Showing posts with label Stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stress. Show all posts

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Anxiety

Let me be a little vulnerable here.

I've had a lifelong relationship with slightly-higher-anxiety-than-the-average-bear. Bear in mind, I am going to put a spotlight on that here, so please don't take this as a truly objective or wholistic perspective. I cannot be objective, nor does the spotlight allow for a wholistic perspective.

In my second year at university, I finally had my first no-doubt-this-is-what-is-going-on-here panic attack. I experienced it as something rather debilitating, and it has taken a lot of work on my part not to live in that space perpetually.

It's been interesting to observe myself during this cross-country move, to watch how I've responded to the inevitable anxieties of such major change.

I'm realizing now that my anxiety is somewhat cyclical in nature. When under stress of most types, I will go through periods of feeling clear and being able to respond to my anxiety without getting swept in. These are productive periods, happy times, and periods when I am able to empower others effectively while maintaining a healthy sense of boundaries. I am able to take a compliment, and generally process negative and positive feedback in the healthiest way I can (though I tend to do best with small, informal doses at one time, dispensed in loving, gentle, and personal formats). I go into "planning" mode. I am decisive. I am able to see my own vision-- for anything I'm working on-- and map out a way to get there. I communicate lovingly and effectively overall. I am in touch with my "better self."

Then, something will happen, and the anxiety will sweep over me again. All stress feels too much to bear. I cry and am irritable. I feel unclear. I can map out a way to get somewhere, but I feel doubtful about where I am headed and the steps feel so shaky that I can't tell if I am on the right footpath. I become frightened of my own inadequacies, and I can't thus empower others because it is too scary to give up control. And yet, I am too paralyzed by my own fears to do anything. I procrastinate. Negative feedback, even in loving, gentle, small, and personal doses, throws me off kilter. I can't find my footing. I lose my voice. I become out of step with my community.

On the outside, I can sometimes go through an anxious phase and even manage to maintain some semblance of normalcy. But as soon as I am "caught," I feel trapped and even more afraid. I don't like being vulnerable like that, so I push others away. I am ungracious, unforgiving, defensive, and restless.

I resort to coping skills that serve me in some ways, diminish me in others. I use my sense of humor. I put off my biggest tasks and do only very small bits. I sleep. I vent to my wife. I avoid human contact.

Again, I've worked a lot on this over the years. I go to therapy weekly. I attend to my prayer life, to the extent that I can manage at this time. I have taken herbal supplements like Saint Johns Wort and also used Rescue Remedy as a homeopathic treatment. I've taken courses in meditation, and I practice little skills when I don't have time or energy for something more intensive.

I am most conscious that I need to be careful to role model healthy rather than unhealthy coping skills to my children, that I need to be careful that they aren't exposed to the full extent of my anxiety, and that sometimes I just need to "get over" something and do it (like actually talk to a server at a restaurant rather than having my wife do it because I am feeling socially anxious) so that I am more comfortable and so are those folks around me (especially the kids).

But because of the immensity of change in my life this year, I find that just as soon as I start to catch my breath, something pushes me back under water and I can't quite find the strength to pull myself out as easily as years when I've had a little less going on (hah! when was that?).

I am learning, through this experience, those things that help me find success:

Internal


  • My prayer practice. If I can't attend to my prayer life in full, I ought to at least find time to do a very small amount each day.
  • Recognizing that most folks struggle with their own perceived inadequacies, anxieties, and so forth. That is, normalizing my challenges rather than using them as further tools for my own isolation. This also helps me in the sense of ministering to others.
  • God. My therapist told me a little while back that when I get into "what if" thinking, I should have a word that I can use to finish that sentence to help me keep out of my own spiral of anxious thoughts. So now when I hear myself starting to say, "what if," and getting catastrophic in my thoughts, I say "what if God?" It instantly helps to soothe me. **Note: I've never shared this with anyone before, so you can imagine what a private practice it is for me. Not sure I would take too kindly to someone else trying to say it for me LOL.
  • Empowering others and being gracious, even when I don't feel like I can. I've found that this can start another type of spiral. A much more positive, healthy one.
  • Being clear about ownership. I own my power, and my therapist has helped me understand that my cycle of anxiety involves a point (usually very early on) when I decide to let others define my worth, the worth of what I do, and the power of my contributions. I inevitably not only give away my power, but I also choose to "hear" only the negative, only those non-affirming things. Even when I am arguing against them in my mind, they eat away at me because I don't own anything positive. And so ultimately, I am not just giving my power to others, but also giving my power to those things that don't affirm my worth. I do this because it is familiar-- it's a long-time pattern of thought for me-- and what is familiar is always less scary than what is unfamiliar. When I do this, I get so scared. I am not able to affirm other folks in their goodness or in their power. How can I possibly affirm goodness and power in others when I can't even find it in myself? I find it really helpful to own in myself a sense of competence and worth, and then to use that sense of self-worth to help light the candles of others (remember that when one candle lights another, it does not diminish that first light). When I do this, and I feel others reaching out to me in diminishing ways, I can set my self apart from that behavior, often without setting myself apart from the person.
  • Assuming competence. Placing trust in my self, my intuition, and the value of my contributions is critical. When I am in a place of self-trust, I don't need to worry. I know that one way or another, a wave can rush over me without pulling me under. I can trust that I know where I am headed. I can trust my own instinct and tools to get me there. AND, even better, I find myself assuming that about others too. I can let the birds fly without trying to control where they are going and how they get there.

External

  • A mentor. I am considering paying to see a spiritual guide. I know those unfamiliar with such a practice will wonder why one might get paid for it. But like therapy, I think it can compliment my other work. I realize now that I had a spiritual guide (of the kind I didn't pay)-- someone who had the skills I am learning to develop-- back in my old state, but I don't here. A mentor would help me in life's constant discernment that I feel is critical to growing in healthy ways, both personally and professionally.
  • Compliments. The other day my assistant told me I was "one of the highlights" of her year. As I debate about whether regularly praising my kids will slow their development of internal rather than external motivation, I am realizing how much I benefit myself from praise. Because I am prone to anxiety, and I easily get into distorted internal thinking, it helps to have benchmarks...affirmations...that help restore me to clearer thinking and yank me out of my distorted internal dialogue.
  • Recognition of my best self. I am realizing how much I benefit from living in an environment where others see the self that I am not always able to see, and are able to help me hold that understanding constantly through all the trials and tribulations of the life's work I have taken on: my marriage, my vocational call, and my call to parent. I am really missing my friends and colleagues and all the folks at the foster care department back in my old state because this is exactly how they related to me. Some people are motivated by constant feedback, both positive and negative. That's how they learn. Because the negative becomes so amplified for me, I benefit more from the motivation of an understanding of how good I am. I benefit from regular reminders that accessing that self is not as hard as I work it up to be. One of the things that has sustained me through this trying and exhausting year was one of my last conversations with my former supervising minister. He, who had become a beloved friend and colleague, as much as a supervisor, looked me straight in the eyes and said "Just remember how good you are." I truly could not have made it this year if I couldn't hear those words in my head, affirming my best self. And I know he believed it because there was not a moment when I didn't feel that way with him, even in the handful of times he gave me directions or corrections or even constructive criticism (which he only gave when absolutely necessary...he knew that I was critical enough of my self for the both of us). And he spoke always highly of me among our shared and separate colleagues. I try to take this approach with those I supervise now. It is a basic part of learning theory that we learn best when we feel safe. I assume that we will all be growing in our lives and that we can grow best when others see the people we are becoming.
  • Knowing where I stand. When my wife comes to me and affirms my place in our family, and then gives me some gentle, loving, constructive criticism, but is direct with me, I avoid the spiraling inventions in my head that grow out of my anxiousness. "Is she going to lose it someday and not be able to tolerate this any longer? What then?" "How long was this bothering her before she ever told me?" "Is this worse than it seems?" "Does this represent some greater ill in her perception of our marriage?" "Is this a bottom line thing for her?" "Does she feel like we can make it through this?" I was always the kid who physically felt like she had to vomit when called to the teacher's desk. In my mind, I was going to be caught in something awful I didn't even know I did. Tears would well up in my eyes before I even arrived at the desk. That's why for me, (1) spontaneous feedback helps-- because then I don't start cycling into the anxiety before I even have heard what needs to be said-- I don't cry my way to the desk, (2) gentle, loving feedback helps because I don't start questioning my place and worth as I am prone to do, and (3) direct feedback in small doses helps because it requires less interpretation and leaves less room for distorted thinking. Back when my former supervising minister and I began working together (and he knows this because I later shared it with him), his quiet-nature often brought out my anxiousness. He would be completely still and silent as I spoke, and I would start going a million miles a minute in my mind: "I wonder if he is mad. What if he didn't like what I just said. What if his silence is a sign of dismissal." etc. I quickly began to learn the way my internal dialogue was distorting reality to a point of paralyzing anxiety, and it was completely unnecessary because he had a great respect for me and my work.
  • Contact with others. I am finding the more social contact I have with others, as much as it sometimes *gives* me anxiety to have it, ironically makes me less likely to get into my out-of-control, spiraling cycle of anxiety. I think moving into a more walker-friendly area of this city, and into more of a neighborhood will be *tremendously* beneficial to my mental health. Even my house-warming party I think will be helpful. Next year I am also going to keep tighter office hours with my assistant, so I can spend less time alone in my office. Additionally, I am going to try to spend more of my lunches at the staff lunch (folks generally eat at the dining table together at noon), since being on a different level of the building than all but my assistant contributes to my feelings of isolation and lack of coordination with others here.
  • And beyond just contact with others, I do best in an environment of routine and activity. Nothing hugely fast paced (I am finding myself having a very hard time adjusting to the pace of the east coast...and even my wife, who grew up out here, is saying the same thing about herself), but for example, when I went to water aerobics twice a week with one of my wife's co-workers, it really did me a lot of good. I've got to find that sense in my new life here as much as possible because that is how I thrive.

I am finding that when I assume others have fairly similar needs, the quality of all my relationships, both personal and professsional, is deeper, more sustaining for everyone, more loving, more compassionate, more joyful, more powerful, and more healthy. And it makes me more effective in my ministry to boot. Interesting stuff.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

The Last of My Autistic Allie Series...For Now

The following post is the final post for now from my series called "Journey of an Aspiring Allie." If you have just started reading, I hope you will go back and read the series in order. The first post of the series was on 1/27. The series is in the form of a guided video tour. It's just the way MY mind works.

I do also hope you will watch the videos exactly as posted in the text, as a break before reading further. I had attempted to learn to imbed videos in my posts but was unable to do so. Like recent posts in this series, this post contains a number of videos of varying lengths. I will wait a week or so to post again so that I can give folks time to get through all this.

I suspect that you may find it possible to get through this post only in parts, depending on how much time you have available to you at any given moment. __________________________________________________________
JOURNEY OF AN ASPIRING ALLIE, FINAL SERIES POST (FOR NOW)

So this is the deal:

This matters.

This post is about the difference that how we view and respond to neurological diversity makes.

There is a school in MA, the state where I am now living, that practices among other abuses, electric shock behavioral management on those children with "mental retardation," "autism," and other related "issues."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvLXwlr0S-U
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9-xXfgQiTU

What types of behaviors are being managed in this fashion? The "worst of the worst?" If you don't have time to watch the whole video that follows, watch the first 2 minutes and fifty five seconds, so you get the context of what the video is talking about, and then the last part of the video, 8:20-9:59.

We're talking about electric shock for hand flapping, as an example. Yes, that is right. Shocking children when they flap their hands as they speak. The video clip at the end is directly from the school itself.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghheuvDQD2Q

Even non-autistic people occasionally flap their hands. Remember this video, featuring Bill Gates? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f15JexiQt4U Do we or do we not live in the 21st century?!


This is not an issue that can be isolated, however, to the abuses of just one school, an issue affecting a minority of children and individuals. This is a part of an ongoing but historic disregard for the humanity of individuals who do not conform to the "norm" and/or individuals with "disabilities."

The following is a video on the work of a man named Ivaar Lovaas. His story is one of a historical nature, but it continues to play out in our current times. Ivaar Lovaas pioneered an autism "treatment protocol," known as Applied Behavioral Analysis (ABA), that is still widely used and-- despite many controversies- very much considered "mainstream."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SuohTq7zw0I

The breadth and scope of impact from this disregard for humanity can not be covered even in a series of posts. But what I can do is at least indicate the severity of the matter. This is where the pieces start to come together in a big way. Check out the following written tribute, largely highlighting DAN (Defeat Autism Now) from a magazine for which I have deep respect and for which I have even spent four or five years of my life volunteering. Note the connection between ABA and DAN: http://www.mothering.com/sections/news_bulletins/november2006.html.

I respectfully disagree with a great deal of the stuff written in that tribute.

On rare but significant occasion, children have died because of DAN-recommended treatment protocols (take chelation...a response to concerns that heavy metals in vaccines were causing autism). Children have been subjected to scientifically unsound or experimental and very stressful treatments (take, for example, medicinal regimens involving countless injected and oral supplements and medication...some children taking 40, 50, even 6o medications and supplements daily...along with all the side effects. Or, as another example, take hyperbaric oxygen chambers).

When I can stop crying long enough, I can sometimes laugh at the absurdity:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAlfXQTOBcg

After all this, one has to return to the question, just what is it we are trying to defeat, anyway? Far from a turn toward reason, this question leads straight to some of the most dark and frightening aspects of the entire conversation. The following video is a marketing tool for an organization called "Autism Speaks," which contrary to its name, is not the voice of autistics speaking out in any form (if you want to know why I say that, see: http://autisticbfh.blogspot.com/2008/01/autism-speaks-silences-autistic-child.html and http://autism.about.com/b/2007/06/07/autism-speaks-problems-grow.htm and http://www.autism-hub.co.uk/autism-speaks-dont-speak-for-me/index.php. Otherwise, proceed to the video posted below).

Last I heard, unlike the largest Down Syndrome organization in the United States, Autism Speaks (which is the largest autism organization in the United States), does not allow autistic adults to serve on its board or participate in its organization in any meaningful way other than to present to the outside world a negative view of their condition.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDMMwG7RrFQ

Now watch this. It is, at least, the voice of one autistic adult:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYo3UW0nwEA

And think about this (image...not a video): http://autistics.org/images/lotto-numbers.jpg

But worse, while this video is a powerful marketing tool for Autism Speaks, it is devastation rhetoric (to which young people as well as parents of newly diagnosed children are especially vulnerable). It contributes to the pervasive negative societal images of autistics. It contributes to those conditions in our culture that create bullying and other peer-to-peer abuse for autistics. And within days after it came out, at least one autistic child was killed by her mother, possibly after viewing the video.

Autism is not a "painful disease" as it is characterized in this film. It is a condition that makes some neurotypical folks uncomfortable, but it also represents another way of being in this world. It is wonderful there are so many diverse ways we can be present in our bodies and in our environments. What are we so afraid of? Handflapping? Seriously?!

I ask again, what is it we are trying to defeat?

Am I anti-cure? I don't know. But I do know that it matters how we view autism. It matters for all of us.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Journey of An Aspiring Allie, Part II

...continued from yesterday, this is the second in a series of posts about a personal journey I have been on. The posts include a video tour. I hope you'll read posts in this series in order starting with yesterday's.






Motherhood meets us where we lack imagination.


In my case it met me in my own fears about the unknown of "the future," in my own need to control "outcomes" to feel safe, in the stories I was telling myself of scarcity...that the world is a place where we need to fight to make sure our needs are met.


From those first moments together in the special care nursery, M. has been the apple of my eye. I love him. I adore him, and the wholeness of who he is has almost seamlessly been incorporated into the very spirit of my being.

Each day, the creative, loving exchanges between myself and my son are the source of new imaginings. I am braver now, venturing into the future with a sense of optimism that perhaps only a parent of young children can have. Of course I worry like a parent of young children now too, I worry and fret and feel the weight of the world on my shoulders-- on one hand-- but on the other hand, I have found a new grace.

M. does not yet know that the rest of us, the adults in the world, have lost so much of our ability to imagine. He is not self-limiting. He can not be. He is still blessed with the infancy of being in which the greatest concentration of creativity lies.


This gift I have been given is but a precious and fleeting one, to glimpse the infinite, the ultimate. To feel GOD. I cannot explain this creative synergy, this most delicious spark, any other way.

And it is only in the form of a muted veil, periodically blown across my face-- especially when M. was younger and I was yet a newborn to this treasured space in my spirit-- that I worship the idols of limited imaginings, of futures defined by concepts of limited spiritual value. That I grieve, for example, possibilities of college or marriage as I have scripted them, fearful that because M. has this or that neurological challenge in his life, that he will somehow miss out on something I have deemed necessary for a "good life."



"Real idolatry in the Jewish and Christian tradition does not have to do with the worship of statues or pagan altars. Idolatry is rather the profoundly serious business of committing oneself, or betting one's life, on finite centers of value and power as the source of one's confirmation of worth and meaning, and as the guarantor of survival with quality." --James Fowler


M. has challenges and strengths. He is an active, engaged person, and an everyday two year old too. M.'s world is wide open, and without hesitation he is inviting me in.


In that spirit, I bring to you a second video. It was in one of those most vulnerable moments of falling out of grace, that I first saw this video. It was uncomfortable for me to watch (probably in part because of my own sensory issues that make the first 3.15 minutes or so hard for me, and probably in part because of how it rubs against the alignment of ultimate truth and the ways I have found myself disconnected from "God" by fear). Yet, I've found myself drawn back to watch it again and again, each time a little more captivated and a little more hopeful.

Video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnylM1hI2jc&feature=related

Saturday, January 26, 2008

On the marketplace beat

As talk of recession becomes more and more dominant in the public discourse, I find myself challenged to balance my views of the long-time human practice of predicting impending doom with the fact that yes, bad things do happen. The depression happened. Recessions happen. People lose jobs and houses. I could lose either or both. We all could. Things could get really messy around here.

While putting on my shoes to head out to work this morning, the image of the famous photo at left, Dorothea Lange's Migrant Mother (1936), flashed through my mind. The woman in the photo is Florence Owens Thompson (who later said she wished Lange had not taken her photo reportedly because Lange did not give her any compensation, did not send her a copy of the photo, and did not take her name or ask her anything about her story, etc.). She was thirty-two years old when this image was taken. That is, very close to the age I am now.

In many ways, my family is among the especially financially vulnerable right now. This possible recession has been precipitated by a housing crisis rip tide that we were swept into. We are carrying a rent and a mortgage at the moment as we live over 3000 miles from the home we own, a home which we have been desperately trying to sell for over a half year now. We've had to talk about foreclosure, though fortunately we do believe that we can avoid it.

The home we are renting is heated by oil. Before we knew what it would cost to heat this home, we spent $800 on oil in a matter of twenty days. We live in a rather cold climate.

In terms of income, I support my four-person family on a low middle class salary, with plans for my dw G to supplement this with her working class earnings. My job is not among the particularly secure. Our savings were wiped away in our move. We are already living beyond our means, despite the fact that we have no other debt besides our mortgage and home equity (which we took out to prepare to sell our home before the market took the dive that it did, and which also has actually and ironically been paying our mortgage) and that we are conservative spenders living a pretty simple life. It wouldn't take much to correct this, to get our budget back on track, if only the housing market could make it out of this slump. It is the housing that is killing us.

Predictions of the immediate financial future of this country and the world seem to vary wildly. One interviewee on NPR (Marketplace, I believe), who had proper qualifications, claimed that based on the patterns of previous recessions, we can safely bet that if we go into an actual recession, we are going to come out of this much more quickly and much more safely than folks are predicting. Many others are recommending that folks batten down the hatches. They are taking a moderate stance. They are explaining that this, like all recessions, are a natural correction/pendulum swing in the marketplace and that things will get pretty bad for a while but that we should all ride this out with some sense of patience and calm because at some point, we are going to come out of this. I've heard multiple people in this camp say, "Just start storing some nuts for the winter."

On the other end of the scale, there are a few who are predicting a devastating and long-lasting financial turn for the worst. A buddy of mine online, who apparently successfully predicted the "housing market boom" that occurred over the last couple of years, is suggesting that we all prepare for this to become not only a full blown recession, but for the recession to develop into a depression worse than "The Great Depression." The reason? Our whole economy is built around having cheap energy, and we are depleting fossil fuels at a breathtaking speed. Of particular concern, OIL. Batten down the hatches is an understatement for her recommendations. Think Y2K.

Here are the links she recommended:
http://www.richardheinberg.com/
http://www.peakoil.com/
http://www.energybulletin.net/
http://www.postcarbon.org/
http://transitionculture.org/
http://www.lifeaftertheoilcrash.net/
http://www.kunstler.com/

She basically is suggesting that we all prepare to be as independent of the economy (built on finite fossil fuels) as we can get. Stockpile food while you build a garden that you can use to feed your family. Harvest rainwater. Find ways to cook without cooking fuel. Move close to the places you need to go. Find ways to light your home without electricity and stockpile candles. Get a wood stove and secure wood sources. Consider moving to a climate without extreme hot and cold.




(more of Florence Owens Thompson from Dorothea Lange)

These are good earth-saving if not money-saving, and thus, potentially family-saving suggestions. However, if she's right, I fear my family is doomed. Not only did I just move over 3000 miles from a place of moderate, survivable temperatures to a place with extreme cold in the winter and extreme heat in the summer, but I also have not the slightest green thumb nor do-it-yourself ability. And since I've just moved to a rental home, I don't have the power to insulate, start a garden, install a wood burning stove, replace windows, nor do anything else to improve our chances of survival, at least not without permission from the landlord. And it is probably not in my best interests to invest in this rental home where I have a short-term lease, unless I end up signing for a longer lease or am committed to buying it down the road.

Of course, as another online buddy pointed out, the most extreme end of this side of the spectrum lands smack dab in conspiracy theory: http://www.projectcamelot.net/norway.html. And someone else aptly concluded that as humans, we tend to predict the apocalyptic in these types of scenarios. She's right. People have been predicting the end of civilization since the beginning of civilization. People have seen reason to have no hope for at least as long as history has been recorded in writing. Consider for example, this quote, which I've seen attributed to Hesiod of 8th century B.C.

"I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words... When I was young, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly wise [disrespectful] and impatient of restraint" - Hesiod, 8th century B.C.

Perhaps we not only tend toward the apocalyptic, but also the apocryphal.

So yes, bad things can and do happen, and I will try to be disciplined enough in the next month or two to indeed batten down the hatches here. There is much I can't control, but I can at least start with these :
  • Pay off some large bills that have gone unpaid for far too long...work on my credit score
  • Get a renter in the home we own
  • Re-evaluate our monthly budget and cancel any services we no longer use, etc.

At the same time, fretting over a recession is just going to contribute to the emotional response that seems to be dooming the stock market right now. While I find it an interesting intellectual exercise to consider how folks would respond to a depression in these modern times of ours when we are used to living longer, for instance (a post for another day, perhaps), I don't find it particularly calming to my own already high stress level to predict what may come to be known as apocalyptic and apocryphal stories. I'm visualizing instead, a stable future...for my family, the United States, and the world.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

So I am on a whaling voyage


I am feeling really homesick, so after a phone conversation with my dw and children today, I called my mother to cry on her shoulder. She listened patiently for about twenty minutes, but she had somewhere she needed to go, so she asked my dad to talk to me. Whenever my dad talks to me about the situation I am in, he tells me this:

"Pretend you are on a whaling voyage."


My response today was: "Well, how the heck long does a whaling voyage last exactly?!"


My dad: "It could last TWO YEARS."


Me: "No way. The meat would go bad before you'd ever get back home."


My dad: "The whale oil is really what they were harvesting. It sold for a lot of money and made the voyage worth it."


(My mom, who was getting ready to go in the background but heard the conversation: "It's true. Read _Ahab's Wife_")


Me: "Fine, I'll pretend I am on a whaling voyage."


My dad: "There's no going back home when you are at sea, kid. But you know people have done it before you, so you can too. And lots of those whalers had happy homes, good families."



So I am on a whaling voyage. Ah-hoy! Better start learning some whaling songs.