connected wrote on 08 Jun 2022 22:31:
An open letter to a co-worker.
(Although I'm well aware that this will be read by anyone but her or others in her situation.)
Esteemed Bas Yisrael,
I'd like to start off by acknowledging your dedicated work. You've been a fast learner and a diligent worker from the day you joined the team. Your contributions are an immeasurable part of our success.
Given the subdued environment in our company, I (BH) don't know much about your personal life. I certainly don't have enough information about your background to reach any conclusions about you. Or your personal style, which is what I want to discuss. I understand very well that it can stem from a certain childhood/family, a circle of friends, your husband's demands, or perhaps something that I cannot even think about.
My journey toward a better me has taught me to keep an open mind. So I try to do just that and not pin blame or pass judgment.
However, at the same time, in my journey, there are certain things that I cannot afford. Things that even a year ago would've delighted me. Things in which I used to invest much energy and thought.
For instance, (and this is just a small example) since I was about six years old, a certain part of the female body elicited (still elicits) a particular response from me. Whether I saw it or even just thought about it. I've speculated about this phenomenon extensively, and I found no original reason (thus far) to explain it. I've come to accept that this is how our creator wired me. For years, I would spend considerable amounts of energy trying to get a glimpse of that body part, attempting to satisfy a confused and misunderstood need. I'd ride my bike up and down the block; I'd spend hours staring out the window at the passing cars, all whilst hoping for a satisfying exhibition. I did this for close to ten years without understanding neither the cause nor the effect. By the time the concepts started clearing up and solidifying, it was an integral part of me, and if we're totally honest, I enjoyed it too much to even consider stopping. So I continued with a deeper understanding and appreciation.
More recently, I started understanding the negative effects that this action was having on me, and I started trying to break this "habit". After numerous crushing and failed attempts, I can finally say that I have a clearer grasp of this pattern of behaviors and its many moving parts. I've also learned that I need to stop blaming external factors and start focusing on my role and what I can/need to do.
As I said earlier, I'm not blaming you for the way you dress, but I hope you can understand my awkwardness when interacting with you. You see, the above-referenced body part is on full display, and it's quite triggering for me. I hope you don't take my looking away as an insult. I have nothing personally against you, Chas V'Shalom, but I have so much to lose by even taking just a taste of the visual feast laid out (perhaps unknowingly) for me.
So, in conclusion, as the wretched Costanza Jr would say, "It's not you, it's me".
But I mean it seriously.
Sincerely,
Connected
Hi Mr C, can you explain.
What the point of this long winded letter?
To a Jewish girl letters like this serve no purpose and are only demeaning. I hope no girl gets any message like this - ever!
If it’s to highlight our struggle, I get that.