Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Making Peace with the Voices


One of my favorite songs this past 6 months is Rhianna and Eminem’s The Monster. Odd considering that I have sensitive ears and both would often cause me to turn off the radio. This song makes me think and has a catchy and true chorus. I find I can’t help but sing right along with it - well, until Eminem starts yelling.
 
When all is right with my world, I AM friends with the monster under my bed and I do get along with the voices in my head. When I start fighting with them is when my world unravels. I know this comes as no surprise to those that know me, but I doubt myself all the time. I lose my cool when I shouldn't, I am nervous in big social situations and I tend to be anxious about what may come to pass. I often don’t feel good enough, smart enough etc. etc.
 
I am not alone. There is too big a stigma on mental health. Mental health is just as important as physical health but often we don’t address it because it is much less comfortable to talk about anxiety and depression than a cold and flu.
 
I have learned a secret these past few years working as a nurse that I want to share with you...More than half the people I see the hospital have mental health diagnosis in addition to their physical ailments. It’s true. Generalized anxiety and/or depression are the most common ones but I have also seen bipolar, anorexia, schizoaffective disorder...to name a few. That being said, I wish there was less of a stigma talking about it. It’s real.
 
Putting my patients aside, even just in my small circle growing up I had family and friends with eating disorders, anxiety, seasonal depression. I won’t lie...when I look at a patient’s history and see bipolar or something similar, I feel more wary entering the room. I am not quite sure what I am going to find. Honestly, more often than not, I find someone who doesn’t look that different than me. An individual with bipolar doesn’t necessarily mean they are either in a manic or depressive state and there is no in-between. Or, if they are on medications that are working effectively for them, they might not look any different than anyone else you come into contact with.
 
 
One lesson I am working on imparting to my kids that I hope sticks is that different doesn’t have to mean scary or bad. We all have our issues and for some the mental health issue is bigger and less manageable than others. Our brains don’t all work the same. Some will need interventions and possibly medications to manage their monsters and that’s okay. It’s okay to talk about the monsters.
 
I have a lot to learn in the area of mental health. I know my own experiences but for everyone who struggles in some area of mental health, it looks different. I will only know their story if we talk about it. I can’t assume to be an expert on anyone besides myself - and that’s questionable anyway. I was talking to a friend about ongoing sleep issues we have had at our house and how we address them. She thanked me for being so open. She said she would have thought she was the only one struggling with this if we hadn’t talked. Let’s keep talking so nobody feels that way.
 

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Hugging my Porcupine

I have a book by the side of my bed "How to Hug Your Porcupine." It has been there at least a year. I have read parts of it. I need to read all of it but just can't seem to find the time since I am too busy arguing with my porcupine. The premise of the book is how to connect with your surly, unpredictable tween.

I hate to break this to you....but middle school is even harder the second time around. I didn't care for it much when I was in it. I was a pretty good kid but in middle school even pretty good kids can be nasty, impulsive and full of drama. I had no idea it would be even harder being a parent with a middle schooler. It is. I feel like I am in an argument from the time I get up until bedtime. I know....I have read all the books. I am not supposed to engage in the argument. I am supposed to let him do his thing and just sit back and smile and wait for the natural consequences. I KNOW this. But, guess what?  I can't DO this. As much as I read and I try, some things I just can't let go.

I find it hard to just stand by when he tells me he didn't bring his lunch because I didn't tell him too. Or he tries to open the car door when we were on the freeway because I have never told him not to (this really happened). School itself is going well. I think much of the surliness is saved for home because those middle schoolers are too busy just surviving and navigating during the day. I have to give them credit, it isn't easy what they are doing. Schoolwork is getting harder, kids are trying to figure out who there friends are and there is just so much to process. I am glad that if my middle schooler is going to pick on someone, it is at home instead of at school. To be honest, I do wish he would pick on Michael more than me but I know why he doesn't. Most of the time Michael can remain cool as a cucumber. That's not really my style. I am probably more jalapeno than cucumber.

If I believe everything that my middle schooler tells me than the following are true:

I serve leftovers too often.
I only work part-time (I guess 72 hours a week must be full time).
I miss too many soccer games (because of my part-time job).
I am not the sharpest tool in the shed.
I am wrong more than I am right.


Fortunately I can still beat him in pig 50% of the time and I can run farther (not faster) than he can so I have a tiny bit of credibility left.

I don't believe everything that comes out of his mouth and in my better moments, I recognize that he doesn't believe all these things either. He is just figuring things out and his family is the safest place to test his ideas, thoughts and convictions. I get all this. I am also sensing that I passed along more than just my blue eyes, decent height and love for carbs. One or both kids (generalized to not implicit the innocent) have picked up my type A personality, my introvert tendencies and possibly (I will deny it if you ask) some anxiety. It's hard to know that you may have passed some of your more challenging traits on to your kids.

A friend mentioned to me the other day that she thought it was supposed to get easier as they got older. I thought so too. In some ways it does. My kids can make a meal, dress and bathe themselves. All good things. They mostly sleep through the night and we can have discussions about things that are going on. I love that they are more independent and we can have real conversations. But, I am afraid it doesn't get easier...it just is different. Finding ways to connect becomes even more important. Knowing what's going on in their head is a little trickier. We will make it through. I will finish reading the book and one day I will be so proud of myself for successfully hugging my porcupine without getting quilled.