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I Think I Would Have Been a Good Spy


I have been immersed in the world of spies the past few weeks.  Reading about them and watching programs about them and their lives.  These are the super spies—the ones who are really very good at their jobs.  The stories explored the reasons why that might be so and agreed most exceptional spies came from dysfunctional, and sometimes deeply abusive, homes.  I found that interesting. 

I have spent years detailing the handicaps I have as a result of my childhood.  I had never really thought about the benefits.  For the first time I looked at my life growing up in an abusive alcoholic home and wondered what skills and qualities I picked up from that experience.

In my home; rules, conditions, and consequences changed often and rapidly.  Punishment was a constant but erratic and uneven.  I learned to plan carefully and think of all possible consequences before attempting any action.  I use that skill today.  I am a tactical genius.   I adapt to new conditions and changes in the plan very easily.  I see obstacles, solutions, and possibilities where others do not.   I know how to compromise to reach a greater goal.  I learned these skills at home.

I also learned to read people and pick up on emotions.  My hyper alertness keeps me aware of my surroundings at all times.  I can sense potential danger and get out.  I can tell when people are paying attention.  I feel the energy of a room or a person very quickly and I use that to find my way in my relationships with others.

Vagueness was an art form in my home, so I am very specific and literal.  I say what I mean.  And I question others to make sure I am clear about what they mean.   My verbal and written communication skills are at the top of the charts.

I am decisive and resourceful.  Supplies, extras, and even necessities weren't provided on any reliable basis by the adults in my home, so I learned to figure out ways to provide for myself.  I am a good cook and I can cook with whatever ingredients are around.  I'm like the MacGyver of the kitchen and the office.  Among the skills I use regularly without any training are using office software, bookkeeping, marketing, creating web pages, writing curriculum and teaching.  I just decide I can do something and figure out a way.  It may not be the easiest way or the correct way, but I get it done.

That leads me to another quality—determination.  I don't give up.  Ever.  I know I have a core of strength and persistence.  I was beat down so much as a child, and in so many ways, that I decided I was going to outlast all of it and them.  I was going to keep going. 

I'm aware that I have innate qualities and advantages and that many of my skills were preset.   I now also believe that my experience has honed some of them to a fine tune and I have managed to survive and thrive in spite of my childhood, and in some ways, because of it.

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