we tell ourselves that our successes are down to luck and is ephemeral, whereas our failures are somehow much more real rooted in truth.

The thing is, if we are going to ‘own it’ we need to own ALL of it, the good and the bad. Your progress is yours alone, you are responsible for the things that don’t go well, but the flip side of that is that you also get to claim responsibility for the times when they do. Own it, celebrate it, for once let taking responsibility not be a burden but an act of celebration and joy. Otherwise, you may find that there are plenty of people out there who may take ownership of the good on your behalf.

Enjoy the moment

The other thing about taking ownership is that you should use it to buy you time to reflect and enjoy the moment. Trust me, if you rush through it, always onto the next thing, you’ll reach your destination, only to be aware that the journey has been a blur, and wishing you’d savoured it more. I was in such a rush to ‘get things done’ that I never stopped after one thing before leaping head first into another. In hindsight, that meant it took me longer to learn key lessons. It took me longer to see where I sat within the big picture. It meant I missed out on sharing my successes with those who had contributed or given up a lot to enable them to happen.

Celebrations are not just about you. They are an opportunity for you to give back and acknowledge the input and impact of others. By choosing not to celebrate, we also steal an opportunity away that could be used to thank and recognise colleagues, friends, and family, without whom none of this stuff would happen.

Extrinsic vs intrinsic recognition of success

One of the reasons I’ve written about owning my success is because this is a real work in progress area for me. Success and reasons to celebrate come in all shapes and sizes. I have gotten into the habit of needing external validation, prizes and the like, in order to measure how well I’m doing. These are lovely, but there are some problems with using this as a yardstick. Firstly, how many prizes and awards can you realistically actually win across your career, and are you suddenly worthless when they become unavailable? The other issue is that if we need others to tell us our value, rather than being able to see it in ourselves, you are are constantly in a vulnerable position, especially with people who would use that requirement against you. It is a necessary step in growth to be able to see that we have intrinsic value and to celebrate that, rather than relying on others to see our worth.

Integrate all the versions of yourself

One of the other big challenges I wrestle with is whether it is OK to be seen to celebrate. Is it boastful? Is it narcissistic? Does it end in arrogance? Here is where I have landed in my thinking. It is not a bad thing to share and celebrate your successes, as long as you also share and discuss the learning from your failures. Those people who only shout about the triumphs are within their rights to do so, but I think those shouts are much more meaningful if you’ve also journeyed with them through the failures it took to get to that success.

The other thing I’ve decided is that it is important to celebrate throughout all the aspects of who I am. I am a scientist, IPC professional, and academic, but I am also a wife, a daughter, an aspiring creative, and sister. Therefore, I want to show the depth of all of that when I celebrate and acknowledge the roles and importance of people across those aspects when the good things happen. It takes a village after all.

Understand the power of being seen

Having struggled with the whole celebration thing for some time, I have also come to realise something else. I celebrate not only to share success and say thank you to those who have helped but also to be visible to others that those attainments are possible. I know I say this a lot, but you can’t be what you can’t see. If you don’t know that a route is open to you, it is much harder to aspire to achieve it. If you only see medical colleagues winning a certain award, you may not think that you could get there as a scientist. We break new ground to make it easier for those who follow, but if no one knows about it, we are not fully completing the job. You never know who may see that tweet, read that blog post, or listen to a podcast. You may never meet or know the people you inspire, but by sharing and being visible, you will be inspiring someone, so don’t be afraid to be seen.

Let no one steal your joy

You will encounter people who will try to mute your celebrations, who attempt to steal your joy. I have been told my success makes other people feel uncomfortable. I know there is sometimes eye rolling at my social media presence. The thing is, that aspect will always be there, whether you celebrate or not. Whether you talk about it or not. Those comments and those people don’t go away. You do, however, have the power to decide how much they influence your decision-making. To decide how much power they have over you. How much right they have to stop the work you are doing or to dampen all the reasons I’ve written about that you should celebrate and be seen to do so. You can’t control the reactions of others, but you can control how they affect you.

Share and amplify the celebrations of others

Finally, celebration is not just about you. To really embrace the art of celebration, we need to see it as the gift it is. We need to amplify the celebration of others! When you hear of good things happening, buy that card or bottle of fizz to support the person who may be struggling to feel they can celebrate. When you see a social media post, share it and comment on it. Let the person know how happy you are for them and help to get the word out. Be genuinely happy, rather than challenged, by the success you see all around you. People are showing you what can be achieved, and you are inspiring others. Let’s truly be a community that values and celebrates success, not just our own but of everyone.

All opinions in this blog are my own

Methods for Dealing with Rejection: Remembering there is a difference between ‘that wasn’t for me/us’ and ‘oh that’s bad’

Rejection and my ability to deal with it have been on my mind a lot lately. This is because I finally got over myself and started submitting a book proposal linked to this blog and feel like I’ve now become the Bridget Jones of the submission world, overly obsessed with approval and external validation. The thing is only 1 – 2% of books get picked up, which shocked me as it’s even worse than the success for grants, which is about 20%. However, having lived in an academic world filled with rejection for almost 20 years now, it is not like rejection is new to me.

I blogged a bit about the idea of writing a book when I first started playing with the idea, but it’s been a while, and it’s hopefully progressed on a bit. I ummmm’d and ahhhhh’d about keeping the details of this phase to myself, as there is a literal 99% chance of failure, but that doesn’t really align to my values.  It’s also caused me to actively reflect on rejection and how I manage it. As rejection is prominent across all areas of science (and life), I hope by talking about my tips for dealing with it, that I can share my learning and support others who may be going through similar things, whatever the source of the rejection.

Acknowledge that failure/rejection hurts and that’s OK

Let’s start by being honest. Failure hurts. It does. There’s no way around it. If it didn’t hurt, so many of us wouldn’t fear it so much. I have begun to think, however, that the reason it hurts as much as it does is because it forces us to have a look in the mirror and reassess, often with increased clarity. It forces introspection upon us, and that can be a challenging thing.

Failure is inevitable however, it’s a key part of the learning process, and the sooner we embrace that inevitability, the better placed we will be to deal with it when it arrives. Developing coping strategies and knowing yourself enough to manage your response is key. For instance, I have 2 key methods. First, I never only have a single plan. Therefore, if grant A is rejected, I will always have hope that grant B is still making its way through the system. Not having all my eggs in one basket keeps me sane. Second, I allow myself an indulgent 48 hour grieving period for failure. I allow myself to feel, to feel disappointed, to move through the self critical emotions without further self critique by forcing denial. 48 hours. That’s it. After that, I move to a more forward focused place. What’s next? What have I learnt? If I try this without the grieving period, I carry it with me, so I’ve learnt I need to move through the emotional aspects before my logical brain can kick in.

Find your support

As I’ve said, failure and rejection hurt, and like other forms of emotional trauma, your recovery is quicker with friends. From going out for cocktails during a breakup, to tea and cake when a paper is rejected, support is key. During the 48 hour grieving period, I may quite frankly need some bitching time. Some time to make the rejection about ‘the system’ rather than myself, to move towards depersonalising the failure. I may also need someone who can point out that the failure is definitely not as bad as it first appears and that the world is, in fact, not actually ending.

Put it into context

The reason the 48-hour grieving period is key for me is because all failure and rejection come with learning opportunities. The challenge is to get to the point where you can make the most of these. For me, I have to move from an emotional headspace to a growth mindset that’s more based in logic in order for this to happen. My emotions and passion drive my creativity, but when out of control, they act as barriers to seeing the big picture and where the learning lies.

Once I’m in a place where I can undertake a true review, there’s always something I can learn. Be that based on feedback I’ve received, be that based on how I’ve handled either the initial experience or my response to it, or the onboarding of more knowledge linked to the strategic landscape which will enable me to do better next time. Being open to this learning is what moves failure iteratively towards success, and if we don’t find a way to engage with it, we’re just doomed to repeat the outcome.

Evaluate when a ‘no’ is a ‘not for us’ – taking yourself out of the mix

Context is key. Without it, you can’t truly get to a place where you can understand feedback. There is, for instance, a big difference between a no and a not for us. I mean, I know the outcome is the same, but the process of moving forward is different. If something is ‘not for us’ it feels different. A flat ‘no’ can feel like a value judgement. It can feel like the idea/work is bad. A ‘not for us’ doesn’t feel the same. It means that the drivers and vision of the people who are assessing don’t align with your proposal. There are always more people, though. There are always other visions, and so this type of rejection is actually an opportunity, an opportunity to find someone who better aligns with where you want to be. I find one crushes my dream, the other opens a different set of doors.

Focus on what you can control

So much of the scientific and writing process ends in a place where we are not fully in control of the outcomes. That said, in the process, there is so much that you can control. You can control your approach, who you are submitting to, what your aspirations for the work are, and how you balance that with other pieces of work that you have in process. I find I need to trick my brain so that when I have something that has reached the part of the process that I have little or no control over, I am still working on another piece of work where I am still in control of the process, be that a paper, grant, blog post etc. This helps to stop me spiralling and obsessing about something I can no longer influence.

Have a plan A, B, and C

One of the key ways I’ve developed to maintain a sense of control is to understand there is never a single route to getting things done. There are always multiple ways to approach any aspiration and once you acknowledge this, you can make sure you include some of these alternatives in your planning.

The other component of this is to make sure that ‘the plan’ is rooted in realism, in both approach and time scale. There is nothing more disheartening than having a plan/approach that fails due to a lack of research/understanding. This is where your baseline skills as a researcher will come into their own. No matter the task, take the time to familiarise yourself with the barriers and options to ensure your plan is up to scratch.

Take inspiration from those who have succeeded

Big steps take time, and how you feel during this period is rarely static. There are times when I will love a paper, feel completely prepared for an exam, or feel like my dream could be a reality. Then, there are moments when I hate everything I’ve done and question why I thought I could ‘do it’.

At times like these, it’s worth looking to others for inspiration. For instance, Professor Julia Lockheart and Professor Mark Blagrove from DreamsID (https://dreamsid.com/index.html) invited me to their book launch earlier this year. Seeing their dreams made real was really inspiring and provided an extra push to just get on with following my own. When everything feels too far from reality, look to those who can demonstrate the outcome you are aspiring for.

When it’s all too much focus on associated goals

Sometimes, the dream itself is not enough. Running head-on at goal can, at times, be both painful and exhausting. When this becomes overwhelming, it’s sometimes better to choose to come at things sideways or progress associated goals for a while. For instance, if that paper has been rejected for the 4th time, it might be time to write a blog post on it and use that as a different opportunity to think about the core message.

This can be a really useful approach for the lulls that will inevitably occur, either because you’re waiting on responses or because you have to build yourself up to try again. These periods can feel like ‘dead time’, and trying to make more direct progress can just leave you feeling despondent. Understanding this and knowing how you can keep going in a different way helps.

Press the reset button – Decide whether it’s worth the pain – Return to your why

Despite all of these thoughts about how to manage rejection and carry on, I want to make clear that it is also OK to think about quitting. This sounds a bit strange doesn’t it, after all, in science we don’t quit. Except we do. Part of our growth is being able to reexamine our work, be that an experiment, paper, or project in light of new information. When you get rejections, then it is important to decide whether someone has spotted a fundamental flaw that you just can’t fix or takes the work in a direction you just don’t want to follow. This isn’t encouragement to throw the baby out with the bath water, but an acknowledgement that there are times when the right decision is to pause or discard a piece of work and that it’s important to acknowledge that as part of our processing.

Evaluate progress made

Once you’ve decided that you are still invested or that the piece of work you are doing still has value, to you or others, then it’s important to remind yourself of how far you’ve come. It will always be further than you think. This is easier if you had a plan when starting out, but even if not, you can spend 10 minutes just listing all the steps you have proactively taken in moving towards your goal. Listing your rejections and the learning from them is a key part of this evaluation process. Putting everything down in one place may enable you to see opportunities you might have missed or help develop your plan B and C options further. I would advocate doing this regularly, even in the absence of rejections, but it can be a particularly useful re-centering process when things feel hard.

Understand that the only way is through

Finally, if you’ve decided that what you are undertaking still matches your why, and that it is not flawed enough to walk away from, the only thing to do is JFDI (just f**king do it). Keep the faith, both in the work and yourself, and go all in despite how hard it can feel. Have a plan and take a single step at a time, until, before you know it, you’ve reached your destination. Anything worthwhile is worth the effort, and future you will thank past you for your persistence and determination. Have a hard conversation with yourself, and just keep going.

All opinions in this blog are my own

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A Thank You Shout Out to the Enablers: The people who help get things done but are often invisible

The Environment Network ran its 7th annual event last week, and it got me thinking. Thinking about all the people it takes to make such a thing happen. All the people that give of their time freely to enable a concept come to fruition. We all know these people. They are often not the ones who stand at the front of the room opening the day, being ‘the face’. They are the cheerleaders, the ones who print and stuff name badges. The ones who, outside of events, see what’s proposed and jump on board to help break down barriers. The ones who say ‘We can’ instead of of ‘We can’t’. Also, having shared the first chapter of my book earlier this week, I really wanted to write a post dedicated to thanking those who always get on board my crazy idea train to help it reach its destination, not for the glory or the visibility, but because they see the value in the journey.

It’s also my birthday week and here is the birthday present of all my favourite things my fabulous team gave me – Isn’t it awesome!

Thank you to those that inspire

I think there are so many people out there who inspire me and inspire others and don’t really even know it. People who just think they are doing their jobs, or their ‘thing’, who don’t see it as special. I really want to start naming people throughout this post, but if I did, I think it would be thousands of names, and most of you won’t know who they are. Instead, I’m going to make a vow to tell people instead of just thinking it.

These people inspire me to do better, to think outside the box, to keep going when things are tough, and remind me of my values and my why. Creativity of approach needs inspiration, and there are so many of you that I am grateful to.

Thank you to those that facilitate

Big ideas come often come with big price tags, be that in time or money. I don’t have either of those things in abundance and so this is a big one for me. So many people come together to make these big ideas come about by giving of their time freely, or much cheaper than they would charge otherwise, just so that those ideas can turn into a reality. You won’t know these people who spend hours printing and prepping, booking train tickets, hotels, or chasing consumables or organising actors, but none of this would happen without them. They are the people who really make stuff happen but don’t get the spotlight. These people deserve it all and rarely get any recognition. I see you all, and I am so thankful. I know how much I get to realise my dreams because of the work you do.

Thank you to those who keep the rest of the world turning

Whilst I am off ‘swanning about’ teaching or at meetings, trying to change the way we do things now, I want to give a thank you shout out to those who keep ‘the now’ working. I recognise my ‘head in the clouds’ thinking can be challenging to the people invested in the day to day. So I want to recognise everyone whose hard work means that I can do what I do and thank you for your patience. Especially those who are so open in their support of why I do it and give me permission to keep being me. I’m not sure gratitude is enough, but it’s a place to start.

Thank you to those who don’t come with a price

So much comes with a price, fact of life. This thank you goes out to all those whose view of life is not transactional, the people who don’t say ‘I will do X for you if you do Y for me’. There’s nothing wrong with that transactional life view. It’s often the price of getting things done. I do have a special place in my heart though for people who build relationships and know that all things come right in the end and therefore aren’t interested in the quid pro quo. The people who grow over time to feel more like friends and family than colleagues. You guys are always there, I hope you will always get more than you give, and I can’t wait to get to spend decades in your company and shout your praises.

Thank you to those who believe

Big dreams require leaps of faith. Now, the process is often a lonely one, but it is made less so when you are surrounded by those who buy into those dreams, not because they have evidence that you can achieve them, but purely on the basis that they have faith in you. It is easy to see the barriers. It is so easy to criticise and say that some dreams are unattainable. I want to say thank you to all those people who see that supporting one another’s dreams comes at no cost to the individual. To those who see the vision, even before it’s well enough developed to be articulated elegantly. To those who share the joy of exploring the possible. Thank you.

Thank you to those who defend

As I’ve said following a dream, sharing a vision, can be a really vulnerable place to be, as you are sharing a piece of who you truly are. Criticism or minimising of that vision can therefore really hurt and feel super personal. That said, it’s probably a key part of refining what that dream actually is. It may be that crucible is in fact necessary. That said, this one goes out to those who defend the dreamers, who defend their right to aspire, to live with their heads in the clouds. These wonderful people often go unseen, as defending often happens when the dreamer isn’t present, but we all know it happens. I may not hear the words, but I know you exist, and I have so much gratitude to all of the shielding that goes on behind closed doors.

Thank you to those who put me back together

Finally, and this is a big one, I want to thank those who put my broken pieces back together when the criticism lands, when the failures occur, when reality hits. Those who persuade me that being me is valuable, that the dream is still worth the cost, that no matter what it feels like in the moment I still have value and it’s worth perseverance. I am a drama queen with few equals, and a fragility to match. The patience with which you put up with me is beyond measure and my gratitude struggles to match your generosity. True friendship is seeing someone broken and managing the sight of it without judgement, only love, and I have so much love for you all in return. You are the best of us, thank you.

All opinions in this blog are my own

An Unexpected Journey: My foray into writing a non-fiction book, all constructive feedback appreciated

In January 2022 I posted about a secret ambition I had, to turn the Girlymicro blog into a book. Now it’s taken a while and and I finally have the first 2 chapters and a non-fiction proposal put together. I thought as I start to send it out I would also share chapter 1 here as a way of owning my journey and showing progress.

I became a scientist because science is embedded in all of our lives, in every act we undertake, from vaccinating our kids to driving a car to work. Despite this, the people who undertake scientific work, the scientists, are often seen as remote or ‘other’. If you watch TV or movies, scientists are either the villains or super smart people who live anything but normal lives. This situation has only been amplified during the pandemic, where public disagreements amongst scientists has demonstrated that science is anything but black and white, and has made it possible for increasing amounts of disinformation and medical anxiety to spread.

At a time, post pandemic, when science, especially infection science, has become more prominent than ever before and yet somehow has also become more veiled by commentary linked to politics and the media. Scientists have never been more significant, yet paradoxically they are seen less as people than ever before. I want to lift the veil shrouding what it is like to work in science and how to become a scientist. This book, linked to the Girlymicrobiologist blog, aims to share the highs, lows and frankly weird aspects of working as a Healthcare Scientist in the NHS and what it is like to be a female leader in the modern workplace. It will talk about what it is like to be a normal girl, with normal grades who ends up advising nationally during a global crisis. How she got there, stayed there and managed to maintain her sanity and sense of self whilst doing so.


Chapter 1: It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times

On the 13th February 2020 (roughly a month before we went into lock down) I posted the below on my personal Facebook page:

“As Coronavirus progresses and makes (what most of us feel) is a slow and inevitable move towards being a pandemic, it’s weird how different it feels from the other times I’ve been here.

This will be my third pandemic. The first was swine flu in 2009. There, we had treatment options, we knew that some of our drugs worked and that a vaccine could be developed. Middle Eastern Coronavirus (MERS) has been grumbling on for years, but although we get query cases and the individual patient impacts are great, it’d always been too virulent to really establish itself in widespread transmission. Now we have SARS CoV2 (COVID-19 is the clinical condition). The characteristics of an influenza outbreak are well documented and so can, to an extent, be predicted. That isn’t what we have now.

Most pandemic plans focus on mortality but now it’s the mass disruption that is likely to be the issue. Individual mortality impact is likely to be slight but we may still be removing 30% of our working population for 14 days. That will impact travel, infrastructure and healthcare. A vaccine is going to be difficult to develop and we don’t know yet what drug combinations will work, if any. Most people will be mildly unwell (still feel rotten but not hospital sick). So, from an individual standpoint there is no need to panic. From an organisational standpoint it feels unprecedented.

As we’ve seen nothing like this before it’s unpredictable. I’ve had three requests to go on ITN to talk about it but I’ve declined as I have no evidence to present. This is a slow burn that now looks unlikely to fizzle but how things will transpire is far from certain.”


When asked by a friend what would happen if it became a pandemic, I replied that it would take 2 – 3 years for us to find a new normal. Looking back on it today, over 3 years later, it’s strange to think of the things I had right, and the all the things that I could never even have imagined, after all we were in territory that no working scientist has ever experienced. In all honesty I had no idea what surviving for that long in Infection Prevention and Control (IPC) would look like or the personal impact it would have.

So who am I? I’m Elaine, a girl from Birmingham who went to state school, wanted to win an Oscar, always asked a few too many questions for the comfort of her teachers, and ended up working as a scientist. I’ve worked in healthcare for over 18 years, almost all of them in Infection Prevention and Control, although the Prevention part was only added about 10 years ago. Thanks to IPC I’ve presented all over the world, published papers, worked on national guidance to improve patient care and been fortunate enough to be awarded a New Year’s Honour for services to healthcare. But by far the most important part of all of this is the work is that I’ve done with and for my patients.

You may ask what is it that a scientist actually does with patients? For many years my friends and family have asked the same question. Surely scientists sit in laboratories in universities and not in hospitals? I am what is known as a Healthcare Scientist. I’ve spent all my working life in hospitals supporting not only the diagnosis of what is making people unwell but also, in recent years, managing patients and supporting treatment decisions. Scientists practice within practically all the different parts of a hospital; in imaging (X-rays, CT’s), in checking heart, lung and brain functions, in decontamination, to ensure that surgery is safety carried out, as well as in laboratories working with patient specimens. They are involved in making over 80% of the patient diagnoses that happen in the NHS and so if you are ever unwell and need someone to find out what’s wrong with you, or part of you via a specimen, you will almost certainly encounter a scientist along the way.

I probably don’t look like anyone’s idea of a scientist, I hardly ever wear a white coat, I am also female, short, and wear pink and purple as some of my favourite colours. I spend most of my time these days working directly to support patients, families and the healthcare professionals who are looking after them in order to try to reduce infection risk whilst they are staying with us. I don’t sit around listening to Opera like scientists do on TV, I also don’t know everything scientific from Wikipedia by heart. Instead, I like watching movies, reading mystery books and enjoy my fair share of trashy TV. What I do know is how to find information, hold it all up against each other for comparison and look for themes and ask questions, after all, science is more about asking questions and looking for answers than spouting truths.

In many ways this is why the pandemic has been challenging for science and scientists, if you watch any of us on TV and in the movies, we’re there to give answers, not to explore questions. Therefore, in times of stress and challenge, like the pandemic, the public want us to be the people that give them those answers, the solutions, the ‘fix’ to the problem. As a scientist who works to diagnose and help patient management, I am much more comfortable with this than many of my colleagues; it still doesn’t make me able to answer in absolutes.

As January 2020 had moved into February and more information became available I had already ordered spare pyjamas, phone chargers and everything else I think I might need for an unexpected hospital stay, not because I was concerned about being admitted but because part of me thought that I wouldn’t know if there would be nights when I just needed to sleep in my office, so I put together a grab bag for under my desk and tried to prepare for what might be about to happen. A friend sent me a blanket to keep under my desk. One of the things I always do is run scenarios in my mind, trying to work out what eventualities might unfold, trying to picture various events in order to make sure I am as prepared as possible, both mentally and in terms of what I need to deal with what’s in front of me. Despite that nothing could really prepared me for how things were about to unfold.

It’s a strange thing to think back to that time, now when in many ways I’m exhausted and broken by it. Although it was filled with a level of fear, I’m not sure that I was actually afraid, at least not at the start. There was a sense of knowing that something was coming in a way that others didn’t truly appreciate as I’d been seeing various reports coming out of China since December 2019. There was also a sense of anticipation, a sense that I had spent years training for this. You don’t get into IPC (weirdly) if you don’t like decision making during uncertainty but that often clashes me being more than a little bit obsessed with control. I am both risk averse and excited by the unknown, it’s why I like research, as you always feels like you’re a bit of an explorer. It also felt strangely nice to suddenly be on everyone’s friend list, suddenly people cared what I did for a living. Suddenly we weren’t the nerd squad or health police, we were the people who everyone wanted to involve and ask our opinion. For once it felt like we mattered. This probably sounds strange if you don’t work in healthcare, but it took me over 13 years to get a full-time funded post because no matter how much everyone acknowledges that IPC is important, it’s also not sexy in terms of attracting funding. I’m not separating conjoined twins and being filmed by the BBC, I’m not undertaking the first face transplant, I’m doing the necessary things to keep people safe and hand hygiene is not going to be on the 9 o’clock news – at least not pre pandemic.

At the start of February although things were ramping up it was still within the realms clinically of what I’d experienced during other pandemics. There was the rush to work out if we could develop and validate a test in a matter of days rather than a matter of months. There was dashing about to meeting after meeting working out what systems we had in place to identify patients, were we asking the right travel questions, was there a symptom list we needed to be ticking off. Then there were all the questions about what to do with staff, our staff tend to be one of the biggest routes of exposure to patients when things start, because they are the ones who are going out and about in the world, whereas our patients are often longer term and staying on site. The changes began to come rapidly.

Working as I do, you have friends and contacts working all over the world and the reports started coming back from other countries who were ahead of us in terms of case numbers, and none of the information we were getting was good. The number of clinical cases was in line with our fears, making us reflect on how this might outstrip our capacity, even if in the majority the severity was not that high. The thing you have to remember is that healthcare runs close to capacity all the time, we don’t have lots of spare beds and even if we do you have to have minimum numbers of healthcare workers to man those beds. It is usually not the physical number of beds that is the limiting factor, it is the number of nurses needed to open those beds.

The number of patients that a nurse can cover for a shift is based on something called acuity, if a patient is an Intensive Therapy Unit (ITU) patient they would normally have 1:1 nursing, if the patients are less unwell a single nurse may care for 4 patients. Nursing numbers are based on standard acuity, if suddenly your ward is full with higher acuity patients you can’t magic the extra nurses you need out of thin air. In my world, the world of children and young peoples’ healthcare, then staff numbers are even more important. We have young babies that not only need healthcare, but they also need to be held and played with, they are developing not just physically but socially and that is also a caring responsibility. We knew therefore that staffing was going to be our biggest challenge. Not only that but for children there was just so much more about the virus that was unknown, as so many of the cases had been in adults. Viruses rarely behave the same across age groups, it was hard therefore to predict whether this particular virus was going to be more or less severe in children, we just didn’t have the information. This is important as there are actually very few paediatric beds in the country, especially paediatric intensive care beds. We’ll talk about why children aren’t just small adults more later but even from a basic perspective, kids are different, you need different beds, you need different sizes of needles, tubed and other equipment, and so you can’t just switch an adult bed. So, for our hospital and my team, this was going to be a big challenge.

Trying to find a way to test staff and patients became crucial, we were still in winter after all, and so many other respiratory viruses were still circulating. It’s probably worth talking a little bit about how test development normally works. First, to detect a virus by polymerase chain reaction, more commonly known as PCR, you need to know what the genetic code of that virus is. This was tricky as although the labs in China were sequencing the virus, they also had quite a lot of their own sickness and their own demands to manage. In the early days we were all desperately reaching out to our colleagues, contacts and networks trying to get hold of the viral sequence, the chain of A, T, C and G’s that would allow us to start testing and finding out what was happening in our staff and patients. Once you have the sequence you then design what are known as ‘primers’ – complementary pieces of DNA that will bind onto your unique target and permit you to then replicate or amplify your viral target so you can detect if it’s there, even in low levels. Even this was different compared to normal, as there are only a few companies and manufacturing facilities that could make them, and suddenly everyone across the country wanted them at the same time. There were many late night phone calls and chasing emails just to make sure that your order would be delivered. You would have thought therefore that this was the most complicated bit, this in itself would normally take several months to design and then make sure that it worked efficiently. For SARS CoV2 however we managed this part in under a week, which required so many people to pull together.

The challenge was made harder as you need positive material in order to be able to both validate (check it works) and to act as a control (ensure it is still working) every time you run the test. We had a test (sometimes called an assay) but in February we just didn’t have any control material, we knew it worked in principle but sadly you don’t know the assay really works until you start getting positives and you can’t get positives until you have an assay that works. We are so lucky in the UK to have amazing scientists who stepped up and worked with international colleagues to be able to get us the material we needed to be able to start testing locally. Over 3 years on, the idea of not having any virus available seems bitterly laughable, as I now have freezers full, but back then it was a real barrier to getting everything up and running. Ironically, in the early days of the pandemic, we needed more people to be getting sick and having positive tests before we could get access to enough virus to be sure our testing worked, never mind getting enough information to help with the still distant possibility of vaccine development.

There’s probably something I should mention here, I have a history of not dealing with viruses well, especially respiratory viruses. I’ve been hospitalised on a number of occasions, and I spend every winter basically moving from one illness to the next. The irony of working in IPC and yet physically not being able to manage my own infections is not lost on me. I also have family with autoimmune conditions which mean they also don’t respond well to infection. As the situation progressed in Spring 2020, therefore there was another layer to how I was feeling about the information I was seeing and what I was dealing with. I began to lose the differentiation between the Dr and the person. Usually when I am dealing with incidents at work you are able to walk away. No matter how bad the day is, no matter what you have dealt with, you can walk away and go home put on a movie, snuggle down with a cup of tea or a martini and switch off. This wasn’t like that. I was working in an environment that potentially put me at higher risk of exposure and then carrying that risk home with me to someone who could be potentially significantly harmed by it.

Not only that but having been ventilated due to a respiratory virus previously I knew that every day I was rolling the dice with my own personal health and well being. There was no separation of identities, I eventually just became Dr Cloutman-Green all the time. It was the only way to control the fear and to be honest it was all anyone wanted to speak to anyway. Friend, family, they all wanted to have the latest updates and the latest advice and so the only conversations became about SARS CoV2. There was no switching off, there was no stepping away, there was only the pandemic, decision making and risk control.

By the time we reached the 20th March 2020 the situation had become real enough that I wrote and sent a Letter of Intent, in lieu of a will to a couple of my friends to hold in case anything were to happen to me. I wish I could say that in hindsight I felt that had been an unnecessary step but between then and October 2020 too many people I knew and some I cared for deeply died and so it was probably one of the most sensible moves I made. From March onwards there was definitely a sense of change, a growing understanding of what was now on our doorstep and how life would be forever changed.

People fall into 2 main camps when reacting to scenarios like this, where it’s becoming apparent that significant change is afoot, one camp fall into complete denial and the other immediately believe the world is going to end and everyone will die. The reality of this scenario, like so many others, is that the truth is somewhere in-between. Working in IPC is about being comfortable living in the grey and working with ever changing information. That’s not a place that many people feel comfortable. I became increasingly aware that we were very bad at communicating and educating about what being in this place of shifting sands means.

Messages from the government and media are all about communicating with certainty and reassurance. Is it any wonder therefore that people lose faith if they are told that something is definitely A on day one and then on day 7 they are told that it definitely B instead, with little or no explanation about how that shift occurs? I am often not the media’s favourite guest as they want to talk about a topic they have chosen and the answer must be yes or no. This was very much the case during this stage of the pandemic. People were scared and the media and other sources wanted to respond to that fear by giving certainty, but frankly there wasn’t any. Instead of having the more complex conversation, instead of trying to educate and support the public so that they had the skills to assess the information that was coming out, everything was simplified into single issues that could be communicated with a 30 second sound bite.

I felt it was increasingly important to step up to the plate (see, I can even sports metaphor) and do my bit to ensure that the science and information being communicated was as accurate and balanced as possible. I’ve spent years going into schools, universities and different public forums to talk about healthcare science and IPC but this was something really different. There was so much need from the public but there was also a lot of political implication and the media and others had interest in telling particular aspects or taking particular approaches. It was therefore quite a scary thing in terms of putting your head above the parapet in case there was a backlash, either personal or professional. As a scientist it was also very challenging, as you can see from my Facebook post I was in a scenario where every day we were learning, every day the information was changing and the guidance was evolving. Normally when I offer expertise it’s because of precisely that, I have knowledge and expertise. In 2020 none of us had the clinical expertise to provide the full picture, what was often asked was that you be a source of comfort and definite answers in a world where everything was changing rapidly. Something that in good conscience I couldn’t provide, all I could do was tell it how it was at the moment I was on the radio/in front of a camera.

I had gradually moved from the person who posted in January, saying I wouldn’t speak to the media as I had no evidence, to the person in March onwards who felt obliged to talk to the media precisely because we had no evidence. At this point in time there were so many academics who had never worked in clinical labs or in hospitals sitting in studios and talking to the public about how they saw the world. Sadly, this was often in a way that wasn’t really reflective of what was going on or even helpful. I remember very clearly sitting in a studio for Saturday morning radio with LBC trying to smile at my fellow expert whilst wearing enormous headphones that weighed down my head, feeling exhausted after weeks of extreme stress and very little sleep whilst he, an academic virologist, talked and talked about his book on viral pandemics and thinking ‘he has no idea what it’s like’. He hadn’t made the choice to continue going in and working despite personal risk and not knowing what would happen, he had never worked till the last tube was due to go because you can’t close down your computer and leave patients if everything hasn’t been done, and they certainly had no experience of trying to make diagnostic testing work in a lab that was already stretched to capacity when you can no longer order swabs or reagents as there is now a global shortage as suddenly everyone needs the same equipment to be able to test their patients. What they were interested in was selling a few more copies of their book and sounding smart for the clip that they could play to their colleague.

The reality for me was that every piece of information that got out there that wasn’t truly reflective of the situation, that drove people to their extremes made it more and more difficult for me to manage my day job. There were those people who reacted to fear by putting their head in the sand and dismissing all of the information coming out as inconsistent because it was ever changing and we weren’t putting it in context. The ones that listened to the commentary that said it was ‘just like flu’ and not a big deal. This meant that we had people who wouldn’t do what we were asking, who wouldn’t declare symptoms, who just didn’t want to know because they didn’t acknowledge the risks. The other side of that coin were the people who had been driven to the extreme by fear and believed that we weren’t doing enough or were hiding things from them because the situation was worse than was being communicated. These people were cancelling clinical appointments that were really needed because they weren’t convinced enough was being done, I even had staff doing things like buying and wearing disposable rain ponchos as they didn’t believe the personal protective equipment we were issuing was sufficient. Much of this was driven by the way information is communicated, but not just that, it was driven by the way we communicate about science. Instead of science and scientists being there to help people understand risk and supporting personal judgement by enabling conversations about different situations, having different solutions, both the way we educate and talk about science, leads us to being invited onto public platforms to give an answer, a one size fits all solution.

I did what I could to be the person who sat on shows, who posted on social media, who was present enough to say ‘these are the things you need to consider’ ‘these are your options based on your personal circumstances’ and most importantly to say ‘this is the situation as we know it today, but obviously we are finding out new information all the time and so it will change and be updated as we know more’. I became increasingly aware however that if I only communicated at the bequest of other people I would only have the opportunity to speak about the topic they gave to me to in a window they chose. It began to feel more and more important to have a route to speak to the public as openly and as directly as I could, in my voice, in something that was unedited and allowed them access to me as a person as well as a scientist, somewhere I could talk about the good, the bad and the ugly so that people saw the whole picture.

This wasn’t the first time I’d thought about having some way to talk science directly with anyone that was interested. On the 5th of December 2015, I’d started a blog, but after one post, abandoned for lack of time.

“Hello World

So, this is my first ever blog post. Bear with me as I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’m what is known as a Clinical Scientist and I work in Infection Control.”

I posted this just after I finished my PhD but it took a pandemic to enable me to see both the need and the requirement to find a place where I could use my own voice in my own way in order to talk directly to the public without being filtered by what someone else thought should be communicated.

Reviving it now was an act of self-preservation, although I didn’t really know how true this was at the time. I just knew that to get myself and my team through what lay ahead, I had to find a way to hang on to ‘me’. Thus, the Girlymicrobiologist blog was born… Little did I know that as Girlymicro – a blog I wrote that began as professional reflection on some of the technical aspects of working in science, like antimicrobial resistance – would soon grow to encompass…..Formula One, zombies, MeToo, women in science, the women who went before, and terrible personal grief. It would spawn an online community of followers, lead to performances in a zoology museum, the Wellcome Collection, online Stand-Up comedy nights, and the Bloomsbury Festival. It would enable conversations among Healthcare Scientists and the general public over vaccine development, risk assessment and my love of microbes, and incredibly I would receive a New Year’s Honour, a trip to Buckingham Palace in Queen Elizabeth’s final year and an invitation to the Coronation of King Charles III in the first year of his reign.

But all that was in the future. For now, there was the job.

It’s not just about hand washing!

What I do working in IPC is about balance of risk, not definites. It’s about risk assessment. If you stand in a room with a patient with X infection your chance of getting that infection from them is Y. If we do things like wear protective clothing, wash hands or give the patient treatment, the chance of you getting an infection drops. Those measures are always done in groups however and you rarely do any individual action i.e. introduce masks without introducing measures to control the other aspects of transmission. There aren’t studies therefore on what difference an individual measure does or does not make, it would be unethical to do them, I would never normally deliver a lower standard of protection in order to scientifically understand each of them better – my job is to protect everyone after all. So, when called to be on the news or radio and asked a yes or no question I am probably not going to be their favourite guest, as I will pull my favourite impersonation of any politician and try to answer the question with an answer that I want to give, often a story, rarely containing the words yes or no. Working in IPC means living in a world of grey rather than black and white.

So what is working in IPC actually like? Well, when I started working in IPC in 2007 I, like many people, believed that it was all about hand hygiene i.e. cleaning your hands with either alcohol gel or soap and water. Little did I know that it would include: monitoring ventilation and water sources, taking samples for things like chicken pox/measles and now SARS CoV2, laundry contracts, surgical instruments, food hygiene inspections, vaccination programmes, working with occupational health, pest control, Reindeer audits (more on that later) and so much more. Fundamentally, working in IPC is about stopping the spread (transmission) of infection. Sounds simple doesn’t it? Sadly it’s far from simple in practice, 10 plus years in and I’m still learning every single day even now. So why is it so complicated?

Firstly, it’s complicated as there are so many possible ways to become what we call colonised or infected. Colonisation is something seen mainly in bacteria as we need many of the bacteria that exist with us to live, either as they help us produce nutrients, or they occupy a niche that means they stop us being colonised with more pathogenic versions. If you are colonised this means you have an organism present, for example MRSA, but it isn’t currently causing you any harm. As humans we have bacteria present all over our bodies, many parts of our body aren’t sterile i.e. organism free. If you have an organism as part of what we call ‘normal flora’ present that would make an infection more difficult to manage. I will manage you differently as I want to make sure of two things, one that the organism you carry with you doesn’t spread to someone else and two that it doesn’t move from the site where it’s causing you no harm, such as in your nose, to somewhere else like a surgical wound where it could go on to develop as an infection that I would then need to treat and might make your hospital stay longer and mean you take longer to recover. As patients who are colonised have no symptoms we have to specifically search for these organisms, this is called surveillance and means that we might do things such as screening patients on admission in order to better understand their risks. This is different to SARS CoV2 where you don’t become colonised but there is an asymptomatic phase where you are infectious to others but have not yet developed symptoms. Infection on the other hand is where you have organisms present that result in symptoms, leading you to actually feel unwell. Infections therefore more frequently require some for of management, even if this is just taking on fluids and getting plenty of rest, compared to colonisation which doesn’t usually require any intervention.

Having said all of the above every person, every patient is different and therefore it’s crucial to remember that when judging risk and making management decisions. I for instance have been admitted as a patient myself numerous times as my immune system does not deal well with viruses, my risk from a respiratory virus is probably different therefore to that of my husband. Organisms are all around us but the risk they pose to patients is different depending on what is going on with them. A bacteria known as Pseudomonas aeruginosa is frequently found in water and we come into contact with it all the time without it doing us harm, but if you are a patient on a ventilator in a hospital I work really hard to make sure you aren’t exposed as it could get into your lungs and cause pneumonia. Infection risk therefore cannot be separated from people. People also behave in different ways that mean they are exposed to different types of risk, some people backpack through the Andes, some people keep exotic pets and others work in jobs like mine which mean that they may be more at risk of coming into contact with viruses and high risk organisms. Therefore, rather than my science and IPC being all about organisms it is in reality all about people and how they experience the world.

One thing to really bear in mind is that nothing is static, things change all the time. Pre the 1980s no one had heard of MRSA, in the 60s and 70s HIV didn’t exist, prior to the noughties we didn’t have the original SARS CoV and before the 2020’s SARS CoV2 didn’t have a name. Even since starting to write this book we’ve had another pandemic declared in the form of Monkey Pox, by the time this book is published Monkey Pox will likely no longer be the name of the virus. Organisms change, especially RNA viruses which are much more likely to mutate and alter. It’s not just that though, people change as well. When I started working in healthcare conditions that killed patients are now recoverable, genetic conditions are now picked up earlier by neonatal screening and we have new treatments coming online all the time. This means that we have a greater number of patients with chronic conditions that make them susceptible to things like infection not only surviving but being managed in the community rather than in hospitals. Therefore, the group impacted by things like SARS CoV2 is also larger.

Compared to previous global pandemics that everyone has quoted, such as the 1918 flu pandemic, the world is also a different place. We all travel much more than we once did, SARS CoV showed how quickly a virus could therefore move around the world if an outbreak occurs somewhere that has good transport links. Everyday all of us come into contact with large numbers of others. If like me you commute on the tube you will spend time with hundreds of strangers. That means that containment of transmission is very different from these early outbreaks, where individuals were much more likely to know who they had spent time with, concerts with 90,000 plus people are very much a feature of modern life rather than in the past. When the pandemic hit there wasn’t a handbook about how to manage it. I’d been part of plenty of table top exercises looking at how we’d manage a flu pandemic, but SARS CoV2 was different, we didn’t even have a name for the virus when it hit, let alone an idea of how it was transmitted or the best ways to stop it and treat it. We were learning every day, going back to first principles and making our best informed guess, all while the world looked on and judged how we did.

Another thing to remember is that no IPC intervention comes without cost, some financial but a lot of it in terms of individual cost for the sake of the wider good. If I place a patient in isolation in order to minimise their chance of transmitting to others there are consequences for them. Studies have shown that patients who are in isolation (put in single bedrooms) are more likely to experience drug or other errors in care, as there often is only a single member of staff looking after them and so there isn’t someone else present to double check decisions. I know, I know, I think that I would be thrilled to have my own room, the reality is though that if you are in hospital for a long time then having a room on your own can be quite literally an isolating experience. You may see very few other people at a time when you are in need of support and potentially distraction, this can lead to depression as other studies have shown. Even basic things like the requirement for enhanced cleaning can present a problem, this cleaning is easier if patients are on the end of surgical list, for example, this means that they are much more likely to get repeatedly cancelled as theatre list run over time. Impacting waiting times for surgery and over time on patient outcomes. Decision making in IPC is often a fine balance between protecting everyone whilst minimising the harm you could be doing to the individual patients, something that is hard enough when you have evidence and experience, but that’s even harder when you are going into something truly new and undefined.

The day to day of IPC feels like it is something that happened in another life a very long time ago, a new normal has taken over erasing much or what came before. By the time October 2020 rolled around I saw something that finally made me make the leap and start regularly posting on my blog, it made me realise that I needed to change the way that I was talking about the pandemic, COVID-19 and science in general and so I posted:

“This week I was going to post about Antimicrobial Resistance (AMR) as, in many ways, it has been quite a momentous week in my professional life and it all ties into AMR. I may still… but I wanted to raise something that has been playing on my mind this week in light of the social media reactions I’ve seen to the new COVID-19 (don’t call it a lockdown) tiers.


Let me say now that this isn’t a political post, purely one linked to reflections that have been triggered for me that are linked to some of the pitfalls of traditional communication, medicine and dissemination.

On Wednesday, I saw this tweet from YouGov (16:02 14/10/2020):

‘68% of Britons say they would support a two-week nation-wide ‘circuit breaker’ lockdown at the start of the school half term later this month’

The scientist in me responded with, ‘well of course’ and ‘surely people understand the ramifications for everyone if we don’t find working containment measures.

When I see posts like this, I usually scroll through the comments. I think it’s important to read what people are posting and see what the challenge is like, as it’s all too easy to see the world through the eyes of those in your bubble. Those people in similar situations to us, with similar views to us, who then use stats like this to reinforce the positions we already hold.

Then, as part of the comments, I saw this:

‘68% of people in secure jobs, WFH or on final salary pensions. Pathetic’ and ‘Nail on head. All these commentators, MP’s, scientists, professors, journos tec, not one of them worrying about how to pay their rent/mortgage, feed themselves/their kids, pay their council tax/leccy bill, pay for fuel/phone bill. Easy to call from your ivory tower innit’

My first reaction to this post was to blow out my cheeks and sigh. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few” and all that. That’s an economic problem that should be addressed, not an infection issue: think of the number of people who will die etc.

Then I stopped and realised there is truth to this

I do live in an Ivory Tower

Now that’s not to say that I am rich, and it’s not to say that my response to the poll is wrong. It is to say that we must reflect and admit the truth to ourselves. I can pay my mortgage. My job is not at risk (although my husband’s may well be). I can buy food and cover my bills. That gives me a privileged position where I can engage with and make decisions about how I feel about the science, the justification, and the way they are implemented. I don’t have to react from a place of worry and fear. That privilege means that I can digest information from a place of logic and not emotion. That privilege also means that I can lose perspective about how others may receive the same information and I certainly have to be aware of that privilege when it comes to judgement.”

From October 2020 onwards the Girlymicrobiologist blog became something that I not just used to communicate, but something that frankly I used to help me survive. It meant that I had a way of reflecting that made me better at my job. It helped me manage during the pandemic whilst I lost family members, whilst I lost colleagues and whilst I made the tough calls that at some points felt they would come every day and might never stop. It helped me have a voice when even friends decided to lash out against scientific advice and other family members were on social media breaking the very rules set out to protect them, whilst I lived in fear of what would happen if I got sick. More than all of that it also enabled me to find my joy when times were dark, to find the humorous side of some of the madness and to feel less alone by seeing the responses and the reads rack up. It really was the best of times when I saw how people came together to achieve what we had believed to be unmanageable.

IPC had found it’s place on the international stage and I had found my voice. I had no idea how important those things would be to surviving the next 2 years and how fragile they both were.


And that’s it. Chapter 1 is done. Chapter 2 and a full book submission are also done, and I’m slowly going to send it out to those who might be interested.

I am super happy to receive all constructive feedback and any thoughts about where I should think about sending it to……..or thoughts on self-publishing. If you think it’s dead in the water, you can also tell me this, but you must simultaneously send gin!

All opinions in this blog are my own

Molecular Diagnostics and Me: How can I learn more, and how can we utilise them better for patient management?

This year, I’ve jumped into entirely new territory. Myself and the Healthcare Science Education team at GOSH, part of our GOSH Learning Academy (GLA), have launched a one week course on how how to utilise molecular testing, polymerase chain reaction (PCR), molecular typing, and next generation sequencing, to impact patient care.

The course is Clinical Interpretation and Implementation of Microbiological Sequencing Techniques and was a project I was super excited about. It’s funded by Health Education England (as was) and is co-delivered with my professional body, the Association of Clinical Biochemistry and Laboratory Medicine (ACB).

What does the week look like?

The week itself is split into lectures that aim to inspire, sessions that give some information about the techniques themselves and their pros and cons, and finally, some workshops on how to implement them into clinical workstreams.

Each afternoon, there are a whole bunch of activities to help you put what you’ve heard in the morning into practice. If you attend the face to face week, there are also some great opportunities to learn from each other and build your networks, as these are done on rotating tables.

What to expect?

This course is aimed at the clinical decision part of the patient pathway, and focuses on ensuring that we pick the right test to answer the clinical question we are asking. You will get plenty of information therefore on how you should pick that test and why. This is a dry course (as in not lab based) though so won’t teach you the ‘how’ of doing molecular diagnostics. It focuses on the ‘why’ and the ‘when’. A week is also not enough time to teach bioinformatics, so this course won’t teach that. It will teach how to interpret some of the outputs to support better clinical decision-making.

How can I sign up?

Signing up is a two stage process. Firstly, you need to register an expression of interest, and then when allocated to a date, you can register. The course is entirely free and it would be lovely to see you.

There are two remaining dates:

  • 26-30 September 2023 – virtual setting – allocated 30 CPD credits
  • 20-24 November 2023 – in person at Goodenough College, London – allocated 45 CPD credits
  • The course has been accredited for CPD by the Royal College of Pathologists.

https://www.acb.org.uk/our-resources/news/new-course-whole-genome-sequencing-and-infection.html

What have I learnt?

This is my first time being involved in a project quite like this one, both in terms of the size of the education project, but also in terms of switching between delivery methods and some of the content development. I’ve learnt a lot, both as a scientist and someone interested in education, and as this is a Girlymicro blog after all, I thought I would share some of that learning.

The importance of a multi-disciplinary approach

The first thing, which I’ve always known but this has emphasised, is that we make better decisions as an MDT. Watching table discussions where there have been scientists, medics, and nurses working together and sharing their experiences has been so powerful. Those tables not only feel like they learn more from each other, but that they also make better collective decisions where many different aspects are taken into account. I think we all feel this is true of the conversations we have back in our work setting, but almost being able to compare mixed and non mixed tables in a controlled setting has made me even more certain of how important it is to foster back in my clinical space.

The importance of having the right people in the room

The importance of understanding roles and backgrounds extends not just into participants, but also to those delivering the sessions. I don’t think I’d realised how important having a mix of roles in that education space was. I knew you needed the educators who bring their pedagogical knowledge and some subject matter experts (SMEs) to deliver the content. What I hadn’t realised the value of quite as much is in having facilitation of tables by people who have experience of the area in order to support better discussions. Not necessarily full SMEs, but people who have an understanding of the science and processes to make better conversations. Facilitation within such a complex area requires some level of knowledge to make it work. You need the right mix of people who can challenge you and the content in order to make it better.

The importance of expectation management

I’m fairly used to delivering big projects, but this one has taught me a few new things. Firstly, it’s so important to manage expectations when learners sign up. The first run of the course we had, quite a few people were disappointed not to learn bioinformatics. Now, as someone who has been working in this area for over a decade, I know that I don’t know how to undertake bioinformatics. I’ve been on many a short course to learn and have picked up enough to ask questions, but that is all. If someone hasn’t had that experience they may think it is something we could teach in a few days, rather than coming into that space with the knowledge that it is a vast discipline where the process depends upon both the question and the input. We’ve been trying to better manage expectations around this one since the first run and to share that awareness from the outset.

The other aspect of this one for me, is always how interesting it is to manage a project that feels like it constantly evolving, as different people come on board and bring their own perspectives. This adds so much value, but as someone who likes a plan, the flexing can always feel challenging to me, and I just have to know that about myself in order to be better able to adapt in the moment.

The importance of listening and being open to change

One of the reasons there is so much change to embrace is because this kind of course, delivered in this way, hasn’t been done before. The power of listening, therefore, is so important. Are learners getting what they need to change practice? Are they getting what they expected? Are they getting what they want? This has made me so aware of the importance of evaluation, evaluation that is embedded throughout, not just at the end. By embedding throughout, you can fix or modify as you go in order to improve the quality of what you’re delivering, but also to make sure you are meeting needs or knowledge gaps you hadn’t anticipated. I think this is something that I want to do more in all of my teaching moving forward.

The other aspect to this was thinking about the differences required between digital and face to face delivery. Really being open to the challenge of delivering in a way I hadn’t really used for a course before, because there are so many reasons why having different delivery modes matters, for accessibility if nothing else. Ensuring that online delivery was tailored to make it suitable, whilst ensuring that the learning experience was of the same quality as that experienced by someone attending face to face in a classroom. I’ve learnt a lot.

The importance of sharing a vision

This last one is the reason I got involved to start with. I was really interested in what the  strategic vision was, in terms of where we want the workforce to be, in terms of SARS CoV2 legacy, in terms of technological change. Lots of conversations have been had in terms of what that vision might look like and what is needed to help support the Healthcare Science profession in order to deliver it. It was really interesting to be part of delivering something that helps explore some of those aspects but in very practical terms.

I don’t think anyone taught me how to write a business case, no one ever taught me how to design a lab, but these are key tools that may be needed to support delivery of that vision piece. We felt it was, therefore, really important to ground some of the aspirational sessions we were delivering by including some sessions on these skills and how to develop them. I had no idea how they’d land, but I think for some, they were probably the most valuable sessions of the week, and I’m strangely proud of what has ended up being produced.

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Clarity of Role and Its Impact: Why knowing and being clear about your professional boundaries matters

This one’s been on my mind for a while, and by posting it the aim is to explore my thinking, not to target anyone or any group. I’ve been seeing a lot of posts on twitter and having a lot of conversations about identity, especially in relation to professional identity, and so wanted to take this opportunity to reflect and process.

I’m going to start with myself based around a non-clinical example of what I’m talking about. I am a scientist who communicates. I am not a science communicator. It took me an age to really get the difference, but the difference is this………it’s about where my expertise lies. I hope that I happen to be a scientist who has some decent communication skills, and it is a subject that I am pretty passionate about. My qualifications and expertise, however, are in the science, that’s where I sat my exams, that’s where I have almost 20 years of practice.  My expertise is in science, not just that, but my real expertise is actually in quite a small subset of science. I took a zoology degree 20 years ago, but I am not a zoologist, that knowledge is old and only at undergraduate level. My expertise is probably in Infection Prevention and Control.

Now, if I were a science communicator, my expertise would be somewhere else. My skills would be around communicating science in general. Many science communicators haven’t worked in science for some time and some may only have undergraduate levels of science specific expertise. What they have, and I don’t, are qualifications and vast levels of experience in communication and pedagogy. These skills enable them to break down highly complex topics and also pitch in a way that I can only aspire to. They have significant levels of pedagogical skills that I can’t pick up by attending a couple of courses, just like they can’t pick up mine by attending a week long course on whole genome sequencing.

So, to me, the difference is where my expertise and knowledge lies. This doesn’t mean that I couldn’t transition from one to the other, but I have to acknowledge that I’d be moving from my area of expertise and therefore would need to rebuild both it and my qualifications to demonstrate skills within a different area. It would be a growth area rather than a straight transition.

OK but why does this matter?

I’ve been reflecting that we are definitely in a period of substantial change within the NHS and one that isn’t likely to stop any time soon. This means a lot of our pathways and traditional professional boundaries are changing with it. I think, in the end, that this can only be a really good thing. (Although I think if it is going to work it needs to be implemented across staff groups with no ivory tower protections). With this change comes fluidity and, because our pathways are embedded, change can occur before we have the processes to keep up.

During this period of change and recognition of different skills and pathways, for instance, the HSST, more Healthcare Scientists working in education, IPC becoming more interdisciplinary and the development of Clinical Academic pathways outside of medicine, clarity is key. I’ve been number one in a field of one when I didn’t know anyone else working as I did in IPC and it was a balancing act. I’ve been through people asking ‘are you one of the nurses’ and hanging up if you said no, but also I can’t claim to be a nurse. If we don’t understand our boundaries, it can be hard to be clear about them with others. If we can’t be clear about them with others, assumptions can occur about knowledge and skills that can lead to potentially dangerous practice or misleading those we’re interacting with. To me, it’s about owning your difference and being open to talking about the benefits it brings, whilst being very aware of when you should defer to someone else.

Labels not hierarchy

I guess what I’m talking about is actually the importance of labels. Now, this may seem a little ironic as I’m not a labels and silos kind of girl, but bear with me. The reason we use labels as human beings is that they enable a cognitive shortcut. One of the reasons that they can be bad is that they come with a bunch of assumed information that is not nuanced, and may in fact not be true. In the case of knowledge and professional roles, they come with an expectation that if you say you’re a virologist, you have a significant amount of knowledge about virology and virological processes. If you say you’re a consultant, you will be assumed to be practising at a certain level with certain qualifications behind you. These labels mean that when we interact, assumptions are made about our scope of practice based on an assumed level of knowledge or experience.

The problem with some of the developing pathways is that the information behind those labels is not yet established and embedded widely across the NHS or for the public we’re interacting with. The assumptions made linked to those labels may, therefore, be incorrect. Due to this it is really important to be clear about who we are, our experience, knowledge and boundaries, not because one label is better than the other, but to ensure that all involved have clarity in order to not increase risk. If you are in a new or developing area/role, the onus is therefore on you, to clearly communicate about you practice boundaries in the absence of a default label.

Asking, where is my expertise now?

Everyone wants to feel like they know what they are doing. Everyone likes it when someone comes to them and asks them to engage in events or answer questions due to perceived expertise. The problem comes when we respond to the request based on the pleasant feeling it creates without self-checking if we are the right people to undertake the task.

Obviously, the risks are not always the same and occur on a continuum. I’ve been asked to give talks on antimicrobial stewardship and have referred on to someone else as it was for a conference, and that’s not my area of study. If that request was to teach an undergraduate class, however, I have the knowledge base and experience to do so if there was no one better available. I would however be very open with the organiser that I might be better placed to speak on a different topic. Being clear about your boundaries in a clinical environment obviously holds much greater importance. I have FRCPath and used to regularly do ward rounds. Since the pandemic and moving entirely into IPC, I haven’t given clinical microbiology advice in the same way. This doesn’t mean I couldn’t run a round, but I would want to re-up my skills before I did so, there is a difference between what I could do on paper and what I would feel comfortable to do in practice.

When I interact with others or get requests, I always run a quick internal check with myself about whether I’m the best placed person to respond. There are tasks that are always best served by having input from multiple viewpoints and backgrounds, and these I will bring back so we can discuss them as a team. There are other things where I will refer to someone else specifically, as I know they have a greater understanding of that clinical practice. I’m aware that this all tied into our professional registration, but I am often slightly struck by how, when people are trying to define a new identity, they try to own the label they want before they have fully developed enough to go it solo. I think this is often the moment of greatest risk in any development pathway.

None of this is about restricting access

I want to be clear that I am truly excited by the change towards more dynamic progression in healthcare and recognition of the skills different professions bring to the mix. I do think that when you are already established within a profession, it can be challenging to go back to actively undertaking that gap analysis and flagging your difference all the time, especially when others don’t necessarily know what your role is or react negatively, as we are used to being the ones in the know. The thing is, the only way that you can establish the new pathway or role is to start the work but be mindful to continue to flag your scope/difference as needed. No one hangs up on me anymore when I say I’m not a nurse or a doctor. People have gotten used to it. They wouldn’t, however, if I’d not been open about it in order to engage with the conversation and just defaulted to their expectations.

It is easy to get drawn into the conversations with some conservative colleagues about whether this is the right direction for the NHS to go in and to feel defensive about it. I think that being willing to engage calmly in those conversations is part and parcel of being a pioneer. To see each conversation as a learning opportunity, both for yourself to communicate your role better and for the other person in terms of knowledge exchange. Change is unsettling, especially when it goes against traditional structures and hierarchies, and it will take time for people to adjust.

You can be passionate about something without being an expert in it

Finally, and just one side thought that is not related to clinical work as such. It is OK to have an interest in something and not be an expert in it. It is OK to say for me to say that I’m interested in science communication but not to claim expertise in it. It is OK to be an interested participant and to want to engage in an area because of the growth that engagement offers. You don’t have to enter every space wearing your expertise as a shield. It’s just worth being honest and open with yourself and others when you do it. Not claiming expertise will open doors to shared learning that you might not otherwise be able to access. We don’t always have to be the smartest person in the room. We should just should aim to be the most able to communicate our purpose and vision for being there.

All opinions in this blog are my own

Holding the Line: What it feels like to be seen as the ‘Big Bad I Said NO!’

When I was a kid there was a cartoon called Stoppit and Tidyup. It was a kids world where the baddy was the Big Bad I Said NO! This particular post was started during the pandemic when I was thinking about perceptions of the word NO but has kind of lingered as one of those things I wasn’t quite ready to get my head around. The last few weeks have kind of shown me it was still relevant outside of the pandemic however, and so this week I thought I would post about what it feels like to be seen as the gate keeper or to be the person who feels like they are holding the line. In essence, what it feels like to be the person who likes to be liked but who has, as an adult, turned into the villainous Big Bad I Said NO!

I have previously posted about the inevitability of not being liked by everyone, and the challenges of speaking truth to power. The thing that’s unique about becoming the Big Bad I Said No is that it can be a mask/hat/role that is needed in all kinds of settings, and the stakes can vary widely – anything from 1:1 relationships to impacting Trust or wider level decision making. It can therefore feel very stressful to manage, and that stress can be protracted when discussions and scenarios go on for months or longer. Having now spent some time thinking about this though, here are some of my thoughts on the how, whys, and inevitable consequences of saying NO.

Sometimes, it’s all in how you say the words

The word NO can feel pretty loaded. The very use of it often brings a feeling of judgement. Worst still, in a world where as leaders we should be trying to bring people with us, it is the ultimate reminder of hierarchy. As a leader, if I have to go there I will just saying NO can make me feel like a failure, as I feel I should have been able to find an alternate solution or compromise. Also, as a previous recipient of NO, it can make you feel powerless and lead to you questioning your understanding of your relationship or the organisational values.

It is crucial therefore, on both sides, to communicate more than just the NO. NO, without an understanding of the values and drivers that led to it can be pretty destructive. So it is important, although the temptation may be to drop the NO and get out of the room, that it comes with context to support the why.

Sometimes, you need to be direct

Sometimes, being a gatekeeper can be pretty uncomfortable. Interestingly, I find it easy with an infection control hat on versus with a Lead Healthcare Scientist hat, probably because patient safety trumps personal feelings. It can be tempting when you are in a position where the NO is going to be hard or challenging to try to say NO without saying NO. The problem with this approach is that although you may leave the encounter feeling less scarred or exposed, it is likely you are also leaving it with less clarity. Worst than this, not only have you said NO, but you also have taken away the recipients’ opportunity to question and gain a clear understanding for their own processing. It may feel easier in the moment, but you are probably just kicking the problem down the line rather than working towards a resolution.

Please note that this sketch has an 18 age certificate

Sometimes, it’s about being clear that you are living your values

I think one of the reasons that a NO and holding the line is easier (although still hard due to the stakes) in infection control is because it so clearly aligns with my core values, and ones that I hope are represented more widely within the NHS. We should all put patient safety first. Therefore, you can respond in a way that you feel enables you to speak to someone else’s shared values. I hope that the same is also true when I speak to people about equity of access, but in truth this one can be more challenging, as sometimes you are asking people to give up something for someone else, this can occasionally overrule this personal value for the recipient.

Sometimes, it’s harder to make that shared value assumption, and so it becomes especially important to share clearly why you are doing something, both from a factual, but also value perspective. This can include things like wanting someone to be in a better prepared position before they undertake training course X so they can get more out of it by starting with a better grounding. It can also be that a change would be better placed after we’ve set it up using pre steps. It’s important, though, that if it is a true NO, not to fall into negotiation, as that can result in confusion.

Sometimes, it’s about showing someone the big picture

Frequently, when I have to say NO, it’s because I have access to information that the other person doesn’t. This may be information that enables me to have a more holistic view of risk or success. When saying NO in these cases it’s crucial to talk someone through that wider picture, not only because it helps them contextualise the NO, but it may enable them to come up with an alternate approach that might result in a YES. I hope that by taking the time to do this it may result in the recipient being empowered when they leave the conversation rather than deflated. Obviously, that’s not always the case, and sometimes, individuals will need time to process the information. At least by investing the time it offers an alternative perspective and hopefully demonstrates that I value both the person and the dialogue.

Sometimes, it’s about showing your thought process

This one is a little bit of an extension of sharing your values and the big picture. In my case, as a scientist however, it also includes sharing data and evidence and using that to explain how I came to my conclusions. I sometimes go too far down this particular rabbit hole, as it’s my comfort zone, and it does not always work.

Some people will respond better to different things. Some people like me respond to evidence, some will respond to patient led and other values, some are pushing a vision, and others will respond if you share the big picture stuff. Knowing who your audience is helps you pitch, but including a bit of everything in your prep and being able to pivot to what is landing best for greater focus is a skill worth developing.

Sometimes, it’s about being prepared to defend whilst maintaining being open

Despite your best efforts to explain and justify, you like me, may end up being pulled into rooms of people who don’t particularly like your conclusion or what you have to say. This is leadership, and particularly in infection control, it’s kind of what we get paid for. Drawing a safety line and holding it is key. Now, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to re-evaluate in the face of further information. It also means you should be prepared to defend it. You will need to defend your thought process, your evidence and your conclusions.

I have to be honest, sometimes this is the one I find most challenging. Not because I don’t feel able to justify my process, but when the evidence is clear, I can struggle to understand why others don’t see it. It can also be easy to feel like you’re being personally attacked when it is actually just the scenario. As I wear my heart on my sleeve, I can find it hard though. Trying to take yourself out of the process and focus on the role and the reason you are in the room is something that I’ve found can help.

Sometimes, it’s about finding support

One of the other things I’ve found really helpful is to know where your support lies. In my case, that may be Mr Girlymicro offering me a martini as I walk through the door and telling me it will all be OK. It can be having some trusted colleagues that you talk and walk through your rationale with before meetings. Colleagues that you know may be comfortable challenging you in order to help you see gaps or assumptions in your thought process. Sometimes, it’s about knowing who’s going to be in a particularly difficult room and being aware of where their support may lie, so you know who you may count to support your rationale.

A lot of this is about the work that you need to do ahead of time to build your networks, to get to know other people and their values so you can understand their drivers when you are thrust into a gatekeeping scenario. It can be as simple as moving the dial so you know your unknowns and can therefore better prepare for the unexpected.

Sometimes, a no is actually a not yet

The other thing that’s worth addressing is knowing when a NO is a not now, or not this way. If you can work your way through a scenario so that you can see different routes or avenues to the same destination, it may open a different type of conversation. I’ve mentioned some of these things above, but again, it’s about having put in the time to think things through prior to your response. Often, in infection control, it is tempting to take the path of least resistance, when with extra resource or input, a YES may be possible. Checking ourselves to ensure our motivations are correct is always worth doing and making sure that we are open to the presentation of new ideas or new information that might impact our risk assessment or evaluation is key.

Sometimes, it’s just about sucking it up

Recent years have convinced me that you don’t join infection control to win popularity awards, hardly anyone gives us chocolates at Christmas. The job is hard. Leadership is hard. Saying NO and gatekeeping is hard. The thing is, we do it because it needs to be done. Sometimes, it needs to be done in order to not set someone up to fail. Sometimes, it needs to be done for safety. Sometimes, it needs to be done for equity across your workforce or because of resource limitations. Every now again, it has to be done because the request is just not that reasonable, and the person making it either hasn’t considered or doesn’t have access to the big picture. Denying it’s hard doesn’t get you anywhere. Denying it’s hard can lead you to avoid the hard moments and therefore dilute your impact. Someone has to be the gatekeeper, especially when it comes to patient safety. Someone has to be the Big Bad I Said NO! Some days, that person is me, and despite it being hard I think that the world is just a little safer for it. So know you are not alone, but when your moment comes, be prepared to put on your big girl pants and own the importance of being the person who both says and owns the fact that they said NO!

All opinions in this blog are my own

Would You Like That Explained in Words of One Syllable? Thriving in the world of a mansplainer

This post is in honour of international women’s day, I hope by talking about this and sharing some thoughts it will make us all more able to stand up for ourselves and support others in moments like the one below, when we encounter the mansplainer in their natural habitat.

I was at a conference last week, and I was struck yet again by the number of questions that were asked that were commentary and not indeed questions. I paid attention, and, in this case, 100% of those undertaking this behaviour were older men. The reason I started to pay attention was because the first session I attended was filled with a panel of young female scientists. The Chair of the panel, however, was an older man, and when this commentary occurred from one of the attendees, instead of shutting it down, he actively participated and even exacerbated the issue. Not only that, but the commentary was also inherently incorrect and was not even helpful. I must admit I found myself becoming pretty infuriated and later found other women who’d been in the room who found it equally maddening. So this week I thought I would channel some of that science rage into a productive place and talk about survival in the world of the mansplainer.

NB please note I recognise that there are also some women that exhibit these behaviours routinely (and we probably all do periodically). In this post I talk about mansplaining as the behaviour and not linked to gender, unless I’m recounting specific personal experiences.

In the interests of full disclosure, I’ve also had a fair amount of men recently lecturing me about what it is I do and do not know, as well as some ‘interesting’ comments on my blog. I therefore may not be feeling as balanced about this topic as I would otherwise. The thing is, it’s not like it is as unusual as it should be, and you would think, therefore, that I should be less bothered by it. In fact, the opposite is true. Now I’m aware and see it happen to others. I’m even less tolerant. I’m pretty fortunate that it only happens to me 3 or 4 times a year to a level that irritates me. It happened less when I became a Consultant, and I suspect that it will happen less (to my face) now I’m a Professor. Even so, with all of these benchmarks of knowledge and experience, it still happens. So here are my thoughts on living in the world of the mansplainer and how we might all work together to make it more tolerable.

Don’t worry little lady

Let’s start with talking about some classic mansplaining that has happened to me. I’m partly starting out with this because I had a really lovely male boss who just didn’t believe that these things happened as no one had talked to him about it. By putting it down here prior to talking about what we can do in response, I hope to contextualise some of what it’s like for any allies out there who have experienced it less as individuals.

My all-time ‘favourite’ example of mansplaining that has happened to me was an email sent to myself and a female colleague that actually started with the words ‘don’t worry little ladies’. The email in question was sent in response to a query about engineering standards. Now, these days I would respond with ‘that’s Professor Little Lady and I am worried so please explain………and what you are going to do about it’. At the time, though, I was completely thrown by how 4 words could effectively minimise my years of experience, my authority to ask the question, and impact my feelings about my ability to follow up. In my defence, I did follow up and insist on further information and a review, but something so small could actually have impacted my ability to do my job and would never have been undertaken with my male consultant boss. These comments, therefore, are not insignificant when, especially in healthcare, they could lead to a reduction in safety. That said, did I escalate? No, did I forward the email to his boss and explain? Also, no. It’s so normal that it never even occured to me. I suspect if I had, it would have just been called ‘banter’ and waved off.

One of my other favourite things (not really) is when I’m called into a room to have a technical discussion, and when it becomes apparent I’m not convinced by the argument, the room full of men call in yet more men, not to enhance or bring more information to the discussion, but because they somehow believe that having more men in the space repeating each others words will somehow intimidate me or force me into conceding that their science is suddenly correct. I do not enjoy conflict and I generally believe it’s bad form to point out the flaws in someone’s argument in front of others, in a way that could be seen as aggressive or embarrassing for the individual. However, if you pull >20 men into a room to lecture me on, for instance how HPV works, when you are neither a microbiologist or have any experience with viral loading or kill, and think that calling in a further 10 will change the underlying fact that I have just finished writing about it for my thesis, my argument is unlikely to change. All that will happen is that I will cease trying to cover up my level of knowledge in order to play nice and I will quote papers and research at you until you let me leave.

Have you thought about?

One of the other scenarios I’ve found where some interesting male commentary occurs is on some of my blog posts. Now, don’t get me wrong a) most of the commentary I receive on my blogs is super supportive and is what gives me the impetuous to continue to write them and b) I acknowledge that by writing and (over)sharing the way I do I also invite engagement and discussion of the content I put out. Every now and again I get a comment that I don’t approve for public sharing and just leave in the archives as I’m not sure that they are part of the discussion I want to have.

When I posted earlier this year about being overwhelmed and shared some tips that have helped me to get through I received some comments from various male subscribers. These comments were very different from those of my female subscribers, who shared how grateful they were that we were talking about the fact that everyone has days when they struggle and that coping mechanisms are key. These comments all came from a place which I assume was kind and supportive, but ran along the lines of ‘if you feel overwhelmed maybe you should have spent the extra time working and clearing your emails rather than writing this blog’.

On the surface I kind of get it, but also a) it is my right to choose how I spend what free time I manage to have for myself, without commentary from others as long as I’m breaking no laws and hurting no one b) blog writing, for me, has become a method of processing my work load and stress levels and therefore suggesting I abandon it would be removing a key coping strategy I utilise c) the blog post was about sharing experiences and methods to move through feeling over whelmed, not a pity party post about how it sucks, therefore the suggestion that I focus my time on not supporting my community is against the ethos of what this blog is about and frankly kind of sucks and finally d) the assumption that I wouldn’t have considered doing less and not over stretching myself probably doesn’t give me very much credit in terms of self reflection or self awareness. So, I suppose my point is this, sometimes by stating the obvious and your opinion about it, it can come over as pretty patronising, as if it wouldn’t have occured to me and I haven’t done the thinking myself. That said, intent matters, and I don’t believe that these are often meant with any ill intent, so I leave them as unapproved and a source of future consideration and move on.

If you look for it, you will see it

Frankly, some of this is insidious, as I discussed in the intro, I only really started paying attention at the conference because there was such an extreme version of it that it drew my attention and I became deliberately aware of it. Sadly, when I posted about it on twitter the almost universal response was ‘only one’ to my retelling of the male commentator. It’s so universal as a stereotype that we laugh about it, but my thinking is also what can we do to challenge it or support others when we see it.

Summary.   

Role incredulity is a form of gender bias where women are mistakenly assumed to be in a support or stereotypically female role — an administrative assistant, nurse, wife, or girlfriend, for instance — rather than a leadership or stereotypically male role, such as CEO, professor, lawyer, doctor, or engineer. While this slight or mistake might seem innocuous, it can have real ramifications for women. Women must expend extra energy and time to assert and prove their role. Their words may lack the credibility and authority inherent in their position. And when women are not seen as a leader, they may be less likely to be hired into male-dominated roles or to be considered for promotions.

While the real issue of role incredulity is systemic, there are steps organizational leaders, workplace allies, and women themselves can take to prevent and correct it., including setting organizational norms, being an ally, owning your mistakes, and, if you’re a woman, proactively identifying your role.

https://hbr.org/2021/12/when-people-assume-youre-not-in-charge-because-youre-a-woman

I suspect there are few women amongst us who haven’t been asked to ‘sort the coffee’ despite being one of the most senior people in the room, or who haven’t had their bank card saying Dr handed back to their partner. These are little things, and I for one am completely OK with getting coffee, but not because I’m a woman, but because I think we should all take our turn and hierarchy shouldn’t remove us from that. I find it hard therefore to know when to draw the lines over such things, I’m a team player and want to do my part, but I also don’t want to sustain a stereotype that might negatively impact others. Honestly, even thinking about these things in the moment and having that constant dialogue with yourself can be pretty exhausting when it happens over years or decades.

Do these things actually matter?

Even though I feel that I own my place and have so much more strength than I did when I was younger, these comments, decisions, and moments still take up cognitive space. I may rebound more quickly but I still go through the ‘experience-self recrimination spiral-replay’ cycle in order to process it and decide where fault may lie with me or where the learning is.

“What we found was that women largely had negative outcomes as a result of being mansplained to, whereas it didn’t affect men as much,” said Briggs, whose research was published in the Journal of Business and Psychology. “They tended to register that their competence was being questioned more than men did, and to attribute this to a gender bias – so, maybe this person doesn’t think highly of me or doesn’t like me because of my gender.”

This feeling wasn’t shared by male volunteers who were given a condescending explanation by a woman. “Maybe they perceived it as ‘this person is being rude to me’, but they didn’t perceive it any differently if it came from a man or woman, and they didn’t attribute it to a gender bias,” Briggs said.

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/feb/03/let-me-mansplain-studies-reveal-negative-impacts-of-behaviour?CMP=Share_iOSApp_Other

It may be therefore that we have to acknowledge the role we play in how we receive the information and the fact that some of the behaviour we experience really does not have any ill intent. However, that also doesn’t mean that those undertaking such behaviours don’t equally have a responsibility to understand how their behaviour impacts others, and in some cases leads to the active detriment of the women who are the recipients. Especially if this behaviour is endemic in institutions/settings or originates from the same individual over protracted periods of time.

So, how do we handle it?

I’ve previously posted about how I learnt to own the place I found myself in with some tips on managing this as individuals. I do think that dealing with direct interactions rather than our own imposter syndrome needs a different set of skills, ones that may indeed help with how we see the world over all. It all starts with being conscious of ourselves in the moment, where do we sit, what do we say when we introduce ourselves, how do we respond in the moment and how do we let our view of ourselves drive these dialogues?

Below are some areas of thinking that have helped me and I hope might also help you in traversing the particular challenge.

Decide which truths to believe

I am often considered over emotional because I wear my heart and values on my sleeve. It’s a running joke within my team that I have absolutely no poker face, and the time to be concerned when in a room with me is when I stop being expressive, as it probably means I have become coldly annoyed.

For a long time, I thought that this was the biggest weakness. I had many a person (male and female) explain to me that I couldn’t be successful as I was and that to proceed I really needed to change and fit the stereotype of what a boss/consultant/professor should be. Well, frankly, screw that. Hiding who we are and pretending to be someone else should not be the only path to success. Being open and honest about my values and who I am is not a weakness. It requires integrity and fairly often bravery to function openly as who you are. We are supposed to be assertive but not too assertive, smart but modest about it, passionate but not emotional. I, for one, don’t want to play that game and, in many ways, just opted out and found ways around it. I strongly believe that we no longer need to play by the rules of those who came before us, let’s set our own rules, let’s choose our own truths and empower the future to be different and better for those who will follow on behind us. Choose your own path and let that be your truth.

Practice makes perfect

Now, I’m not sure I would be comfortable saying any of the below as they are written, I think I would be too scared of coming off as aggressive. For all you women out there who could and own being that assertive, I am not worthy. That said, I have used many of these responses, if not these exact words, in order to manage conversations.

The thing for me is you need to know what language you are comfortable with and practice it before you need it. In the moment I am often surprised and lose my mental footing, therefore if I haven’t practiced how to hold my ground and be assertive I lose it to hesitancy and upset. Practicing enables it to almost be a reflexive approach that you can draw on, so that you don’t have the cognitive additional load of making those nuanced word choices in the moment. So the sentences above may not fit you, but find ones that do and try them on for size well before you need them.

One of the things that also helps me is wearing a different head space when I go into rooms where this is likely to be an issue. ‘Dream’ would never hold up in these spaces, and when I leave them, she often crumbles in the replaying of the moment. Professor Cloutman-Green, however, is much more able to hold her own. It’s almost like my science shield enables me to suffer less from impact in the moment and so allows me to maintain or re-establish myself in that moment much more readily. This is different from not being my authentic self in a space, I am still me, but it gives me the emotional distance to process things later rather than being overwhelmed in the moment.

Self-awareness is key

Ever walk into a room, and there’s a single chair left and you offer it to everyone else who comes in after you? I do this all the time. It’s just polite, right? Absolutely. However, if you are in a room that internalises hierarchy and everyone sitting is a Consultant like you and everyone else standing is more junior, by undertaking this action you are unconsciously giving away your seniority in the room. You are signally you’re difference to your other consultant colleagues. Being aware of your surroundings and what cues you are sending out is important.

Ever sat listening whilst a colleague towered above you? The person who deliberately chooses to lean against your door frame whilst you sit in order to explain X or Y to you. Dominance positioning is a thing, we are primates after all. If we have small and closed body language it says a lot more than our verbal responses in the conversation. Sometimes, when you find yourself in a mansplaining situation the mere act of repositioning yourself can impact the conversation. Stand up, gesticulate using wide body language when speaking. It may be that this merely changes the way you receive the exact same dialogue, but sometimes that is half of the battle. If it also supports you in using some of your practiced dialogue, all the better!

How do we help others?

When sat in the conference room mentioned at the start of this article, I had so much rage at the way these young scientists were being treated. My PhD student who saw and understood my response asked ‘are you going to say something?’. I responded ‘no, these girls are going to handle it’, and they did. They did so perfectly. I think one of my biggest pieces of learning over recent years is not to run in like an amazon warrior to save people, as this can in actual fact be diminishing and takes away their opportunity to act. My response now is to be there as a back up if they signal they need help and to offer support and reinforcement with ‘you were amazing in how you handled that’ afterwards to let them know how successful they were from an independent observer view. By rushing into save we can be as bad as the mansplainer as it indicates we don’t have faith in their ability to handle the moment. That said, if I’d had an official role, such as Chair, I feel it would have been my responsibility to stop the situation from happening in the first place. My take home is this, how you respond has to depend on your role and the situation.

I still love the females from the Obama administration who used their voices to amplify those of other women in the room. Not all actions need to be direct or confrontational, sometimes just being there to repeat the voices of others is enough. I wish that I had been able to breath through my rage and find an amazing follow up question to allow that panel to shine even more in that moment, but I didn’t and that’s my learning. That moment wasn’t about me, it was about them and next time I will have practiced how I can then act to amplify them better in the moment, rather than worry so much about the mansplainer in the room and giving him my energy. Every day I learn a little more.

Right, I’m off to the growlery until I find myself in a better mood. See you on the other side.

All opinions in this blog are my own

Guest Blog from Dr Claire Walker: Turning criticism into a catalyst for change, or how I learned to stop worrying and to love negative feedback

I am currently away enduring the heat of Houston, Texas, at the American Society of Microbiology annual conference. Hopefully, I will find lots of lovely inspiration whilst I’m here to share with you all. In the meantime, and whilst jet lag is kicking my ass, the wonderful Dr Claire Walker has swooped in and saved me by writing another awesome guest blog.

Dr Walker is a paid up member of the Dream Team since 2013, token immunologist and occasional defector from the Immunology Mafia. Registered Clinical Scientist in Immunology with a background in genetics (PhD), microbiology and immunology (MSc), biological sciences (mBiolSci), education (PgCert) and indecisiveness (everything else). Now a Senior Lecturer in Immunology at University of Lincoln. She has previously written many great guest blogs for The Girlymicrobiologist, including one on the transition from lab to academia.

So, the other night before a conference @girlymicro and I were sat in a hotel bar, drinking martinis and listening to me bemoan some fairly harsh feedback I recently received anonymously from a student in the form of the oft dreaded ‘Module evaluation feedback form’. The conversation went a little like the Deep Space 9 meme of Julian and Garek that’s doing the rounds – you know the one….

I love the internet. Meme generators entertain me no end.

Back to the story, I was complaining and @girlymicro, quite rightly, reminded me of two important facts. One, all constructive feedback is always useful even if we don’t particularly like hearing it. And two, not everyone is going to love us even if we really, really want them to.

I went to bed reflecting on this conversation and my poor feedback. Constructive critical feedback is a powerful tool for growth, yes it stings a little at the time, but when we take time to reflect can we see why we received it? This particular individual found me to be blunt and rude, and in honesty, in this specific instance I would say they aren’t totally wrong. This year, my decision to support University College Union strike action prevented me from giving the first lecture of my module. I use this lecture not only to introduce myself and describe the content of the module, but to set the expectations for behaviour in my classroom. I’m what has been described by my friends and colleagues as ‘old school’, and this makes me something of a marmite individual for students. I want to provide a safe space for discussions, and I cover a lot of triggering subjects. I have no time for disruptive behaviour that detracts from the groups collective learning experiences, and I have a low threshold for calling students out on this. Am I blunt? Probably. Could it be perceived as rude? Absolutely. Without these early conversations the students this year weren’t aware of my expectations and thus my behaviour had no context. Does this make the feedback fair? Possibly. In my honest opinion when you come to a place of learning you put your phone down and respect the teacher as well as your fellow students, and at University level teaching you shouldn’t need to be reminded of this. However, what I’ve learnt is just how important those conversations are, and I will be having them come hell or high water next year.

Girlymicro’s second point also gave me pause for thought. Not everyone is going to adore me. My teaching style isn’t guaranteed to work for everyone. So after finishing my martinis I returned to my feedback and applied the Pareto Principle. The Pareto principle asserts that 80% of outcomes result from 20% of causes. When I view negative feedback through the lens of the Pareto principle, I see that a significant proportion of this feedback comes from a small percentage of students. And the same is true of the positive feedback. Understanding this principle lets me focus on how I can direct my efforts to addressing their concerns specifically and prioritise improvements across my teaching to make meaningful change. However, it’s also crucial to recognise the silent majority the 80% who are, apparently, content enough not to provide an evaluation of the module. A major overhaul probably isn’t necessary, but there are tweaks to be made to make the content work for everyone.

Finally, I reflect on the words of wisdom from the great Obi Wan Kenobi himself:

“ You’re going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.” / “The truth is often what we make of it; you heard what you wanted to hear, believed what you wanted to believe.”

My ‘truth’, my point of view has been that my teaching style is interactive and engaging, and certainly some of my students share this opinion. But this isn’t everyone’s point of view and through receiving feedback I am able to see the opinions of those individuals that differ from my own. I often say that teaching is an iterative process, dependent on a cycle of reflection and growth. I may enjoy a particular style of lecture but if it’s not working for the majority, I have to put it down and build something new. Based on both the negative and positive comments, I have been able to introduce more lab sessions, simulated clinical experiences and data analysis workshops to my modules, and move away from traditional didactic teaching. Yes, it’s more work over the summer but hopefully this will lead to a significant improvement in the learning experience of my students. Who knows? Hopefully that quiet 80% like the changes. Either way I’ll await my next critique and take it from there.

TLDR: You can’t win ‘em all. But you can have a lot of fun with meme generators.

All opinions in this blog are my own

Talking About the Taboos: My experience of informed consent and organ donation

CONTENT WARNING: MY FAMILY SHOULD SKIP THIS ONE.

This post is traumatic (at least for me) and is likely to be triggering for some people. I think it may also be important, which is why I’m writing it. It is highly personal, and for once, I’m not up for debate about how it made me feel, although I’m hoping it might trigger wider discussion with others. That said, it is only the experience of 1 girl in 1 room.

Please note that I am a passionate advocate for organ donation, which is why I’ve never talked about this as I’ve always felt worried it might put off others. Now, with people objecting to ‘opt out’ change to the donation rules I feel the time may be right for me to talk about it, as I’m hoping it will change for others the hardest experience I’ve ever gone through.

Here’s the background

My sister died in 2010. At that point, despite the existence of organ donor databases, if you wanted to donate the organs of a loved one, you had to go through a process of informed consent and opt into the process.

Defining consent

Informed consent – the person must be given all of the information about what the treatment involves, including the benefits and risks, whether there are reasonable alternative treatments, and what will happen if treatment does not go ahead.

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/consent-to-treatment

In 2020 this situation changed and the English system changed to what is known as presumed consent or the opt-out system, and means that unless the deceased has expressed a wish in life not to be an organ donor then consent will be assumed.

This means that there are now three ways to approach organ donation in England, vs the one that I experienced back in 2010.

I was at a workshop this week, and as part of the ethics discussion, the issue of switching to an opt-out system of organ donation came up. It was a really interesting discussion in order to support seeing a complex issue from multiple viewpoints. Is opt out coercive? Will it actually address some of the issues around numbers of donors?

I found myself talking about something that, to be honest, I never talk about. Something that I think has been locked away in my head (and for me, a completely different reason), beyond the numbers and ethics, why I think opt out is a good thing. Why? Despite passionately believing that organ donation is the right, logical, and good thing to do, for someone to ever go through what I had to go through to donate my sisters organs was not something I’d wish on anyone. When I lie awake at night and cry, it is not over the moment that I found out she was not going to make it. It is over the 24 period that I lived through trying to do the right thing. Informed consent is the gold standard, but it can also be highly traumatic to those who have to go through it. This didn’t even come up as part of the discussion, but I wanted to share my experience of informed consent to aid understanding of why I think that moving to presumed consent might also be a good thing.

Knowing is different to doing

I’ve written before about how the circumstances came about of losing my sister, but I sort of glossed over some of the 48 hours between her effectively dying and being declared brain dead. This part was obviously traumatic but not perhaps because of the reasons people think.

From when we were kids my sister and I always talked about organ donation and how we would always participate. Maybe an odd thing, but we came from a pretty science based household where all kinds of conversations were common. I remember going to get our first Boots cards together and being very impressed that on the application form, you could also tick to confirm you’d like to be an organ donor. I can see the form in my head even now. We both ticked very thing but eyes. I don’t know why we didn’t tick eyes, but I clearly remember we didn’t.

So, when we were given the news that my sister was brain dead and that there were going to start the 24-hour confirmation process, I knew what the next conversation would be. I’m fact because I knew her wishes. I actually instigated it. It was the right thing to do.

Never, as it transpired, has doing the right thing been easy.

Experiencing informed consent

They said they’d get the transplant nurse come to speak to us, they were so pleased they hadn’t had to broach the subject, you could see the relief. I had a friend who’d just started working as a transplant nurse and they had told me how hard it was and so I wanted to make the process as straight forward as possible. I wish I’d asked them.more questions and known more, but I hadn’t, and I didn’t.

Here is the assumption I had made. My sister had been on the organ donor registry, she had ticked her boxes, we knew and supported her decision. We would therefore go into a room where we would sign a paper to that effect and walk out in order to wait for her official demise. Spoiler alert – this I not what happened.

What happened instead is you walk into a room, with a very nice and kind nurse, with a clipboard loaded with papers. They warn you that this will take some time and will be personal. Bear in my my brother in law is understandably distraught and therefore most of this process is being covered by my mum and I, to be honest I can’t even remember, but I don’t think he was in the room. Then it begins.

It starts with the scene setting, what was my sisters sex life like, how frequently and with whom? As a scientist I know this information is key and it aids risk assessment, as a person I’m talking about my dying sisters dating history and I have to say frankly it’s a bit jarring. I also only have the answers because we spoke every day and we were super close.

For the next (what feels like several hours) you proceed to verbally dissect your loved one organ by organ, piece by piece. For each piece you go through numerous options. Are you happy to donate her pancreas, if so who are you happy to donate it to, the cells? To an academic lab? To a privately run company? How do you want it disposed of once they are finished with it? If they take parts of her gut but then can’t use them (in case she is too fat, but they don’t have that info yet as they haven’t got my sisters info) is it OK if they throw them away? Every time you believe there can’t be more there is.

I know where this comes from, from multiple organ scandals, and I know the importance of informed consent. In the room it feels like none of that matters, in the room it feels like some kind of psychological torture that will never end. I’m lucky, I’m in doctor mode and all the horror is not happening at the front of my brain, doctor brain is evaluating and deciding and ignoring the screaming from the girl who is experiencing the pain. I have no idea how my mother survived it, she just calmly went through and discussed bits with me as if we were talking about a shopping list. To this day I don’t know how we survived. At one point I turned around to the nurse and asked, surely we can just blanket consent, and she confirmed that she had to read the text for each bit and that we had to actively make decision and understand.

When I have nightmares about this process I see my sister in the dress we picked for lying her out in and as each organ is called out I get a dolly zoom onto the anatomically correct part. My brain does love to torment me.

Once we reached the end of the list, I took a deep breath, relieved it was over, but it wasn’t over. As a thank you for agreeing to donate her organs you then get another form to go through. She gets to be laid out in the Chapel of Rest post surgery. Please could we go and find something (now) so that she can be laid out in, they need it to make everything ready. Also, would we like some of her hair to keep? If so what colour ribbon would we like? This was the bit that blew my mind. I had coped with the organ by organ dissection, but what fucking ribbon do I want for me dead sisters hair, how the hell do I know. I know all of things that mean I should know, I know her favourite colour is purple, but it feels like one decision too far. You get to keep one piece of her, now make decisions for the one thing in the world you will have left of someone who has been part of your life every day since you were born. Something simultaneously so simple and yet crushing. Colour picked, now off you go, find an outfit that is clean, she would have liked and still fits the body of someone who was 5 months pregnant but had yet to buy maternity gear as she was worried about what would happen to her child. Oh, and I forget the second best bit. Whilst you’re there, you can pick a personal item or toy for her to have in the theatre whilst they vivisect her. It’s not like it’s going to be an infection risk to her.

So off we go, we pick a dress, we pick her huge black stuffed cuddly dog. Then you wait for the 24 hours to be up do she will be called.

At this point my willpower failed me. I couldn’t be there when she went into theatre. I couldn’t wait for them to come out and tell us it was over. I’ve been in theatres and this is where we come to the part that I still can’t really deal with. After all these years I still have days when I feel it. I feel like I killed my sister. I feel I gave someone permission to open her up and whilst her heart was still beating remove bits of her one at a time until she died. I can see it in my head, with that cuddly toy on the end of the bed. I can see it all so clearly. It’s like a horror movie and I know every single piece because I went through them all like it was a shopping list. It doesn’t matter that there was no way back, it doesn’t matter that it was what she wanted, it doesn’t matter how many lives were saved, it matters that I went through a list of her body like she was a joint of meat and said which parts could be sold to who.

Time heals most wounds

I didn’t even find out who those organs went to. All of that info went to her husband as next of kin, and he didn’t bother to share it, and I never had the strength of will to ask. Just recently a wonderful colleague gave me the number of someone who might be able to tell me, but I don’t know if I’m ready to re-open this particularly deep wound, maybe after writing this post I will be able to get there.

I’m horribly aware that this post might put others off signing off on donation but I’m hoping that by contextualising at the start you’ll know that that is not is what I want to achieve. It is however the reason I don’t talk about it. I believe so much that it is what we should do. At the same point I know that I don’t think I could ever go through that experience again. Which brings me to presumed consent. I am desperately hoping, although I have no idea, that by having some assumptions in relation to consent, that no one else will have to go through the same process I did. I know why it’s there, I also know how complex it is sitting on the other side. Giving people options is key, there should be choice about what goes where, but I believe there should also be the option to have a blanket ‘I donate everything but this and it can go everywhere but here”. Otherwise, you harm people trying to do the right thing in ways I can’t even fully explain. This isn’t a neutral opinion, though, and I get that. It is one driven by pain and horror, so perhaps I am not the best person to have an opinion on this after all. Either way, the time has probably come to talk about it. Nothing in this area is simple and so maybe by talking about it more, it will enable better conversations so that if you ever end up in that room, you won’t be as blind sided as I was.

I have no regrets, I am OK with the choices we made. Deep down, I know I respected the wishes of someone I loved. I just can’t deny that every now and again, the guilt still knocks me for six, usually when I least expect it. That isn’t a reason to not do the right thing. It’s just a cost worth acknowledging.

All opinions in this blog are my own.

Learning to Take Your Place: The path to owning the space you find yourself in

I remember my first attendance at the CSO Healthcare Science awards incredibly clearly. It was probably around 2015, and I had been nominated for the Rising Star award (I didn’t win, the amazing Lisa Ayres rightfully rocked it). It was my first dinner event, and I didn’t really know anyone. Everyone was in their finest evening wear, they’d all done their make up, they all knew each other. I remember sitting there on my own and feeling how much I just didn’t fit into this world. When the Lead Healthcare Scientist award was given out (we didn’t even have one at that point) I remember the banter on stage about where the winner had brought their dress from. I wouldn’t even know where my dress was from, at best M and S, not something that would be discussion worthy for over 100 people. I was so aware on that night that this was a world where I didn’t fit in, or have the tools to navigate.

Despite being Girlymicro, I’m not actually particularly good at the getting dressed up thing. I’m not one of those girls who has ‘wardrobe choices’ and saints help me if I have to paint my nails. It’s just outside of my wheel house. I’ve also posted before about how bad I am at networking and how I’ve had to develop coping strategies to be able to feel comfortable in rooms at conferences. I have friends and colleagues who are naturally gifted in this regard, but I am not one of them. I am not ashamed of who I am, or where I come from, I’m a proud brummy girl who has worked hard, but that doesn’t change the fact that in 2015 I stared at out at a room full of people from my profession, supposedly from my world, and just felt as other as it was possible to be.

Roll on eight years, and through some twist of fate I don’t think I will ever truly understand, I find myself standing outside of Westminster Abbey, waiting to go in to witness the Coronation of King Charles III. I have gone through a lot of emotions in the journey to this spot, but when standing here I didn’t feel like the girl who didn’t fit in. I arrived through those doors comfortable in my own skin, proud to be representing my profession and not scared to represent all that I am in the process. So how did I get from there to here? How I did I change and grow to feel like I could (most days) own the space I find myself in?

Honour the reason you’re here

The first thing for me was the realisation of how many people, woman in particular, have fought and sacrificed so that I could have the opportunity to even feel like an imposter in a space. I’ve posted about my mum and her journey to support science before, but there are so many woman who have faced so many challenges just so I would have the opportunity, or the door opened. Over time I’ve realised how important it is to seize those opportunities in order to honour those that came before. To move the dialogue on and to ensure that I leave things more open and equal requires me to do my bit, to make my sacrifices for those who will come after, to go through that open door and wedge it open so that others can follow behind and then take even bigger strides than I will. The cost of my feeling uncomfortable and experiencing self doubt is nothing compared to what those who went before experienced. If I think of myself as part of a wider picture, of just another brick on the yellow brick road, then it becomes less about me and more about the journey, and what I do to support others. That doesn’t require me to know anything about hats, false lashes or designers, that only requires me to be passionate about why I’m doing what I am doing. Suddenly everything else feels slightly less intimidating, after all, I know my why.

Be decisive: decide who you want to be in that space

So, you are not like everyone else, congratulations! I think that may just be a very good thing. When you enter a new world, a new network, a new experience, you have an opportunity to be deliberate in deciding who you want to be. You aren’t carrying the baggage of being know as ‘the new girl’ even though you’ve been there 20 years now. You aren’t that girl who spilled adenovirus tissue culture. You are shiny and new. You therefore have the opportunity to tell your tale, to share your why and really focus on the impact you want to have. Most of the time you have been invited into that space, so try to reflect on why that is and what you want to achieve. If, like me, you want to move the dialogue forward than it is OK not to be like the other people in the room, you have probably been invited into that space for just that reason. Don’t lose sight of who you are because of the newness, see it as opportunity to be the essence of what you want to bring into that space. If you can focus on why you have chosen to be there, rather than being overwhelmed by the choices of others, then I find it very grounding. For me, that reason can be anything from, I came to have 1 conversations with X that I couldn’t have other wise, to I came because I want to raise awareness of Y. Sometimes, for me, that can just be me actively introducing myself as a Healthcare Scientist and opening the door for people to ask me what one of those is, so I can discuss how awesome this work force are.

Acknowledge your fears

One of the things that has helped me most is to not just ignore my fears and pretend they don’t exist, but to spend time in reflecting on why they exist and what triggers lead to them overwhelm me. For me, it’s often about letting people down, or standing out in the wrong way – thus diluting my message and meaning I lose my voice. For the Coronation, because I knew not feeling like I was fitting in appearance wise would be a trigger for me and therefore not achieving the representation I wanted to achieve, I took steps before I went. I researched what to wear, I learnt to understand the dress code. This meant on the day I didn’t worry about that part at all, I could just focus on representing IPC and the Healthcare Scientist profession, this isn’t hard, because I have the best job in the world and love my profession. Suddenly I’m freed up to focus on joy and not fear. In 2015, I hadn’t done this work and it’s not something that happened over night. I had to take the time to learn more about me so I could then manage my responses. The work is worth it though. Obviously, this doesn’t always mean you won’t be taken from left field, but most of the time if you’ve put in the work you can free yourself up to be present and enjoy the moment.

Understand that the world is not you centric

The other things is, and I don’t want to ruin anyone’s egos here, you’re just not that important. The BBC did not care what I was wearing at the Coronation, in 2015 I was probably hardly noticed at that event, let alone anyone bothering to think enough about me to judge my outfit or elevator pitch. Frankly, we are mostly just not that important to other people. Therefore a lot of the fears we have about being judged are really not that relevant, we’re just not that seen. Also, even if the worst happens, and you spill that red wine all over the carpet at the House of Commons drinks reception (yep, I did that) the likelihood is that no one will remember. In my case the only person who remembers is Professor Mark Fielder, mostly because I almost spilled it on him too, and we just laugh about it now. I have been to some truly awful conference presentations, but I remember the topics, I don’t remember the speaker. Even if the worst happens, when you get over the mortification, you will be the one that remembers it, it is unlikely that anyone else will. So be braver, the worst is probably not that bad, spend less time worrying over it and embrace the good that could happen instead.

Have the bravery to keep being you

Finally, and this may be because I’m just growing old disreputably, but be brave enough to be you. You find yourself in this moment, and no matter the reason you arrived at it you are the master of your own destiny. Be brave enough to bring all of you into that moment and be who you want to be. It’s not always easy in the moment but I promise you, you will regret the moments when you wuss out and toe the party line or try to be someone else so much more then any moment when you were truly yourself, no matter what the reception. For me, I guess its always about having honesty with myself, and building relationships with others based on the trust that I will be seen. Relationships and moments built without that honest and courageous authenticity will never be really real, you’ll always question them and yourself within them. By being who you are then, good or bad, what you create with others is the truth and has real meaning. I feel it is only by being bravely who we are that we can have the impact that we want for our lives and for changing the world for those who will come after. So lets raise a glass, to being authentically and completely us, and celebrate all that we are, both the good and the work in progress!

All opinions in this blog are my own

An Unexpected Invitation: Representing the Healthcare Science & IPC workforce at the Coronation of King Charles III

Please note, this is a rather self indulgent post written to help me remember in future years what was a truly spectacular day and set of events.  Please forgive me and feel free to skip.

Let me start off by saying what an incredibly normal person I am.  I have a job I am passionate about, friends and family I love, but apart from quite how fortunate I count myself to be, I am incredibly normal.  I don’t have ‘connections’, I didn’t go to private school, and neither I nor my family are part of any clubs or other exclusive societies.  So imagine my outright shock when in March this email dropped into my inbox on a Friday afternoon:

This is a joke………right?

On the 31st January 2020, I was fortunate to be awarded the British Empire Medal for services to healthcare and I wrote a little about how I didn’t believe it in a blog post.  That was a fascinating process in itself, especially as I couldn’t tell anyone. When this email dropped into my inbox however, frankly it felt like someone was playing a bit of a joke.  I opened and returned the form, almost on auto pilot because it felt like the kind of thing you should do, but as soon as I hit send I phoned my mum and Mr Girlymicro and had a bit of a breakdown after I calmly got the words out.  Just saying the words ‘I think I’ve just been invited to the Coronation’ put me into a complete spin.  You see, I’m the girl that snuggles down with a cup of tea and Agatha Christie when I manage to get time off, or to be completely honest, some truly awful reality TV (hated by my husband 🙂 like Love is Blind.  I am not the girl that gets invited to fancy dinners or big events, let alone something to be seen on the international stage.  Writing the Girlymicro blog is often the most down time I get on a weekend.  So after sending my reply I sat back and just assumed that they would at some point realise their mistake and life would carry on.

Costume drama

As time went on and more emails went back and forth it gradually hit me that I may, in actual fact, need to attend the Coronation.  I went through a period of properly freaking out about how I wouldn’t fit in, and how I’d have nothing sensible to say, my family pointed out it was too late for that, I’d accepted the invitation.  I was locked in.

Then I proceeded to have, what a dear friend, referred to as a ‘Costume Drama’. Now, I get up in the morning and dress in the clothes in front of me.  I am guaranteed to have covered myself in food/tea/detritus within an hour of dressing.  I don’t wear makeup, and when I do I am lucky to not poke my own eye out with my eye liner.  As the reality dawned on me, it also occured to me that I was going to need to have something to wear.  Bear in mind that when I went to the Garden Party at Buckingham Palace I had a tail spin because I had never brought a hat and I just didn’t know what to expect. It took me 6 months to find something to wear and I had a little less than 6 weeks to get this sorted.  This also felt like a complete level above what I had needed to achieve for afternoon tea.

I have previously posted about how I feel about clothing expectations.  In this case, I began to increasingly feel like clothing would have a role as armour, as a way to step into a space where you felt like you needed to put your best foot forward.  I needed to find something to wear that would help me feel like I deserved to be there and could occupy the space I had been given.  At the same time, I wanted to balance the costume with who I am, I wanted to feel both like I belonged and still feel like me.  So, being a scientist, I hit research mode and pulled together as many sources as I could to find the ‘uniform’ that was likely to be worn at such an event, and then to find ways to modify it so I could ‘fit in’ and still be me.  I know some of you will be reading this and feel disappointed that I was not prepared to stand out. To make a statement.  Sometimes, I feel that the freedom to make a statement comes from a position of privilege.  Not always, sometimes it’s merely bravery and not worrying about the consequences.  In this case, I didn’t feel I wanted to make a statement, I don’t feel like I come from a place where I have enough privilege to go against the tide. You may think it shows a lack of bravery, but the last thing I wanted was to stick out in anything but a ‘that’s a nice dress’ way.  I was nervous enough, and a lot of those nerves stemmed from knowing that I was representing not just myself but all of you, my family, my profession, and my friends.  What I wanted most was to make everyone proud, and so standing out needed to be done in the best possible way by rocking a look that acknowledged the event and still felt like me.

Feeling the weight of representation

You see, as time went on, I became more and more aware that the invitation I’d received wasn’t really about me, it was about us.  I didn’t get a BEM for my work in isolation, it was for the work we had done as a community, I was just lucky enough to be the one who got a medal pinned to her chest.  As the event drew nearer, I was so aware that I was representing both Healthcare Scientists and Infection Prevention and Control on an enormous stage.  I am so proud to be part of both of those groups.  I am prouder than I can state about my profession, a profession that is so often hidden and doesn’t get mentioned at the big events.  I knew that the one thing I would be able to do on the day was talk about it and shine a spot light, if even just to a few people, on the amazing work my colleagues do and the sacrifices that they all made during the pandemic.  I was aware that even though it was my name on the invite, in point of fact, in many ways, it wasn’t about me at all.  I needed to use this unique opportunity to shine that spotlight on the people who deserve to be seen.

Coming, ready or not

Knowing it wasn’t really about me didn’t stop me from feeling nervous, however. I often get in my own head about big moments or events, especially things like this that feel too big and outside of the normal, for someone as normal as me.  At times like this, I like to remember a quote of one of my favourite TV series:

Bottom line is even if you see ’em coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what, are we helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come, can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are. You’ll see what I mean.

Whistler – Angel Season One

My family, friends and colleagues did a great job of helping me get out of my own way.  I really struggled at first with people asking me why I’d been invited.  I didn’t know, I didn’t have an answer, but with the help of those around me I practiced an answer I could use on the day, ‘I got invited because of the great work that IPC and Healthcare Scientists did during the pandemic, coming together to really make a difference for children and young people, in terms of not only testing but also in keeping them safe in healthcare.  I’m representing a great group of people who all go above and beyond every day, and I’m really honoured to be invited.’ I was as prepared as I was going to be.

A fairy tale day

So, the day arrived.  I continued to be nervous, but I had all the lists and instructions to make me feel prepared.  In the end, everyone I have to say was simply wonderful.  I had been prepared for the formality, but I don’t think I had been prepared for the nice bits, the bits where we laughed and the bits where the event was in some ways just like every other event, just bigger and shinier, and with some of my hero’s present.

The day started at 5:15 am.  I knew that there wouldn’t be many bathroom opportunities and so I could only have one (yes, that’s right, one!) cup of tea.  Because I also knew that doing my hair and make up would stress me out and I wanted to enjoy the day, and because London has people who will do this for a very reasonable price at 6am, a wonderful lady arrived to make me feel pretty.  I was made up, hat on and in a taxi by 7:45.  All the time, with the news running in the background saying people were arriving and making me feel like I was already late.

I had that strange anxiety, like getting to an airport, where you just want to get through security and take your seat.  I have to say that from the minute I showed my invite and started walking from Victoria Gardens down towards the Abbey, everyone was just so lovely and the nerves started to fade.  Security was easy, and the atmosphere just felt really special.  I felt like I do when running a half marathon, when everyone on the side of the road cheers you on, with less running and more hat.  This part was made even nicer by running into another IPC legend Clare Johnstone as I was nearing the Abbey.  This was great because not only did I have someone to experience it with, but we could also take a photo of each other to record the occasion. 

Clare and I weren’t sitting in the same area, so I made my way to find my seat, just behind the North Quire.  I was in some way saddened to realise that I wouldn’t have a good view of the procession, although to be honest, I’d not been expecting one.  What I hadn’t expected was that everyone from Rishi Sunak to Ant and Dec would have to walk right by me both before and during the ceremony, as the Quire was mostly blocked with performers.  This meant I got to do some grade A up close people watching in the 2 hours plus you had to be seated prior to the arrival of King Charles III, including Lionel Richie being a complete gentleman as he went by, asking how I was doing and saying he like my dress.  The other thing that was interesting to note was that everyone had to scrum for seats.  Now, as a pleb I’d expected this to be the case for me, but no, it was also the case for those much more famous than I.  Those entering through the West Door had reserved seats, but everyone else was very much equitable in terms of finding your own within the section you had been allocated to.  I found this somewhat pleasing.

We all knew the toilets were going to be locked down at 10am, and having been sitting since 8am it seemed sensible to try to get a visit out of the way as there would be no further opportunity until after 13:30.  I state this here because, although the event was spectacular, the fact that toilets are always an issue somewhat amused me.  There were 3 female toilets for the entire of the Abbey, for everyone from Hollywood celebrity to little old me, it made no difference.  My colleagues have often heard me swear I will never use a portaloo, as I hate them from an IPC perspective.  The available toilets were a step up, but they were still just temporary toilets.  Of the 3 cubicles available, 1 did not have a working lock on the door, and 1 was blocked, only leaving 1 toilet in reality for everyone to use.  Also, the cubicles were small.  Normally, this would be less of an issue, but as I’m not someone who has often tried to negotiate such things with a rather large hat, it was challenging.  Toilets are an issue, even if you are a King.

When the ceremony started I was fortunate enough to have found a seat next door to the seating reserved for the Heralds.  This was very cool as I got to see them process, but also got to sit and get an up close view of all their regalia and to see a lot more of their roles.  The advantage to being off to one side and therefore not quite on camera was that although the event was still very formal, I got to enjoy some informal moments that made us all laugh.  Some parts of the order of service did not quite go as planned, such as the Prince and Princess of Wales entering iut of order. Because we were in quite close quarters together there was a real sense of comradery, which I hadn’t expected, as we all got up at incorrect points or couldn’t work out when to sit down when things were not quite as stated.

There was also some slight drama, when during the first hymn, the older lady next to me tried to drink some water, choked and then vomited water all down her, me and quite a chunk of the floor.  Trying to silently signal and collect tissues, check she was OK and clean her up was significantly easier given where we were seated, but again our whole section silently pulled together to try and help.  This is the disadvantage of telling people that bathroom access is limited, as over 5 hours is a long time for some people to not feel like they can drink.

There was never really a dull moment during the service, and it felt like the congregation were constantly involved in small ways during the service.  The moment when the enormity really struck me however, of where I was and what was happening, was during the singing of the national anthem, it made me choke up a little, it just felt truly historic, it really felt like I was living through a never to be repeated moment, and I felt so lucky to be there to witness it.

And then it was over, and yet somehow the time after the Coronation itself felt like the nicest bit.  You could almost feel the collective sigh of relief, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more informal, with people taking selfies with each other, talking and introducing themselves and mingling much more freely.  At this point I could really talk to people about the amazing work my colleagues do and what an honour it was to be there.  It also meant I could get a couple of pics of the Abbey in a way you weren’t permitted before the ceremony.

Then, as I was leaving the Abbey something happened that really made my day.  I got to leave the Abbey and walk with Dame Judy Dench and Sir Kenneth Branagh.  I mean, I didn’t have the courage to say anything, especially as they were just talking to each other in a really normal way, but I got to wander down the road with 2 complete legends, and then say hi to Stephen Fry.  The only way I could have been  more excited was if I’d gotten to meet Michelle Obama, but it appears she didn’t get an invite.

It was a truly magical day that exceeded all my expectations, I got to talk to people about the work we do, I got to feel part of history, and I got to visit a world, however briefly, which I never believed would welcome someone like me, and yet it did with open arms.  I felt like I was welcome, I felt like I was seen and unexpectedly I felt like I deserved to be there.

My 7 seconds of fame on the BBC, plus the legend that is Dame Judy Dench again!!

Carrying your family with you

My friends and family mean so much to me, and they properly stepped up to the occasion, from sending gin minis for after the service that I could use to celebrate, to sending me pieces of jewellery that I could wear on the day and therefore carry them with me to help me deal with the nerves, and to help me feel like I belonged.  They helped me move from feeling worried about the need to represent people and a profession who mean so much to me, to feeling the joy of doing the same.  They helped me stay in the moment and understand that rather than fearing letting people down, I should celebrate making them feel seen.

Seeing their excitement, feeling their support for me stepping onto this enormous stage and celebrating me embracing all of who I am and where I’ve come from made all the difference, and no amount of drizzle could dampen the day.

I was collected by my husband Jon after the ceremony, and not only did he bring me an umbrella, but he also brought me comfortable shoes to switch into. I’ve rarely loved him more. Sharing the build-up and the day with people I love, as well as seeing the responses on social media, really did make it a day I will never forget. Thank you for sharing it with me.

All opinions in this blog are my own

Just One More Block: Sometimes, the Only Way is Through

Many years ago, before Mr Girlymicro walked me down the aisle, we went on a trip. This was rather a special trip and involved him, mummy Girlymicro and me taking the trans siberian express from Moscow to Beijing. As a way to meet my mother, it could be said to be a rather extreme introduction! At one point, in Ekaterinburg, we had gone shopping and brought a LOT of food to last us the next train leg. It was hot, and to be honest, I wither in anything above 23 degrees. Our collective Russian was pretty poor, and so there was no choice but to walk from the supermarket back to the hotel. It quickly became apparent that we were unprepared for carrying so much stuff in the rather excessive heat. Mr Girlymicro was in charge of directions. Every block he  would turn to us and say ‘nearly there, just one more block’. Every time we believed him until after 17 blocks we made it back. Thus, the phrase ‘just one more block’ was born in our household as a way to tackle a challenge that feels truly insurmountable.

The last few weeks have been pretty hard, and this phrase has been used quite a lot. I’ve not been feeling great post COVID, and when I don’t feel great physically, I also struggle mentally. I tend to spiral about interactions and struggle to find the perspective to determine if anything I’ve done is any good. At the same point, I am aware that this is a transient state, and I’m cognisant that I am in it. It’s just, weirdly, sometimes knowing that doesn’t make it feel that much better. The thing is though, life doesn’t stop when you’re not at your best, when you’re not having your best day. Life continues, and sometimes you just have to put on your big girl pants and deliver anyway.  Sometimes, the only way is through. So, here are some of my thoughts on just making it through the day when the world gets tough.

Take one step (or block), one action at a time

Sometimes, when I’m finding things very challenging, I have to focus on super short term goals. Sometimes that can be getting through the week, sometimes that can be getting through the day and frankly sometimes that can mean I take the world 10 minutes at a time and focus my world down to a pin point. This may seem a little crazy, but it’s the way I trick my mind and stop being either physically or mentally overwhelmed by the big picture. I may not know how I’m going to survive running a week long course when ill, but I can picture myself surviving the next 10 minutes. All I have to then do is rinse and repeat.

If it’s workload that is overwhelming me, I do the same thing, just with tasks. Instead of focussing on all the things I have to achieve and feeling panicked, I make a commitment to myself that I will complete a single thing. That single thing can then flex depending on my capacity, it could be as simple as making a single call or sending a single email, it could be as complex as reading through a PhD thesis. It’s not the complexity that matters, it’s the commitment to a single act. Doing enough of these then means that without worrying about the whole, I’m still making headway. Now, obviously, in an ideal world you would do this in order of priority, but frankly some days that just doesn’t work for me. Sometimes, I’m just in too deep. Something is better than nothing.

Progress is not always visible, find/make what markers you can

The more senior I become, the less able I seem to be to be able to see progress. So much of what I do now can feel really amorphous. Sometimes, I really miss the days when I would spend a Friday Sanger sequencing, with the radio on. I would start the day with nothing and end it with results that I would phone out to support patient care. The achievements were visible. They felt tangible. The world I live in now is more strategic and tasks run for months, if not years often. It’s harder, therefore, to KNOW you’ve achieved or made a difference. This is the nature of the work, but I’ve learnt that I need some form of progress markers, just to maintain momentum. I therefore try to make sure that I make some milestones, even if the project as a whole doesn’t require them for reporting.

This sounds easier than it is sometimes, and to be honest, I’m still a work in progress on how to do it well. Mostly it’s challenging as this takes time and space to reflect in order to determine what these milestones should be, and this is not something I always grant myself until necessity hits. If you make the time investment in the planning phase it does make it easier in the long term to see the wood for the trees. These milestones may need to be a little inventive as not all long term tasks lend themselves to this process easily. Mine can be anything getting X to produce document Y (or even seeing a draft), to managing to pin A down for a meeting that’s been cancelled for the last 3 years. Whatever it is, it’s about acknowledging that just managing to get that small piece of the puzzle in place is progress.

Acknowledge that you don’t have to spend every day changing the world

I’m super guilty of this one, I have delusions of superhero status, but I am not wonder woman, and neither are you. Some days, everything comes together, and we make massive leaps forward. What we often don’t acknowledge in these moments of great success is the the number of days it took to get us there where it felt like zero progress was occurring. Any big change is not a single moment. It’s many much smaller, less visible moments that suddenly come together in a way that is apparent. In the words of Hamilton, ‘I’m not standing still, I’m lying in wait’. It can be hard to recognise and value those ‘waiting’ moments however.

Not just that, though. We can’t function at 100% all the time, we’ll at least I can’t.  If you try, it means that you end up with huge peaks and troughs as you drain your battery. I’m rubbish at doing this in practice, but I acknowledge that what is needed is consistency in order to create impact. Small steps often get you further than single huge leaps. If we set all of our energy on trying to leap tall buildings rather than putting one foot in front of the other, we may actually be making life both harder for ourselves and be less effective. We have to know when to look at the sky and when to look at our feet.

Don’t treat yourself in a way you wouldn’t treat a friend

My inner critic is not kind. Right now, for instance, I’m having a real ‘you don’t really achieve or do anything’ inner dialogue. The thing is, I would never treat someone else the way I treat myself. I would remind someone else of all the progress they’ve made, I would remind them of their benchmarks, I would give them a reality check on their expectations of both themselves and the environment they are in. I would remind them that mistakes and failure are human and, in fact, a crucial part of learning and having a growth mindset. I would do all these things for others, but I struggle to do them for myself. I guess writing this blog is often my way of having kinder conversations with myself.

The way we speak to ourselves matters. Our self-talk, our inner monologue really does impact on how we see the world and how we respond to challenges. I’m trying to be cognisant of this and (between blog writing) actively pep talk myself when trying to manage challenges, or sometimes just get through the day. I’m also super lucky to be able to reach out to Mr Girlymicro for a ‘just one more block’ conversation when I can’t get there myself.

Know who you can show your real face to

Sometimes, as I mentioned above, our inner critic is just too strong, or the external forces are too overwhelming. In this case, you may not be able to get there on your own. You may have to reach out and have that moment of vulnerability with someone else to get through. I love a good sounding board, I think they add so much value, and I’m fortunate to have a number of people who I can show the true unpolished version of myself to who will take the appropriate cues of what I need in the moment. I also have you guys who give your time to read my rambling thought processes and always support my thinking and discussion around it.

Reaching out can be a double-edged sword however, you need to know who you can go through this process with. If you are at point where you are already slightly crushed by your inner dialogue, the last thing you need is someone who will escalate that voice. At the same point, you need to have someone who you trust to call you out if that’s what’s needed. There are times when you just tea and sympathy, there are times when you want coaching, there are times when you want advice, there are times when you need someone to call bullshit on your excuses and push you over the hump you’ve created. You need to know that you are with someone who can pivot to what is actually needed in the conversation, and who knows you well enough to be able to read what you need. Either that or you need to be able to reflect enough and go to the right person for the right things. There’s nothing worse than really needing a sympathetic ear and ending up with a lecture on how to do it better that echoes all the criticism you’ve already been giving yourself. Support is invaluable, but choose your route wisely.

Bribery works, for me anyway

I’ve already talked about breaking the world down into manageable chunks of time, or tasks, in order to be able to move forward by inches if needed. If you are strong of mind and have will power this approach on it’s own may be enough, I however still feel like I have the mind of somewhat upset toddler, and so sometimes will power enough doesn’t cut it for me. Sometimes I need to bribe myself. This shouldn’t work as I know as an adult that I can just decide to get these things anyway, and yet for me it still does. I bribe myself with anything from a biscuit and a cup of tea if I manage the next 1000 words to if I make myself run a half marathon I can buy myself that dress I’ve been lusting after. Sometimes completion of the task in itself is enough reward, especially if getting it off my list leads to a decrease in stress level, but honestly right now I just move from one immovable deadline to the next and something more is needed.

There is also something to be said for celebrating some of the milestones, for celebrating progress rather than waiting for the pay off or success. This means that you are more aware of those milestones happening and value them, instead of using an end point to determine how you feel about a task or yourself. Sometimes you might not succeed at the end goal, but you will have learnt a lot along the way, by celebrating the milestones you can therefore remember progress made rather than focussing on the failure.

Some days, it’s merely the act of showing up that counts

If all of the tips and tricks don’t work, if all the chocolate on the globe still wouldn’t cut it, sometimes you have to remember that you are still showing up. You are still working on being present. You may not make the progress that day you wished to make, that deadline may have flown past with you barely able to engage with it, but there is always tomorrow and the hope that it will be better than today. It may not be the perfection that you wanted, but that doesn’t mean that what you’ve produced doesn’t have value. Finally, and I mean this with every ounce of my being, your value as a human being is not tied to what you produce. You have value irrespective of your successes and failures. You have value in just being you, and there is no deadline on that.

All opinions in this blog are my own