Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Christine is our Guest Writer today. Everything that I know, like, respect and appreciate about her is inherent, implied and obvious in the following ‘how-we-met’ story.
back in Feb 2013, I came across a blog titled, Considerings. A good writer, (apparently) new to the ‘sphere and, despite being a clark, very open about the turmoil in her life. I began to write comments on her Posts, in the hope that something from the Doctrine perspective might prove to be useful/helpful. At this time, there were maybe 4 Comments for any given Post, (and) made something of an initial connection. Then, totally out of the blue, I received a Comment at the Doctrine, that read,
“I have been seeing your comments on Considerer’s posts, and was a bit curious as to what the clark/roger/scotts you mention means. Now that I’m here, I thought I had it figured out. I think. I do believe I’m a scott. But then I read this post, and got confused all over again. I’ll keep trying. :)”
my immediate reaction was to smile and think, ‘damn! Lizzi has a scottian friend! instinctively, unhesitatingly protective!’
Since that time, I’ve come to know Christine better, (from her blog and as a co-host at the TToT), and, whenever a New Reader says something like, ‘yeah, but don’t you have to ask the other person if they agree with the worldview thing? how can I know about a person when I’ve just met them?… I smile.
…Christine?
On May 5, I did a dumb thing. I played in a soccer game with a bunch of 7th and 8th graders. That in itself isn’t dumb, but playing like it was the final game of the World Cup most certainly was. Instead of letting the 8th grader just take the ball and try to shoot, I decided he wasn’t going to get a point on my watch and kicked it into high gear. I beat him to the ball, like I knew I could, but when my foot planted, my body kept going. I went down. Think “agony of defeat” guy, without the skies, snow, and downhill parts but with the twisting, falling, crashing, and wailing.
To say I hurt my knee is an understatement. The physical therapist actually said, “I must be honest, I stopped reading the list of things wrong with your knee halfway through. You are messed up!” Surgery is planned.
For the first week after the “major trauma” to my knee, I was unable to do much of anything. I alternated between excruciating pain and loopiness from the pain medicine and just sat doing nothing all day long. This is not a good thing for a person of my worldview. According to the Wakefield Doctrine, I am a scott. Clark has said many times that he was excited to have some scotts in the group of readers, so you clarks and rogers can get a better understanding of us. Well, the day has come for him to really get inside my head to see how we operate.
A healthy scott on a school morning…
Get up before anyone else, cut up fruit, prepare breakfast, make sure kindergartener’s backpack has everything in it, fill out forms, write lunch checks, put kindergartener’s clothes out, make sure everyone brushes teeth, remind high schooler to take his phone, go over afternoon schedule with all, kisses and well wishes for the day as they all walk out the door.
An injured scott trapped in bed on a school morning…
Sit up in bed, listen intently to everyone downstairs, grumble that no one is eating anything but cereal, silently scream in her head “For the love of all that is holy, how hard is it to get a piece of fruit or hard boiled egg out of the fridge”, catch a glimpse of a child who dressed in uniform pants he pulled out of his gym bag for the 4th day in a row and holler for him to find a new pair, grumble when he pretends not to hear, take note of how many kids make it to their bathroom to brush teeth, grumble when only 3 out of 5 do, pray that husband has given the kindergartener the kindergartener’s clothes to wear and not his older brother’s, mentally go through the list of things to remind the children, spew entire list at husband when he comes in the bedroom to say goodbye, grumble when he only remembers one thing on the list, pitifully yell to the family “Don’t forget to come say goodbye,” then grumble when no one hears.
A healthy scott at the 8th grade graduation dinner…
Make way to table that “clark” husband has chosen, stopping to chat with no less than 5 people along the way, finally sit down when emcee asks the group to take their seats, scan the room constantly to see who is there, who they are sitting with, what they’re wearing, chat with at least 5 more people as we wait in line at the buffet, talk with the other people at my table while I eat, get up to get a dessert and never make it back to the table, (so many people to talk to!), get drug out by husband once all but the cleanup crew has left.
An injured scott at the 8th grade graduation dinner…
Slowly hobble in on crutches, stop to talk with no one but answer, “What did you do to yourself?” with a swift, “Played soccer with the kids” at least 30 times, sit at the table as soon as I can and stay there for the duration of the party, eat whatever husband brings back from the buffet, watch with envy as everyone has fun, leave as soon as 8th grader will allow.
A healthy scott during the day…
Shower, do laundry, feed chickens, check to make sure pigs are alive, mow lawn, do more laundry, check social media multiple times, do more laundry, pick up, organize, do more laundry, make all meals, clean kitchen, and basically run ragged all day long.
An injured scott during the day…
Sit on the couch and notice the furniture needs dusting, the floor needs scrubbed, the toys need put away, the socks discarded all around need picked up, the shoes the kids carelessly left at the door need put away; ponder all of the things most likely being neglected in other rooms, like the laundry piling up the clutter of school and soccer paraphernalia being scattered around the house, the pigs getting sicker and sicker, the bathroom floor getting covered with towels and shin guards and dirty clothes and random crap left in there, and dirty dishes being left all over the counters and the tables; order all children to do all the things; bite tongue almost off in an effort to not yell, “YOU ARE DOING ALL OF THE THINGS WRONG!!”
An injured clark or roger in physical therapy…
I have no idea. Clark will have to fill you in on this.
An injured scott in physical therapy…
Talk to the therapist about good pain and bad pain, talk and laugh with all other therapists and patients throughout the session, religiously follow all instructions and do all exercises at home, ice the knee three times a day, then two days after the first therapy appointment, come off the crutches and shock all therapists with the progress made.
We scotts are doers. We scotts work a room (or field) like a boss. We scotts play with all we’ve got. Sometimes in all of that doing we crash and burn, but by golly, we are going to be the best damn patients you ever saw in our effort to get back to doing and working and playing.
But I would caution you to avoid us during our days of not doing. We might be a bit on the grouchy side.
Have a lovely day!
Christine
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Christine!,oh my gosh I have a sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love this awesome and funny and sweet and insightful post! I am well, so I have been up since 4 am fixing stuff for the kids! –I think I have gotten it all set now!
I feel your pain when you can’t go full steam ahead but I too love joking with doctors who are fixing me,when necessary. I also follow orders really well when I decide they are sensible..
xox jean
Congratulations on the enlightening entry–and I too use the world view all the time now:)
I love that you added “when they are sensible”. If they don’t have a good reason for me to do something, I want none of it. :)
With all 6 kids, people didn’t believe that I was in labor. Walking the halls, waiting for the babies to be born, Bryan and I would talk and laugh. The nurses and I had a great time, chatting and joking between contractions. I just can’t turn my scott off. :)
I just had all five of mine barely noticing and went on tilling the fields. hahaha — 6 kids: you show off! :)
Hahaha!! I would have stayed in the field if my husband would have let me. He’s a nervous sort. :)
those Clarks. they think they are being helpful! Gee! Who is doing the work, I ask you?
hahah
By the way I am aware of your higher standing in our “pack” and accept it. lol
Amazing guest post, my poor, injured scott.
though I dunno if you truly out-do the clarks on competitiveness…
Thanks!
I am a scott with a secondary clark. I’d take you down. :)
Clark with a secondary scott. No you wouldn’t.
I knew you were going to say that. :)
Cos I’m competitive. And when are you gonna get your lovely smiley face back onto your profile?
Why did my lovely smiley face leave my profile? Better question…I actually put a smiley face on my profile at some point? :)
At some point, you had a thingie with a smiley you-face on it. Now you don’t. I dunno which of your various commenting accounts it was but I dislike speaking with a grey blob :p
Hey she is not a “grey blob”! She is “my worldview LEADER” ! Lizzi, write a poem to her or something right now and take that back! She is … CHRISTINE! TA DA!
There once was a wonderful scott
Who, whatever her worldview, was not
Entirely quite visible
And left me so miserable
She put pix up cos she likes me a lot.
*doffs cap to Jny*
hahahaha!!! Love it! xoxoxoxox <3 all hail the other world view cute person!
Very illustrative! Loved this both because of how beautifully it shows Christine, and how it furthers my understanding of scotts. By golly, I’ve got way more scott than I thought (and my mother is So Scott). Further complicates the mixture, Clark. Still not convinced I have a predominant one.
Thanks Sarah! I am a bit worried that I didn’t know what the heck I was talking about as far as the WD goes and confused people. Which parts did you think described you?
Nice going Christine. ..I think the major difference between a clark and scott in PT is the Clark wont be working the room while rehabing….but the competition for bestest patient would be on!
Thanks! Oh, yeah. There are people who have therapy the same time as me who don’t say much of anything. Must be clarks.
AS for best patient, see my reply to Lizzi’s comment. :)
And there’s that Scott fighting streak!!
Always. I have a really hard time turning it off.
*strokes beard* is that so…
“I am not a grey blog!!! I am a human being!!!”
(D Merrick)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
DId you guys know he is called the ” mystery man”? He does have a name…
yes it is Eric Stolz and his mom is Cher
who? David Merrick? or me?
(if the latter, not so much being a Man of Mystery* as much as thinking, ‘the best Host is an invisible Host’… jeez, huh? if we didn’t already have the Doctrine, we could re-create it from this Post itself, today!)
*most …of Obscurity (or maybe) …of Inscrutabilty(?!?)
Its Joseph Merrick… Wow , youre a bit touchy eh? You sure you aint no stinkin’ roger?
lol no!! not the deformed impresario! not him!!
your quote was so ” I am not an animal!” WHo the hell is D. Merrick? I can go google….
‘splain Lucy, cant find him….no matter…. I prefer a visible host… not just here… anywhere… not that you asked…
This entire thread has me completely baffled.
they are talking about The Elephant Man, who said, “I am a man, not an animal!” but I just threw in a movie about someone with the same disorder called “The Mask”, starring Eric Stolz and Cher. jean
Thank you! I never saw either one.
You are welcome!
jean xox
lol that was my ‘cover’ for the error in the name!… I got the elephant man’s first name wrong and then went (hopefully) with a ‘dodge reference’ to the Broadway producer of (nearly) the same name.
ha
ha
damn!! that was supposed to be “…a grey blob….blob!! not blog!!!”
(talk about your clarklike accidental, self-reflectionary insights! aiyye!)
just pretend you were channeling the great Steve McQueen and needed to say the blog for a reason…how is that! does that make it better?
si senora
CALM DOWN, Clark! Its also J. Merrick but no one was having a cow over that either!
Thank you, Christine for such an excellent Post… (no! don’t stop the commentationing on my account… my timezone is catching up with me… I’ll be back in the morning).
(Good view into the scottian worldview btw…)
Glad I could help with the guest posting you needed. :)
(I have said before), with the worldview thing, we can (and do) know how any of (the three of us) will act in, pretty much any situation …we can even imitate each other (with pretty good accuracy), but there is no mistaking ‘the real thing’. While all personality theories have, as an ambition, this ‘ability to recognize’ the person(s)-of-a-given-type, it is the virtual nature of the internet/blogosphere to actually serves as testament to the efficacy of the Wakefield Doctrine! To be able to recognize one personality type, in ‘print’ only, is very, very cool.
Thank you again for the ‘direct look’ into the reality of the Predator (aka the scottian worldview).
re-reading my thank you Comment just now, can you guess my worldview?
lol
see how well this Doctrine works?
Christine! Excellent post:)
It must have been pure hell. Being laid up the way you were. Pretty cool that you just decided one day enough was enough and gone were the crutches!
And Clark? You have a very nice “how we met” story:) I bet there’s a lot of people whose first meeting with a scott was not so, shall we say, “serene”. I remember one of my first encounters with the Progenitor scott. Let’s just say it was loud and volatile lol
Thank you!
I just needed to know what I needed to do to get better. I could then scoff at the pain and persevere.
Jean, thank you for sticking up for me while I was gone!
Lizzi, don’t think of me as a blob but a happy snowman. :)
I’ll always have your back! jean
I love your post – great explanations! I love to read here and I often think I “get” it, but then I start second-guessing and pretty much just leave without commenting because I’m pretty sure I’ll get it wrong if I do. This was a great read!
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the real secret (to deciphering the Wakefield Doctrine) is to go with your first guess… mostly is the correct answer,
Thank you, Lisa!
It took me a while to figure out the things I know. I’m pretty good with the scott stuff, but I certainly don’t understand things that deal with clarks and rogers. Although, I can usually pick out people who aren’t scotts. Don’t be discouraged. And don’t worry about getting anything wrong. I asked plenty of questions to just get to my current understanding.
Christine
Well said…