Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
(In my first version), of this intro, I did a longish, semi-clever set up about going to a party and meeting someone who was the kind of person that I never have gotten to know, were it not for the party-anything-is-possible-with-sufficient-energy. If I ran into this person in a non-party situation, I probably wouldn’t have the nerve to introduce myself. Jean would have been that person… a party during high school years (damn! no way!), college? (well, maybe I might …given the pharmaceuticals available) or in an adult work environment (nope! back to, no way).
But this is the blogosphere. All of us have the opportunity to feel connected and protected, (here), the shy are brave and the confident are relaxed and so I have come to know Jean Yates, our Guest Writer. I feel fortunate for having met her, for a number of reasons that should be apparent when you read her post below. (Jean writes a blog, “…there’s Beading to be Done” that (somehow) manages to combine craft expertise, artistic insights and humor…yes, in one blog.) Go there. read. Without further adieu, lets give the floor to Jean.
Dear clark, I have never written a guest post before. I am doing this because I support you and everything you are and do. If you don’t want to use it, you don’t have to. If you want to analyze it, go right ahead. I wrote it with my eyes wide open. What you do with this guest post is actually the part I am looking forward to. xox jean
Hi! “It’s the jean show!”, as my husband Jim would sigh. With resignation. Jim is a clark. Funniest guy in the world; also terribly shy*. Very competitive, but you wouldn’t realize that unless you got him into a situation where you had to play any sort of game with him. Then he would crush you. That must mean–or does it?– that he has some scott in him? Or is it just that all three types can be competitive…they just go about it in a different way?
Jim and I once had to meet with a psychiatrist, an appointment we had to keep as the parents of a son who needed an evaluation. The shrink would not set foot in a room with our son without a 700 dollar visit with us, first. We were sitting in our chairs facing the guy, and suddenly the doctor turned to Jim and said, “You do realize you are severely ADD, don’t you? You have been shifting around in your seat, tapping your feet, and looking out the window the whole time we have been talking, here.” Jim replied, “Well, actually I have found what you are saying pretty boring, and I am in construction so I am looking out the window because I am checking the job they are doing resurfacing the asphalt on your parking lot, and I am also listening to the trucks on the main road as they accelerate because they are a lot more interesting to me than you are.”
I thought it was very funny and almost worth the money we were paying the guy to “fix” [clap clap] our kid.
The doctor also turned to me (what the heck?) and said, “Are you sure you are Bipolar I, as I see you have written here? Because you really don’t present as Bipolar I to me.” Strike two. I went back to my own doctor, and checked. He reminded me what I was like after my one manic episode in my forties. People, I am indeed Bipolar I, but ( I know now!) I am a Bipolar I SCOTT. Sometime if you would like to know what it is like to be crazy and be a scott, I will tell you. When they fixed me up with Lithium and Valium and sent me home, I decided never to fall apart again because I needed to be here 24/7 for my kids. But I had fun while it lasted. It was like a trip to a different world.
As for our son the psychiatrist was purportedly seeing? He is still not “fixed”, but he is a lot happier.
By the way, he is a clark.What is it that I think makes me a scott? Am I showing off, to be proud to be a scott? Yes! Are most of my friends clarks? Yes! Do clarks have mystique and charisma? Yes! …Whereas scotts are gawky open books, and resemble human golden retrievers when they are not on a hunt for a romantic partner? Yes..and…no?
And what of rogers? From the perspective of a scott: Try getting into the most haute social clubs without a roger member escorting you in. Try getting a loan! Try getting a second opinion! Try getting some attractive curtains!!! I mean, seriously!!! Rogers are great at stuff like that. Look around people, when we have our video chats! I rest my case! Get a roger to help you DECORATE!
However, who has the best taste in music? Probably not a roger. Maybe not a scott…well, maybe occasionally a scott! But maybe not.
I was born on the East Coast. I was trained and taught all the rules. I am glad that my rogerian mother with a strong secondary clark aspect was able to bring me up to behave properly, because it afforded choices to me I would not otherwise have had. Plus some money for a while, which helped me pay all those shrink bills.
But then again, when I turned my back on that group from which I came, I was proud of myself.
I knew exactly what I was leaving behind, and when I made this choice it was as if a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. For every Muffy, Rigden and Tibby I walked away from, I gained more freedom. I gained more freedom and the power to make choices and mistakes and screw ups which I OWN. That freedom from “what will everyone think?” is priceless to me. I will never care what everyone thinks, because I have to care what I think.
So yes, I am an outsider too, but I choose this. I choose my destiny.
I prize integrity, loyalty, intelligence, a good sense of humor, curiosity about everything in the world, food, knowing how to cook good food, any sort of creativity, originality, and great hair.
* Jim wants to state that for the record “he is not shy!”.
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