SENSITIVITY TRAINING
Years ago, about 1968, I was living on state welfare. I hated it and wanted to support myself and my boys. I didn’t have any training in anything useful. I had been a telephone operator but those jobs were few and far between in San Diego. I worked in Prove as a telephone operator. They hired lots of wives as operators each year. San Diego wasn’t like that. I’m not a person that can just learn on the job so I was very miserable. And the welfare person over my case didn’t want me to work. He said I should be home with my children. Yes, I wanted that too. But I felt so worthless living off welfare. And people made fun of me at drug and grocery stores when they saw my food stamps. I was humiliated.
I asked the person over my case if I could have some help with an education so I could get off welfare. He reluctantly said there was some help available. I researched many occupations and schools. So many jobs took 4 years. Then I found a Dental Assistant school which only took 3 months and applied for admission. I was accepted by the school and the state was willing to help me with the tuition. Oh, happy day. I could get an education and go to work in 3 months. But first I had to take a Sensitivity Training class.
This was a big thing in the 60s. Very new and cutting edge training to learn to get along with your fellow workers. I attended the class in downtown San Diego somewhere. I can’t remember. There were 5 women and 5 men. We had to UNDERSTAND what another person was telling us. We had to read their body language and look into their eyes and really UNDERSTAND them. I thought this was nuts. It was obvious that everyone was hiding their true feelings. And some of the guys were always trying to read into what the women were saying. Some men made everything sexual. It was creepy. Eventually it was banned. But I got through it and went to my dental assistant class.
I did very well in the class. I had the highest grades and was quite popular with the other students and the teacher. This upset the administration. When they interviewed me they made it abundantly clear that I was going to be watched and if I made one wrong move, I would be kicked out. Sheesh!
The class elected me to give the graduation speech, which was very upsetting to the administration. They tried to stop my participation but I called the person over my case and he put a halt to that. I graduated and got a job.
That was Sensitivity Training of the 60s. Really creepy. Not one of the facilitators was trained in any way. Some of the women had a difficult time “opening up.” And then it turned out they had been molested. Boy that was scary to have that come up with a facilitator who didn’t know what they were doing.
ME AND GAIL AND SENSITIVITY TRAINING
When I was in Mesa AZ I was having a difficult time with some folks in church. I had to work with them and was in a somewhat supervisory position. They always seemed to put me in a situation where I had to tell them they couldn’t do something according to the church policies. This made me very nervous because they kept telling me what they were going to do, like take all the young women to Las Vegas. For what? For a T-shirt convention. Hmm. No, unless they wanted to do it on their own insurance as the church insurance wouldn’t cover the trip, according to the bishop. Oh, they were mad.
I complained a lot to my friend Gail and she was getting very tired of my complaining. One day she said; “No offense taken, no offense given!” I said; “What?” And Gail repeated it. I had to write it down. It took me a bit to really understand what it meant, but when I did get it I made it my own. I love that saying. Sometimes the natural man in me reacts but I do try to live by that motto as much as I can.
Does it mean I can’t be “right” ever? Well, to me it means that “right” probably doesn’t matter really. I still had to make sure the young women didn’t go on trips or to events that were not appropriate on the church’s dime. But it meant that I didn’t have to get upset at the other leaders when they gave me a bad time. It was their problem. I do not have to get upset no matter what.
CUBS AND SENSITIVITY TRAINING
My next association with sensitivity training was in Mesa AZ. Merlin and I were teaching Cub Scouts. We had a bunch of great Cubs. One of them was not a member of the Church. I had always had non-members in my Church Packs. It made the Packs so much better and the parents were great. We had a Navy Chaplin, a truck driver, and others. Lots of great folks.
Sometimes the kids who didn’t have church experience were a little bit edgy and rough. This included the LDS kids who didn’t have much experience with church. But the Cub program really was wonderful and things usually worked out.
This one time however, the boys were roughhousing and teasing at school and the church boys were forming a bit of a coalition against the one non-member. The non-member finally had had enough and told one of the boys that his mother was fat. This apparently was the worst thing that any of them could think of. The church boy vowed to never go to Cub Scouts again if that other boy was there, who said his mother was fat. His mother wasn't fat, but I don’t think that was really the issue. All the boys were in an uproar.
Both sets of parents called me complaining about each offending boy. There was certainly a case for each side. But who was right and who was wrong wasn’t really the problem. Learning to get along when things don’t go the way we want was the problem.
I called each offending boy and parents and asked them to come to the next Den Meeting. I then asked the dad with the fat wife (just kidding) to talk at the meeting about how we should try to get along with one another. He was a policeman and I knew he had to take sensitive training (not like mine I hope) so I thought he would be sensitive to everyone’s feelings.
The boys were great. They listened with great attention to the policeman dad’s talking about how we should watch what we say and how we say it. We should be considerate of everyone’s feelings.
Then I thanked him and reiterated what he said and supported the importance of always trying to be kind and helpful to folks.
Then I also talked about how we should not always take offense at what people say. We do not have to react to everything. We have choice. We can get upset at what people say or do or we can ignore it. Bad behavior does not have to affect us or our behavior or attitudes. We do not have to be “right.” We can look at the bigger picture, such as why should I take offense and ruin my fun at Cub Scouts? Or how will my taking offense affect my family and my friends? And we don't have to proliferate the commotion by enlisting others in support of our side of the situation.
I then put it to the officer dad and asked him what he thought of trying to be less easily offended. He agreed and went on to elaborate on that point.
We had a great meeting and everyone felt much better after my little Sensitivity Training with dads and Cubs.
BEYOND SENSITIVITY TRAINING
Of course there are some things that are just Beyond the Pale, and our feelings are deeply hurt and raw. I love the saying Beyond the Pale. The Pale was an area delineated by fences in English Ireland in the 1400s, near Dublin. Living Beyond the Pale was living in uncivilized society. Offenses that are Beyond the Pale are the times that prayer and fasting is of help to me, and time. One of our daughter’s in law said she doesn’t want any empty seats. I’m am quite impressed with that. I think I will make it my own too.
“No offense taken, no offense given.”
“No empty seats.”
Friday, March 19, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
HOW I MISSED OUT WEARING THE DUNCE CAP IN SECOND GRADE
As a young child, I was sick a lot and missed so much school. It made me feel like a new student whenever I came back to class. It felt like I had to fit in anew. In second grade I was back in class after a two week absence. I always tried to look around to see if there were any changes in the room or sitting arrangements. This time I noticed a new stool at the front of the room with a cheerful yellow pointed hat sitting on it.
We were working at our desks on a reading assignment when the teacher asked for our attention. As I looked up from my desk, there was Tommy sitting on the nice stool wearing the colorful cap. I thought that this was surely some honor to be sitting up in the front of the room wearing that pretty cap. Perhaps Tommy was being honored for his reading ability. I thought; “I can read well.” Then she asked if anyone else wanted to sit there and wear the cap. I raised my hand. When she saw me she said; “Oh Anitra! Put down your hand. You don’t want to be sitting there! It‘s the dunces stool!” Then I realized it wasn’t an honor to be there and she wasn’t really asking for volunteers.
I didn’t know what a dunce was until that day. I learned it was a good idea to just keep a low profile after coming back from a long absence. It would also be better to listen and observe before making a comment. I was momentarily embarrassed, but I thought that since I hadn’t been there when the dunce chair/hat was explained, I could forget my awkwardness. No one teased me about my blunder.
We were working at our desks on a reading assignment when the teacher asked for our attention. As I looked up from my desk, there was Tommy sitting on the nice stool wearing the colorful cap. I thought that this was surely some honor to be sitting up in the front of the room wearing that pretty cap. Perhaps Tommy was being honored for his reading ability. I thought; “I can read well.” Then she asked if anyone else wanted to sit there and wear the cap. I raised my hand. When she saw me she said; “Oh Anitra! Put down your hand. You don’t want to be sitting there! It‘s the dunces stool!” Then I realized it wasn’t an honor to be there and she wasn’t really asking for volunteers.
I didn’t know what a dunce was until that day. I learned it was a good idea to just keep a low profile after coming back from a long absence. It would also be better to listen and observe before making a comment. I was momentarily embarrassed, but I thought that since I hadn’t been there when the dunce chair/hat was explained, I could forget my awkwardness. No one teased me about my blunder.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Why I became a Dental Hygienist
I've worked as a dental hygienist for 30 years. It has worked very well for me. There was a very satisfying interval of about 7 years, when I was home with my children; our little family was living the dream life. We went to church and did things as a family. Very nice existence. But I had the feeling that something was going to happen to change this beautiful life. I had a feeling within me that my life would change and I needed to prepare for a difficult time ahead. I studied the Gospel, went to church, had lots of family time and activities, and did all I could think of to strengthen myself and my family.
Then in 1976 my husband, Robert, had a heart attack. While we were out to a movie, he began feeling like he had indigestion. He went to get a 7-UP. It didn’t help so he wanted to go home. We were in the parking lot when I was able to get a good look at him. I decided to drive right to the Balboa Naval Hospital Emergency. He was admitted to the Coronary Care Unit. He was sent home after two weeks and was told that he needed to slow down, quit smoking and drinking, which he did. But he was still having symptoms and decided to move to another branch of Patterson Dental Company where there might be less stress. They valued his work so much they gave him his choice. He could pick anywhere they had an office.
He chose Portland, OR. We arrived Dec 23rd of 1977 and Robert had his first open heart surgery Feb 16, 1978. It failed by June. He told me that he wanted me to get an education so that if he died I would be able to support the family.
My research indicated it would take me 4 years of schooling to be able to make enough income to support the family. I looked into teaching and other professions, and then I remembered dental hygiene.
I had been a dental assistant in my 20s when I was alone with two babies to support. It didn't make enough money and I made up my mind to become a dental hygienist if I ever had to work again.
My research indicated it would take me 4 years of schooling to be able to make enough income to support the family. I looked into teaching and other professions, and then I remembered dental hygiene. Still I thought I'd like to do something in my major at college when I was 19, Sociology or Social Work. Looking at the earnings in that field, I went back to thinking Dental Hygiene.
I researched the schools in our area. There were 7 schools within driving distance. I picked the closest school for convenience, which happened to be the 10th ranked dental hygiene school in the nation. This profession would only take me 3+ years.
I was worried and anxious about being so involved in something for such a long time. What would happen to my family if I was absent from home so much? I was very involved with my children and Robert. Robert was having so much trouble managing his heart disease. It just seemed such a long time to finish my education to be able to support my family. Who knew what would happen in the interim, and would I be employable as a 40 year old dental hygienist? Being 40 years old was a worry because 95% of hygienists are in their early 20s and look like they could be models. My friend said, “You will be 40 years old in 4 years anyway, and if you don’t go to school you still won’t be able to support your family.” Ah, that did it. I was committed to becoming the best hygienist I could, so I would be employable when I graduated.
I spent my first quarter taking only allied health math. It took me 8 hours to finish my first day’s homework. It had been so long since I had taken any classes my brain was mush. I got faster as I went. I got an A because the teacher was terrific. He had a master’s degree in math. He answered every question asked, even if it had been asked before. He loved math so much, it rubbed off on us.
I took my pre-requisites, getting all As. Then I applied to the Dental Hygiene Program and they accepted me, thankfully. I was 37 years old. Most of the students were just out of high school. I was aware that my age would be a factor when applying for a job, so I determined to be the best hygienist I possibly could be.
Robert’s second open heart surgery was my first week in dental hygiene school.
Then in 1976 my husband, Robert, had a heart attack. While we were out to a movie, he began feeling like he had indigestion. He went to get a 7-UP. It didn’t help so he wanted to go home. We were in the parking lot when I was able to get a good look at him. I decided to drive right to the Balboa Naval Hospital Emergency. He was admitted to the Coronary Care Unit. He was sent home after two weeks and was told that he needed to slow down, quit smoking and drinking, which he did. But he was still having symptoms and decided to move to another branch of Patterson Dental Company where there might be less stress. They valued his work so much they gave him his choice. He could pick anywhere they had an office.
He chose Portland, OR. We arrived Dec 23rd of 1977 and Robert had his first open heart surgery Feb 16, 1978. It failed by June. He told me that he wanted me to get an education so that if he died I would be able to support the family.
My research indicated it would take me 4 years of schooling to be able to make enough income to support the family. I looked into teaching and other professions, and then I remembered dental hygiene.
I had been a dental assistant in my 20s when I was alone with two babies to support. It didn't make enough money and I made up my mind to become a dental hygienist if I ever had to work again.
My research indicated it would take me 4 years of schooling to be able to make enough income to support the family. I looked into teaching and other professions, and then I remembered dental hygiene. Still I thought I'd like to do something in my major at college when I was 19, Sociology or Social Work. Looking at the earnings in that field, I went back to thinking Dental Hygiene.
I researched the schools in our area. There were 7 schools within driving distance. I picked the closest school for convenience, which happened to be the 10th ranked dental hygiene school in the nation. This profession would only take me 3+ years.
I was worried and anxious about being so involved in something for such a long time. What would happen to my family if I was absent from home so much? I was very involved with my children and Robert. Robert was having so much trouble managing his heart disease. It just seemed such a long time to finish my education to be able to support my family. Who knew what would happen in the interim, and would I be employable as a 40 year old dental hygienist? Being 40 years old was a worry because 95% of hygienists are in their early 20s and look like they could be models. My friend said, “You will be 40 years old in 4 years anyway, and if you don’t go to school you still won’t be able to support your family.” Ah, that did it. I was committed to becoming the best hygienist I could, so I would be employable when I graduated.
I spent my first quarter taking only allied health math. It took me 8 hours to finish my first day’s homework. It had been so long since I had taken any classes my brain was mush. I got faster as I went. I got an A because the teacher was terrific. He had a master’s degree in math. He answered every question asked, even if it had been asked before. He loved math so much, it rubbed off on us.
I took my pre-requisites, getting all As. Then I applied to the Dental Hygiene Program and they accepted me, thankfully. I was 37 years old. Most of the students were just out of high school. I was aware that my age would be a factor when applying for a job, so I determined to be the best hygienist I possibly could be.
Robert’s second open heart surgery was my first week in dental hygiene school.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Service Auction
In our Relief Society, we are supposed to do service for people all year. At this time of year we have a Service Auction, where we track our service activities for about a 6 week period, for which we get points. So many points for each act of service. Then we donate items or services for a Service Auction. There is a light dinner and then the party begins. We are alloted Monopoly money for our service points, and then bid on the items we donated.
I donated pumpkin bread, brownies and a taco dinner for two at my house. They sold pretty well. I was happy with that.
Last night I really got lucky and got loads of stuff. I usually bid on nearly everything because it is so much fun. People thought I had more money than anyone because I got so much. I can't help it if the bidding stopped on my last bid.
I got a radiant heat cooker, computer advice, editing advice, an Indian dinner, and a spring statue. Also, I got a pumpkin. Well! I only had what they gave me! I just got lucky. I'm usually never lucky in these kinds of things.
I donated pumpkin bread, brownies and a taco dinner for two at my house. They sold pretty well. I was happy with that.
Last night I really got lucky and got loads of stuff. I usually bid on nearly everything because it is so much fun. People thought I had more money than anyone because I got so much. I can't help it if the bidding stopped on my last bid.
I got a radiant heat cooker, computer advice, editing advice, an Indian dinner, and a spring statue. Also, I got a pumpkin. Well! I only had what they gave me! I just got lucky. I'm usually never lucky in these kinds of things.
Friday, October 16, 2009
HP Printer woes
My printer woes.
I got my printer about 1/1/2 years ago. It has never really worked perfectly. I thought the software wasn't installing well or completly. I would lose it on the loptop and have to save my printing jobs on a flash drive and print them from Merlin's computer. Finally, our router went down. The tech people think someone got in and messed it up. I didn't have it on a secure setting. B(
So, we got a new router and I thought that since I was messing with installing the router, why don't I make the printer useable. So, I uninstalled the software, rebooted, reinstalled, hunted for the router wirelessly from the laptop, then through the router from Merlin's computer. Never found the printer. I went through the HP directions for installing and connecting to a router wirelessly, and through an Ethernet connection. Didn't connect and couldn't find the printer. So, I uninstalled, reinstalled, rebooted both computers and so on. I did this several times. Then we had a friend over for dinner and since he is a computer engineer, I asked him to check this printer/ router situation out. He went through the same things I did and said I had done it all. Not to mention I had done it all several times.
Finally, After working on it again on Tuesday from 4:30AM to 6:30M, I gave in and called hp tech support and paid the $35. My warranty was out. The hp tech support lady worked for 5 hours on both computers and printer to no avail. She really did everything, rummaging around both computers, the routher and the printer. Finally, we were both tired and I said I needed to eat. It had been from 4:30AM to 12noon. I told her to go get a diet Coke and call me back.
Her last comment was that it was a router problem. I mentioned the software issue I had told her about before, and she told me to download the entire installation package online and wait for her call to install. OK. The package was too large and timed out, so I just installed it first on Merlin's computer. I had done this so many times.
I was talking with my friend, just clicking on "next" or "yes" or whatever, not even seeing what was happening. All of a sudden, I was asked if I wanted to print a test page! Yikes! I just shouted. YES, I wanted to print a test page. And it did print.
Then I installed it on my laptop, and the same thing happened. A test page. How very wonderful. I was elated and feeling pretty smug. Because, I figured it out. I'm the one who suggested installing a new version of the installation software.
HP tech support called me just as I had finished installing it on my laptop. I was so excited and told the new individual the whole thing. He just laughed. I asked him, "Am I hearing there will be a job offer?" He really laughed then.
My laptop is still having some problems with keeping the printer enabled, but I do have some diagnostics helping me with that issue. I'm hoping to have that resolved soon.
Still, we can print now, both of us. I am feeling quite happy with finally figuring this out. AW
I got my printer about 1/1/2 years ago. It has never really worked perfectly. I thought the software wasn't installing well or completly. I would lose it on the loptop and have to save my printing jobs on a flash drive and print them from Merlin's computer. Finally, our router went down. The tech people think someone got in and messed it up. I didn't have it on a secure setting. B(
So, we got a new router and I thought that since I was messing with installing the router, why don't I make the printer useable. So, I uninstalled the software, rebooted, reinstalled, hunted for the router wirelessly from the laptop, then through the router from Merlin's computer. Never found the printer. I went through the HP directions for installing and connecting to a router wirelessly, and through an Ethernet connection. Didn't connect and couldn't find the printer. So, I uninstalled, reinstalled, rebooted both computers and so on. I did this several times. Then we had a friend over for dinner and since he is a computer engineer, I asked him to check this printer/ router situation out. He went through the same things I did and said I had done it all. Not to mention I had done it all several times.
Finally, After working on it again on Tuesday from 4:30AM to 6:30M, I gave in and called hp tech support and paid the $35. My warranty was out. The hp tech support lady worked for 5 hours on both computers and printer to no avail. She really did everything, rummaging around both computers, the routher and the printer. Finally, we were both tired and I said I needed to eat. It had been from 4:30AM to 12noon. I told her to go get a diet Coke and call me back.
Her last comment was that it was a router problem. I mentioned the software issue I had told her about before, and she told me to download the entire installation package online and wait for her call to install. OK. The package was too large and timed out, so I just installed it first on Merlin's computer. I had done this so many times.
I was talking with my friend, just clicking on "next" or "yes" or whatever, not even seeing what was happening. All of a sudden, I was asked if I wanted to print a test page! Yikes! I just shouted. YES, I wanted to print a test page. And it did print.
Then I installed it on my laptop, and the same thing happened. A test page. How very wonderful. I was elated and feeling pretty smug. Because, I figured it out. I'm the one who suggested installing a new version of the installation software.
HP tech support called me just as I had finished installing it on my laptop. I was so excited and told the new individual the whole thing. He just laughed. I asked him, "Am I hearing there will be a job offer?" He really laughed then.
My laptop is still having some problems with keeping the printer enabled, but I do have some diagnostics helping me with that issue. I'm hoping to have that resolved soon.
Still, we can print now, both of us. I am feeling quite happy with finally figuring this out. AW
This week so far
Monday was a fun day at work. I got to do some SRP.
Wednesday I took a friend from our condos to the hospital for a 3 hour test. But I didn't miss my Wednesday Old Ladie Friends lunch! I met a lady in the hospital who had a liver transplant. Her daughter was the donor. Then she got hodgkin's lymphoma and her husband had a stroke and is partically disabled. We had a nice visit. She told me stories about her life, which were really funny. I told her about my blog. She thought she would start one.
Wed. night I had a political meeting here at home.
Then Thrus. I took another friend from the ward to her doctor appointment, then to her house for help with nFS. I made a lunch for us because it takes so long and I get hungry. Last time I helped her, I didn't eat for 6 hours. We got a lot accomplished with her nFS, so that was good.
Today I'm going to try to get my fancy dress finished. I got the zipper in but then I quit sewing for awhile. It shouldn't take long to finish it now. The material was so expensive, I've been afraid to complete the dress for fear of messing it up.
I'm still working on my book.
This Sunday we have a big regional conference downtown and Pres Monson will be speaking. I'm really looking forward to that.
Wednesday I took a friend from our condos to the hospital for a 3 hour test. But I didn't miss my Wednesday Old Ladie Friends lunch! I met a lady in the hospital who had a liver transplant. Her daughter was the donor. Then she got hodgkin's lymphoma and her husband had a stroke and is partically disabled. We had a nice visit. She told me stories about her life, which were really funny. I told her about my blog. She thought she would start one.
Wed. night I had a political meeting here at home.
Then Thrus. I took another friend from the ward to her doctor appointment, then to her house for help with nFS. I made a lunch for us because it takes so long and I get hungry. Last time I helped her, I didn't eat for 6 hours. We got a lot accomplished with her nFS, so that was good.
Today I'm going to try to get my fancy dress finished. I got the zipper in but then I quit sewing for awhile. It shouldn't take long to finish it now. The material was so expensive, I've been afraid to complete the dress for fear of messing it up.
I'm still working on my book.
This Sunday we have a big regional conference downtown and Pres Monson will be speaking. I'm really looking forward to that.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
It's great to have so much to do.
Here I am at age 65. So many people complain of being bored, with nothing to do in their retirement age. But I'm so blessed because I have so much to do. I'm working on my family history, writing my own story, copying old photos to my computer, helping Merlin write his story, completing a book to sell, sewing, making Christmas gifts, and enjoying our friends. This is not even mentioning household chores that are always available.
Sometimes our children invite us to do things with them, which is very rewarding for us. So many of our friends are taking care of their children and/or grand children, which is certainly an admirable thing to do. At this time, we are so blessed that our children are taking care of themselves. We are certainly willing to be of help if needed, but we are proud of them and appreciate the fact that our children are capable and resourceful in this difficult economic climate.
But most of all, I'm growing closer to my dear husband, Merlin. We married when he was 48 and I was 40. We are now 73 and 65. So we have been married 25 years. It hasn't always been easy. We had teenage children and he had some adult children when we got married. Merlin had just been hired by a commercial dishwash machine and product company and we married and moved to AZ. I didn't have a licence to work as a dental hygienist at that time. We had less than zero money. One of our neighbors had a garden and was always calling us to come get veggies from his garden. I think he just knew we had nothing. We ate on his garden and my food storage for at least a year.
We have worked hard through all the years. We are now living in a condo in the Fort Union area of Salt Lake County in a newly incorporated town of Cottonwood Heights. We finally paid off our condo, we own both cars and we are paying on our burial plan. Merlin just quit driving for Cargill Meats and we are having more time together. This has been so much fun. We are falling in love anew.
It is a good time to be alive and have so much to do. This makes me very happy. AW
Sometimes our children invite us to do things with them, which is very rewarding for us. So many of our friends are taking care of their children and/or grand children, which is certainly an admirable thing to do. At this time, we are so blessed that our children are taking care of themselves. We are certainly willing to be of help if needed, but we are proud of them and appreciate the fact that our children are capable and resourceful in this difficult economic climate.
But most of all, I'm growing closer to my dear husband, Merlin. We married when he was 48 and I was 40. We are now 73 and 65. So we have been married 25 years. It hasn't always been easy. We had teenage children and he had some adult children when we got married. Merlin had just been hired by a commercial dishwash machine and product company and we married and moved to AZ. I didn't have a licence to work as a dental hygienist at that time. We had less than zero money. One of our neighbors had a garden and was always calling us to come get veggies from his garden. I think he just knew we had nothing. We ate on his garden and my food storage for at least a year.
We have worked hard through all the years. We are now living in a condo in the Fort Union area of Salt Lake County in a newly incorporated town of Cottonwood Heights. We finally paid off our condo, we own both cars and we are paying on our burial plan. Merlin just quit driving for Cargill Meats and we are having more time together. This has been so much fun. We are falling in love anew.
It is a good time to be alive and have so much to do. This makes me very happy. AW
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