As a married mother, a therapist, and a novelist, I’d like to think my worst rejections are behind me. (Wouldn’t we all like to think that?) But small rejections abound every day.
We can feel rejected by our kids who, despite our best efforts, only want Daddy; we can feel rejected at work, where we’re not in with a certain clique, or where our contributions are not recognized; we can feel rejected by our spouses, who miss our cues or overlook our offerings; we can feel rejected by friends who get busy, or by people we wish would be our friends.
Most of us shake these off, most of the time. But how to handle the ones that prove unusually sticky?