This blog is part three of three about impostor syndrome. Together these three blogs contain all the information I touch upon in my talk ‘I’m not the impostor, it’s all in my head!’, which I’ve given on various conferences as a track talk or as keynote.
Dunning-Kruger
Something I’d love to highlight in relation to impostor syndrome is the Dunning Kruger effect. The Dunning-Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which people with limited competence in a particular domain overestimate their abilities.
Hierarchy of competence
The Hierarchy of Competence model comes to mind. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Four_stages_of_competence

This model is wrongfully credited to Maslow, it actually does not exist in his models. This will not be the last time I’m debunking myths in this blog!
The Dunning-Kruger effect exhibits behavior from the ‘Concious Incompetence’ layer of the hierarchy of competence: Wrong analysis. The problem here is the unconcious part, where with the Dunning-Kruger effect, the person exhibiting the behavior is fully unaware of their cognitive bias. Imagine listening to someone say something that, to you, is clearly wrong. Are you sure enough to stick to what you understand? Will you not doubt or consider their point of view? What if they’re right? It’s completely normal to think about what they are saying and perhaps to change your mind about something, or adapt your reasoning. The problem here is that you might be changing it into something that was wrong to begin with. Which in the end will make you more unsure about yourself. Talk about a catch 22.
IQ
I’ve never been good at school. For as long as I can remember, school was difficult. It was boring, it was difficult to stick to. It was a struggle, not very interesting, it lacked goal. From a very young age, I’ve been told (not in those exact words) that was stupid. I was forever missing information that was being shared in the classroom by the teacher. I don’t remember much about lessons, I do remember knowing in great detail what happened outside the school. There was a row of houses, and year after year I learned who cleaned their windows when, what time the mailman usually did his route.
All through school I did just enough to able to get to the next year or to achieve the goal I set for myself. Not a step more, I didn’t really see the point, I’d much rather do things that I got joy from. In the Netherlands it’s mandatory to follow an education until the school year you turn 18. When I left middle school (that’s when most people will be near 18) I was only 16. At the time I thought about becoming a primary school teacher, so I went on to the ‘PABO’ where you could study to be one. My initial thought was: I’ll finish this, and then I’ll figure out if this is actually what I want to be. By the time year two started (this is the year I *finally* turned 18) the nightmares started. Nightmares that were filled with being locked up in a classroom with kids. To be honest, that’s not a great way to start an otherwise (to me) boring career, because there is little career advancement possible in teaching. So the second I was legally allowed to, I quit school and started working. At that point I was stil hoping to quickly discover what other study would be more my ballpark. Spoiler: still haven’t found it!
Then I turned 19. And two weeks of severe headaches, a bunch of different medications, very very many painkillers, and finally also the loss of motor functions and speech, the resulting diagnosis turned out to be ‘cerebral sinus thrombosis’. A bunch of blood cloths in the layer of blood vessels around my brain, making it difficult for the blood fuelling that layer, to actually leave my head. After this I was admitted to a specialty hospital and I spent the next 11 days there. The first few days were scary, it was unknown how I would come out of it, given the fact that I’d lost motor skill and speech. So when the time came to test how my ‘abilities’ had survived prior to my discharge, I was scared. I was afraid I’d lost whatever intelligence I had to begin with. My brain had a rough two weeks! The cognitive tests were all maxed out, and the result was: I am gifted. Three small words that put my life upside down, honestly. To that point I was convinced this brain of mine was nothing much. So yes, I am different, and I think different. But not because of being stupid.
When you find out you think different from other people, the reason because is the least interesting part of it. Be happy you think different, you’ll be able to find creative solutions for things that others will not. Embrace it!
Are we lost? No. In each of my blogs I will highlight different tips that have helped me greatly.
Prove yourself wrong
In all those years I thought I was stupid, I was never able to convince myself I wasn’t. Nothing in what I did proved me wrong, and that’s a missed opportunity! If you have a certain opinion about, well anything really, try proving yourself wrong! There’s nothing wrong in finding out you were right all along, and when you did prove yourself wrong, you’ve learned something!
Allow yourself to fail (better)
Are you allowing yourself to fail? When you fail, what happens? Well, you should learn! And you should try to fail as often as possible, to get really good learning from it. Do try to fail at different things. Repeatedly failing at the same thing is not really learning, that’s chastising yourself.
10k hours
To get exceptionally good at something, you need to put in the hours. Phyllis Lane wrote a book about this, it’s called ‘10000 hours you become what you practice’. In the book she outsets why you need to put in the hours, in the correct way. She later describes how family, culture and friendship are all critical in an individual success. Being successful is more than simply attaining those 10000 hours of practice.
If I look at my personal saxophone practice. Only 10 minute of any practice session is dedicated to honing skills or learning new techniques. The rest of the (usually) 30 minutes is playing what I like to play. I need the 20 minutes of ‘unguided practice’ that will not help me progress, to be able to put in the 10 minutes of ‘correct practice’. It’s not going to help to beat yourself up about your practice if you don’t find the fun, and in the end the sustainable pace.
Flaws
Only you see all your own flaws up close and personal, all the time. Almost no-one looks at you as close as you might stare at yourself in the mirror. I recall a conversation with a friend about my pores. I confided in her that I’m really unsure about my huge pores on my face. She’d never seen them. We’ve known each other for over 20 years. Something you consider a flaw or something shameful, is likely to be something only you are seeing. Be nice to yourself!
Thank you for reading part three of three of my impostor topic. I’d like to hear what your thoughts are, or answer any questions you might have. You can leave a comment, or find me on one of the socials: Discord, LinkedIn, Instagram or TikTok.