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Belonging Wasn't Made for You

  • Writer: Mimie Laurant
    Mimie Laurant
  • Mar 13
  • 3 min read

Updated: 3 days ago

Most people think belonging is about how welcome they feel. The warmth of a greeting, the ease of a conversation, the sense that you could take up space without explanation. And those things matter. But they're downstream of something most people never think to examine: the structure that produced them.


Belonging isn't discovered. It's designed. And every design has an intended user.

When institutions are built, workplaces, organizations, civic bodies, and communities, the builder almost always has someone specific in mind. Sometimes this is unconscious — a set of embedded assumptions about who the default person is, never examined because they never needed to be. But in civic and institutional contexts, especially, the design is often more deliberate than that. Zoning decisions. Eligibility criteria. Who gets a seat at the table before the table is even set. The exclusion isn't incidental to the structure. It is the structure.


The result is that, for some people, belonging is practically effortless. Not because those people are especially skilled at connecting, but because the institution was quietly built for them. They don't experience the gap between who they are and who the institution imagined them to be. That alignment feels like warmth. It feels like a welcome. What it actually is is fit.


For everyone who doesn't fit that design, the experience is different. The institution still performs belonging, team rituals, open-door policies, values statements, talk of family, but the feeling it produces is something closer to translation. You're always working to render yourself legible in a space that wasn't made for you. You can succeed at this. Plenty of people do. But the effort is constant, and it is invisible to everyone but you.

There's a particular kind of self-doubt that grows in that gap. The suspicion that you don't quite deserve to be there. That your presence is provisional. That if people really saw how much work it takes you to seem like you belong, they'd have evidence for what you already fear about yourself. This feeling gets diagnosed as a personal problem, a confidence deficit, a psychological quirk, something to manage in therapy or overcome through mindset. What it actually is is a rational response to an environment that keeps sending the message that you are not the intended user.


The doubt isn't yours. It was produced.

And it accumulates. The translation work, the self-monitoring, the performance of ease you don't feel — these are not costless. For some people, the cost is chronic fatigue that looks like disengagement. For others, it is a sudden, total depletion that arrives without warning and takes far longer to recover from than anyone around them understands. The institution rarely connects either outcome to its own design. It calls the first one' attitude' and the second 'burnout,' and it moves on.


What gets lost in all of this, the self-doubt, the depletion, the quiet tax of never quite fitting, is the structural diagnosis. Instead, institutions reach for the language of culture. Toxic culture. Culture fit. Culture adds. But culture and structure are not the same thing, and treating them as if they are is how institutions stay comfortable. Culture is a symptom. What produces it is structure: the original design decisions about who this institution is for, what it asks of people to belong, and whose belonging comes cheapest.

None of this is atmospheric. It doesn't drift in or out. The warmth people feel, or don't,  is manufactured upstream, at the level of design. Which means the experience of not belonging, the self-doubt, the exhaustion, the chronic sense of provisional presence — none of it is a personal failing. It is information. It is the structure telling you exactly what it was built to do.


The question worth sitting with isn't whether you belong. It's whether the institution was ever designed for you to.


If this resonated, stay in the room.



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