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Mr. Rogers and Impostor Syndrome

Mr. Rogers typed a letter of doubt

In the writing community, many writers, even successful ones, have a specific fear or anxiety. They are afraid that they aren’t real writers, and they wonder when their fans, publishers, agents, family and the public at large are going to find out that they are fake. When will people discover that the author’s writing is trash? It’s called “impostor syndrome.” For them and for anyone else who wonders if they are faking it, if they are impostors, you are not alone. In fact, Mr. Rogers also thought he might be a fraud, an impostor, and a fake.

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Mr. Rogers: The Outside Around the Child Changes, but the Inside Stays the Same

On his show, Mr. Rogers addressed the assassination, using that word, of Bobby Kennedy; he also addressed race, specifically through the use of pools by black and white people at the same time. He knew that children saw what was going on in the world and heard what their parents were talking about, and he knew it was scary for them not to know anything about what was going on. Rather than hide those events and ignore discrimination, he met the subjects on a level that children could understand. When Mr. Rogers ended his first run of “Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood,” it was because he thought he had taught everything he could to children about different subjects.

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Where Is This Generation’s Mr. Rogers and What Would He/She Say about the Protests?

When I was going through turmoil and my mom was at work, there was one place I could always go to find a sense of comfort, solace and calm: Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood (affiliate link). Mr. Rogers came on TV every day. He walked through the door, hung his jacket up, and changed his shoes all while inviting me to be his neighbor. His shows were informative, inclusive for their time, and full of love. Most of all, I knew at least one person liked me for who I am – not who I would be, not my consumer or employment status, not my current mood. Mr. Rogers just cared for me no matter what.

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