What Have You Been Doing?

 

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Northville Mom Enjoying a New “Up North” boutique hotel
Hotel Walloon, located near Petoskey, MI.
We were trying to look casual as we verified the person sitting outside my room was Ashley from Hard Core Pawn on TLC (it was)!

When I see friends they often kindly ask, “What have you been doing”.  I worry my answer is boring and that eventually, they’ll no longer want to hear it.

When I was young, I never imagined living with daily chronic pain. Like most people, I expected to feel fine well past my child-rearing years. It was something I knew people struggled with, but I expected it to go with things you can see. Like a car crash, a bulging disc on an MRI, old age itself. Truthfully, I don’t think I thought of it much other than the fact I hurt sometimes, even as long back as high school. I blamed it on minor car accidents, scoliosis, and being out of shape. I would get better and my mind would go elsewhere; thankfully my nativity carried me through.

Almost 18% of American adults deal with severe levels of pain. Although some of these people will improve, the numbers are staggering. Through your social network, it’s likely you know someone, maybe multiple people, going through life-altering medical and emotional events. You know you have it “better” and feel guilty even indulging your mind in your problems.

I have a friend who has been diagnosed with spinal stenosis, neuropathy, and Parkinson’s Disease.  All devastating conditions that severely impact her mobility and quality of life. Yet, she always prefaces her latest challenges with the fact she could have it worse. I find myself echoing those words in my mind hoping that I can somehow will myself to stop feeling. To stop feeling tired. To stop feeling like getting through the day is challenge enough. To finally have an answer about what I’ve been doing, other than taking great care of my kids.

Anyone suffering with invisible chronic pain goes through times when they wish they had something to show for it. Maybe that way they won’t feel guilty taking the only remaining seat on the bus. Their employer, spouse or friends may understand why every decision and future event starts with thoughts of pain. Is it too much to do? Will I enjoy it? In reality though, Fibromyalgia and other chronic pain suffers know they’ve been blessed. They can assimilate and look perfectly healthy. They can pretend they are “normal” and sometimes if they are lucky, they may have periods when they almost feel that way.  We know barring the unforeseen tragedy, we will live another day, another week and hopefully many more years. Sometimes I say to myself, well if this is my “thing” then I am lucky; it could be much worse!

That’s what carries me though. Reality and knowing that everyone has their struggles. This just happens to be mine.And in the scheme of things, it really isn’t that bad. I am here, writing this blog and I know that I can get up and walk and enjoy another day with my kids.

So, what have I been doing? I’ve been getting through the day. I’ve been trying to stay positive and enjoy the moments and people who make life worth living. To me, that seems like success even if it’s not what I used to think it was.

PS: Look up Fibromyalgia images or go to a community message board on the subject. You see postings like the things below. I don’t want to be the “poor me”, “look at me”, “I deserve your empathy” person. I don’t always succeed; especially on bad days. But I’ve come to realize that’s okay too. It’s part of what I am doing…..

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What You Don’t Know about Rose and Rosemary Kennedy

rosemaryKathleen, Rose and Rosemary Kennedy in London before being presented at court.
May 1938. CreditKeystone/Getty Images

I have become a Kennedy historian in recent years. I’ve read dozens of books about the family and was excited beyond measure when my local library had Rosemary-The Hidden Kennedy Daughter on the shelf. It was among People Magazine’s recommended books recently, but because it was new I couldn’t request it. Yet, there it was. Begging me to check it out, along with Remembering Amy, written by Amy Winehouse’s mother. Although I enjoyed both books, Rosemary was my favorite.  I’ve always wondered about her story, but only knew pieces of it.

Rose Kennedy’s first daughter, Rosemary, was born in 1918. Her birth was preceded by Joe Kennedy, Sr., who died in WW2 during a volunteer high risk mission. John F. Kennedy was Rose’s second child. He went on to become a war hero, Pulitzer Prize winning author, and the 35th President of the United States. But before either boy exited toddler-hood, along came Rosemary. Like her brothers, Rosemary was born at home but this time, her birth was delayed purposefully. The obstetrics nurse caring for Rose used her hand, to keep Rosemary’s head inside Rose’s birth canal. The theory being she delayed Rosemary’s birth so the doctor could charge his customary fee, $2353 in today’s dollars. Unfortunately, the doctor didn’t arrive for 2 hours, he was detained treating Spanish Flu patients. My own great-grandfather (August) died from that flu when he was 27 years old. Unlike other flues, this one favored killing those in the prime of their life. It is believed that about 1/3 of the world contracted the flu from 1918-1919 and that up to 50 million people died of the disease; more people than died during WW1.

No one knew then and for many decades later, that the nurse’s actions likely caused a lack of oxygen and Rosemary’s subsequent “dullness”. She was fine at first, but over the next few months and years, Rose couldn’t help but notice how her sons achieved developmental milestones much earlier. When Rosemary’s sister was born 2 years later, Kathleen “Kick”, it became painfully obvious that something was wrong with Rosemary. Rose and her husband Joe employed the best tutors and physical therapists in an effort to help her catch up. Rosemary was a pleasant and obedient child during those early years and was quite close to her siblings. But, her limitations were an embarrassment to her parents, particularly given their family goal of achieving high political office. It was a different time. One where learning disabilities and low IQ were seen as the fault of the parents. People with these challenges were seen as flawed in some way, responsible at least in part for their fate. As described by Author Kate Clifford Larson:

“The intellectually and physically disabled were another category of defectives. Eugenics scientists and their followers believed that these individuals were also the products of inherited bad genes and should be treated much the same way as the mentally ill, criminals, and the chronically poor. Forced sterilization, they argued, was society’s cure. Some believed that spending money on insane asylums, poorhouses and other charitable and social institutions and programs serving the mentally ill and disabled only encouraged propagation of bad seeds. The parents of defectives carried these bad genes-an idea that placed the blame and shame squarely on families. Some of the most prominent industrialists, scientists, and political leaders of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, including President Teddy Roosevelt, supported these views.”

That’s right. The President of the United States thought if you didn’t spend money on the treatment and housing of the mentally ill and disabled, they’d die off and we’d suddenly be free of more people like them. It’s sort of like Naked and Afraid, without the camera crew and extraction point.

It’s amazing how evolved our view has become since Rosemary’s time. Well, I am assuming you aren’t a Trump supporter when I say that, LOL. It was because of this view and Rosemary’s increasing frustration and outbursts that Joe Kennedy Sr. searched in earnest for a cure. It was his desperate desire to “fix” the problem that led Joe to believing doctors when they suggested supplements and hormones could reverse Rosemary’s “condition”.  When this unsurprisingly did not work, Joe turned to a new treatment that eventually earned a 1949 Noble Prize in Medicine. That treatment?

A lobotomy.

Yeah, cutting people’s brains led to a Noble Prize. Later, it was determined that the research shared by Antonio Caetano Abreau Freire Egas Moniz (all one guy’s name) was questionable. Since Rosemary was treated, a variety of medications have been introduced, stabilizing many of the mentally ill. Society’s views of mental disabilities such as “dullness” has also changed, but lobotomies still exist. The procedure is now used for difficult epilepsy cases on a controlled basis. There’s a great article about the history of lobotomy and its present day use here:

http://www.wired.com/2011/03/lobotomy-history/

Although Rose claims she had no idea for years that Rosemary had this procedure, it is doubtful she didn’t at least know it was a possibility. Rose frequently sent her children off to boarding school and Joe Sr. merely stated that Rose was at a new location in Wisconsin. However, Rose knew Joe was researching the procedure and asked her daughter, Kick, to investigate it. Kick reported it was not for Rosemary but when Rose was out of the country, Joe Sr. had it done anyway. It was an instant disaster. Rosemary could no longer talk or care for herself. Whereas before Rosemary was able to read and write, albeit at an elementary level, she was now a shell of a person. Thanks to many years of care and therapy in Wisconsin, Rose achieved the ability to communicate rudimentarily and walk with assistance. However, this was due to the love and care of the nuns who treated Rosemary like family. Rose offered no such support. In fact, she didn’t visit Rosemary for over 20 years! Joe visited her at first, but abruptly stopped his visits in 1948, 13 years before his devastating stroke. Outside the family, it was said Rosemary took a teaching position in the mid-west and wanted her privacy. Even her siblings didn’t know the truth for many years.

Which brings me to a fact most people don’t know about Rose. She’s a bitch. Most people think she selflessly cared for her 9 children while her husband cavorted through the country with beautiful women. In truth, Rose had servants that did most of the household duties and child care. Rose was there emotionally supporting the kids, which in her mind meant weighing them constantly, putting them at diet tables, and pushing them academically and athletically. Poor Rosemary was under so much pressure to preform like a Kennedy, she likely felt immense failure. Her parents accompanied her to many social events with the expectation no one must know she’s not like her sisters. It is theorized that these expectations and the continual educational goals, led to Rosemary’s outburst in her early 20’s and her eventual lobotomy.

Speaking of emotional support, it was hard for Rose to give it because she’d travel to Europe for months at a time. Her son, JFK, even wrote her once saying what a fine mother she was leaving for such a long time (sarcasm intended). Simply put, Rose was far from mother of the year. And while Joe Sr. did have quite a few girlfriends, including Gloria Swanson, Greta Garbo and Marion Davies, Rose didn’t make it easy. Rose believed in sexual relations only for the purpose of procreating. So when her last son, Teddy, was born she said “no more sex” and Joe said to himself “I’ll call Gloria”. The point being that although Joe Sr. was a womanizer, Rose may not have minded his diversions.

The Kennedys sent their children to boarding skill by middle school age, but in Teddy’s situation it was around third grade. The Kennedy’s enjoyed spending November-May in their Palm Beach, FL home. This didn’t coincide well with Teddy’s school schedule, so off he went. I can’t imagine sending Josh to boarding school, let alone an 8 year old kid! Like her siblings, Rosemary spent much of her childhood away from the family. Rose had a bad habit of not telling the nuns how bad Rosemary really was. At one point she convinced 2 owners of a summer camp to tell Rosemary she was a Jr. Camp Counselor but offered to pay her tuition, considering her disabilities. Rose purposely downplayed Rosemary’s issues and the level of oversight she required. Rose did this a lot and as a result, Rosemary had to move schools and camps frequently, each transition being extremely difficult. The camp owners (sisters) telegrammed Rose within a couple weeks of Rosemary’s arrival, explaining how difficult things had been.  They asked that Rose pick-up Rosemary immediately. In true Rose fashion, she refused, and later questioned the bill she received, which was the same as agreed upon earlier. Rose did offer to have Rosemary’s godparents pick her-up, but only in New York, a full day’s trip away. Both owners always stayed at the camp when it was in session, but they were left with no choice other than accompanying Rosemary to NY.

When Rose finally went to Wisconsin, she was upset and surprised that Rosemary didn’t welcome her lovingly. This is the same woman who abandoned her daughter for decades and she was surprised she didn’t get a bear hug? Rose spent no time bitching out the nuns for Rosemary not wearing a size 4. Remember, she weighed her kids regularly, and thought nothing of placing them on diets. Poor Teddy was on a diet probably his entire childhood! I guess he found where the Oreo’s were hidden or there was a kind servant. I bet Rose gave them terrible raises each year.

If you find this story interesting, you will love Rosemary-the Hidden Kennedy Daughter. It was a great history lesson, teaching me more about society’s view on the mentally challenged than anything I’ve read before. I also recommend you read Doris Kearns Goodwin’s the Fitzgerald’s and the Kennedy’s, ideally before Rosemary.  It gives you a great backdrop for understanding Rosemary and provides an in-depth look at Joe Sr, Joe Jr, JFK and Kick’s life.

Speaking of Kick, Rose refused to acknowledge her  after she had the nerve to marry a Protestant! Reading how horrified Rose was about Kick’s choice, despite his nobility and kind nature, really cemented my option of Rose. Sadly, Kick’s husband died as a war hero soon after their marriage. Rose never met him and no one in the family attended his funeral. Kick later became engaged to a divorced Protestant man, which Rose is probably turning in her grave over still to this day. Joe Sr. was eventually convinced to meet Kick and her boyfriend in Paris. But a few days before, the pair decided to vacation in Cannes and on their way, their plane crashed in a severe storm. Kathleen died at 28 years old. Only her brother, Joe Jr., attended her funeral in England because, gasp, Kathleen had the nerve to love someone who wasn’t Catholic. Can you imagine if she brought home a black or Jewish man? Rose would have had a heart attack right then and there. As it was, she didn’t die until 1995 at the age of 105. Proof that only the good die young… okay, maybe I am a bit dramatic, but you have to admit. She wasn’t the best mother.

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Thinking About Tomorrow

 

Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of an extremely difficult day in my life.I don’t think it’s important to say what happened, because let’s face it. We’ve all had difficult days in our lives and even years later, these days are hard to think about.

The pain I felt that day is still there, it’s just not as sharp as it once was. When something unexpected happens, just being able to accept the reality of “what is” can be extremely difficult.It’s overwhelming to realize your perspective, your trust and your sense of security was nothing more than an illusion.You try to find reason and hope in the days that follow, but it’s hard. Really hard. The world as you knew no longer exists. The people you called friends may not be there at all. Through that, you are expected to move on and be the person you always were. When you no longer look at the world the same way, that person may be hard to find. If you want to find them at all.

When you experience loss, whether it’s your health, the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship or your career, you learn things. Like, who really cares about you. Unlike Maid in Manhattan, the guy running for Senator isn’t always okay with you wearing Natasha Richardson’s clothes*. When you role changes your relationships do not always follow. Ask any divorced couple and they will tell you there are “his friends” and “her friends”, no matter how many dinners you shared together. With time, you realize the people you lost may be the most difficult part of your transition. But then you say to yourself, F them. They weren’t my friends at all. But, you also get mad at yourself for not realizing this sooner. Like, before you bought their $150 wedding gift and poured your heart out to them.

When you lose something important you suddenly have permission to drop the bravado and focus on what truly matters. You are no longer too busy to think about what you really want to do with your life. This is what people call “the silver lining”. The problem is that when you figure out what you want to do, it’s not always easy. Fragile self-esteem and grief make these failed starts even more difficult. But with perseverance you may find yourself on the other side, thankful for what life has thrown at you. I am not there yet, but I am getting there. It’s a road that has been traveled by many people much less fortunate than me. Ones that would relish the opportunity to be in my position. Writing a blog while they are home with their kids, living in a nice house with 3 crazy cats shedding all over the place. As you can tell, I am trying to cheer myself up and doing that thing called “putting things in perspective”. I am sure you’ve been told to do that before. This is when Rocky Road Ice Cream comes in handy. Unless you are a diabetic, in which case you still eat it but skip the marshmallow cream sauce.

Did I experience “silver lining” in my life this past year? Yes. I am grateful for the time I’ve had with my kids, to write, to rest (I have fibromyalgia, so this is important). But, this doesn’t take away the feelings I had 1 year ago today. They are still there, but they speak more quietly to me. With time, I hope I won’t hear them at all. Because what matters is my opinion of myself, no one else’s. It’s just easier to say than to believe sometimes.

Explanation of my Natasha Richardson reference:

*If you haven’t seen Maid in Manhattan I am pretty sure you’ve never had cable. J-LO tries on a rich lady’s clothes when cleaning her room. Cute guy sees her in the clothes and thinks she’s a guest at the hotel. They fall in love, but guy doesn’t know J-LO is a maid. They fight when he finds out, but they end up together. I am pretty sure the bitch isn’t a maid after that.

Cognitive Dissonance – Yes, you have it.

funny-fire-sign-twitterLast week I wrote about 2 separate topics. Convenience friendships and how people have difficulty reconciling conflicting information. As I explained, when you strongly believe something, for example your husband is a wonderful person, you may be unwilling to accept any evidence to the contrary. That’s why friends are often advised not to tell a wife about a cheating spouse. The wife is likely to attack the messenger, thinking he/she has something to gain by lying. This can also translate to work situations and other types of relationships. Let’s say you are the GM at a Marriott and think your management team is the best in the business. If someone came to you and said that your management team was abusive to the housekeeping staff, you may have difficulty reconciling that against your previously held beliefs. You may decide the person making that claim is exaggerating, is mistaken, etc. It’s easier to remove the puzzle piece (the person making the claim) then to change your belief system about your team. That is really what my previous blog post was about.

What is coincidental about my post is that I began reading a new book on Saturday. It happened to mention the phenomenon I was trying to capture. There is actually a name for it, it’s called Cognitive Dissonance. As explained by Jon Ronson, the author of So You’ve Been Publically Shamed, “It feels stressful and painful for us to hold two contradictory ideas at the same time. So to ease the pain, we create illusory ways to justify our contradictory behavior”.  It felt good to know that not only did I understand a truth about human nature but there is actually a name for what I’ve observed.

Ronson’s book focuses on people that have been publically shamed by well-meaning people, who on their own would not engage in this behavior. For example, do you recall Justine Sacco? I have a feeling you won’t remember the name, but you will remember the situation. Justine was the Sr. Director of Corporate Communication at a Media and Internet Company. She sent the following tweet, before boarding her flight from NYC to South Africa.

“Going to Africa. Hope I don’t get AIDS. Just kidding. I’m white!”

Justine knew that white people are not immune to AIDS. It was meant to be a humorous social commentary, yet she was destroyed by it. You can read more about what happened to Justine at: http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/15/magazine/how-one-stupid-tweet-ruined-justine-saccos-life.html?_r=0.

Justine was an unknown person to the twitter universe. She had 170 followers.  Yet, because of this one tweet, people became her judge and jury. They vilified her. It was fun. Reading about Justine’s experience, I was moved by some of the things she said. One of the people credited for making the tweet go viral told Ronson that he had a feeling Justine would be, “fine eventually, if not already”. Justine’s response?

“Well, I’m not fine. I’m really suffering. I had a great career and I loved my job and it was taken away from me and there was a glory in that. Everyone else was very happy about that. I cried my body weight in the first twenty-four hours. It was incredibly traumatic. You don’t sleep. You wake up in the middle of the night forgetting where you are. All of a sudden you don’t know what you are supposed to do. You have no schedule. You’ve got no purpose.”

I have a feeling just as many of us can relate to that, as can relate to jumping on the social media bandwagon.

How to Survive the Reign of the Drama Queen

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Just about everyone has a Drama Queen (or King) in their life. If you are lucky it’s someone you don’t have to interact with often, but for the sake of argument let’s assume this person is your co-worker, sister, neighbor or significant other. Chances are they probably are if you’ve read this far.

Having previously led a 300+ person call center, I’ve experienced this phenomenon on more than one occasion. I had long forgotten the tribulations of dealing with a Drama Queen, until my friend recently shared her experience at cheerleading camp. As the story goes, my friend was exhausted after spending all weekend with a so-called Drama Queen and had conducted her own internet research to figure her out. Of course, not to be out done, I immediately began my own research to supplement my experience in the field of “armchair psychology”. To be fair, I have taken many college classes in this field and have read my share of books. So- I am slightly more experienced than people who just watch Dr. Phil.

Not everyone who has an undesirable personality meets the diagnostic criteria for having a personality disorder. However, Histrionic Personality Disorder does describe what many would consider a Drama Queen. Does this describe anyone you know?

  • Excessively emotional
  • Wants attention and feel unappreciated and/or uncomfortable when they don’t get it.
  • Constantly wants approval.
  • May use sex appeal to gain an advantage, even in professional situations.
  • Lively, dramatic, and charming, to the point of being theatrical.
  • Needs stimulation and excitement to feel complete.
  • Considers relationships more intimate than they should.
  • Highly suggestible
  • Will cry, sulk and blame others to advance their position.

About 1% of the general population is believed to have a Histrionic Personality Disorder. To put this in comparison, this is the same percentage that have Celiac Disease, which is an inability to digest gluten.

Another mental disorder which often goes hand in hand with drama is Bi-Polar Disorder; particularly if the patient is not taking their medication. I read quite a few message boards that consisted of bi-polar patients and their families. By reading these forums, I gained tremendous insight. Below is a composite of what Bi-polar patients and their families had to say:

  • I get bored with stability. I need a lot of emotional stimulus to feel like I’m fully living my life.
  • I feel a need for emotional craziness. I am in a stable relationship. My girlfriend is relaxed and feels happy most the time. I tend to start fights just to not be bored in the relationship, even over petty things. It makes me feel alive.
  • I reach out in times of real or imagined crisis when I can’t quite deal with the situation alone. In a way, the drama is gratifying to me.
  • I act this way when I want support. I just don’t know how to ask for it in the right way.

You are probably asking yourself what is the best way to interact with a Drama Queen. After all, you aren’t always going to be in a position where you can simply avoid this person. The good news is there are a number of ways you can make the relationship easier on yourself. But first, you need to change your mindset.

While Drama Queens can be exhausting to deal with, chances are you should feel empathy for their situation. Most people who fit this description didn’t get the attention and love they needed as a child. They adapted by finding ways to get what they needed. Patience and empathy can go a long way when you are feeling frustrated with your Drama Queen. Remember, he/she is probably feeling worthless and unwanted and is hoping you can help them feel differently.

Steps for Effectively De-Escalating your Drama Queen

  • Stop trying to change them, you can only change yourself and how you react to the drama.
  • Know when to walk away and disengage. If you start to feel frustrated or upset, this is when you should excuse yourself.
  • Don’t ask about feelings or triggers you know are likely to stir up negative feelings. If feelings come up, do not tell your Drama Queen it’s all in his/her mind or that their opinion is unimportant.
  • When starting a conversation, give a time limit by saying you have something else to do in a set period of time. Prolonged discussions increase the chance of drama creeping in.
  • If at work, ask pointed questions rather than open ended questions. You’ll want to remain as subjective as possible (discuss clear-cut facts).
  • Reward good behavior and celebrate what’s good about your relationship.
  • Pivot away from conversations/texts/situations where your Drama Queen is telling you about a perceived wrong or dramatic event in her life. In other words, change the subject to something positive in their life.

When you receive a text your loved one was hurt for example, it’s hard not to reply with a dramatic response yourself. However, after reading about Drama Queen’s it is clear that sometimes these situation are exaggeration of facts or not true at all. Therefore, it’s best to remain calm and simply acknowledge your received the text and ask what you can do to assist. Chances are, the situation is being interpreted incorrectly by your Drama Queen, but remember – it seems very real to them.

If you have any advice for dealing with Drama Queens I’d love to hear it! Please leave feedback following my post.

Choose to Look Forward (Updated)

Last month I shared the incredible journey of my friend, Fiona, who triumphed over adversity. She is truly an inspiration to me and everyone around her, although few know the details of her journey. Just last week, we completed our series of interviews. I’d like to share with you my completed piece. If you have any suggestions regarding what publications may be interested in Fiona’s story, please share your thoughts.

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Statistics tell us that emotional abuse is common place; often the result of a partner’s need to place blame for life’s stress on someone or something. Being overwhelmed at work, unexpected traffic, a missing sock, all happen in life. None of these things are necessarily anyone’s fault, but emotional abusers have difficulty accepting that and find the need to lash out. In doing so, they often project their feelings onto others; blaming their partner for their rage, their harsh words, and their temperament. Avoidance will only last so long before the next perceived trespass occurs and the vicious cycle starts again.

Not all emotional abuse is equal in severity or frequency. The abuser’s conduct can vary considerably outside his/her rage filled incidents. Many “short-tempered” men and woman may be otherwise good partners. Their occasional eruptions may be hard to forgive, but not the norm. Others accelerate their behavior to the point where their partner is emotionally harmed, experiencing lack of confidence, anxiety and/or depression. In severe cases, abusers become violent; especially when their behavior no longer elicits the desired response or they fear they are losing control.

If you met Fiona today, you’d have a hard time believing she endured severe emotional abuse at the hands of her husband. You would see a vibrant, new age type of gal, who exudes warmth and positivity from the moment you meet her. The talkative 47 year old, who many would place several years younger, finds purpose in improving the lives of others. One of Fiona’s favorite past times is creating unique jewelry pieces, which she often gives to her students and colleagues without the slightest expectation of reciprocation.  Over the years, Fiona has enjoyed a variety of careers, including IT Director and most recently, Associate Professor at her local junior college.

Before this success, Fiona lived a very different life. One that almost killed her.

Fiona was only 12 years old when she first met Rick. Although she didn’t have a crush on him, Fiona welcomed the attention. By then, Fiona was living mostly with her grandparents. Her grandmother was kind and welcoming, but there were also many tough times.  Fiona remembers sleeping on the front porch at least once a week; thrown out for whatever trespass her grandfather imagined. Fiona would wait there until morning, knowing her mother would not let the sight of her shivering outside interrupt the cycle. Eventually, Fiona adapted by bringing a sleeping bag in anticipation of her banishment. Fiona got good at avoiding her grandfather altogether by hiding underneath the kitchen table for hours on end. If I am invisible, Fiona reasoned, she could escape her grandfather’s drunken rage.  Being invisible would become a pattern in Fiona’s life. It’s the way she coped; the way she survived.

Living under these conditions wasn’t exactly the worst Fiona experienced. Just a few years earlier, when Fiona was only 10, she was still living with her mom. Like many young widows, Fiona’s mother wanted to find a companion not only to share her life but to help pay the bills. Fiona vividly remembers the knock on her front door six years earlier, when soldiers told her mother the awful news. Fiona’s father was in Vietnam, like millions of others in his generation. Now he was gone forever.

Fiona’s mother turned her focus to her career, working 2 jobs and eventually rising from phone operator to senior management. But before she found success, she met a new man. It wasn’t long before they decided to move in together, with Charles’ 14 year old son, Tim, moving in 6 months later.

At first, everything seemed fine with the arrangement, not that anyone asked Fiona her opinion. But when Tim moved in, the dynamic changed. While most 14 year old boys wouldn’t have the slightest interest in engaging their 10 year old quasi-step sister, Tim was different. Fiona liked how attentive he was. Unlike Fiona’s mother or grandfather, Tim was happy and they had a great time laughing together. After a month, Tim became sexual with Fiona, to the point of intercourse. When talking about the relationship, Fiona is still protective of Tim. She calls what they had “sex” even though she was far too young to consent.  She adds that she never said no or tried to stop him. “He was just doing what his father did”, Fiona explains. Charles “only” touched Fiona inappropriately, which she knew was wrong. Wanting it to stop, Fiona went to the nuns at her small Catholic school. Like so many people in Fiona’s life, the nuns let her down; believing that nothing happened, simply because her mother said so. That evening, Fiona’s mother made it clear that she didn’t believe Fiona and it was never to be spoken of again. Thankfully, Charles stopped the unwelcomed visits but the message was clear. Fiona didn’t matter and she was not to be believed.

As Fiona continued her relationship with Tim, she suspects he was confronted. This may explain why after just 6 months, Tim committed suicide. Fiona was not relieved, she was devastated. Tim was a bright ray of light in an otherwise dismal existence. Fiona felt guilt for Tim’s death and wanted him to come back to her.

Fiona was 12 years old when she first met Rick. She welcomed the refuge he was able to provide. Spending time at Rick’s house meant Fiona didn’t have to sit on edge, waiting for her grandfather or mother’s rage to erupt. With Rick, Fiona felt protected. However, even this relationship was toxic for Fiona. Not only was Fiona young to start dating, Rick was 5 years her senior. Shockingly, no one in Fiona or Rick’s family had the protective instinct to question the relationship.  Fiona’s aunt thought it was “cute” when Rick, the busboy at the restaurant she worked at, asked young Fiona out. The giddy feeling that usually accompanies young love remained absent that day and the rest that followed. However, Fiona was happy. She was somewhere she was wanted. While Rick was often angry, he was less angry than Fiona’s mother and grandfather. Tim’s parents were also kind to Fiona, taking an interest in her. That was something Fiona’s mother never did.

Over the next 3 years, Fiona was shuffled between her mother’s home and her grandparent’s. Neither home was full of love or comfort, other than when Fiona was alone with her grandmother. Her grandmother was a wonderful woman who deeply cared for Fiona, but she was powerless to stop the rage that enveloped her.

During those early years, Fiona was courted by Rick. They’d go to restaurants, movies and walks together. From the outside, everything looked normal other than their age difference. It was Rick who taught Fiona how to drive. By that point, Fiona’s mother lived 200 miles away after accepting a job transfer across state. While most parents of 15 year old girls wouldn’t dream of leaving them behind, Fiona’s mother didn’t dream of taking her. Rick didn’t mind the responsibility or the fact Fiona completely depended on him.  For some time now, Rick considered Fiona his property and not just his girlfriend. Rick only felt comfortable when he knew where Fiona was and what she was doing.  Rick’s continual presence in Fiona’s life was something she never took for granted. Fiona felt lucky that someone as smart and handsome as Rick would love her.  Rick would often say, “No one else will want you. You are fat, ugly and a used up whore”. Fiona believed every word of it.

While Rick spent weekends involved in sports, Fiona spent time alone. When she was young, Fiona’s life consisted of school and Rick. Once she married at 20, Fiona replaced school with domestic chores. Fiona didn’t lament she was bored or wanted more of a social life. She was kept in a “figurative cocoon” that felt right to her.

Today, Fiona laughs as she remembers the aptitude test she took in Junior High, which suggested she should be a housewife.  Somehow in the midst of Rick’s hold on Fiona, she managed to flourish as a hair stylist. The independent spirit Fiona exudes today makes it easy to see her in this role. However, back then it was truly going out “on a limb”. After all, Fiona’s own school essentially told her she shouldn’t attempt a career. Rick continually told Fiona she was untalented and worthless, things that Fiona truly believed; yet, she found the strength to become a talented stylist.

Although Fiona was gifted at her trade, she struggled with the social aspects of her job. Fiona knew to ask the obligatory questions like how is the family, but she couldn’t bring herself to really listen to the response or carry on a conversation. In Fiona’s mind, it was an unspoken rule that you don’t talk about your problems. At that point, Fiona didn’t even understand she had problems with Rick. She thought every marriage was like her own. By that point, Fiona and Rick had been together over 7 years, more than a third of Fiona’s life. Fiona dutifully never questioned their relationship, one that Rick kept at arms-length. They never spoke about their feelings or what Fiona wanted out of life. Everything was about Rick, his work, his sports, his friends. Fiona had become a shell of person, one whose sole purpose was to be there for Rick.

The joy of Fiona’s life came when she was 25 years old and gave birth to Jennifer. The unconditional love Fiona felt for Jennifer, and 2 years later for her sister, Kate, was nothing like Fiona felt before. Rick shared in this excitement, happily doting on his daughters, his mood shifting. Fiona resolved that she would give her daughters a wonderful life and always be there for them. However, Fiona didn’t dare think of any of their lives being separate from Rick’s. Although Rick was controlling in some ways, he was a loving father. Unlike Fiona’s mother, Rick was always there for her, supporting Fiona as she stayed home raising the girls. Before long, Fiona and Rick managed to purchase a home just 2 doors down from Rick’s father. Fiona was relieved her girls had family nearby and that Rick seemed happy. Still, there wasn’t a day that went by without Rick’s criticism stabbing Fiona’s very core. This is just how married life is, Fiona told herself. I am lucky that someone like Rick would even want me.

Neighbors would often see the family traveling to Rick’s father’s house. The group would often eat lunch together and the kids would play in the backyard. While Fiona would causally greet the neighbors along the way, Rick angrily kept walking. On a number of occasions, when Fiona was inside with the girls, Rick would instigate arguments over petty things. “He’s an ass”, the neighbors often said, not so quietly under their breath.

Fiona’s life may have stayed on the same path, if it wasn’t for a horrific car accident that occurred when the girls were 1 ½ and 3 years old. Not only was their car totaled, but all 3 were severely injured. The baby, Kate, fractured 2 vertebrae in her neck. Her doctors initially insisted she was fine, but mother’s intuition told Fiona otherwise. Despite her weak emotional state, Fiona fought for her daughter and eventually she was given the correct diagnosis and placed in a body cast for 6 months. Jennifer suffered paralysis in part of her face, a condition that eventually resolved itself. Fiona’s jaw, nose and several ribs were fractured and she lost several teeth. Due to the severity of impact, Fiona later delivered a stillborn child, having lost the baby in her 6th month of pregnancy. Fiona struggled to recover from her physical and emotional injuries. Reminders of it continued for years, as chars of glass periodically emerged from Fiona’s tongue, which had been nearly severed in the crash.

During the recovery phase, Rick kept his distance, although Fiona could tell he was concerned. Fiona doesn’t harbor anger for that or the days that followed, when she was expected to continue her domestic duties. Fiona says she understands how hard it must have been for Rick to see everyone he loved hurt. While Fiona admits she would dive in and help someone she loved in their time of need, she understands why he Rick couldn’t. He was scared. It never occurred to Fiona that she shouldn’t be cooking and cleaning anyway. Thinking back to that time, Fiona assures me Rick really did care about his family, in his own distorted way.

As traumatic as the car crash was, Fiona considers it to be one of the most positive days of her life. Through the experience, Fiona had an epiphany. From that point forward, she knew she was responsible for ensuring her daughter’s lives were not like her own. Fiona began to feel herself change. She had seen her life and the girl’s life nearly end in a second. The last thing Fiona wanted was for the proceeds of any law suit to fall into Rick’s hands. If she could only do one thing, Fiona knew it had to be protecting her daughter’s financial interests.

Within days, Fiona began seeking legal advice. This was an amazing move, considering everything Fiona did previously was with Rick’s direction. While her intention was to focus on the girl’s financial well-being, her attorney recognized that Fiona needed much more than that. Fiona needed a way out of her marriage. Trusting her attorney fully, Fiona allowed him to pursue a series of moves that ultimately would free her. Fiona presented Rick with the paper work to begin the process, praying he would sign without questioning it. Since Fiona never challenged Rick before, he quickly signed the papers, oblivious he handed his wife her first victory.

As Fiona began thinking independently, she questioned why she felt like a whore every time she had sex with Rick. She knew that refusing his requests would only make the situation worse. At least Fiona could control Rick’s anger for a short time, if she gave him what he wanted. Rick always wanted Fiona to dress in trashy outfits and play a part. Fiona could be anyone other than she truly was. In truth, Fiona had no idea who she was, but she wanted to find out.

Until she almost lost her life, Fiona didn’t feel free to think or want for herself. Fiona was certain she didn’t deserve anything better; that she owed Rick gratitude for accepting her as “damaged goods”.  Now she began to see the true Rick. How his anger bubbled over to the point it became his very essence. In the weeks that followed, Fiona questioned everything. Was she was really ugly, fat and dumb? Fiona could hear Rick’s voice assuring her she was until miraculously, something deep inside Fiona emerged. For the first time, Fiona was uncertain if these things were true. Almost losing her life brought Fiona to the realization her life was hers to live, not Rick’s.

Fiona’s world consisted of her daughters, Rick, his dad and an occasional chat with neighbors in passing. Fiona rarely visited her grandmother, although she continued to think of her fondly. Fiona’s mother had become a stranger long before; their relationship consisting of 1-2 brief phone calls per year. When asked if she had any friends, Fiona asserts she had no idea how to be a friend. What would she have talked to friends about anyway, Fiona asks, as she remembers the girl she once was.

As the world of online chat rooms emerged, Fiona realized she found a less threatening way to experience the outside world. Fiona could chat for hours when Rick was at work, without fear of discovery. Rick had no idea how connected to the world Fiona could become with just a few keystrokes. Fiona was amazed by the different personalities she encountered. Eventually, Fiona took interest in one person in particular. Unlike Rick, Luke had nothing but compliments for Fiona. Luke told Fiona she was funny, sexy and interesting.  It didn’t take long for Fiona to find a baby-sitter so she could meet Luke at his place. At first she was surprised, learning that Luke was actually 25 years older than her, but this did little to deter Fiona’s intentions. When it was over, Fiona felt triumphant. For the first time, she didn’t feel like a whore. Until that moment, Fiona wasn’t sure it was possible to feel anything other than shame. With Tim and Rick, Fiona was the person following their lead. Now, Fiona was in the driver’s seat and it felt pretty damn good. Although Fiona had no intention of seeing Luke again, the experience gave her the strength necessary to finally give her attorney the go-ahead.

The day Rick was served divorce papers, his rage was unforgiving. He wrapped Fiona in an electric cord, just in case she thought she was in control of the situation. He would decide if they’d be married, not Fiona. Rick never had laid his hands on Fiona before. His anger often made Fiona feel he was about to, but somehow Rick always restrained himself. This time, Fiona was worried she may not come out of the situation alive. Fortunately, Rick eventually let go of the cord, ushering Fiona downstairs and locking the door. From that point forward, Rick considered Fiona the enemy. In his mind, she ceased to exist as a person.

Once the door was locked, Fiona felt a sense of relief. She was finally separated from Rick and his anger. If she went upstairs, he’d kill her. It wasn’t a question if he would, it was when. Looking around, Fiona only saw a few scattered items, including 2 sofas and an old mattress, which would serve as her bed for the next year. There was no radio, television, exercise equipment, or books – really anything other than the laundry sink, washer and dryer. The walls and floor were simple concrete, absent the large hole you could crawl into, filled with left-over dirt from construction. A non-working computer, fan and paint discarded nearby, served as a godsend in the weeks that followed. Natural light illuminating from 3 small block windows, helped Fiona and the girls rise each morning.

Within a day Rick unlocked the door, but it was clear to Fiona she had to stay downstairs.  Too young to fully understand the situation, the girls would alternate between spending time with each parent. At night they’d happily sleep with Fiona, one by her side and the other at the foot of her makeshift bed.

Fiona spent weeks trying to make the basement as welcoming as possible for her girls. Using supplies she found downstairs, she painted Little Red Riding Hood and teddy bears on the walls and hop-scotch on the floor. Soon, the basement was littered with toys and laughter, providing a seemingly normal existence for Jennifer and Kate, who were too young to understand how trapped their mother really was.

The girls and Rick continued their daily trip to his father’s, now sharing every meal. Fiona was not welcome, after all she was a “cheater”, who needed to be supervised closely.   Rick and his father wired the house and somehow tapped into the phone line, although Fiona rarely spoke with anyone. Eventually, Fiona’s attorney called, asking for additional payment. With her name removed from their joint bank accounts, Fiona had only her grandmother to turn to. After making the call, Fiona waited for Rick’s reaction. Although Fiona did not divulge how bad things were, she knew the word “divorce” in itself was enough to infuriate Rick. She was right. After listening to her call, Rick rushed to find his own attorney, making allegations that Fiona was a serial cheater, a drug addict, and an unfit mother. Rick even hired a Private Investigator to “catch” Fiona in the act, although doing so was illogical. Fiona never left the house; her car, wallet and money taken long ago.

Since Fiona filed for divorce months earlier, Rick had the conundrum of what to do when court notices arrived. He didn’t feel obligated to give these to Fiona, but he knew if she didn’t appear someone may come searching for her. Out of self-preservation, Rick threw crude post-it notes down to Fiona and left her car keys on the days they had court appearances. One of the notes called Fiona “A N**ger loving c*nt” which didn’t play well with the judge, who happened to be a black female. When the post-it note was shared with the judge, Rick got quite the tongue lashing and the notes stopped immediately. Even though Fiona had the wherewithal to share the note, she continued keeping her living arrangement private.

At first, Fiona kept herself in the basement only when she thought Rick may be home. But with time, things changed. She began to fear that Rick would come home unexpectedly and be so upset at the sight of her, he’d kill her. In the rare instances she’d go upstairs, Fiona began having difficulty finding something to eat. Even the occasional left-overs the girls used to bring home stopped completely. Fiona assumed this was a form of sick punishment, until she overheard Rick telling his father he’d tell police Fiona was anorexic and starved herself. Oh my God, this is how he’s going to kill me, Fiona realized in horror. Fiona never felt more powerless than she did at that moment. From that point forward, Fiona took simple satisfaction in knowing she survived another day.

The boredom most people would have felt eluded Fiona. She explains if she realized she had the right to be entertained, she would have been ahead of the game. Fiona’s mind focused only on one thing, survival. Fiona didn’t know how she’d be rescued, but she was certain it would happen. Even in her darkest days, Fiona never lost the optimism that is so much a part of her life today.

From the outside, it’s difficult to understand why Fiona didn’t simply walk out the front door. Even today, Fiona insists the only way out was for Rick to be forcibly removed. Going to a battered woman’s shelter would have “broadcasted” what was going on, bringing Fiona “shame and embarrassment”. Fiona wanted to keep her situation secret for the girl’s sake and make sure they were able to stay in their home. It was only years later that Fiona realized the shame was Rick’s alone.

For the next two weeks, Fiona found herself in a fog like state. No longer eating, she sustained herself by drinking water from the laundry basin. That same basin served as Fiona’s bathroom, since going upstairs was no longer an option for both physical and safety reasons. Fiona’s long flowing dresses dragged on the floor, far too big for her shrinking frame. It had been almost a year since Fiona went shopping; since then she lost nearly 35 pounds.

The few times Rick went downstairs, he looked past Fiona like she wasn’t even there. Until then, Fiona remained positive she would be rescued.  As much as she tried to cling to that dream, Fiona now found herself reasoning that even if she didn’t make it, her daughter’s finances were still protected. There wasn’t much time. Rick was about to win.

As Rick and the girls went on with their lives, one of their neighbors, Laura, began to wonder where Fiona was. It seemed like months since they last saw each other. Laura knew from their brief interactions that Fiona wouldn’t leave her daughters. Laura also knew she didn’t like Rick and he wasn’t the kind of guy she could trust to give a straight answer.  Worried, Laura called police asking they complete a wellness check.

Laura waited eagerly by her front window, hoping the police took her concerns seriously. Within 20 minutes, a police car arrived. The wait felt like forever, as Laura tried to recall the last time she saw Fiona.  It really was a long time ago. Knowing Rick’s attitude, Laura envisioned Fiona cut into pieces and stuffed into a suitcase. That bastard is going to get away with it, Laura told her husband. Laura struggled to see what was happening, but as the police approached Fiona’s home, Rick’s overgrown shrubs restricted her view.

When the police arrived, they were stricken by Fiona’s appearance. She was just 86 pounds, far under an acceptable weight for her 5 foot 2 inch frame. It is feelings rather than words that Fiona remembers best from this day. Fiona remembers an overwhelming sense of joy and relief, as the officer carried her upstairs to the waiting ambulance. What happened once at the hospital or in the immediate days that followed is a blur to Fiona. She is unsure if she made a conscious decision to forget the details or if it was her brain’s way of protecting her from further pain. Whichever the case, Fiona has no interest in re-visiting that day. What she wants to focus on instead is the life she chose to live from that day forward. A life that she wants other domestic abuse victims to know is entirely possible.

Just as Fiona envisioned, Rick was immediately removed from the home. He was ordered to provide Fiona the funds necessary to care for herself and the girls. Rick would never be prosecuted for the way he treated Fiona. This is okay with her; punishment was never something Fiona sought for Rick. “You can’t be put in jail for hurting someone’s feelings” she explains, “but I think it’s funny he ended up living in his father’s basement for 6 months after I was rescued”. Fiona’s freedom means more to her than any sentence Rick could have served. She survived and that is victory enough.

Many women would have emerged from this situation anxious, depressed, and suffering from PSTD. Fiona made a conscious decision to never look back. She knew that a depressed mood wouldn’t be good for her girls and somehow willed herself to move forward. She truly feels she’s the luckiest person on earth. Fiona enjoys the little things in life, much in the same way someone who survived cancer may feel. This feeling of wonder and gratitude has not wavered, even though it has been nearly 20 years.  Fiona feels grateful that she’s gone through this experience, because otherwise she doesn’t think she’d appreciate the love she shares with her second husband, Patrick. Fiona vows to never let anyone else in her life tell her what’s going to happen to her. “I will not be put in a box again. You have the right to dream your own dreams and think your own thoughts. That’s what I want other woman in a similar situation to understand”.

As Fiona’s girls matured, she wanted them to have the choices she lacked. “I wanted them to figure out what makes them happy. I was there to guide them, but it was something they needed to do on their own”. Fiona didn’t want to impose anything on her girls, including religion. Fiona spent months taking the girls to various churches, temples and groups and encouraged Jennifer and Kate to each make their own choice. Fiona also encouraged Jennifer and Kate to take time and date a variety of men, before committing to anyone. “Discover what you’d like in a husband, what is good, what is bad, what’s unacceptable and what’s non-negotiable”, Fiona urged. “Only then can you pick the person that is right for you”. Fiona is proud of the choices her daughters have made and is fulfilled knowing they are enjoying life on their own terms.

Jennifer, Kate, and Patrick are unaware of the enormity of emotional abuse Fiona endured. Fiona doesn’t want them to dwell in the past or feel pity for her. “There is no point to it, it was a different lifetime”. The tears you’d expect from Fiona aren’t there; she is emotionally detached. It is clear Fiona intentionally distanced herself from the person she once was. Knowing Fiona never sought therapy, I wonder if this is how she did it; by virtually re-birthing herself the day she was rescued and never looking back.

Not surprisingly, Jennifer and Kate rarely speak to their father. Although he was loving when the girls were very young, as they matured it was harder for Rick to maintain the relationship. Even when the girls were still in grade school, Rick began allowing long periods of time to elapse between visits.

Rick has spent his life in a series of short-term relationships. Ironically, he is currently living with a woman who makes her living as a dominatrix. Fiona is not surprised, citing Rick’s “sexual fetishes” that for years, shaped the way she viewed herself.

Although Fiona doesn’t have a close relationship with Laura, she is still friendly towards her when visiting the old neighbor and remains incredibly grateful for the call she made that day. After thanking Laura for what she did, Laura offered to write a letter to the court to aid in Fiona’s custody hearing. Not surprisingly, Fiona was awarded full custody. Patrick, for the last 15 years, has been the father figure her girls so desperately needed.

What is most inspiring about Fiona is her decision to choose happiness. To choose life.  “Choose your own thought process. Once you get that, the whole world opens up. Think deliberately and of things that are good for you and everyone around you. Don’t let anyone else decide what you do.  You alone should have that ability.” With that, Fiona triumphantly smiles and begins talking about her new life, one she is so grateful to be living.

34 Things Teenagers Wish You Knew About Them

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It’s safe to say that my 15 year old daughter (Kayla) has a stronger social media presence than I do. I have about 170 Facebook friends. She has almost 4,000 followers on her “Edit account on Vine”. I put that in quotes since I really don’t understand what it is, other than it having something to do with One Direction.

Through Kayla’s various One Direction pages, she’s become close friends with 3 girls, all out of state. Kayla assures me that she’s not talking to a 40 year old guy in his mother’s basement. The girls facetime each other and have group chats that go on for days. Unless Jared from Subway hired a decoy, I think we’re okay. Besides, we watch Catfish (on MTV) every week. It’s pretty hard to remain naive about the internet after watching that show. If you think it has to do with fishing, it’s time to watch an episode.

At my request, Kayla asked her Vine followers what they wish adults understood better about teenagers. Here are the unedited replies:

If boundaries and limits are set by them we will break them.
The pressure of school has a big effect on us.
Its hard not to change when everyone around us is.
We need sleep.
We do get sad sometimes and all we want to do is lay down. It doesn’t mean we’re lazy.
We may have more problems than they can see.
Sometimes we just need time for ourself.
It’s really hard to know who you are when everyone else wants us to be something we’re not.
We are finding our way.
We are our own people and as we grow up we’ll develop different morals and values than what they taught us.
They should remember that every teenager has a different experience and its not going to be the same on that they had.
Sometimes we want to be left alone. That doesn’t always mean we have a problem or something is wrong.
Our generation isn’t exactly like theirs and how school, bullying, etc. was in their day.
We get stressed too.
Sometimes treating us too much like adults is taking away our youth.
We are not going to be just like them and that maybe some things are not a phase.
When we say we don’t want to talk we mean it.
You have to make your own mistakes to learn. Just because someone preaches something to you it doesn’t mean you are going to understand it. You have to go through that thing to realize it’s not right or that you shouldn’t get into that situation again.
How much certain people actually mean to us.
If we share a problem we’re waiting for support, not judgment.
Just because a friend of mine does something bad I don’t necessarily do that too.
I am 17 and sometimes they treat me like 7.
They don’t need to force us to do anything. We know about the responsibilities we have and will do it in some time.
They don’t need to keep saying the same “safe things” we learned the first time.
We’re human too. We do sh– like everyone else.
Internet friends are just like real friends (my parents prefer friends I actually know in real life).
When they say you haven’t done anything all day or don’t work like us we actually do. We go to school.
My parents are getting better about this, but adults in general aren’t sensitive enough about anxiety.
That being inside all day on your phone isn’t being active, because it actually is.
We need sleep.
That I am not the same as them and I am not going to make the same mistakes, but I’ll make my own and learn from them.
Adults need more awareness of anxiety and depression.
They need to understand that they shouldn’t treat their sons different than their daughters (example: let their sons date any girl and freaking out if their daughter even thinks a boy is cute).
It is easy to hurt a teenage girl’s feelings and they shouldn’t make them cry by saying mean things even if it’s a joke.
How f—— stressful it is with school and that everything isn’t always easy. Things can be really hard sometimes.
I wish they knew about all the pressure and stress we go through
That we’re not perfect and that we make mistakes too.
Why (do parents) obsess over stuff?
I wish they knew that it hurts when they compare you with your friends or siblings or anyone that is better than you.

Parent Takeaways

The respondents that referred to mental health concerns are far from alone. According to the National Institutes of Mental Health, about 8% of teens have an anxiety disorder and over 3% of teens have debilitating depression. An even greater number have milder and transient forms of both.

The symptoms of depression and anxiety are different in teens than adults. Teens are more likely to be irritable, aggressive or filled with rage. Adults tend to be more sad and withdrawn. Teens are also more likely to have unexplained aches and pains and extreme sensitivity to criticism. Parents often assume their teens are too young to be depressed or that they are simply moody. However, professional help is necessary, especially considering teens can be more difficult to treat than adults. Anti-depressants are riskier for teens. These drugs may alter normal brain development. It is also known that teens have a higher suicide risk than adults taking the same drugs.  Therefore, therapy is an important part of the treatment process. The goal being to minimize the use of drugs or avoid it’s use altogether.

When a teen is suffering from an anxiety disorder, their symptoms may also present differently than in adults. For example, one of the most prominent symptoms of anxiety disorder in teens is shyness. As adults, we often think of anxiety as a feeling of impending doom. If our teens do not specifically use those words, we may miss the opportunity to provide much needed help.

Unfortunately, the vast majority of teens do not receive treatment for anxiety or depression when appropriate.  Whether our respondents need intervention is difficult to say. However, it is clear from reading their replies that stress, anxiety and depression are a primary concern.

Compared to 30-40 years ago, teens are under more stress. Stress can be caused by homework, too high of expectations, parent divorce, dating and relationship issues, employment, etc. A recent study called, “Stress in America”, states that (on average) teens are at a 5.8 stress level during the school year, based on a 1-10 scale. Adults average 5.1. Perhaps the increase is due to teen’s continual access to the internet, creating pressure that wasn’t there years ago.

It’s not surprising that online relationships are extremely important to teens. In the late 80’s I had a pen pal I met through Teen Magazine. She was an important part of my life for many years, but our communication was limited to quarterly phone calls and weekly letters. Today’s teens have the opportunity to instantly talk to their online friends throughout the day. This super-charges their relationships beyond what we experienced during our own childhood. Teen Vogue ran an a article over a year ago titled, “Why Online Friendships Are the New Norm”. Imagine how much more this is the case just 1 year later. It is important that parents realize how important these friendships are. We should ask our teens about these relationships rather than minimizing them. In a recent study, almost 1/3 of teens have met 5 or more friends online. Most of these friendships remain virtual, just like pen pals in the old days. An author speaking on the subject put it this way, “Teens and parents have different views of online friendships because they have different ideas of what socializing should look like. What parents don’t realize is that the vast majority of teens socialize online with people they already know and tend to meet new people through those people”. – Danah Boyd, It’s Complicated: The Social Lives of Networked Teens.

Sleep also came up twice in the responses, which most teen parents would expect. If left to her own devices, Kayla would sleep past noon every day! According to the experts, teens need about 8-10 hours of sleep per night to function at their best. However, less than 20% get that amount of sleep on most school nights. (National Sleep Foundation). The Today Show reported on this problem recently:

http://www.nbcnews.com/health/kids-health/us-schools-kids-start-too-early-study-finds-n405231

It is recommended that High School start at 8:30 or later, but few schools do.  The video also explores the negative impact of sleep deprivation in teens. My own daughter’s school starts at 7:20a. To accommodate make-up, hair ironing and travel time she wakes up at 5:30a. This translates into her getting about 6-7 hours sleep each evening.

Several respondents talked about wanting to make their own mistakes without being overly judged. If Kayla’s question went out via postcard 30 years ago, I am sure the same concern would have been voiced. When our children reach their teen years, they are struggling to assert their independence. This causes conflicts that experts advise you control by setting boundaries. Some of the better tips I’ve read online are as follows:

  • Talk about negative things (consequences) that happened to you as a teen when you broke a rule.
  • Make sure you explain what those consequences are if your teen breaks certain rules. It will help your teen understand they are ultimately accountable for their actions.
  • Negotiate rules with your teenager. They are more likely to comply if they had a say in the creation of these rules and understand the reason behind them.
  • Let your teen deal with the natural consequences of their action. Do not try to minimize the impact. For example, if your teen can’t volunteer at the local animal shelter because they received detention, its their responsibility to re-arrange their schedule.

Happy Parenting! If you have a question you’d like Kayla to post on Vine I’d love to hear your suggestions.

Massage Therapy from a Therapist’s Perspective. Why you can’t ignore this growing industry.

hamptonMeet Sarah Hampton, my personal Massage Therapist. You can find her at Balance Massage in Ann Arbor, MI 3-4 days per week.  I first began seeing Sarah when she was working in Northville 3 years ago. We became friends and through our weekly sessions, she has eased my Fibromyalgia (FMS) pain. She is the married mother of 2 great kids, Corey and Summer, and is actively involved in Scouting. We recently had the opportunity to sit down and discuss what it’s like being a Massage Therapist.

How long have you been in this line of work? 10 years.

What makes your job satisfying? Where I am able to get with clients.  It can be difficult, because not everyone gives you feedback. But, if they come back every week that tells me they like what I am doing.

What is the typical gratuity you receive? 10-20%.

What is the largest tip you’ve received? I have a few clients that give me around 35-45% ($20-25) for 60 or 90 minutes.

Is there anything the big tippers have in common? For example, are they service workers themselves? No, not really.

Is there anything in common with the people who don’t tip or give smaller amounts? Yes, they seem a bit off…quirky, weird. I think they can’t afford it. They say things like they are on a pension.

Are any of the no tippers regulars? Yes

Do you think most therapists are motivated by the fact they are helping people, like you are? Yes, if they are serious about their career.

How did you get started in massage therapy? I fell into it. After I got out of the Navy, I couldn’t find a job. I ended up working at Starbucks. I saw a television commercial about massage school one day. I thought it sounded interesting. I gave them a call and I was in class the following week.

How long was the class? What did you study? School was 9 months long and it was every day. We had homework. We studied medical terminology, medication conditions, skin conditions; things you can’t do massage for. We also studied anatomy, massage techniques.and how to market yourself.

How long before you started practicing on each other? 4 months.

Were you nervous? No. Having the other students work on you could be horrible though. Some of them just didn’t have the touch. You can tell right away. You can’t fake it until you make it since it’s so hands on. Everyone feels different when they touch someone, but having the touch isn’t something you can learn. You either have it or you don’t.

Did you always plan to work for someone? Yes, it’s a huge liability having your own business.

Is Massage Therapy a good career for a working mom? Yes, it has very flexible hours; especially if you can find a place that’s busy during the day. Now that massage is much more known than it was 5 years ago, it’s easier to stay busy during the week. People understand that massage can fix problems they are having. It isn’t seen as just a luxury anymore. More studies have come out showing how massage can help mentally and with stress reduction. It is good for many different things.

To achieve these benefits, do you need to visit your therapist on a regular schedule? Yes, how often you go depends on the person. Some need once a week, others can go 2-3 weeks; however, at 4 weeks everyone should be coming back. Your body’s muscles have memory and your stress will come back.

How do you get past the “yuk” factor with some of your clients? Well- if they have a lot of hair you need to use more oil so you can glide easier (Sarah laughs). However, before my shift I mentally prepare so I am clear headed and in a good mood. When I look at someone’s body I see muscles, I don’t see the person’s personality or appearance. I am feeling their body and focusing on what I am doing.  It makes it easy to work on different kinds of people.

Have you ever had to turn someone away because they were too heavy for the massage table? No, the tables can handle up to 500 pounds.

Have you ever worked on someone you thought was anorexic? I had someone who was thin like that, but I knew she had medical problems. It is more difficult to massage someone who is really thin. They have no muscle tone, so you feel like you are massaging bone. However, I can tell it feels good to them.

What do you wish your clients knew? How hard it is to do the work. It can literally be back-breaking. People don’t think about that. It’s not a 9-5 you can do every day. I need to constantly do home-work like stretching, icing, everything we tell our clients to do. We also have some tools we can use on our hands at work that help. We practice what we preach to our clients. I would never tell someone to go run 2 miles, because I wouldn’t do that myself.

 What age do people drop out of the business? I have seen some pretty old therapists. They don’t do a lot of deep pressure due to arthritis or tendonitis. You are helping people so it’s hard to walk away from that and go to a desk job.

Have you ever thought of expanding your education and moving towards a Physical Therapy Degree (PT)? PT is so much more impersonal. You only see people for a set period of time and you are telling them what exercises to do on their own. I like the personal nature of my job.

Any shocking confessions from clients? One woman would come in 1-2 times a week, her husband came in once before too, so I knew who he was. She told me she didn’t want to be with him anymore. I felt what she was telling me was too personal, but I knew she was just venting and trying to feel better. I let people do that. It was awkward when her husband came in again. Knowing all that stuff about him “was crazy”.

People tell me a lot of stuff actually, but I am okay with it. People relax that way, it takes their mind somewhere else so they aren’t paying attention to the work I am doing. Their muscles let go and it’s better that way. But, we’re encouraged to make it a Zen experience and are told to remain quiet during our sessions. Some days I am quiet and do not feel like talking myself.

Have any clients ask you something overly personal or sexual? No one has asked me anything that was too personal. I only had an issue one time, when I just graduated and started my first job. I was working at a vitamin shop with a massage room in back. I was so stupid; I didn’t know enough. I told the lady (that owned the shop) I could do massage for her. She called me one night to come over. After I finished massaging this guy he said, “That’s it?” I asked him to repeat himself and he said the same thing, so I asked what he meant. He started to say, “so there’s no…” and then got angry, so I walked out of the room. I don’t remember if I got paid or if I cared if I got paid. I just walked out. The company I work for now books appointments and makes reminder calls in a way that lets people know we’re professional.  I’ve had people grab me before to show me what’s wrong or needs work. They are not supposed to do that and it’s an indication there could be an issue.

Anything anyone else people should know about their Massage Therapist? People can always communicate with their therapist. Therapists sometimes don’t say enough during the sessions either; we’re guilty of it too. If someone says “Ow that hurts” or “it’s too deep, ease up”, I am glad they told me.

Have you worked on kids before? Yes, I have worked with a few kids with autism, sports injuries, or dancers. Kids are more sensitive and ticklish so you have to work around that. I wouldn’t use deep pressure. One kid I worked on broke his spine but kept playing water polo. Another had back issues from rowing.

Author Notes

You can read more about the benefits massage therapy can provide autistic kids here: http://qsti.org/.

I started visiting Sarah at the urging of my doctor, who is a Physiatrist or PM&R. This is a branch of medicine that focuses on the treatment of disorders relating to the nervous system, muscles and bones. Physiatrist uses an integrated approach when treating patients.  Not all studies prove long-term benefit from massage in FMS patients, but there are many doctors, patients and studies that support this is the case. An article supporting long term therapy for FMS patients can be found here:  http://www.fmcpaware.org/massage-for-fibromyalgia-a-therapist-s-point-of-view.html

The legal stuff, since I am going big one day.

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How Depression Made Me a Better Person

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I am sure after my last post, you are expecting some light reading. However, one my idiosyncrasies is my fascination with health stories; particularly about mental health. My idea of a fabulous evening is a TLC marathon of Untold Stories of the E.R. There is also a new TLC show called Diagnose Me, which is equally as awesome.

I recently submitted an article to Good Housekeeping for their Blessings column. Their web site warned it could take 3 months to receive your rejection letter. Yes, I am fully expecting one! But, now that I have my blog with 2 whole subscribers I don’t need Good Housekeeping do I? A special thanks to Sheri and Molly for being my earliest fans.

By the way, can you help me reach my goal of 5 subscribers? It’s easy to do. I’ve installed a blue “follow northville mom” icon on the menu bar. Scroll down to the bottom of my page and you will see it on the right hand side.

And now I bring you a LKK exclusive: How Depression Made me a Better Person 

In High School, I watched my friend, Beth, struggle with Bi-Polar Depression.  I didn’t understand what those words meant. All I knew was my mom was hesitant about me spending time with Beth and that she was sent “away” more often than she was home. My problems centered on keeping myself 110 pounds and finding a boyfriend. Beth’s problems related to her wanting to kill herself.  Suddenly, we were worlds apart.

In college, I relished assignments that allowed me to better understand Beth. However, I felt distant from the experiences I read about. I convinced myself I was stronger and better able to accept life’s tribulations. While I felt empathy, it was impossible for me to feel what Beth felt. Perhaps this is why I lost touch with Beth. I continued to view her as someone who failed herself, as much as I viewed her as having an illness.

Shortly after graduation, I lost a parent unexpectedly. Despite my grief, I was able to move on. I had my first taste of anxiety and depression through that experience, but I didn’t connect what I was feeling to the words I studied. I remained separate from “them”. After all, I had plenty reason to feel sadness.

Since childhood, I’ve noticed I tire easily and have more aches and pains than others my age. By my mid-thirties, pains that once required a heating pad began to overtake my existence. It was only when I could no longer focus, I was forced to face my new reality. I found myself getting confused at work and crying with little provocation. I heard negative voices in my head telling me I was incompetent and undeserving. I no longer felt hunger. The feeling of impending doom shattered my sense of well-being. Deep within my neurosis, I was no longer able to recognize what was happening to me. I could not simply pull myself out of it.

Fortunately, a friend quickly noticed the warning signs and urged me to see her doctor. When no physical issues were found, I was prescribed an antidepressant. Although it took years, I was eventually diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, a chronic neurological condition that lowers serotonin levels in your brain. Many suffers of Fibromyalgia have anxiety and depression.

It may seem unlikely I’d view this experience as a blessing, but I do. My experience has taught me more than words ever could. Mental illness is no different than Cancer or Diabetes. It is something that overtakes your body in a physical sense, even if there isn’t a test that confirms its existence.

I am proud to say that in my former role as Vice President, I had opportunity to help others recognize they were suffering from mental illness. I was able to offer a sympathetic ear and bring comfort to those seeking help.  Unless you’ve suffered from a chronic condition, including mental illness, you can’t understand how all-encompassing it can be. Fibromyalgia brought me a level of compassion and understanding I otherwise would have never had.  For that, I am grateful.