Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Those amongst us..

If you know me I am huge advocate for mental wellness. If you know me you also know I don't think this is a problem the powers at be need to fix alone. It is personal, but in my line of work I realize I am far from alone. I work with mothers at the most vulnerable time in their lives in a society that expects women to be all things to all people.  A society where people feel they cannot slow down and we do not function from the core of our social human nature in the operations of daily life.  I think we (society) , families , friends and communities or lack there of need to reclaim our natural human way of functioning in relationship to each other and work just as hard to improve our collective mental health as we do to hold our governing operating systems accountable - it is both.   Last night my partner and I watched nature shows, he loves them. I do too for the most part with the exception of the battle of the species that ends often in one animal being an others breakfast.  When  I asked him why he likes them so much he said "animals for the most part live in balance which is more than I can so for us humans". True, so very true.

Akua and I ,  1999
When I think of how our system actually profits off of keeping people unwell it infuriates me. Sentiments like this do seem somewhat paranoid to the uninformed health care consumer but talk to anyone who has been through it...I mean anyone and they will tell you identical stories of the ones I share.   Ones of endless processing, waiting lists to long to make a difference when needed, of agencies that serve so few people and take on only the easiest of cases (at times people who could probably cope elsewhere).   I have learned a lot from the profound and amazing work of Dr. Gabor Mate author of "Scattered Minds" and other amazing works.   His work is one I credit to wading through my shame and guilt to be able to speak more openly about my own life long struggle with mental health , a family history and now my sons, whom at this moment has been missing for 50 days.  This of course after a 9 month stay, un-convicted in custody because our system moves at snails pace, allows children over 12 to refuse help even when they have demonstrated they cannot make good decisions, and profits off of  children's suffering to the tune of 300 plus dollars a day and some days way more ( I have done the math ).  When I lie awake at night reflecting I am often in shock about how we got here, my son and I.  I am all to aware of how my severe postpartum depression alone as a single mother effected him in his first year of life, and how a following unhealthy and unstable 12 year relationship effected him. I am aware of how a very close teacher friend suggested numerous times to have him tested for ADHD and I was afraid of what the label may do to him and of the endless private professionals I brought into my home for parenting courses in the early years of his daily defiance, learning struggles,  and extreme emotion.  I balance this guilt out with the knowledge I asked for help all the time,  I approached the DR for ADHD testing and was dismissed, I had an emergency Dr say horrible things to my son at 10 years old when I went there to get referrals after an extremely bad night. I read book after book trying to find answers in the chaos of it all . We were all drowning.

My own story of trying to get help when I needed it is not much better.  This of course compounded by a society where families parent in isolation not in community, a competitive society where shame and guilt have us fighting to appear like we have it all together when in fact most people are in over their head, living completely out of balance.

It is mental health week according to some posts I have seen.  It is a frustrating topic because there seems to be two camps. The camp of this happens to other people and not my problem and those desperate for help.  The help does exist it.  It is  early diagnosis, community support and treatment that is key.  Dr. Mate says that ADHD people and children who than grow into ADHD adults have only one genetic component. They are highly emotional.  The way they interpret the world , sounds, smells, noises is extremely heightened. It is overwhelming, distracting and frustrating.  It impacts learning, relationships, emotional stability and in the end self esteem and producitvity.  There are often underlying mental health issues like generalized anxiety and oppositional defiance disorder- all treatable. EARLY INTERVENTION IS KEY.  These people need support especially in the younger years while their brains are maturing to process information. It can sometimes be medication, and it can be therapeutic modules and it is time sensitive.  EARLY INTERVENTION IS KEY.   The two plus year waiting lists I was quoted at every single agency I called (when my son was not able to attend regular school due to behaviour, had dropped out of football and I was running around with two other boys in tow trying to find him daily, manage his outburst and my own stress which ended in a stress related seizure for me, all while running a company) was a ridiculous slap in the face from our health care system and worse yet is a key factor in my sons current state.  I said to each agency : " I do not have two years" , if we do not get help very soon I am going to lose him, what can I do to get him accelerated ?   Their answer : only kids who are convicted of serious crimes get accelerated. Those same agencies have since said his crimes are too serious.   All the while I have watched the system process and process and process him.  They give him his "right " to refuse help,  and have put him in harms way against my recommendations.  A talented, bright , sensitive, funny human being is being streamed with the systems diligent help with outdated policies and misuse of funds down a path of destruction and it seems on all accounts the window of opportunity is closing rapidly.




Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Black and white or a deeper knowledge.

Call me crazy but I think that while people want things to be black and white and even try to lump events or actions in good or bad categories it is the mentally lazy way out ( yes I am guilty of this daily ).

It is convenient and it lacks us demonstrating our humanity .  Let's use an example I have seen circling the internet recently.

A mother giving her son who is rioting in Baltimore some "knocks up side the head" after seeing him on the news rioting.

http://globalnews.ca/news/1965722/baltimore-mother-caught-on-video-slapping-scolding-rioting-son/

The celebratory posts of this mother's conviction in droves through my feed. Don't get me wrong . This is not about judging that mother, this is not about assuming her child doesn't deserve strict guidance.  It is about the impression we choose to have after seeing a snippet of someones life in a news story.   Its about not knowing what got that boy there in the first place, its about asking how this mother has coped for the years up to now and where they have been and where they will be two weeks, two months from now.    What I saw was  a young man and a mother who were struggling to find a healthy way, period.   Yes there is the big picture of the societal problems that these conflicts represent, but one can actually conclude young men with healthy outlets and intact self esteem were not at that riot ( did you know that 95 % of young people in custody have mental and emotional health issues? ). This is also not to mean that there is not things to be resolved on a political level in terms of social issues. One can also conclude that there were likely other mothers who knew their children were at that riot and have already sacrificed endless hours at work, put other kids on the back burner , or are just totally burnt out from trying to do the job meant for a village by herself.   Imagine if we did not get sucked into it as a drama but saw each individual :the police and the rioters as individual human beings trying to make peace with their own humanity no matter how misguided and caught up in a human drama.  It is easy to make judgements behind our computer screens. It is safe, it is non-engaging, it is helping us focus on others instead of ourselves.    As they say ; " If you are not a part of the solution you are part of the problem. "   I had a professional tell me once: " Young people today are angrier now than ever in history" .  While I don't know this to be fact it seems that this observation may have some merit and I believe it may be rooted in our growing disconnection.   Perhaps the biggest opportunity  here is to look in your own community , at your own family, your own neighbours and offer and ask for help.  We all need connection and it is starts with all of us doing our part to connect with anyone in our path. To look them in the eye and bear witness.  Its the simple things that create peace in our own lives and the lives of others.

Friday, 24 April 2015

Call Me Crazy




Call me crazy, but I don't think I am the only one.  In fact the confessions of mothers living in a state of self annihilation  on the brink of losing it I have come across in the last 16 years of working with mothers ( many masking the stress under all sorts of what I call " barely coping mechanisms) has grown vastly in numbers.  I would like to acknowledge this does not exclude me.  This blog is about truly breaking the silence and letting people free themselves up (especially mothers) and to be honest about the ways in which they need help without fear of judgement or criticism, to acknowledge things are not working, taking the shame out of being fallible, and working towards compassionate change. Many families are suffering as a result of silence and stigma and this causes problems to grow and worsen like a cancer.  I want to face this head on with my huge network of awesome parents and advocates. I want to fight for real changes in the system and our society.  " Call me crazy" but I/we owe to ourselves and our children to try.  Here I will tell the stories of brave women who are not afraid (or mabey they are but feel it is the only way out ) to stop suffocating in dirty little secrets.  This blog is not for everyone. If you are the mom who has your shit all together all the time, never falls apart, or simply has the art of doing it all mastered that truly is amazing - for you.  Perhaps you have beyond exceptional emotional resilience. Perhaps you have ample support, or your personality thrives under ample stress.  This is truly a blessing and amazing- for you.  Perhaps the rest of us have something to learn, however there is also a higher than likely chance many of those women we think have it all together don't . They may be deathly afraid of the scrutiny that awaits an honest account of moments we are not proud of as mother's. The scrutiny that starts with "I would never", " I could never", "could you imagine doing x,y,z ?".   You see though this blog is not just for mothers, it is for society, it is for our children.   It is for the village's we have lost that everyone knows in theory we need but have no idea where to start . It is for the feminist movement that blessed us with opportunity but cursed us with an attitude of competition in place of sisterhood.Most of all this blog is for our collective mental health.  When we say mental health we often hear it stated in a way that separates the well from the sick. The truth is mental health sits on a continuum of complete mental wellness to mental illness and most of us sit somewhere in between.     Life events, levels of support, environment, financial status, culture...so many things impact mental health on a daily basis .    You can be blindsided by tragedy, you may have not acquired optimal coping skills, you may have simply given birth.  Many things effect our mental health.  Understanding though that there is incredible strength in numbers, healing in transparency, and learning  that  together we can all work towards compassionate solutions is a great source of hope for me.   The mental health of everyone is at stake, not just mothers, but young people  and men.  All of us humans are just that..human.

Please join me on this journey of personal accounts, story telling, system addressing, community building , healing and hoping .  Forever this has been a passion of mine and now the time has come to blow the lid off this elephant in the living room, and make waves and make change

.  Call me crazy ... I really don't mind.

Final Note
This blog is dedicated to my oldest son Akua to whom my heart is with at all times and the guilt I feel as a mother who wishes I could fix so many things but needed help.  Akua was born to me as a single mother who had severe postpartum depression and anxiety than and beyond his birth.  I was very resourceful and reached out for help for him and for me with doors being slammed and waiting lists that never ended, lets not forget about the family Dr I would love to name who suggested a nightly glass of wine to wind down and fall asleep.  I will share lots of observations and things I have learned as time goes on about how I believe we can all contribute to improved collective mental wellness.