Overheard in a psychiatric hospital; “Does anyone know the definition of a pedestrian?”
“Sure. People who are run down by cars.”
When my son was very ill, a friend suggested that I try meditation. I simply did not understand what it was all about, so she sent me a C.D. by snail mail and told me to try it at least twice a day.
“But what am I supposed to do?” I asked.
- Don’t worry. Assume a comfotable posture lying on your back or sitting. If you are sitting, make sure that your spine is straight but drop your shoulders. Close your eyes if that is comfortable for you.
- Focus your attention on your belly, feeling it rise or expand gently as you inhale, and fall or recede as you exhale.
- Every time your mind wanders, gently bring your attention back to the feeling of your breath coming in and out.
I slipped the C.D. into the diskplayer, disconnected the telephones, took off my moccasins and lay down on my bed. The disk started and a man with a deep, soothing voice told me to close my eyes and relax from my head downwards. I was feeling quite relaxed and tried to do as he said. I was quite enjoying myself, then, I remembered that I hadn’t made an appointment to have my hair cut the following day. I jumped off the bed , turned off the diskplayer and made the call. Then, I padded back into the bedroom, and started all over again. I lay down and closed my eyes. I tried to follow the soothing voice telling me to relax and clear my head of all thoughts. I tried hard, really I did, but then I started giggling; why? Because I remembered the jingle that my late son had told me he’d found on the internet, and which I’d found so amusing then.
It went like this;
A flea and a fly in a flue
were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, “let us flee,”
“Let us fly” said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.
When I was done laughing, I tried again. The soothing voice was pleasant and so was the music, but I never got past the first five minutes. Eventually I gave up and resolved to try another day, but sadly, that did not happen.
So, I searched for other ways of handling stress and read up about it. The first step was to reconize my personal signs and symptoms, then to act the way I always did when mastering a new skill; like I did the first time I gave a public presentation. I took a deep breath and got on with it.
Positive confrontation was a good coping skill… Then I read that self-relaxation was helpful but I wasn’t good at that, so I had to look further. I discovered that I had to endure, master and survive what life had thrown at my family and convert stress into a positive force. I learned that it was not what happens to us in life that counted, only, the way we handled i. That was very important.
I also had to get rid of my anger; I was angry at my son for contracting schizophrenia. At my most irrational moments I blamed him, realizing how irrationally I was behaving. I was angry at my husband for not preventing this illness from entering our family. I was angry at all the mental health professionals for not helping us and for not curing our son … until I felt that my anger was about to destroy me.
I had to recognize what made me angry and to be aware of the negattive feeling I had when I was angry. So I tried working very hard in the garden, sat for hours watching the waves break on the shore, and then I started writing. Slowly, my anger lessened and other feelings took its place.
What I wanted was my happiness back; we had been such a happy family before schizophrenia knocked at our front door. Happiness? What is it? My late husband was the most happy and content person I knew. He looked for the positive always, and every day found something to enjoy; be it a spectacularly colorful sunset, a flowering bush, a child laughing or smiling, or something as simple as paging through his multitude of stamp albums.
Very slowly, I started to do things that I liked doing, when I had the time; and instead of dwelling on the negative, I tried using my husband’s method of coping. Today, I think I have managed. What helped me most was being busy, so much so, that some of my friends tell me that I do in one day what they do not manage in a week.