But then through a process involving a very demanding and blunt (almost brutally so) mentor I came to the realization that what those people think of me doesn't matter at the end of the day. I learned to value what people I cared about thought about me (my wife, my son, my mentor teachers, my parents, etc). What I don't put any stock in is caring what those people think of me. Their opinion of me, to me, is worthless. It's not that I don't care about those parents and kids, I do. But I don't care what they think of me. In fact I'm glad they talk negatively about me, instead of someone who cares.
It was a tough journey, I'm not going to be upfront about that. But now my job and my home life are much more peaceful.
Hope this helps.