Perceptions and Judgments by Bosses and Others
From the time we are young, we are judged for everything. How we look, how we act, how we think, eat, dress, sing, drive - you name it. Everyone has experienced the sting of judgment at some point in their lives.
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As far back as I can remember, I was picked on and bullied. This wounded my inner child and buried emotional pain deep within my muscles; especially in my shoulders and neck. My neck, where I still bear surgical scars from brain surgery in December 1989, held years of trauma.
Every negative word, every hurtful glance, particularly at my scars, got stored in my body. I was bullied in middle school, high school, college at Penn State Erie, internships, and even while working at defense companies. Over time, I came to believe I was not good enough or worthy of love. I carried shame and sadness.
In contrast, when I was hospitalized at Children’s Hospital of Pittsburgh and granted a wish through Make-A-Wish, I felt seen, loved, and safe. But that bubble burst when I returned to the outside world.
It took 27 years, from the time I was 13, to rediscover who I truly was and to understand that I was always worthy of divine love. I had no earthly family support, no romantic relationships, and was often abandoned or used for my kindness. But I eventually saw that solitude was part of my divine plan to reconnect with my true self. I learned I was here to awaken into my light body and then return to help those who once rejected me. My love for humanity outweighed my ego. That is why I began the process of burning away my ego in November 2024 when I received the DAO, and completed this ego release in June 2025.
During my chemotherapy, I was allowed to be homeschooled, which gave me the space to heal emotionally and physically while living with my father. We had little, but I appreciated the quiet and privacy. Returning to high school was painful. I wore a hat to cover my head in photos and was treated like an outsider. The same people who bullied me in middle school had become the high school elite. Life was hell.
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Swimming was no longer joyful. I avoided it to hide the scars on my chest and head. I skipped prom after the girl I liked chose someone else. I could not afford car insurance and did not get my driver’s license until I was 26. I did not fly on a plane until I was 27.
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In college, I faced further trauma. I was assaulted with a stun gun by a roommate, targeted by hallmates, and disrespected by those around me. Even my cherished Make-A-Wish computer was sabotaged. The police supported me, but the university did not. I moved off-campus to protect myself.
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After graduation, I could not find a job. I spent three years helping my grandparents until they passed or transitioned into assisted living. My father’s diabetes worsened, and eventually, in a fit of anger and cognitive decline, he kicked me out. I returned to school and took internships to build a future, but again faced mistreatment due to my appearance.
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One day, I broke down in tears at my internship. I was sick, stressed, and afraid. I quit and returned home. I promised myself I would one day have enough money to help my financially broke father.
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Eventually, I secured a full-time job, but again found myself surrounded by people trapped in the corporate mindset. People who worshipped company loyalty and saw me as different. Because I prioritized health and purpose over corporate conformity, I was seen as not a “team player.”
Annual reviews became about perceptions, not truth. No one saw how hard I worked or who I truly was. I was different and they did not know how to handle that.
But now I know the truth:
Your perceptions of me reflect your own insecurities and experiences. I am a perfect, divine being made in the image of Source, not your image of me. I no longer seek your approval.
One song that kept me going through all of this is Elvis Presley’s Walk a Mile in My Shoes. This song resonated deeply during my lowest moments, reminding me that everyone’s story is unique. You can listen to it here:
If you have been judged unfairly or carry emotional wounds from being misunderstood, please reach out. I can help you process those buried emotions and guide you toward healing and self-love.
With love and compassion,
Gregory
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On Communication and Misunderstandings at Work:
Many people assume that once they have explained something, others automatically understand. These people have been doing what they do long enough that the task is second nature. However, they are doing you a disservice because you do not have the years of understanding of the task they do. You are expected to implement their vague instructions without step-by-step clarity and you feel lost and frustrated. Then, when you ask for clarification, they become impatient: They say “I already explained it.”
This happens because most people do not understand how others learn. They lack the patience to teach. Everyone learns differently. Some need visuals, others need repetition, and others need hands-on examples.
If you have felt judged, misunderstood, or unsupported in life and at work. Know that you are not alone. I have walked this path and emerged stronger. You can, too. Lets talk out your frustrations.