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Old Dead Shot Right O and Crushing Self Confidence

One of the hardest parts of chronic illnesses of any is maintaining one’s self-image.  It takes so very little to make us lose what little confidence remains whether it is a comment or a seemingly insignificant failure.  For me, it still comes back to a seemingly simple two-step until one tries to dance the jig.
1) Own it.  There is a saying in project management, take your pain early and take your pain often.  It is true with chronic conditions too.
2) Whenever possible, laugh it off.  Nothing is as belittling as being the subject of laughter.  I like my failures and inability to seem as small (and few, when I dare to dream) as possible.  
Over the weekend, my son was trying to aim a little toy disk launcher at some balloons from a friends baby shower, but he kept missing.  Standing from 5 feet away and missing was making my daughter, A, laugh, which was making O ever more upset.  Looking on, it became apparent he was missing to the right every time.  So I took him aside and told him he needed to stop crying because while his sister should have stopped teasing him when she saw he was upset, it’s hard not to laugh some times.  It was funny after all.  I told him some of the stories from my humor post, and he liked the stories of why I keep a spare pair of boxers in the car.  
Then I told him, he needed to own his missing.  Become the super hero, “Old Dead Shot Right O, he of the purple Mohawk.”  Then take steps to aim to the left and exaggerate the gesture in a grand theatrical way to “compensate.”  He was having fun again because it let him be a ham in a great show for hiss sisters.  The best part though was his shocked face when he actually hit the balloons.

As an adult, it is a lot harder some times to own the situations in which we find ourselves.  Maybe it is because the world for adults defaults to the serious.  We are responsible for so many issues.  With each of our legitimate responsibilities comes a host more for which we feel responsible.  For those serious times when the pressure of the real world makes my MS unsustainable along the current course, I try to remember this post from a few years ago (2005 or 2006) on an MSworld.com forum:
Sometimes who we used to be wasn’t really “us” to begin with. Maybe it was not who we really were so much as a collection of roles we played. The hard worker, the soccer mom, the dad who was a rising star at his job, the great outfielder–all those things.

What we are now is “us” stripped of many of our roles. We define ourselves by what we do, not by what we are. When, suddenly, what we do is not possible any more, we are left with something we do not recognize because it has been covered up by all the roles we play.

Maybe the question is not, “Who am I now?” but “Who am I?” We are a go/do/purchase society–when we can’t go, do, or purchase things we want to be identified by (the Hummer, the newest iPod)–holy cow, what is left? Just us. Unadorned, unembellished us.

It is so hard to accept ourselves that way. Our culture is like those old west movie sets–a big facade on a building that is built like a box behind. If a windstorm blows the facade down, we look at what remains and think–well, that is not very interesting. Where is the sign? The architecture? Where is the fun in a boring, square structure?

In reality, what is behind the facade is all that matters anyway. Denuded of our roles, we are left with what we have always been. Who we were was often great (and often not)–who we are now is where all the good stuff came from to begin with.

We’ve lost a lot, but there it stands before us–the opportunity to remake ourselves.”

-tejokid 
I just hope the stuff behind my façade still brings a few smiles. 

Thank you to all who have read this blog.  I am still shocked to see 10k views.  

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How to Teach Living with Chronic Conditions

I don’t think I’ve posted this story yet, but it’s one of two I think of when asked what having MS is like.  The first story is the spoons story originally written about Lupus(http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/articles/written-by-christine/the-spoon-theory-written-by-christine-miserandino/), and it’s posted all over the place.  However, the second story is one I see far less often, but I like it more because it speaks to more than just my MS.  It speaks to the frustration of living with a chronic condition.
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The professor of a first year medical school class, enters the classroom and approaches a student in the front row.  He asks very seriously, “Will you please hold this cup for me.  I have a hard time walking around with it, and I am a much better speaker while I walk.”
 
Of course the student reaches up and takes the cup of water.  The professor then asks, “That cup of water isn’t heavy is it?  OH WAIT DON”T PUT IT DOWN!  The bottom is loose and may come off.  The cup means a lot to me, and the water in it was from by my late grandmother’s well.  It gives me comfort to think about her as I drink it.  You don’t mind holding it for just a little while longer do you?  It’s not heavy or anything is it?”

A few minutes later, he sees the student shift the cup from his right hand to his left.  “Wait!  The water in the cup is very peculiar.  You see if it is held for long in a left hand, something about it tastes funny.  Oh you are right handed?  Well surely one class worth of notes won’t be the difference in your failure will it?  You can get notes from the pretty girl next to you.  I’m sure she won’t mind.   Oh, you don’t like having to ask for help though do you?  But thank you.  You are doing wonderfully with my special water.”

The professor continues on his lecture.  Then about 15 minutes later he asks how the cup holding is going and is happy to hear all is well.
40 minutes later it is almost break time.  He asks if the student is heading to the bathroom.  He says, “As the designated drink holder, if you need to go, remember not to set the drink down.  In fact, you probably shouldn’t be more than 3 feet from it because I can see you are special and are an expert drink holder.  So, if you have to hand it to somebody else, please make sure they stay very close to you.”  The class laughs, but the guy is definitely starting to reconsider how much this little cup is inconveniencing him.  After all, holding and looking at a cup of water does make one thinking about drinking and peeing.  Still, he forgoes the bathroom at break because he doesn’t like the thought of asking somebody else to stand right next to him for him to use the bathroom.
In fact, as the class continues, the boy looks more and more like he thinks this cup is an unneeded, unwanted annoyance.  He wants to be rid of it!  Then he hears, “Since you’ve held this cup so well, would you mind holding it till our next class?  It turns out I don’t need a drink as much as I thought, but I would hate to waste it.  Oh yeah, this is our last class before break, but you’re doing fine.  The cup isn’t a big cup is it?  I mean if you can hold a pint of beer…”  then he takes the drink and downs it.
“Now does everyone understand how a small thing, even a cup too small to hold a pint of beer can be a huge imposition under the right or wrong circumstances?” Chronic conditions and symptoms are like the cup.  It may seem silly to complain about such a small problem, but over time the problems can multiply.  They can even become socially awkward though it seemed like nothing at first.
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I usually tell this one with the spoons story because I think both speak to important but different aspects of my life with MS.
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