I had another deep dive into Ruby's videos today and the more I watch her, I find that I have changed my view of her and I almost (and I hate to say this because I believe her to be a really good person at her core) pity her. She is a prisoner of her fear of failure and I cannot imagine how dark her feelings for herself and her place in the world can be if she paralyses her development into full adulthood with her very narrow and childlike view of the world. Yes, see the magic, see the beauty but don't be blinkered. We all need to grow up sometime.
I am nearly twenty years older than Ruby. I have lived a full life with a marriage, children and a whole other way of seeing life and my achievements. I am not academic. I think I could have done well at English actually as I love reading and analysis and I can just about string a sentence together but at the time, I was more interested in my boyfriend who is now my husband and father to our kids. I messed up my A Levels and didn't go to uni. I got a job, drifted into and out of them and then had my children which is an education all on its own. Once my kids were old enough, I decided to change my life and retrained to be a pre-school teacher. I love it and I actually think the path I took has led me here to what I am supposed to be.
What does any of this have to do with Ruby? Well, one of the fundamental things we teach children in pre-school is how to fall. What I mean by that is what do you do if you fall over? You assess the damage, you treat the wound and you learn a lesson. This can be taken literally or figuratively. This can be applied to running into things, learning how to manage your feelings, learning how to mend friendships if you fall out. The only way to learn is to make a mistake and try again until you know how not to fall in the first place.
Perfectionism is the war that occurs when a child fears the fall because shame becomes their teacher instead of the mistake. It is such a terribly self destructive, deeply damaging and pointless pursuit. I absolutely loathe how academia rewards and encourages people like Ruby to be this way. Yes, you'll get top marks and tick all the boxes and probably earn more money as a result but what has it cost you? You cannot live a life dependent on never ever making errors. It is completely unsustainable and unrealistic. To quote the incomparable and unmistakeably wise woman that is Taylor Swift "....if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow...". She's entirely right.
I have made mistakes in my life and I am so grateful I did. I am so glad I was so lazy as an 18 year old who thought she could do no work and pass. That girl was too immature and ignorant to survive university. I'm so glad I drifted from job to job with no purpose because I met so many different people from different backgrounds. I'm so glad I had my babies early because as exhausting as it was, I learned SO much from that. I learned from the inside how parents feel and cope with their lives which is a huge advantage in my job.
I'm rambling but to conclude, mistakes are the most necessary part of life.
You cannot avoid them, so embrace them.
Fall, bleed, grow.
It's alright now.....
THIS THIS THIS 1000 times over! I am due to start my primary PGCE next month, and one of my greatest motivators to be an educator is to help my students learn “how to fail” in all the ways I didn’t… until I was 21 and faced the biggest “failure” of my life, suspending my degree 6 months out from graduation because my mental health hit rock bottom.
I was Ruby. I was the girl who measured her self worth by numbers, by grades, by social media likes, and in the end by calories too - the final thing being the tipping point, and what I fear will be Ruby’s too. All of that was embroiled in the pursuit of “perfection.”
If my recovery journey was a book, the title would be “How to fail” - to quote Elizabeth Day, who would get an honorary mention in my dedication, because her podcast by the same name has been a game changer for me!
It was during the THREE YEAR break from my degree that I decided do work experience in a primary school, and after just one day I knew that’s what I wanted to do. No question. That afternoon one student had expressed her fear of failure with me - I vividly remember it was over a shoebox doll house they were making. She was so scared of getting it wrong that she had barely started 30 minutes in!
I saw how, bytalking to her and empathising, I was able to reach her in a way that jaw stayed with me ever since. I realised that, not only could I rewrite my own story, but I could give others the tools to write their own with words that are infinitely kinder, positive and - well - accept that they are HUMAN.
As I said, It was THREE whole years before I went back to my degree. That is how long it took me to truly get my life back from the grips of an ED, which was merely a mask for the real issue of crippling perfectionism and self-worth. I write this because I do desperately fear that history will repeat itself with Ruby. Just knowing that she is doing the same degree at the same university is like dejavu, but there is one more similarity that I almost fear more than any other - the role of the “good girl”; the “perfect student.”
I played it for over a decade. At school, and then at Uni. I was the girl who didn’t so much as drink a sip of alcohol until freshers week, never went out to nightclubs and - yes - I did judge others who did. I had that superiority that i see in Ruby, because that is not what the “good girl” does. That is not what the “model student” does.
Yet that “good girl” didn’t realise how bad things had gotten; how far she had lost herself in the pursuit of perfection. She didn’t realise because the lie was so powerful she had convinced even herself it was true; that the A*s and 1sts and curated images on Instagram were somehow more real than the sunken cheeks, the dead clumps of hair, the bloodshot eyes and the silent tears.
They’re not, Ruby. And if your reading this, I only hope you realise it before it is too late. I say that as someone who geninely cares, which is more than can be said for the dozens of ”fans” on Instagram and YouTube, who at this point are no more than enablers.
I am so sorry for how long this is! But I needed to get it off my chest, as you’ll provably understand why. The quoted post really hit me - but in a good way. In that I’m so thankful I was able to “make it it the other side” and now use my experience to “do some good in the world” as Hermione would say ( book seven Hermione, that is… when she’d finally sorted out her priorities!)