![]() I always feel uncomfortable and nervous having conversations around advocacy as a woman of color, and I want to get over that to continue progressing in my career.”Īsk an Expert: How Can I Plan for a Successful Career and a Family? “I would love your help in understanding how to best advocate for myself at work. If you ever need a little guidance - this resource is available to you.Īsk an Expert: How Do I Advocate For Myself at Work? ![]() You send us questions about what you’re struggling with, and we ask one of our specialists to personally respond. On Ascend, we wanted to address this through our advice column, “ Ask an Expert.” We use this space to connect you, our readers, with professionals who share your experiences and values. But fewer can help me solve them in the context of today. There are plenty of people who can relate to the problems I’ve faced. The workforce shifts with every generation. These boundaries are empowering, but with them comes a challenge: finding people we trust to guide us in the right direction.įor me, good job advice has been the most difficult to come across as an adult. Likewise, we are more careful about what we take to heart. As we learn more about what we want, and who we are, the guidance we seek becomes more particular. Once we’re grown, we have our mentors, partners, and allies.Įven so, the older we get, the harder it becomes to find good advice. We’ve probably all experienced a version of this story. I had to look inward and decide for myself which advice I would - or wouldn’t - take. You can imagine how devastating it was when I realized those values didn’t always align with my parents’ beliefs. ![]() I moved to a city, traveled, met new people, and formed opinions and values of my own. I depended on their advice around how to navigate conflict, manage anxiety - and once I graduated from college, how to make smart choices about my life and career.īut, like everyone, I got older. My parents were the people who loved me anyway, and when they told me to do something, I did. Growing up in a small town, where there were few reflections of queer people like me, I was suspicious of myself, untrusting and afraid. I was anxious and paranoid, with a mild case of OCD, always running to my mom thinking I was sick, always bugging my dad about how to deal with social things. This was especially true when it came to my parents. When I was a kid, I thought the word of grown-ups was the word of god. ![]()
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