[I hope it's okay to post something that isn't exactly non-binary related.]
This morning I had a dream that I was working for a company and had been for a while (I'm actually retired), and they were interviewing me to see if there was any department where I would be of any use to them. Some of the departments were the legal department, and another thing involved Legos (I assume the toy department), and each time it seemed I didn't have the experience or the creativity to be worth having me work there. As I woke up, I thought how this is the capitalist work ethic, in which people are only worth anything to the extent the bosses/the Masters can profit off of them.
It made me think of a conversation I had with our minister (UU, and definitely not a Rev. Lovejoy type!), where she said she was wrestling with what the issue they sometimes call "doing vs. being"; that is, whether one's worth lies in what one does or in who/what one is. (It's one of those issues in spiritual circles.)
I grew up being surrounded by and marinated in the idea that, since I was a boy, I was only worth anything if I was accomplishing stuff, i.e., stuff that THEY considered worthwhile. (By contrast, girls were worth something simply for being girls.) And since, as a child, I was really lousy at accomplishing what they told me I had to do, I wasn't worth much. In my heart of hearts, where no one can see, I kind of long to have people see me as "adorable." (Don't tell anyone....)
While I was working, I felt I had to do the best work I could, so I would be worth something; I could tell that my company valued what I was doing, since I survived many rounds of lay-offs. But now that I'm retired, and especially since I'm no longer able to do what I used to (I get sick if I try to keep up my previous level of activity), I tend to feel like: what good am I? Why am I bothering to stay alive? And one thing that keeps me alive is the fact that my children (now in their 30's) still need me for emotional and material support. (If I just give up and die, how will they get along? And, yes, this is really an issue for them.) I sometimes imagine that if they died, I wouldn't see any reason to stay alive.
So I'm still having a really hard time seeing my value in "being" as opposed to "doing." And it's depressing to realize that I still think of myself as no more than a cog, a possibly functional part in someone else's machine.