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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Pitfalls of "Playing it Safe"

A Guest Blog

- by the Juggling Librarian...

The past past few years have been a roller-coaster ride for me. I was a normal, healthy, active student at university, studying fine arts and just discovering my strengths and femininity when a mysterious spinal cord infection hit. Suddenly I was plunged into a world of hospitals, wheelchairs, physiotherapists and neurologists.

I have a neuromuscular condition that causes severe weakness in my arms and legs. Since 2003, my limbs have become progressively weaker - to the point of near paralysis. After several rounds of intensive spinal cord rehabilitation, I learned how to walk again, despite a prognosis of never being able to do so. I continue to have ups and downs - periods where I cannot balance my weight and sometimes fall. These relapses often occur when I overextend myself - when I push myself too hard through work and exercise - or when my immune system is weakened with a virus or infection.

It is frightening not knowing when my legs will fail me. It seems reasonable to play it safe, and avoid situations that pose a risk to my health. Doctors and other health care professionals have encouraged me to stay at home and apply for disability benefits. It is tempting to heed this advice and avoid work and other activities that may compromise my physical health.

But that's not who I am. I am a risk-taker and constantly resist definitions of myself as a disabled individual. I am also stubbornly independent and strive to live a full and productive life despite my limitations. After losing the ability to walk, I went back to school and obtained a Masters degree. While undergoing rehabilitation for my legs, I continued to take graduate courses in library science - still allowing me to use my artistic abilities but a great and very sensible choice for a disability such as my own. After graduation, I moved to a new city and started working full-time in a job that I love. In my spare time, I attend ball and pilates classes - and help with ReBuildingYou. I am accomplished in my professional and personal life because I push myself.

After living with a neurological disorder for six years, I still haven't found the balance between playing it safe and engaging in the activities that I love. Sometimes it's a struggle making it to work, and walking through the building to my office. At the end of the day, I'm usually at the point of collapse - my legs stop working, and I require assistance with the simplest of tasks. Fortunately my reserve of energy is replenished after a good night's sleep!

Sometimes I wonder if overextending myself is self-destructive. Why do I feel compelled to to this? I constantly test the limits of my abilities by pushing myself to do more and more. I learned this strategy in spinal cord rehab (aka bootcamp), where the physiotherapists and occupational therapists worked my muscles to the point of exhaustion. I learned that a small degree of discomfort and pain is sometimes necessary to improve muscle strength and endurance.

At the same time, I understand the importance of nurturing myself. Hot baths, heating pads, and plenty of rest help to replenish my energy reserves. Every morning, afternoon, and evening, I close my eyes and consciously "check-in" with my body. If I push myself too much, my body will give me not-so-subtle cues to let me know that I have reached my limit. My legs become flaccid - like noodles - and the wall becomes my best friend.

As a person with a disability, I have discovered that the key to living a full and productive life is to frequently test my boundaries. I haven't yet learned how to strike a balance between maintaining physical health and engaging in work and play. My condition fluctuates over time, making it difficult to predict how my body will respond to different activities.

Testing my boundaries and not 'playing it safe' actually helps me and is an integral part of my rehabilitation because if I didn't do that, my limits - the imaginary safe-zone bubble that we all have around us - would continually shrink, day by day. I would achieve less and less and that would be contrary to living as full and productive life as possible... Which is something that everybody of every age deserves to try, regardless of ability.


Thursday, May 15, 2008

A Small Miracle

I walk on the beach with my dog and a mug of tea most mornings. This morning my face lit up as I watched a little girl - no more than a baby - picking dandelions and blowing off the seeds. She was totally delighted and sharing every puff and giggle with her young father - who was right there with her. Every single atom of her being was connected to her present moment and her delight. She looked as though she felt totally loved and safe and at peace. I watched her for a little while and imagine my pleasure when, as I eventually walked past her, she engaged me with clear eyes and shared her delight with me and showed me how to blow seeds off a dandelion clock!

What a wonderful gift. In that moment I saw the whole world through her eyes - I was 'one' with her. With my little girl inside me. With my mom. With my children. With every single one of us.

For me, those moments of newness and connection are so precious and are glimpses of the peace that we can recreate… ReBuild. Those moments are reminders to me of what I - we all? - forget when we 'grow up'...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

A moment of elation!

I wish I could slow down time. (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) Many ReBuilders (according to my OT, most of us) have a problem with speed and time and getting everything on our lists done. Time management. Our brains scheme and plan at the same rate as they did before they were injured. And like idiots we let our brains tell us what to do!

After twenty years I have still not managed to get it through to my brain that we HAVE to go a bit slower so 'I' can keep up. The result of this, need I say, is boring old fatigue. I always think though, that if I finally 'get there' - wherever 'there' is - it might just mean that 'the scary end' is right round the corner? And that's how I justify being out of sync... On the other hand, maybe I need to apply the same, clean 'parenting' principals that the books say I should try on my kids (rarely do I get that right either...) and tell my brain that 'now we will go slower'. And that's it. No argument. I'm the boss...

But back to the elation bit... I was delighted and very surprised on Friday to learn from my brilliant (I'm allowed to say that cos I'm English!) business coach that I might indeed have a good business idea after all! Yay!! I was just about to throw in the towel. All I need now is the energy to follow through on 'the big plan' (and finish it)... When I read it I can easily see 4 full-time jobs in there!

But... One step - and one stage - at a time. Slow down and breathe... Which is exactly what I want for my clients sometimes? Funny that...
I wonder if it's boringly obvious to everyone else? I find it very difficult to take my own advice! Building a business really is similar to ReBuilding your life - in so many 'practical' ways.

Just totally different...

As my sweetheart mum - and our good friend Vahan
in the 70's - would say "Take it easy. But take it!"

Have a yellow-daffodils-blowing-in-the-breeze-and-chocolate-filled-Easter... I love this time of year!


Friday, March 7, 2008

Aha...

Going into any 'new' area -- in this case for me, business and the internet -- is always littered with booby-traps, buzz words and thick tangled undergrowth. After just a week of picking my way carefully through it, I'm exhausted. It seems so complicated... I work hard and write reams of what I think is great-sounding stuff... Just to find I'm barely passing go.

Every time I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror I see this zombie-in-the-headlights staring back at me. Forging new pathways for anyone, anytime, is uncomfortable, terrifying, tortuous, humiliating, humbling, sheer bloody hard work...

Wow...

I'd been 'comfortable' for too long... This is (nowhere near, really) what it must be like for my clients. This may be my comfort zone now (counselling, coaching). But when you're in the middle of 'change', it's pure hell. My clients probably see a stunned, strange person staring back at them too when they look into the mirror...

Being out of my comfort zone is like being blindfolded and spun round and around, a hundred times, and then plunged repeatedly into cold water. I really get it now: why it's so important that I try to create a nice comfy, cozy nest at work. Otherwise my clients would never feel safe enough to peek over the covers and take their next, tentative stretch.

A soft, warm blanket and a gentle hug would be welcome right about now...

Thank you Reger. For reminding me.

(And I hope you're listening. Doing your market research...)
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