Earlier this summer my parents came to visit. For some reason, I always have a “project” for my Dad. For some reason, he never seems to mind. This time, he built and secured a lattice porch screen to give us some privacy between our deck and the neighbor’s house. We have a huge yard, but it is long and narrow–not very wide. One of the first things my Mom and I did was plant Morning Glories. This beautiful vine has done so well this summer. It’s a childhood “feel good” memory for me, so I love greeting the blooms each morning.
I think one of the things I love about Morning Glories, is that they are (ahem) … GLORIOUS in the morning.
I love coming out in the morning, in the quiet and cool AM environment, and having these cheerful flowers greet me.
I think one of the most difficult things about chronic illness and being differently-abled, is a sometimes, overwhelming feeling of vulnerability. I don’t know about YOU, but I hate feeling vulnerable. I’m not talking about the healthy kind of vulnerability where one learns to open one’s heart to another. I’m not talking about learning to be transparent and (at times) brutally honest (or, receptive of someone being brutally honest to YOU). I’m talking about the kind of vulnerability where you know you are at risk – in trouble – and floundering.
I am feeling pretty vulnerable. I hate having an illness that is progressive. Even though I work my butt off trying to be independent and capable, each year it seems to be more difficult to “get my glory on“. I love mornings. I’m a (disgustingly) cheerful early-bird person; perhaps, part of the reason I have been able to greet the Morning Glories with a smile on my face. While standing and watching the dogs race around the yard and work on waking themselves up, I often find myself reflecting, even praying at times. Lately, I think I’m perpetuating my feelings of vulnerability. During my AM REFLECTIONS, I have been thinking about where I was physically a decade ago, five years ago… and even last year. Ten years ago, when I was only 40-years-old, did I know that I would navigate with a service dog and cane? Did I understand that I would only be able to hear when I had my cochlear implant connected? Did I know that I would have a pronounced limp from numerous twisted ankles as the result of falls? Did I know that on the evening of August 23rd, 2016, I would have numerous bouts of vertigo, nystagmus, and several panic attacks between bedtime and when my alarm clock kissed me awake? (The benefit of having a service dog and retired hearing dog as your alarm clock). Nope. I didn’t know this would be my life. It makes me feel vulnerable (and depressed).
I am my own cheerleader.
Don’t get me wrong. When I need encouragement, I know how to reach out and ask for help. This practice being, a different and healthy kind of vulnerability. If you are a person with chronic illness, invisible or visible disabilities, and special challenges that make life rather difficult at times, you may have no problem telling someone “I’m done“. I do have problems with that. I find it easier to say, “I’m struggling“, and less easy to admit “I’m done“.
I think part of it is because I don’t want to disappoint anyone. Even at Hearing Elmo, I try to keep things positive and encouraging. As a co-advisor of a student group for people who are differently-abled, I want to model confidence and a “can do” attitude. But honestly? Sometimes, I’m just done. This morning (after the night I had), I could not “get my glory on” in spite of my special flowers greeting me the same as usual in a beautiful late summer, sun-rise welcome. I found myself struggling. I found myself feeling vulnerable, depressed, and on the verge of giving up.
When I cheerlead for myself, I tend to default to a number of cheers:
- There are other people worse off than I am. Yet, they are productive individuals who find purpose in life.
- I have support from people who care about me, who encourage me to utilize everything I can to be independent.
- I am making a difference. It doesn’t matter if my niche in this big world is a tiny pocket of influence. If I can help make a difference in one, it is still making a difference.
- All the things I enjoy, and people I love, are opportunities and relationships I would not have if I didn’t have the challenges I have.
- I know, without a doubt, that I am a better, stronger woman because I have Meniere’s disease and am late-deafened. Calhoun and Tedeschi (2014) explain it best: “The encounter with a major life challenge can also include an increased sense that one has been tested, weighed in the balance, and found to be a person who has survived the worst, suggesting that one is indeed quite strong” (p. 5).
- Life can be difficult. It’s a good thing I’m STRONG.
Ultimately, the way I “keep on – keeping on” is recognizing that this is hard, but I CAN do this. I’m going to have bad days. I’m going to need help. I’m going to fail, mess up, SCREW up, and want to GIVE UP. When I am weak and vulnerable, I am also strong.
I’m also learning that it is ok to say, “I’m done“. (Ouch. That hurts to even type it!) However, I recognize that this admission… this vulnerability, also means I’m strong. Stronger than I ever imagined.
©2016 Personal Hearing Loss Journal
Calhoun, L. G. & Tedeschi, R. G. (2014). Handbook of posttraumatic growth: Research and practice. New York: Psychology Press.
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Thank you for being vulnerable enough to share this. It made me feel not so alone.
I’ve been feeling done recently, but I know how strong I am. I’m glad you could put in into words for me. thank you again.
and if you ever need someone who understands, you know where I am. 🙂
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Thank you for for sharing. As a late deafened senior (62) , in Recovery and living for twenty years with a chronic liver disease to almost suddenly going from hearing to profoundly deaf without my Cochlear Implant has been such a challenge. I too fall and have all sorts of different complications but I just try to keep going. The day I realized I was never going to actually hear again like I used to ( silly as it sounds but each morning) when I woke up I would try and try to hear for about 5 minutes and this is knowing full well I was profoundly deaf lol), that was when I knew I had to be my own best advocate. I have good days and some really awful days, I have some close friends and family who are supportive and have lost some too. I miss so much of my old life but this is my new one and so I keep on keeping on and although difficult it’s very freeing to just say No I can’t once in awhile and silence is golden at times. I love your writings and always take something from them and often you put into words what I’m thinking!