“Er, excuse me?…” Asking for help

I think this story needs to be out there….

Yenn's avatarYennPurkis

One thing I say every time I give a presentation on mental health and autism  is how important it is to be able to ask for help when you need it. It is such an important part of maintaining health and wellbeing but is often an incredibly difficult thing for many us to do.

I have spent most of my life as a stoic – not even thinking that asking for help was an option, even when I was in dire circumstances. I didn’t give it much thought, I simply didn’t put my hand up for assistance from friends or family or health professionals or others whose job it is to take care of people. Sadly, while some of this was due to my base level of stoicism, I also had a number of experiences where health professionals had not exercised their duty of care to me. This would put…

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Once upon a December

In nineteen hundred and eighty one

At Christmas time, with Mrs. Dunn

And two unruly cats out for a ride

we headed west on 401

And branched off to a northern run

Just me, myself, and Deb (my pregnant bride)


In two more months, she would be due

And the cat would have its kittens too

and I would be beside myself with glee

But we were in a nasty stew

A snowstorm on the avenue

It slowed us down, and I could hardly see


Two hundred miles we had to go

On Christmas Eve, through blinding snow

To Mom and Dad’s, upon a northern bay

The wind was blowing to and fro

The road, it was a horror show

I couldn’t tell which was the proper way


Then all at once we took the ditch

Our Christmas plans had met a hitch

The wife and I (and cats) were all okay

then, someone stopped ( his name was Mitch)

And said Ain’t that a son of a bitch

And helped us back upon our merry way


He towed us with a cable hook

A little time was all it took

To get us once again upon our tour

Then gave us both a funny look

And said “A room, you’d better book

They’re closing up the highway now for sure”


Now, further up the road a way

We found a place where we could stay

And had to wake the landlord from his bed

The room was cold, but anyway

We slept our Christmas Eve away

And woke at dawn, with shadowings of dread


Another foot of snow there was

‘Twas quite enough to give us pause

I shoveled just enough to let us pass

The cats were busy cleaning claws

The wife was all upset because

We’d let ourselves run almost out of gas


This Christmas morn, the roads were clear

The storm had stopped, the sun was here

We woke the sleepy landlord once again

He had some gas, among his gear

He filled us up, said “Never fear-

You’ll reach your Mom and Daddy’s place by ten”


And so, we reached the northern bay

And spent a cheery Christmas Day

The memories would stay with us a while

We watched their little grandkids play

With starry eyes, and I would say

This year, we had a lot to make us smile.

Bed time

What they say

a)  Stop eating at least two hours before bed.
b)  Develop a bedtime routine.
c)  Avoid unnecessary lights, like TV and computer screens.
d)  Use your bed for sleeping.  If you know you can’t sleep, get up and do something else.
e)  If that fails, do mental exercises that will weary you (not counting sheep)
f)  Remove any clocks from your room.  It will lessen the anxiety.
g)  Drink warm milk.
h)  Try to empty your mind.
I)  Eliminate any sources of noise.
j)  Do not over-stress about sleep.  It will come.


What I do

a)  Bring a muffin with me, in case I get hungry.
b)  I have a routine.  Turn on the humidifier, stick the night guard into my mouth, take about six different pills, fill up the water bottle, put on the air mask, stick that bolster under my legs for the back pain, find that most comfortable position after ten tries.
c)  Take the iPad to bed, snap it into its holder, so I can read and write laying on my back.
d)  If I can’t sleep, read some more blogs and write some more silly poems.
e)  Mental exercises include naming the 50 states, and trying to remember the words to
“I am the Walrus”
f)  Set my alarm for 7:30 so I can drive my wife to work, then go back to sleep.
g)  I tried this, but it makes me pee five times.
h)  My mind is already empty.  I fill it with ideas of what to write tomorrow,  what bills I forgot to pay, whether the car will finally conk out, thinking I have made conflicting appointments, hoping that meeting with the newspaper editor will go well.  And, if I happen to get a sudden inspiration to write, I turn the iPad back on and go to town before I forget.
I)  Noise?  No problem.  Close the bedroom door to drown out the wife’s snoring from across the hall, and put those earplugs in for good measure.
j)  Instead of over-stressing about sleep, I play a game with myself.  I try instead to stay awake.

She was only a baby

What else can I say?

momshieb's avatarNot for sissies

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There was another shooting at another school in the United States this past week.

I know. Yawn, yawn. It doesn’t even make the headlines anymore.

But still.

Think of the teachers who kiss their children goodbye every morning and grab their travel mugs of coffee as they head to school. Think of the parents, millions of them, who pack lunches for their kids and check homework. Picture them kissing their children and putting them on the big yellow bus.

Think about how much trust it takes to send children off to spend the day in the care of other adults. Think about how much trust it takes to go into work every day as a teacher. Think about the number of school shootings that take place in this country every month.

I used to be a teacher. I went to those terrible, horrifying trainings on how to react to a…

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I believe in yesterday

I would like to ask some things of those who have felt, or feel now, that they have an undiagnosed or “phantom” disease.  Let’s say your doctors are confounded, or are losing patience with you.  Tests continue to come back normal.  You feel anything but normal.  Your family feels helpless, or worse, tells you to snap out of it.  Your social life is going downhill because you won’t commit to plans, or cancel them at the last minute.  You have one “good day” out of a week, or maybe two weeks.

Depression is one thing that I am very aware of, and have been treated for, and doctors have told me that physical symptoms can be coupled with this condition.  If that is so, and chronic 24/7 pain and debilitating weakness can be attributed to it, then I would say it is the worst thing that has ever visited this old guy.

I know, from reading some of your accounts, that sometimes the desperation is so great, we feel like throwing in the towel.  I have even followed people on WordPress that seemed to me as if they were going to do something desperate.  That’s when I realize I’m not there yet, and I try to keep them talking and check in with them frequently.

How do you stay afloat?
What has the medicine man told you?
Is your family supportive, or do you have any community support?
What’s your percentage of “good days”?
Do you feel as if you’re being punished for something?

So many more things I could ask, but that’s good for starters.
I appreciate your reading.

Lee

The Antidote

out shopping I see
a little girl in her Mom’s shopping cart
still in her baby shoes
she laughs and kicks
keeps saying Hi to everyone
she has but two teeth yet
the mother blushes a bit and smiles
people in a wide radius are smiling and pointing
what a scene for a painting
my heart is pierced

a cashier I did not like much
because of her brusqueness and impatience with some people
I would not talk to her because of her manners
there came a day when one of her fellows passed out on the job
and hit his head
she was the first one to clear the area
call the ambulance
and cushion his head
yelling for a nurse or doctor
I see her differently now
I go through her line and give her my respect
I learned something

the girls at my wife’s work
see me bring her tea every day
they smile, think it’s funny
some are forward and chat me up
I joke around a little
it’s going on thirty years
one girl, there for the last five
so shy
I hardly see her say a word
my wife sends me there at Christmas time to return something
says to go and see that girl, she knows about it
we have never had a conversation
I do the return, make to leave, say Merry Christmas
She looks at me a bit strangely, I think I see a little tear
then throws her arms around me
says Merry Christmas! Then my name.
We both blush
I am awkward, I am awkward
but the sun has come out on this dark day.

 

 

 

How much is that Worry in the window?

Are you going on holidays?  Buy our pills, or you could get traveler’s diarrhea.
(a woman in a white bathing suit runs toward a public bathroom, which is lined up out the door)

Adults over 50 should get the Shingles vaccine.  Talk to your Doctor.  (May cause death in rare cases)

Someone is shown enjoying a drink with a little umbrella in it.  Palm trees wave in the background. There’s a close up zoom on the ice cubes.  Did you know that Hepatitis C can be spread in many different ways?  Get the Twinprix vaccination.  Talk to your Doctor. Because you are a Traveler.

A woman is shown about to give a keynote speech at a business presentation.  She is nervous.  As she points to some items on the screen projection, a sweat stain is visible.
Buy our deodorant, or you could wind up like this.  Sweating and maybe smelling too.

Two neighbours chat in their driveway.  One has just bought a spanking new truck with all the bells and whistles.  “Yep, just got this baby.  Twenty thousand off too.  Too bad about your broken Volvo”.  The other guy with the Volvo has been watering his brown lawn, and his hose suddenly goes limp.

Two women talk in the kitchen.  One is a neighbor who has just walked in, dressed appropriately in a smart business suit.  They talk about dishes.  The smart one, when she sees the dishwasher open, says “Oh My, you have spots on your dishes.  You should be using Cascade.  The other lady, instead of hitting her, looks crestfallen.  Lesson learned.

If you’ve been hurt, or are going to be hurt, in a car accident, call the Four Diamonds Law Firm.  We’ll get you what you deserve from those nasty insurance companies, or you don’t pay.  Of course, “what you deserve” is subjective, and we will take our 90 percent commission, thank you..

A clumsy woman in her kitchen goes to take her turkey out of the oven.  She slips on a goddamn toy her toddler has left on the floor, grabs the tablecloth, everything goes on the floor, and she rubs her hip.  At Manulite Insurance, you’ll be covered for things like this.  Our motto is “You never know”.

 

 

Found things

After her death,

We cleared out Mother’s house.

Among the found things were

A stained brown envelope with a marriage license from 1932

A jewelry chest full of baubles we never saw her wear

In with the baubles, wrapped in plastic, someone’s baby teeth

An old leather bound Bible we never saw her read

Pressed within its pages, a ringlet of hair, mine I am sure

A four leaf clover

A dried dragonfly

My baby picture, wallet size

In her ancient trunk,

A folded fur, musty smelling

A letter belonging to her mother, who had a lover, dated 1887

Inside the fur, opera glasses

A moth-eaten raggedy Ann (her childhood friend?)

Hat boxes without hats

In fuzzy black and white, she and Dad on the grass

And

A new brown envelope from the Hospital

She never showed us, never showed us.

All gone now.