6 Positive Ways to Interact During a Conflict

I confronted somebody today. I had to do it without it seeming like I was confronting them. It was a delicate dance. When you know you must confront an issue, it forces you to figure out an approach designed to explain your position and the issue at stake, but without being aggressive or demeaning. It must be presented in a way that sticks to the facts but doesn’t demean. You know, I hate doing that sort of thing. Confronting does not come easy for me.

I am a classic peacemaker. I will do almost anything to keep the peace even by denying my own wants, needs, and desires. I’ve done this a lot over the years, not speaking up when I should. In the book The Dance of Anger, the act of deferring to others all the time without stating or defending your own self is called de-selfing. Most of my life I have de-selfed because de-selfing is easier for me than trying to state my own opinion. I dislike disharmony.

It took an issue at work to make me realize my error in de-selfing. I lost control of a meeting I was leading while serving in my position as a reading specialist. My (younger) superiors took over the meeting and redirected the whole thing, ignoring my agenda and goals. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing. I felt like a fool, and I failed to have a voice because of it. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I was demeaned by their attitudes towards me.

After everyone left but a new hire, the then-school psychologist, she said to me, “I don’t know why, but they don’t respect you.” I cried all weekend. But I knew something had to change.

I took stock of the situation.  A realization dawned as I sorted it out. I figured it out that the only way my colleagues would come to respect me was if I began to show some self-respect. If I respected myself, I would speak up for myself. The thought scared me. I had never spoken up for myself, not even with my own siblings. This meant I could not allow myself to remain silent when others were ignoring or overrunning (over ruling) my turf in the academic setting.

My approach changed in how I interacted with my professional peers. I chose to engage when needed, and I chose to stop just sitting on the side-lines letting it happen (and then going home to lick my wounds). As a timid person without much self-confidence, that was hard for me to do. It never became easy, but I improved and became less of a person people walked over as a doormat.

To be honest, I still would rather avoid than engage. Today I had to speak up because I am the leader and in charge of a group. It was my responsibility. I could not ignore a situation that had the potential to become a problem. Did I like doing it? No. But it was necessary for our shared interest/business to be conducted in an appropriate way. Our history as friends made it all the more uncomfortable.

We do what we must do when we know we must. My friend was a bit irritated. Tomorrow she will realize why it makes sense after the reacting simmers down. Sometimes you have to give a person and subject some time to settle down as it brings the thought back to center.

6 Positive Ways to Interact during a Conflict:

  1. Be honest by speaking to the issue without being rude or combative.
  2. Speak the truth in love by respecting the person as we deliver our message.
  3. Avoid “you” statements that make people feel attacked and puts them on the defensive.
  4. Explain the reasoning behind our statements and actions without becoming emotional.
  5. Seek “best interest” as the meeting place to determine appropriate solutions.
  6. Avoid dealing in personalities and preferences by sticking to the facts i.e. this is what happened, this is what needs to happen, and why.

We can’t control other people. We will have differences of opinion. But there are times when confrontation is necessary because someone is out of line or could stray from staying on the right path. It is our responsibility to do this well, to do it kindly and through matter-of-fact exchanges.

A Little Known Fact About Me: Slalom Water Skier (Those were the days)

A little known fact you don’t know about me: I like to water ski.  In fact, back in the day I wasn’t too shabby at slalom skiing. There’s nothing quite like it. We had a favorite slalom ski–a coveted, classic, handmade, light and dark wood, striped Maharajah water ski. Boy was that baby a beaut. It carried some status. We were teens, what can I say, we had to get a Maharajah ski vest, yellow with black stripes, to go with the ski–to make the image look just right. I just priced new high performance Maharajah water skiis online. They run $1750- $2100 a pop. My water skiing days didn’t live on forever. A messed up foot after a bad break (unrelated) had its effect on my ability to go all out but it never stopped my enjoyment of the sport.

The joy is well remembered. The other day my dad mentioned our stunt with five skiers. He’s in his mid-eighties and those memories are still alive. We laughed and smiled. My dad was quite good as a slalom skier and he made it look easy. Yes, writing about slalom skiing takes me back. . .

To handle a slalom ski well and to make a large spray takes some skill. As a slalom skier, I learned to pull the rope taut, lean into the curve, then lay my body hard to the side down as close to the water as I could manage, I would really lean into it to make the spray and then I’d cut back toward the boat’s wake as I came out of the curve to dart across the wake to do it all over again. The spray’s length and arc was commiserate with the boat’s speed, my depth of leaning and “push” downward with my left foot in the rear “steering” position on the slalom ski, and then the resistance as I positioned the ski line. It was a clever dance. A thrill came with a well-executed spray, the higher the better. I wasn’t as proficient and fancy as some of the male members of the family but I challenged myself to at least make a decent showing. Of course I had some pretty gnarly flops too. During one of my worst spills, my inner ear took in pressured water. It drained for a week and is still sensitive decades later. They say, no pain, no gain. So true!!!

There was the time five of us did a beach start together from behind my uncle’s boat, a white beast of a boat with red-trimmed interior seats. It had a hunky inboard Dodge Desoto engine that made a deep rumble you could hear clear across the lake. We five skiers were standing in a fan formation side-by-side in shallow water off a beach head. Each of us had one foot standing in shallow water with our other foot and its ski slightly above the water. We skiers positioned our ropes so the grip was held above our waists at almost chest high. My dad yelled “Hit it.” The ski boat headed straight out. In a few seconds the slack in the rope jerked tight. The boat lunged us forward as we clung to our ropes, our ski quickly slid into/above the water with just the right tension as we worked at placing our other foot behind the first while managing and then stabilizing the ski. Getting the ski under control happened in less than a quarter of a minute. That all five of us skiers made it without anyone taking a spill was a miracle in itself.  I must say it was cool touring the lake with the five of us skiing behind the boat and watching swimmers gawk at us from across the distance. Beach starting a slalom ski is crazy fun to do too.

YouTube Slalom Water Skiing demonstration.

Those were fun summer days. Living on a farm, we didn’t have much time for recreational activities. The whole family worked, and we worked a lot. But the summer camping and ski trips mixed it up and made the camping trips a great time for all of us. Our family of seven enjoyed being together. Usually our cousins went camping and boating with us. We had a ski boat and they had a ski boat. Double the fun. I miss it. I miss them. And I miss the boating.

Today, none of us have any boats. The old skis crisscross the rafters in my parents’ garage. Yet the memories live on. They are a gift my parents gave to us. We all loved being together and we all loved the camping piece. Whether singing around the campfire (my family loves to sing), tossing a football back and forth, telling scary stories in the tent at night or sleeping on a cot under the stars while counting the shooting stars, it all was a lively experience. We cousins liked to read so a variety of trade books got passed around. Louis L’amour was our all time favorite. His westerns went with us on every camping trip and were read several times over. Cards were played every night under lanterns set on picnic tables. The food tastes better when camping. There’s nothing quite like hot cocoa around the campfire unless its roasting marshmallows and making s’mores (or a breakfast of frying bacon, or pancakes, or. . .).

Now go make some memories and remember the good times.

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