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Reflections on Splitting |
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> | The first seeds of cognitive dissonance that resulted in my split were planted, I think, on the day of my college graduation. Most of the day is painted in broad brushstrokes, but my commencement speech, given by Elie Wiesel, is imprinted in my memory with startling clarity. I recall the goosebumps I felt as I listened, captivated, humbled by the privilege of hearing him speak. |
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> | For those minutes I sat, inspired by Wiesel, who suffered through and survived the unimaginable horror of the Holocaust, who subsequently devoted his life to humanitarian efforts, to replacing intolerance with understanding, replacing indifference with compassion. |
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> | I wrote my law school personal statement about how I was riveted by the powerful simplicity of Wiesel’s message, how I understood the capacity each of us has to help someone in a way that changes that person’s life entirely. I wrote about how the lawyer who advocated for my sisters and me freed us from abuse and instilled in me a fierce desire to do the same for other children similarly victimized. |
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> | All of this is true: Wiesel’s words on graduation day succinctly capture why I came to law school two years later. However, this class made me acutely aware that my personal statement failed to explore my choices in the interim. I seek now to reflect on those decisions to better understand myself and to illuminate the path to a legal career about which I’m passionate. |
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> | I sat on graduation day thinking: yes, this is what I’ll do with my life; I’ll help children who need advocates. Yet I’d known for months that what I’d actually be doing was beginning a career as a financial analyst at a global investment bank, to work on behalf of the “high net worth” and the “ultra high net worth”. |
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< | I sat on graduation day thinking: yes, this is what I will do with my life; I will help children who need advocates. Yet I had, months prior, accepted a position as a financial analyst at a global investment bank, to work on behalf of the “high net worth” and the “ultra high net worth”. |
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> | Josh’s incisive paper, “External Validation and the Success Trap”, helps shed light on why and how I could mindlessly have accepted this position. Basically, I graduated with a clear conception of the work to which I wanted to devote my life but instead pursued the most “prestigious” job I could find, seeking the external validation I’d receive as a byproduct. I recall the thrill I felt at receiving my offer, my elation at being one of the chosen “lucky few”. |
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< | I graduated with a clear conception of the work to which I wanted to devote my life, but instead I spent my days analyzing financial statements, plugging numbers into Excel. I felt discomfort from the dissonance of these realities. |
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> | This rush of external validation, however, couldn’t sustain me through the succeeding weeks and months as I continued to forego the career I desired. I wanted to help children in need; yet I spent my days analyzing financial statements. I felt discomfort from the dissonance of these realities.
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< | Initially, I attempted to reframe my perception of my behaviors. I rationalized that working on the seventh iteration of a Powerpoint slide was ultimately helping our clients, somehow, to meet their financial goals. But even if I am helping them, in some (extremely) attenuated way, I’d inevitably think seconds later, they certainly aren’t the ones I’m passionate about helping. |
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> | Initially, I attempted to reframe my perception of my behaviors. I rationalized that working on the seventh iteration of a Powerpoint was ultimately helping our clients, somehow, meet their financial goals. But even if I’m helping them in some (extremely) attenuated way, I’d inevitably think seconds later, they certainly aren’t the ones I’m passionate about helping. |
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< | At some point, those thoughts – mental uneasiness, rationalizations to mollify my subconscious, my mind’s rejection of these rationalizations – ceased. I just began going to work, ambivalent but not consciously dissatisfied. |
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> | At some point, those thoughts – mental uneasiness, rationalizations to mollify my subconscious, my mind’s rejection of these rationalizations – ceased. I just went to work, ambivalent but not consciously dissatisfied. |
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< | Reading “Something Split” in Lawyerland, wherein Wylie (quoting a psychiatrist) describes the process of splitting, was enlightening in helping me understand my experience. Lawyers must “do things, be part of things, [they] don’t want to be a part of. [They] have to pretend to be what [they're] not” (Joseph 41), and consequently, cognitive dissonance takes root. This dissonance is sometimes eliminated through repression of the dissonance-causing thoughts, followed by dissociation – a psychic split. |
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> | Reading “Something Split” in Lawyerland was enlightening in helping me understand my experience. Lawyers, Wylie explains, must “do things, be part of things, [they] don’t want to be a part of” (Joseph 41). Consequently, cognitive dissonance takes root. This dissonance is sometimes eliminated through repression of the dissonance-causing thoughts, followed by dissociation – a psychic split.
When my first psychic defense mechanism (reframing my perceptions) failed, I think, perhaps, that I split. Because splits are subconscious, I cannot identify precisely when this occurred. What I know is that a time came when I didn’t regularly feel the crushing heaviness of my dissonance. In hindsight I worry I was unconsciously drifting into the easiest way of life, the narrator’s route in “Bartleby, The Scrivener”, a life where others would characterize me as “eminently safe” (Melville 1). |
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< | When my first psychic defense mechanism (reframing my perceptions) failed, I think, perhaps, that I split. I cannot identify when, precisely, this occurred, likely because these splits are subconscious. What I know is that a time came when I no longer regularly felt the crushing heaviness of my dissonance. Mental peace made things easier. In hindsight I worry that I was unconsciously traveling down the road to the easiest way of life, the narrator’s route in “Bartleby, The Scrivener”, a life where others would characterize me as “eminently safe” (Melville 1). |
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< | Periodically, however, my subconscious desires cracked the façade of my complacency. Perhaps this indicates that I hadn’t fully split, hadn’t fully repressed my dissonance. Alternatively, perhaps the nagging was in fact my ghost, a manifestation of everything I wanted to be. Either way, I feel fortunate that, unlike the narrator in Bartleby, the strength of my desires pulled me back together and brought me here. |
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> | Periodically, my subconscious desires cracked the façade of complacency. Perhaps this indicates that I hadn’t fully split, hadn’t fully repressed my dissonance; alternatively, perhaps the nagging was in fact my ghost. Either way, I feel fortunate that the strength of my desires pulled me back together and brought me here.
During 1L year, I grew increasingly anxious trying to stick to my convictions, to pursue work in children’s rights upon graduation. As the reality of financial burden set in, I made hypothetical compromises: what if I work at a firm until I pay off my loans, then do what I came here to do? |
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< | Since beginning law school, I have grown increasingly anxious in trying to stay true to my convictions, to pursue work in children’s rights upon graduation. As the reality of financial burden set in, I made hypothetical compromises: what if I postpone my true ambitions, work at a firm a couple years, pay off my loans, then do what I came here to do? |
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> | I recognized the irrationality of these compromises, particularly because I've already been down this road: dissonance, rationalizations, splitting, coming back together. I was disconcerted by the possibility of beginning this cycle anew, splitting again, unconsciously living an eminently safe life haunted by a ghost I cannot see. |
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< | Reflecting on my career path to date has made me more self-aware of the limits of my rationality, and has imparted greater understanding of how I will take control of my life within the parameters of those limits. Ultimately I think the answer lies in Elie Wiesel’s message, which so inspired me at graduation. |
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> | Reflecting on my career path to date has made me more self-aware of the limits of my rationality, and has imparted greater understanding of how to take control of my life within the parameters of those limits. Ultimately I think the answer lies in Elie Wiesel’s message, which so inspired me at graduation. |
| | For me the rationalizations fall away and it becomes easier to stay conscious and whole, on the right side of justice, when I realize there is at least one person - one future client - who I can help.
Essentially, that client is me. She is a child, or many children, in whom I see the reflection of my scared, helpless ten-year-old self. And so I will pursue a career on the right side so I may help those children, give them a voice where they might otherwise be rendered silent, just as somebody once did for me.
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-- CourtneyDoak - 09 Jul 2012 |
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