I suspect that most of us tire of every day facing the task of organizing our medications. Not a huge task, but a task nonetheless.
We need a day of rest.
I would like one day a week when I was not sick. A day of not having to measure sugars or of taking medication. A reprieve. A day of less responsibility. It would feel great. Maybe it could seen as a gift for a week well-worked?
My cells don’t know that my psychology has declared today as a ‘rest day’ — they need to be regularly fed with the medications that make them better function so I, in total, also function better. I know that. But the emotional draw to a day off is real. Imagine, Sundays could be no med days!
This is a case of what is good for some of my emotions is not good for all of me. I’m sure others feel the same draw.
…and I write this as I dole out the morning meds that, thankfully, keep me alive.
Just a couple of early morning thoughts.
Yesterday an older woman came for her appointment. It was the first time I ‘d met her boyfriend. In the course of talking, she noted a bit of his history — he was wounded in WWII. Of course I had to inquire. He was one of the many who landed on the D-Day beaches — he carried a radio — he called it ‘a really old fashion version of a cell phone.’ He was shot in the leg. And he is on a walker to this day.
I mentioned this to my daughter who was helping in the office — she spoke to me of never having met more than a very few WWII vets. Her grandfather, whom she sadly never met, was a WWII vet.
She shook his hand and said thank you to him for his service and for helping to make our world better.
“You’re welcome,” he said. We could see the mixture of a smile and a tear.
His girlfriend then said he doesn’t like to talk about it much. As she said this he further nodded yes.
So unbeknownst to outsiders, my daughter and this gentleman had an experience that spanned 72 years; it also gave new life so it will live on to another generation. It was good for that man, for her, and for all of us.
A patient and I spoke of marriage and politics.
“They are very much the same – one can’t make either work with only a sense of ruling – there has to a comfort of understanding.”
I encouraged him to elaborate.
“I’ve dated a lot of girls, and as a group many of them were fine people. But only a few seemed to vibrate with me and I with her.”
“How so?” I reached for more detail.
“They didn’t make glib summaries, they wanted to know the details, and, for example, they wanted to know why I did not do the obvious about somethings in life. My wife – she asks why I have my fears, and doesn’t demand I first act and then study. She isn’t afraid, nor is she on a path to make me build false walls and unstable bridges. She wants roots to feed lasting changes.”
He continued: “it the power of the nuance, isn’t it? It’s knowing and respecting the nuances that makes for sustainable growth. Politicians often spew out promises and ignore the nuances in the service of quicker results. Quick activity may stop a festering problem from worsening but only knowing the nuances will fix its origin. We marry those with whom we share, foster and appreciate common nuances. Love in many ways is sharing nuances. Wow, the power of the nuance….”
What an interesting word…it means an antidote to poison.
Sometimes the psychological poisons in us keep us prisoners.
Sometimes people will speak of enmeshing toxic relations that taint and control their lives.
Therapy is therefore the process of understanding the poisoning, the why, the who, the when, and the what of it all, and to step by sometimes slippery step remove or immunize oneself from the poison.
Too often denial, drugs or alcohol gives the impression of immunization. But this method is replacing one poison with another.
Insight, practice, a willingness to learn from others, and not being afraid to make errors and feel some pain along the therapeutic road — this is the antidote to poison.
This can be your theriac.
Use the term.
We were talking about talking and how good talking seeds ideas.
There are three types of talking:
The dialogue: a intermixing of ideas with inputs from at least two parties, and whose ideas are dynamically shared with the intent to modify each other’s convictions to the end of stronger, broader, and more gripping communal conclusions.
The monologue: ideas emerge from a speaker to at least one listener. There is not the immediate and out loud dynamic response to an induced idea by the speaker, but still a breathing dialogue exists. The dialogue is in the listener who develops new ideas and then has a quiet dialogue with his own insights. The monologue may not cause growth in the speaker’s mind because the speaker cannot tune into and feel the reflections of what the monologue induced in the listener. It is the listener’s silent dialogue
The dictatorialogue: the speaker does not want to induce seedling ideas in the listener. Instead obedience, submission, fear, revenge, egocentric posturing, falsehearted education, and an admonition not to tolerate uncluttered dialogues are the goals, all nefarious, and all dehydrating the listeners’ roots.
To which my patient with marital troubles responded: my friend and I dialogue, my minister and I monologue, and my wife – sadly – and I dictatorialogue to each other.
I knew a patient for a long time.
She had very real money problems, few friends, abysmal estrangements with her family, and terrible anxiety and depression.
But she also had a past that was full of assumptions, glory, and money. Except that it was a world built on thick looking, but actually thin ice.
Her long ago lover was rich and famous.
She rationalized why they broke up, and she equally bragged how special she had been.
She is now in trouble.
Clearly she was the kept woman who was not kept.
From which we are reminded – again — that adult contentment and security grows from what we put into life, not what we are given.
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