For a good 15 years, I didn’t cope well. I was frustrated, bitter, unsure of my self identity. It was a bunch of arrrrrrgh and the partners I had didn’t think it was any big deal because it’s not something they’d ever been exposed to, they seemed to kind of expect me to forget what I ever had, did and was.
Many years later, I’m ok with those things, some of which I can still have if I want, kind of moving things around on a boards is all, priortizing. I never before imagined I’d have to wait towards retirement years but now that I’ve reached the in-between point, I definitely still want what I want!