The Change

2016 June 30
by Dr. Zachary White

We are always recovering from something—a long weekend, too little sleep, too much fun, too much eating, a bad week at work, a disappointing relationship, an error on our part, an error on someone else’s part, unmet expectations, and so on. Much of our belief in recovery is a desire to return to a state of so-called normalcy.  A hope that we can and will return to who we once were and to remind ourselves that the experience that changed us will define us no longer.

 

 

For caregivers, recovery means something different. Caregivers don’t seek refuge in recovery because we change in such profound ways that we often don’t want to return to our previous selves.  Here are just a few of the ways in which caregiving irrevocably changes us and the way we respond to others:

  • Life is interruptible. While others get caught in the rut of boredom and sameness, we can’t help but be reminded that life is constantly interrupted and interruptible. Always changing. Unpredictable. Others expect to awaken the next morning to life as it was yesterday. We go to sleep at night with no guarantees that tomorrow will be anything like today. Others talk with confidence about their future—assuredly projecting themselves days, weeks, months, and years into the future. Caregivers typically don’t. We are humbled by the present, and realize that what we think will happen is no guarantee of what will unfold. We know our only guarantee is the present.

 

  • Control is a myth. Other people believe that their actions alone can effect change. On the other hand, our loved one’s bodies remind us that control is something that is fleeting. We quickly realize that life isn’t ordered the way we thought. Our thoughts and beliefs become chastened by our loved one’s changing physical circumstances, and the world around us seems to push us forward and around, like the experience of being thrown from a raft. Alone, and beyond the raft, the river quickly teaches us that our efforts to protest are futile—there are forces greater than our desires and efforts. Life is fragile. Our bodies are fragile. Our experiences remind us that we live in a world that is beyond our control, especially when it comes to those we love most.

 

  • Intolerance for triviality. Healthy bodies love consuming the latest celebrity gossip and news. Their fates seemingly rise and fall with their favorite sports’ teams. Over time, caregivers’ tolerance for triviality dissipates. Spending time with people who suffer, or who are struggling, means we can’t help but find it difficult to digest the fixations of popular culture. Meaningless endeavors become a threat to our emerging values. Chatter about insignificant topics or faraway scandals become exhausting and overwhelming when we want someone to notice our own lives. Our challenges are not abstract—they are struggles of life and death. Unlike others, we don’t allow everything and everyone into our lives. We become discerning gatekeepers—only allowing people and information that mean something to us and our loved ones. It’s all personal for us. And we think that’s a good thing.

 

  • Hellos matter as much as goodbyes. Almost everyone believes in goodbyes. Caregivers, however, pay special attention to hellos. Caregivers realize that the hello is just as remarkable as the goodbye. Someone came to see me? Someone interrupted their routine to visit? Someone prioritized me and chose to make it possible for us to spend time together? Time that could have been spent doing something else? Caregivers hold extra tight to visitors in the midst of the hello greeting because we more fully appreciate the miracle of shared space than those who take for granted the presence of others. For caregivers, the hello is the most precious and sacred of acts.

 

  • During—not before of after. Before and after photographs are so enticing because two different images of the same person juxtaposed next to one another seemingly reveal everything we need to know about how someone has changed.  The contrasting images–changes in weight (loss), hair cut, makeup, clothing–are irrefutable visual evidence that a transformation has happened.  For caregivers, change isn’t about how we look. It’s relational. Value based. Internal. Our new selves do not emerge with any grand proclamations because we’ve been changed by what happens when we were with someone.  Who we’ve become isn’t a result of anything that happened before or after but a result of what transpired when we allowed ourselves to be close enough to be changed by the person we cared for.

Instead of looking in the mirror to notice how we’ve changed, we should look to those with whom we now surround ourselves with. Look to the causes and organizations we identify with. Look to what we value and what we exclude from our life.

Notice that we aren’t moved by what others are invested in—we’ve been marked by the experience of care that has no expiration date. We don’t recover from being a caregiver.  Care changes us.  We take our experiences and our care with us and, in the process, we are remaking the world around us.

 

 

I’m Not Where I Thought I’d Be

2016 June 23

At some point, everyone utters the phrase—I’m not where I thought I’d be—privately to themselves.  Some of us, however, are more vulnerable than others, especially when our expectations are frustrated by challenges in life that we never thought, expected, or planned.

Unfortunately, our questions can  often be mistaken for accusations  because we repeat them to ourselves so many times that we can’t help but think they are true. So the next time you get momentarily stuck in the quicksand of—I’m not where I thought I’d be—you might want to keep in mind the following:

  • Where we are now is never where we thought we’d be—ever! When things are going well, we don’t reflect. We keep moving, and going, and pushing. Reflection and contemplation happen when our lives become interrupted, when what we thought was going to occur—doesn’t, or when what we never planned to happen—happens.
  • The past is never a good predictor of our present. The trajectory of our expectations is always the same—they are straight and unchanging lines defined by their end points, not by process. Our dreams don’t account for the need to turn, swerve, speed up, slow down, pause, turn around, let alone change directions. But dreams of the future are powerful because they are seemingly so clearly defined, real in their gravitational pull toward some desired destination. Unfortunately, we can easily become lost and disoriented when what we thought was going to happen doesn’t correspond or make sense given our everyday challenges.
  • For all of us whose lives have at some point been interrupted, there is one undeniable fact: we aren’t who we used to be. Our past dreams often delude us into thinking they are timeless and timely when they are not. Our dreams almost never account for the fragility of life, love, care, illness, disappointment, and rejection. Too often, our dreams can’t keep up with who we’ve become. Dreams are like milk, they go sour and make us sick when they are past their due date, though we rarely throw out our dreams when they expire amidst new realities, changes, opportunities, and insights.
  • Dreams can be incredibly deceptive because they often omit the messiness and tensions and responsibilities that characterize our everyday relationships. Most people’s dreams aren’t about becoming closer to another human being when it’s not easy. Most people don’t dream of loving someone when it’s not easy. Who dreams of what life will be like when we love someone who becomes ill? Who dreams of managing the challenges of work and life and children? Who dreams of being depressed? Who dreams of struggle? Who dreams of bodily interruptions? But we’re not most people anymore, are we?

When you torment yourself with feelings of failure and disappointment because you’re not where you thought you’d be, begin to edit your past expectations. Change the script of your dreams made years ago in a galaxy unconnected from the world you inhabit now. Start with where you are, here and now. Use your current situation as a starting point, not as an ending point. You are changing, so should your dreams.  The next time you question yourself because you’re not where you thought you’d be, remind yourself that the where may not be nearly as important as the person you are becoming.

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A Graduation Ceremony for the Rest of Us

2016 June 9

Each year, I have the rare privilege of having a front row seat to one of the few respected rituals in contemporary life: college graduation.  It’s beyond unfortunate, however, that we don’t ritualize life’s other markers beyond graduation.

In honor of life’s often overlooked but life-altering transitions, here’s what a ceremony for caregivers might look like . . .

What Are We Honoring? 

Our ceremony will honor our willingness to respond to life roles that we were drafted into—unexpectedly.   That’s right, the roles that called us to care that didn’t occur within our expected time frames and didn’t conform to our plans.  These care roles weren’t the roles that we spent our lives sculpting our resumes to attain.  Explaining care doesn’t go over well at parties—trust me, I’ve tried—because people don’t know how to respond.  Care isn’t a position. It’s not a company. There are no promotions.  It’s not a bucket list item.  These life roles came at us, whether we were ready or not.

Honoring care authentically means none of us would individually walk across a stage for a handshake and picture.  For our ceremony, that would be deceptive and impossible—we’d never fit everyone in the camera frame.  Invisible life transitions like caregiving are always social—our responsibilities and connections highlight how we are rooted in and grounded with others.  Our ceremony will call attention to the fact that our lives aren’t defined by other people’s beliefs about ambition.  No, our ambition isn’t neatly packaged.  It’s private and public, familial and stigmatizing, life-altering and life-affirming.  This ceremony will honor our willingness to walk not simply toward our goals, but also our willingness to open doors into people’s lives when few others would.

 Who Would Speak? 

Commencement speakers are the celebrities of college graduations.  Carefully chosen and vetted, a person speaks for the graduating class.  An inspiring figure.  A public celebrity we’ve seen on television. A politician or sports figure that comes from afar to tell us about the art of living, armed with sweeping answers and clichés to rid of us of our uncertainty and tell us there is nothing really to fear because the world beyond is for the taking.

For our ceremony, we’d do things much differently.  Importing a national figure to talk about our everyday, lived experiences wouldn’t make sense to us.  When someone tells us they have the “answers”, we tune out.  We don’t have the energy or patience for such speeches.    We’re not even looking for answers and we’re not keen on listening to others who charismatically clean up and organize our lives in fifteen minutes or less before heading out of town.  We’re used to messy—clean clichés wouldn’t work.

Instead, perhaps all of us in attendance would write out a line or two about our experiences and challenges, or draw a picture or create a tune, integrating our creations into a babble of voices and representations.  It would be noisy no doubt, but whatever is created would be connected to others’ creations.  We would be both creators and audience—our words and creations and images and sounds and presence would be our rousing anthem. Not a Katy Perry kind of anthem though. Unlike college graduates, we’re not waiting to be inspired. We know too well the expiration date of inspiration.  Our experiences tell us that inspiration without love and care and a commitment to others rings hollow.  I’m talking about an anthem of our own making that allows us to pause time long enough to mark our care transitions—however confusing—while surrounded by others.

What Would Be Said?

This is so very complicated because we know graduation speeches always include a brief shout out to the past and an unending preoccupation with what is coming, where people are going, and who they hope to become.

Our ceremony couldn’t help but be drastically different.  We don’t think like most college graduates—we don’t see ourselves as unbounded, floating in the wind of life.  Our roles connect us to those we love and care for.  Sometimes we feel our connections constrain us but we also know they are the life fulfilling necessities we wouldn’t want to live without.  We aren’t free agents. We are social agents.  That’s what will be said.  And shared. And felt.  And celebrated.

Most people dream of where they will visit and what sights they might see and experience after graduation.  Grief.  Loss.  Anger.  Loneliness.  Silence.  These experiences are typically not invited to graduation speeches.  But these are the places we have visited and these are the places that have visited us.  They have compelled us to expose parts of ourselves we didn’t want others to notice.  They’ve made us vulnerable, inspiring us to endless self-questioning and doubt.  They aren’t glamorous destinations but they are necessary parts of our journey that shouldn’t be omitted because leaving them out would mean erasing vital parts of our experiences.  Let others edit their words of wisdom to only include inauthentic half-truths.  Not for our ceremony though.

What About Moving Our Tassel?

Today, during our celebration, we don’t need to mark our care transition with the ritual placement of our tassels because we are already marked.  We don’t have to tell people we are important by reminding them of the awesomeness of our yet-to-be-lived future.  We don’t have to strategically self-present like college graduates and tell the world what we think they want to hear.  Today, we are as we are.  We are what it looks like in the midst of disorientation and resilience.  We are college students’ future selves.  The only difference is that for the first time, we can see and appreciate who is around us. We are no longer consumed with looking through people to find a glimpse of the future.  We can appreciate those around us—that’s right, you—for who we are now.  Yes, this is where we need to be, here—complicated.  Tangled. Connected. Grounded. Not out there beyond—but right here. Yes, right here. Not valuable for who we are going to be.  Valuable for who we are and what we are doing now.

Excuse me, but I think I’m going to stay here a bit longer.  Unlike a college graduation, I don’t have a party to attend.  Nothing to run to.  Not anymore.  Do you notice what’s going on?  People are still arriving at our ceremony. The seats around us are constantly being filled because there are no onlookers—no spectators or visitors—just participants engaged in this thing called living.  Stay with me here a bit longer, would you? I want to close my eyes and feel the presence of acknowledgment and shared struggle.  Grab a seat, there’s one right next to me.

Near-Illness Experiences

2016 June 2

When most people think of sickness, they think of a person who is sick or has an illness, as if the sickness is something that one individual possesses.  Caregivers can’t help but understand sickness differently than most others.  While most people think sickness is only about what happens to one person’s body, our repeated exposure to the illness experience changes us as we are constantly reminded that . . .

We aren’t always in control.  Only when we spend time with and near those who are sick, do we know that the body’s voice—aches, pains, discomfort, suffering—can’t be ignored.  Sickness reminds us that it works on its own schedule—not ours.  Our calendars are full of appointments and meetings and to-do lists that we set up when we could plan out our futures based on availability.  But our loved one’s illness doesn’t care what we had planned for tomorrow.  It can’t be postponed until we can mesh our calendars.

Whether brief or permanent, near-illness experiences require us to look in the mirror and see ourselves differently than we might have ever looked at our ourselves before.  Spending time near sickness means never being able to forget that there are forces at play beyond our will and desires.  Care, up close, prevents us from believing that we can—and should—do whatever we want, whenever we want.

We are constantly humbled because we know that sickness eventually finds us all—regardless of our size, strength, income, or background.  Humility is not a space most others inhabit on a daily basis but for those of us who spend time near illness, we can’t help but notice what most others overlook.  Near illness, life appears fragile.  We see so clearly what can go wrong and find it hard to let go of this truth. Appointments can be missed. Dreams can be interrupted. Schedules turned upside down. Habits broken.

When near the sights and sounds of our loved one’s discomfort, we are affected too—often finding ourselves in a state of perpetual unease.

We don’t feel like reading. We don’t feel like watching television. We aren’t comfortable with the lights on. We aren’t satisfied when the lights are off.  We don’t feel like talking. We can’t sleep at night. We are tired during the day.  In a world that’s always on, being near illness can make us feel off, refocusing our attention to the functioning of the limits of the body in ways that inspire respect, fear, and reverence.

We need others.  When we are near healthy bodies, we want an audience to display ourselves, our talents, to remind others—and ourselves—that we are important, worthwhile, funny, and desirable.

When we are near illness, something drastic and disruptive occurs.  We don’t want others to remind us that we are worthy, we need others to remind us that we are not alone because the suffering of those we care for has the incredible capacity to exaggerate our isolation.

We are the witnesses that hear and comfort our loved ones when they can’t present themselves in ways that make others feel more comfortable.  As witnesses to physical authenticity—the kind of authenticity no one talks about—we need to know we are not alone.  We comfort our loved ones with our presence by assuring them that our care exists without conditions.  We reassure them that they can close their eyes and know they will wake up with us near.  But we need reassurance too because our witnessing means that we are often left unprotected from our own doubts and fears.

Sickness and care are so interwoven that to untangle one from the other would render both meaningless.  Sickness without care is unbearable.  Care without vulnerability has no purpose. Too often, we think of people as sick or well, caregiver or cared for—exaggerating the differences between our ill loved ones and us.  We care for people who are being remade by their illness and in the process, we are changed.  Illness can’t be quarantined to bodies alone, it becomes a part of our relationship as care reminds us of what most others too quickly forget: we can’t help but see ourselves in those we care for just as our loved ones can’t help see themselves in us.  For those of us who have had near-illness experiences, we know that illness can’t ever be understood by biology alone—it’s also a relational experience that constantly reminds us of truths we can never forget—even if we want to.  

The Internal Makeover You’ll Never See on Television

2016 May 25

Throughout our lives, we are sustained by beliefs that are left unquestioned.  They simply are.  These taken-for-granted beliefs can’t help but become mistaken for enduring truths that we use to guide our priorities and relationships and choices . . .

Push through, work harder, and do more, because it will lead to something better.

Follow opportunities wherever they may be and whomever they may take you away from.

Make yourself valuable by specializing.

Let passion guide you.

Possibilities are endless.

There is always tomorrow.

Be available to others, all the time. 

I can’t now—I have a meeting.

Caring for someone changes us.  It isn’t just something we give.  It takes something from us too—our taken for granted beliefs.  They are stolen from us but no one seems to notice that they are gone.  We can’t help but become disoriented as the beliefs that had once guided us now appear jagged and dangerous, requiring us to question and even walk away from what we used to hold to be true . . .

Push through, work harder, and do more, because it will lead to something better—I’m done pushing though today if that means just crossing something off my list.  Caring is harder than anything I’ve ever done.  Caring more won’t make my loved one better even though I wish it would.

Always follow leads and opportunitieswhy do leads and opportunities always have to be far away? Why can’t this relationship be my opportunity? And lead to what? I’m satisfied with what’s before me.

Specialize—how is that even possible?  My specialty has a name and a face.  And he doesn’t only need part of me, he needs all of me.

Let passion guide me—why is passion always about work? Isn’t caring for someone I love a type of passion, even if it doesn’t impress others?

Possibilities are endless—no they’re not.  I recognize my limitations and I know the person in front of me isn’t a possibility.  She’s real.

There is always tomorrow—my experiences tell me otherwise.  Now is what matters most.  Now is where I want to be.  Today is the only thing I know to be true.

Be available to others, all the time —I can’t anymore.  I don’t want to be ‘on’ for everyone anymore because that means I can’t be present for the people who need me the most. The people I need most.

I can’t now, I have a meeting—I’m going to be here for you now. This—you—are important.  Nothing else is more important than you.

We change our beliefs when what we hold to be true no longer fits what we are experiencing. The problem is that our care transformation isn’t noticeable.  It isn’t like a before and after reality television show where you can easily see the transformation by comparing what we look like now to what we used to look like.  There are no big reveal moments when it comes to belief transformations.  No, internal makeovers are searing and silent. They reveal themselves slowly, and tentatively, not on stage, but in everyday conversations that are often met with disbelief rather than adoration.

“Are you okay? Seriously, you’re not acting like yourself.”

Care, deep care for another, can’t help but transform us.  Care inevitably infiltrates every part of us from our eyesight to our mindset.  It sets itself upon us in ways that begins to remake what we once took for granted and believed to be true. We didn’t seek to transform our lives—transformation came to us because we dared to care.

The Hospice Affect

2016 May 18

 

When we are physically healthy, strangers are to be kept at a distance. That’s why we lock our doors and are wary of people we don’t know—“Never, ever open the door to a stranger!” When illness enters our lives and the lives of those we love, however, something strange happens.

The people we know most (or the people we thought we knew) find it difficult to enter our lives . . .

“It’s too hard for me to see him this way. He used to be so lucid. And now, he just sleeps.”

 

“What would I say? What can I say?”

 

“I love her so much. I can’t handle it. I can’t see her that way.”

As those we know find it increasingly difficult to visit when the prospect of death is more than an abstraction, strangers willingly walk through our doors.  Based on my own experiences as a hospice volunteer and my academic research on the hospice experience, here are 3 reasons why hospice volunteers, people whom you have never met before, can provide care that many others simply can’t:

(1)  Acceptance—Hospice volunteers willingly walk into our lives when some friends, acquaintances, and neighbors walk out of it. Why? Hospice volunteers didn’t know our loved ones before they were ill.  Their role always begins with the onset of illness.  They walk into our homes and our lives and see our loved ones for who they are—not who they used to be. Sometimes, those who know our loved ones best can’t get beyond comparing and contrasting who they were with who they are now.  In the process, grief and shattered expectations can prevent them from seeing what is before them.  Hospice volunteers openly accept the present.  This pure acceptance of what is—rather than a concern over what was, what isn’t, what could have been, what should have been—means they orient themselves to our loved ones in drastically different ways than most others.  They bring a radical kind of attention to our lives—attention preoccupied by what is rather than what isn’t.

(2)  Guilt and Agenda Free Care—Hospice volunteers don’t bring guilt with them. They don’t know our past. They don’t have broken promises and don’t bring with them past grievances that can sometimes get in the way of the time they spend with you.  Sometimes, our closest family and friends disinvite themselves from the illness experience because they believe they’ve let us down. They said they would call over the weekend—but didn’t.  Guilt then becomes a barrier between them and us.  “It’s too late to call now. I should have called.  What would I say now.”  Hospice volunteers don’t carry with them the baggage of interpersonal and familial obligation. Their role protects them from having to explain, rationalize or justify.  They have no agendas. No desire to persuade you to do or be or say anything other than what you choose.  Sometimes, for family and friends, guilt and unresolved issues get in the way of care visits—turning moments of peace into storms of internal doubt, regret, and confusion.

(3)  The Freedom to Be— It’s hard for us to separate words from care. If you care, you speak. If someone is in your presence, you must be a good host, and entertain them with words and conversation. For others, the premium on words seems to grow in importance as friends and family take the time, energy, and money to visit.  When everyone is preoccupied with avoiding saying the wrong thing or being a good host—authenticity retreats.  Awkwardness enters and dominates.  Silence becomes a sign of a relationship gone wrong rather than a sign of comfort.  Unlike family and friends, hospice volunteers know that what is said isn’t nearly as important as physical presence.  Silence is not a sign of a failed connection, but a vital part of the vocabulary of care and comfort and assurance.  You and your loved one don’t owe hospice volunteers your words. The permission to remain quiet in another’s company, knowing you are not alone, comforted by the peace of another, unburdened by the need to say anything at all, is a gift few others can provide.

The hospice affect is hard to explain to outsiders.  Sometimes, only in the company of strangers, can we feel free to be open and honest.  Sometimes, freedom means not feeling the need to protect or withhold or edit ourselves for fear of how we will be (mis)interpreted.  Sometimes, opening the door to trained hospice volunteers willing and able to enter our homes when it feels like everyone else has exited long ago, reminds us that we are still worthy of attention and connection.  Something strangely beautiful can happen when we greet others who see us in the midst of living while dying.  Thank you to those who knock on our doors when life is still being lived.

Progress – Get Out of My Way!

2016 May 11

Compass

Better yesterday. Better today. And ________________________ tomorrow.  The gravitational force of expectations means that you most likely had no problem filling in the blank consistent with an ever expanding “even better tomorrow.”  Better is what we all want. Better is what we expect because we’re told and retold to fill in the “blanks” of our lives with this universally celebrated refrain.

Progress is something we all want but our belief in progress can often trip us up because we mistake our bodies with things. We can predict things because things move in ways consistent with laws of physics that propel and constrain objects in predictable ways. When it comes to our expectations for loved ones, progress can betray . . .

A young mother weeps over her child’s return to a rehabilitation center after weeks of positive recovery from a disease that robbed him of his speech and movement.

A loving daughter mourns over her father’s inability to read the morning paper after having made progress from a stroke months ago.

Weeks after a complicated and last-ditch surgery, the pain is returning in ways that reminds you of the past.

Deep disappointment and disorientation are ocassional side effects of progress because we can’t help ourselves from wanting and expecting today to be better than yesterday and yesterday to be confined to the past tense. When our bodies don’t listen to our pleas, we can’t help but find ourselves lost and confused, not being able discern north from south, and tomorrow from today, dropping us to our knees in desperation.

Nothing makes sense.

Everything used to make sense.

If I can’t expect yesterday to lead to a better today, what can I believe tomorrow will bring?

We are often sustained by the soaring flag of progress—always planted ahead of us—waving proudly on the mountaintop in the distance. We race toward it.  It is lit at night; a beacon of hope to keep us going in the right direction even when we feel like we can no longer move forward.  When progress is no longer a guide, what are we left to do and where are we to look for comfort?  How do we measure what we are doing when a step forward may also be a step back?

When our expectations of progress are betrayed, it’s hard for us not to believe that we’ve failed. Lost.  Given in. Given up.

At these very moments, we must consciously push the idea of progress aside—at least momentarily—to make sure our expectations don’t betray our bodies. Tightening our expectations in these moments of disorientation can help protect us from thoughts that take us too far beyond where we are.  Reeling in our expectations can protect us from ourselves when we trip on the idea that we aren’t where we believed we would be according to the unspoken laws of progress.

Don’t worry, we can’t keep our beliefs about progress out of the way for too long. The temptation to lean on progress as a way to mark time and success inevitably returns. But sometimes, in our darkest moments of disorientation, the allure of progress can ambush our thoughts of the future—making it difficult to be in the present.  We are here. This is now. We are here. This is now. Tomorrow will sure enough find us, but sometimes we can cheat today by preoccupying ourselves with tomorrow before it arrives.  When I’m consumed by thoughts of progress that don’t (or won’t) correspond with what is occurring, I try to remind myself to follow a simple but ever-challenging rule: My thoughts of tomorrow should never arrive before the rise of the morning sun.

Memories – Not Selfies

2016 May 5
by Dr. Zachary White

It was the way she smiled back at me that I froze in my mind. Hollowed cheeks and bald head but for a small fray of hair reminding us of what used to be, her teeth shone in ways I hadn’t noticed before. The scar running across her head framed her deep brown eyes and widening, child-like grin spread across her ashen face as if it was boldly protesting what was happening inside of her.

Maybe you remember watching your loved one staring out his bedroom window, minutes before you were scheduled to leave for the airport after having spent a week at home visiting? Or maybe you remember trying to capture a last moment in time—listening in tune with her labored breathing, imagining what she was thinking about as you sat nearby, unsure of when you might be able to return?

In the midst of the uncertainty of what will happen between departure and our next arrival—we can’t help but cling to certain memories. But our memories of those we love aren’t like the selfies most others take and post across social media. Our freeze frames of those we love are special because they are . . .

(1) Deeply Ordinary—Selfies require the art and performance of posing. Nobody poses in our freeze frames. We don’t want to capture life—for others—we want to remember life as it was lived. We want to remember what happens in the middle of the ordinariness of life, not on top of the tallest mountain or walking on stage to receive an award. Unlike the staged, selfie moments that live only long enough to be noticed and celebrated by those who know of us, our mental freeze frames invite deep awareness of the authentic, uncelebrated moments that bring us closer to our loved ones.

(2) Sense Based—Our memories can’t be contained in the visual dimension alone. The sound of a loved one’s voice makes a terrible selfie but a lasting freeze frame. The aroma of the food he baked in the kitchen. The way she sipped her coffee. The sound of his rising voice when he became passionate about an issue. The rounding of the lines around her eyes when she laughed. The touch of his gnarled hands. The strength of her embrace. The smell of perfume. The sound of his favorite shoes as he walked with purpose across the hardwood floor. The parts of our loved ones that we hold sacred in our minds can’t be understood only by what we see. Our freeze frames can’t ever be divorced from our senses because they are multi-dimensional, evoking textured awareness that connects us to the presentness of our past.

(3) Private Property—Memories we consciously freeze frame are not meant for others. Selfies are public property whereas our memories are special because they are ours alone. We are needed for them to make sense. We are the freeze framer and the sole interpreter. Everything must be translated—that’s exactly the point. Our memories can never stand alone. We must always be with them. Selfies require us to think of others first—our desired audience—and then contort our lives and our bodies to create the image we think others want to see. Our mental freeze frames begin and end with us—they are all about what we want to feature and how we want to see the world. Our memory is our truth. Period.

(4) Time Defiant—Selfies inevitably fall prey to the whimsy of time. They are
time-stamped and quickly reduced to the digital trash folder of the past—constantly replaced with newer and bolder and fresher images for our audiences to see and admire. On the other hand, our memories are timeless, not timely—they can be accessed whenever we want and need them. The sound of our loved one’s laugh can still resonate even in silence. It finds us and surrounds us when we need it most. When the room is silent, we are transported in ways that allow us to forget where we are and to live in a space that doesn’t discriminate between past and present.

If you’re like me—there is so much you know and understand about someone you’ve cared for that you won’t be able to share with others. Sometimes, I’m deeply saddened that certain memories are mine alone—incapable of being shared with others in ways that only I understand to be true. But I am also comforted by the reminder that I am the sole writer and director and producer and audience of my memories. And so, they can’t be tainted by others. They can’t be compromised by others. I don’t need to explain or justify or crop or add a filter to improve them. They are uniquely mine—and because of that—they are perfect just the way they are. The one permanent in a world of change.

A New Standard of Leadership

2016 April 20
by Dr. Zachary White

In almost all aspects of daily life, competition is valued as a goal unto itself. Doing well, succeeding, and making a difference are almost always evaluated through the formula of competition—my win is your loss, your victory is at my expense, I am the best (because I beat you). Viewing life as a competition is the norm . . . except when it comes to the life-altering context of caregiving.

Too many people overlook the value of the caregiver role because care goes against every sacred value of competition. The obsession with competition has crowded out the private and public values of care so much so that it’s time we begin rethinking the qualities we believe worthy of admiration because . . .

Competition closes you off to others. Competition reduces dynamic, complex people to mere competitors. Competition shrinks the world around you when dealing with others, reducing our attention to others’ perceived threats. Everything else becomes unimportant but for the fact that you will be competing against the other for a seemingly scarce resource—a prize, a promotion, a race. Care, on the other hand, opens you up to others allowing us to see how the person we care for is connected to our past and present. Care allows us to see others not as threats, but as allies. Care invites us to view others as whole people, with a multitude of life experiences and perspectives that don’t ask to be changed or converted—just appreciated.

Competition prevents meaningful collaboration. How can you collaborate with someone when you are so busy trying to exploit their weaknesses? Competition doesn’t want you to know your competitor’s name or story or individuality. In the midst of competition, you are either with me or against me—transforming the person nearest to you into an object, a thing, a source of difference—a threat that is only understood as an other. Care, on the other hand, opens us up to our shared humanity. Caregivers work from the belief that we are all alike—our fragility is the gravitational pull that blurs differences in ideology and belief into the background amidst the overwhelming presence of genuine care. Care invites us into knowing that our frailty is both reason and justification unto itself, a bridge to the other, rather than a reason to retreat.

Competition reduces relationships to winners or losers—leaving nothing else in between. Competition is about the end results, period. Everything is measured and evaluated through the very empty metric of win or loss, tainting all other aspects of the relationship. Care, on the other hand, is all about process. Care has everything to do with what happens between beginnings and endings. For caregivers, the ephemeral present is supreme, as what exists in the moment is often lost in translation when explained or justified in the language of “results.”

Competition is showy. “Look what I did.” “See how I’m better than the rest.” Standing above others, the competitor thrives in the glory of the limelight, eventually allowing the private self to be suffocated by public adoration. Care, on the other hand, is anonymous. It thrives in the middle of the night, when no on seemingly notices. It continues on without being heralded. Caregivers fit in, they don’t stand out. There will be no new discoveries in care that are covered on the nightly news—just their overwhelming comfort that lingers long beyond external applause.

Competition puts a price on everything. All competitive activities and relationships are reduced to a rational, costs-benefit analysis. “I should engage in this activity because the rewards will outweigh the costs.” Care, on the other hand, defies economic models and rationality. While game theorist hypothesize and measure from afar in the sanitized echo chambers of rationality, we are busy being with another as life unfolds. Being near those who need care may provide us no economic benefit, no fame, and no glory. And yet we do it anyway, hour after hour and day after day. Care defies outsiders’ hypothesis or predictions because it’s impossible to assess what happens when care meets love.

Care isn’t just a private statement. In today’s world, it’s a political statement as well. It’s a reminder that change isn’t always voted on. Leadership isn’t always something we cheer for—it happens when most others aren’t looking. It’s time we begin rewriting the qualities we believe necessary for public admiration. “Winning” is fine, but it’s not nearly enough. Show me a person who has cared for another, and I can show you a person who won’t easily confuse applause with quality, accolades with trust, and riches with value. Isn’t it time care became the new prerequisite for leadership?

Inside Out

2016 April 13

They’d walk by, leisurely pushing baby strollers enjoying the late summer nights.  Some would run by.  Neighbors would walk within sight, entering and exiting my view only long enough to get their mail. Some would furiously drive out of their driveway in reverse, late for something with someone, somewhere.

I couldn’t believe no one ever noticed me. I was looking at them through the bedroom window where my mother’s rented hospital bed had been placed. Day after day, hour after hour, through the window next to Mom’s bed, I stared. They didn’t look back. None of them. I stared and stared and stared and yet, I was invisible.

I wanted someone to notice me. I wanted to scream through the bedroom window, “Hey, you! Yes, you! Do you know what’s happening in here! Do you know? Do you care?”  But that scene never played out. And I never yelled out. And people never looked in. They had lives to live. Places to go. Calories to burn. Mail to get. Leisure to enjoy. Lunches to make.  Errands to run. Appointments to make. As a caregiver, I didn’t.

As caregivers, we look at the world from the inside out. Most people, they see the world from the outside in.

I watched others. They lived their lives.

I overheard their conversations. They talked of upcoming holidays and family reunions.

They exercised. I sat without anywhere to go.

They had to get somewhere on time. I had too much time with my thoughts.

For caregivers, our inside-out view of the world can make us feel invisible, alone, isolated, and yes, like outsiders living in a world of insiders. So what you ask? Feeling invisible to the rest of the world has real consequences. Here are just a few:

1.  The longer we are alone with our thoughts, the more distorted our thoughts become. The more I watched others live their lives, the more I wondered if the people I watched were purposefully avoiding me.  I really did convince myself that the people on our street, our neighbors, and even passerbys, purposively didn’t want to look through the window to notice me, my dying mother, and my father.

Left to my own thoughts, watching others from the inside out, I had convinced myself that they didn’t notice us because they must have not liked us. And then I convinced myself that they were avoiding us. And then I convinced myself that that they didn’t care. Eventually, I became more and more convinced that since the outside world stopped caring about me, I should stop caring about them.

2. The more removed from others we feel, the more reasons we find to stay away from others. This doesn’t make sense, right? You would think I would have wanted social companionship so I could turn my staring into conversing. But that’s not what happens. The more we feel separated from others, the more reasons we find not to connect with others. When friends called, I’d tell them I didn’t feel like going out or it wasn’t a good day. They wouldn’t understand my situation, I had convinced myself. I was different.  They had places to go and people to see and errands to run and appointments to make.  I no longer did. What would I say to them? What would we have in common?  The more time I spent in silence watching others, the more I convinced myself I shouldn’t spend time with others.

3. The more removed you feel from others, the more strange it feels to be in the company of others. When I did leave my inside view to venture into the world to run errands or get food for the family, I convinced myself that I was different.

When trying to order a sandwich, I stuttered. The words wouldn’t come out smoothly. When trying to come up with small talk to talk with the cashier, I didn’t know what to say. And I didn’t want to talk about the weather. I didn’t want to fake it anymore. I didn’t have the energy to act interested in the latest television show or the latest news story.  I was convinced others knew that I was an outsider. Everything and everyone seemed to move so fast. I felt like I was moving in slow motion, awkwardly off a beat from others’ rhythms. So I kept my head down and became more purposeful in my errands, trying to avoid conversations and small talk with others. I had to get home, I convinced myself, where I was wanted. Where I was needed. Where I was an insider.

As caregivers, we don’t see the world the way others do. We see the world inside out and so it’s no surprise we feel alone and apart from others. Though the world moves on in the midst of our care, we must attempt to keep our social stamina, even when we don’t feel like it. Especially when we don’t feel like it, being or connecting with others can help keep us from distorting our own thoughts in the privacy of our own minds. Sometimes, just talking to someone can help make us feel like an insider in a world of outsiders – even if it’s only for a brief moment.

Where’s Our Orientation Session?

2016 April 7

Organizations routinely help people adjust to their new roles and experiences through a process of socialization called onboarding. In this type of orientation, new employees are guided in their transition to effectively cope with the demands and opportunities of their new role.

Then why is it that the one role all of us will assume at some point in our lives—whether we want to or not—has no deliberate socialization process? Unfortunately, the caregiver role is believed unsuitable for preparation because it is too often mistakenly viewed as . . .

  • Reactive—Unlike most other roles in life, people don’t dream about their care roles. We don’t preemptively think about what this experience will look like, how it will change us, what it will ask of us, or how it will change our relationships to all others. In the quiet moments of life, there seems to be little reason to collectively discuss care at the dinner table, or with family and friends.  Discussions of care only seem to make it into our everyday conversations when accompanied by its partner, urgency.  We dream about and talk about and anticipate love and friendship and connection but care always seems to come at us—leaving us perpetually off-balance.
  • Outsourceable—Typically, one person is designated (or drafted) to attend to all care needs—personal, emotional, support, medical, transportation, food, shelter, safety, legal—even though the naming of a caregiver mistakenly reinforces the belief that care is an individual task rather than a collective process. Our culture’s willingness to outsource care to one individual defies the relational properties of care that expand ever-outward into all aspects of relational life.  Care cannot be compartmentalized, it finds its way into every part of our lives, seeping its way into our consciousness and all of our relationships.  When caregiving is labeled as an individual experience, it’s no wonder that we are left unsure about how to share our experiences with those who don’t realize that care implicates us all. Whether we want to believe it or not, no one can be a mere observer when care is involved.
  • Illegitimate—Formal roles have acronyms—MD, RN, LPN, PhD, JD, LCNconstantly reminding us of their legitimacy, purpose, and usefulness. On the other hand, informal roles are often invisible because there are no performance reviews or standards for accreditation reminding others that what is happening is real and important.  Without the legitimacy of role formality, we are left without a flicker of light to sustain and guide us along our journeys. Along the way, we can’t but doubt that we are alone in our experiences as we engage in our caregiver roles without others’ acknowledgment.  Everyone willingly accepts the boundaries of formal roles but when it comes to informal roles like caregiving, love and care and proximity seemingly require us to do any and all things.
  • Temporary—The ongoing ritual of joining and shedding different roles throughout life is expected. But the care role is much more difficult to characterize because even though it is inspired by our loved one’s needs, it can’t be reducible to their condition alone.  There is no “exit” interview for a care role because our care means we can’t simply leave our memories even when care may no longer be needed.  Our experiences can’t help but stay with us in ways that oftentimes can’t be explained.  It’s not possible to make a clean break from the care role and talk about it in the past tense because the person we cared for is hard to distinguish from whom we have become.

Our orientation sessions need not wait for the urgency of care.  We can begin the conversations and discussions about the caregiver role today, now, with family, friends, and in our workplaces.   There is no way to fully prepare for the care role but everyday conversations will help orient us and others to the one rite of passage in contemporary life that reminds us all of our connections to one another.

 

If all of our journeys were lit with our lanterns of care, the darkness of night would quickly transform into the light of day.  It’s time we light our lanterns—for ourselves, our loved ones, and for those who will soon join us . . .

Who’s In Your Care Crew?

2016 March 30
by Dr. Zachary White

We don’t think twice about insurance anymore—car insurance and health insurance are musts in our lives. But we also need a type of insurance most of us don’t think much about until we need it—the safety, solace, and strength we can draw upon from our social networks when we are in the midst of our greatest need.  Social insurance doesn’t protect us from life, but it can provide us the assurance of being heard and understood and appreciated when we most need an audience.

Our smart phones organize people we know via our contacts’ list, but this is efficiency at its worst and least effective. For most of us, our contacts are organized according to alphabetical order, not need.  People are organized in ways that help us easily access their names, not in ways that remind us who we can go to, lean on, and trust when we feel like we are falling apart. Instead of deferring to the alphabet, it’s more helpful to begin rethinking (and reordering) the people in our contact lists by the type of audience role they might fulfill when we are most in need:

  • Ventees—These people are ideal to share your deepest frustrations with. Frustrations need to be vented and this audience allows you to reveal your anger or disappointment or sadness in its purest form—without remorse. This audience won’t hold you hostage to appropriateness nor do they believe that what you say is what you think. Rather, ventees can provide you freedom to indulge in the moment without apology or shame because this audience knows that feelings are an expression of the moment, not a permanent state of mind.
  • Celebrators—Yes, we all need someone to celebrate with. Despite what we often think, not all people are ideal to share great news with. Who in your care crew can genuinely be joyful for your private accomplishments and small achievements? Who will allow you to revel in what most others take for granted—making it through the day, getting three hours of uninterrupted sleep, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. Celebrators are so vital to social well-being because they don’t take us out of our moments of joy by reminding us of what is next, or what has to be done, or what may loom in the future. Unlike most others, they allow us to simply be and enjoy the smallest of life’s pleasures even when life is challenging.
  • Off-Stagers–We all need someone we can share presence with in our darkest moments. Off-stagers allow us this privilege because, when we interact with them, we can stop pretending to be something other than what we are feeling. Off-stagers allow us to be with them in the midst of chaos whereas most others are only comfortable with us long before or long after the dust of chaos has been settled. With this audience, we can be un-make-upped, unkempt, out of sorts, and incoherent because we can rest assured knowing they appreciate the importance of our off-stage self as it is, not as the rest of the world needs us to be.
  • Laughers–We need people we can laugh with. This audience can be challenging to find or access because most others believe laugher in the midst of challenge is taboo. Laughers, however, are so important to our well being because they can get us out of ourselves long enough to help us see our experiences through new eyes. People whom can find humor in the undesired—suffering, pain, challenge—aren’t scared about inviting us to react authentically and in ways beyond the clichéd requirements of sadness and tears. Although sadness and tears can be present, these people also make room for laughter as a response to life’s challenges.
  • Doers—Many people may fit in this category of providing tangible help in time of need, but there may be people in your social network whom are better doers than others. Quality doers do, they don’t over-promise what they are going to do. They show up when they say they will. They drive you and your loved one to the hospital and back. They bring food to you on a regular basis. Quality doers don’t need much from you. They don’t need long letters of gratitude or promises of immediate reciprocation that would only serve to make us feel guilty for their acts of goodness. They do because they can, and they understand that doing isn’t about them, it’s about a form of care they can provide.
  • Sense makers—These are people whom you can turn to help you make sense. They don’t fix or make your challenges go away. No, sense makers provide you an audience while you process your experiences. They are gray—not black and white—thinkers who have a higher tolerance for ambiguity than most others. They have a special capacity to allow you to share your thoughts without judgment, allowing you the benefit of hearing yourself talk through ideas out loud so you can process your thoughts beyond the running monologue in your own head. For some, sense making occurs through prayer. For others, sense making is accomplished through lists highlighting pros and cons. For others, sense is made through philosophy, shared presence, or shared touch. Whatever the approach, sense makers can provide the greatest gift of all—insurance against the sound of our own voices on endless repeat.

Everyone needs a care crew whom we can draw upon when we need social insurance against the inevitable interruptions of life. Some of us may still be looking to be heard or understood or embraced.  Some of us might find that one or two individuals might fulfill all of these audience roles.  Others might discover that the people we thought we might be able to call upon disappoint us while others whom we didn’t expect to help, rise to the occasion to provide support in ways we could never have imagined.   As our needs change, so too do our needs for different types of support audiences.  Life’s challenges are inefficient and messy and overwhelming.  It’s time we begin rewriting our contact lists—not based on alphabetical order—but by their ability to support and interact with us when we are most in need.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Eloquence of Silence

2016 March 23

Just the two of you but nothing is said between you. There should be so much to say. So much you wanted to say. So much you thought about saying on the drive over to visit. But here you are, sitting only feet from your loved one and there is nothing but silence. You can’t help but panic as your muscles tense and your worst thoughts begin to take over: “Is everything okay?” “Is she mad at me?” “Did I do something wrong?” “It was a mistake to visit.”

For most of us, silence is one of the great social fears we experience when in the company of another person we care for.  Most of us are taught that if we don’t have anything to say, then we shouldn’t say anything at all.  It’s no surprise then that as adults, all forms of silence are almost always perceived as awkward. So, it’s no wonder that when we are physically sitting next to someone we know and care for and experience moments of silence, we think something is terribly wrong because we mistakenly believe that:

If we’re not talking, we’re not relating.

If we’re not talking, they must be upset.

If I don’t have anything to say, I shouldn’t have come to visit.

If he/she doesn’t have anything to say, I shouldn’t have come to visit.

Talk is the only way to become close to someone.

Each of us is highly educated in knowing how to make sense of others’ words. Unfortunately, no one taught us how to interpret others’ silence or how to be with another without having to say a word. As caregivers, silence is a language we need to understand because it is so often an essential part of our relationship with those who are tired, ill, or unable to speak.

The next time you experience interpersonal silence keep in mind the following communication principles:

Silence can bring you closer to another. When you share a view of the sunset with someone, the awe of the beauty before you transcends anything you could say. Simply sharing that moment together, without the need for words, inspires a shared, deep appreciation of the moment. So why not allow the shared moments of silence bring you and your loved one closer together as you share in the miracle of co-presence. What makes interpersonal silence seem so awkward is our expectations that every second has to be filled with words. Being physically present with your loved one says more than you could every put into words. Awkwardness quickly flows into appreciation when we trust ourselves in knowing that what we are sharing together in physical presence is more important than anything we could say

Silence can be an incredible interpersonal gift. We’ve all been in the company of special friends or loved ones for whom we felt the luxury of not having to fill every moment with words. Knowing we don’t have to talk makes these relationships special because we “get” one another even in the absence of words. Likewise, your level of comfort with silence when in the company of an ill loved one can give them the greatest gift of all—permission to be themselves in your company. They don’t have to put on a show. They don’t have to “get up” for meeting you. They can be authentically themselves. Knowing they can sleep peacefully in your company or listen to you without having to give you verbal feedback means you will be different than most others whose presence requires them to be something other than they are feeling or experiencing. Your comfort with silence is an incredible gift of peace.

Silence can heighten appreciation of the moment.  When we let go of the need to fill every moment with words, we become more perceptive of the person you are sharing space with. We become more aware of the setting we are in. And we become more mindful of our very presence. The moment is allowed to speak to us when silence exists.  When we become comfortable just sitting with another without speaking or being spoken to, awkwardness falls away and deep appreciation fills our senses.  The smell of our loved one’s perfume is noticed. The deep rhythmic breathing of our loved one’s breath becomes a lullaby. The shape of our loved one’s mouth becomes more pronounced in our memories. And the touch of their cold skin against our warm fingers blends into a perfect union of temperature.

When our words are allowed to rest, our other senses come alive, filling in the gap with understanding that is as valuable as anything we could say. When our expectations for words is replaced with the belief that silence can bring us closer together, we will see, hear, and experience moments of eloquent connection that we may not have been able to achieve when too preoccupied with filling silence with words.

Reclaim Your Beginnings

2016 March 16

There is nothing more magical than beginnings. Remember the anticipation and energy of the beginning of a new relationship?  The rush of energy associated with the first day at a new job?  The pure appreciation that accompanies the newness of spring’s first bloom? Beginnings are so alluring because they provide an opportunity to start over—an occasion to reinvent ourselves and to see the world anew.  The most miraculous aspect of beginnings is that they are of our own making, even when they seem like they are divined by our calendars.

For caregivers, beginnings are seemingly harder to create from the everydayness of our existence because caring for another is associated with waiting. Special rooms are named in our honor: waiting rooms. We wait for a visit. We wait for clarity. We wait for hope. We wait for information. We wait for tests and more tests. We wait for results and for the interpretation of those results.

Our care seemingly exists without clear beginnings or endings, trapping us in a state of permanence, disallowing us from renewing ourselves and freeing us from the burdens of anticipating what is yet to come.   Amidst the perpetual urgencies of waiting, few caregivers provide themselves the opportunity to rebel from the quicksand of waiting by reveling in the energy of creating beginnings where others only see continuity.

To help facilitate the creation of beginnings, here are some tips that remind us that even in the midst of waiting, we can make meaning:

(1) Events don’t define beginnings, we do.  A quick look at your calendar of caregiver responsibilities might remind us that there is nothing so dramatic or noteworthy that seemingly necessitates a beginning. Wrong. We must define and create beginnings. All beginnings are created and manufactured. Don’t wait for your calendar to tell you what is important or worthy of necessitating appreciation. While Mondays might signal the beginning of a new work week for some, for us, it might be Saturday morning, or Friday night. To reclaim our beginnings, rewriting our calendars is an essential step in encouraging renewal.

(2) Ritualize the beginning. All beginnings are marked by rituals. The first pitch of the new baseball season. The introduction of names on the first day of class.  Shopping for clothes in advance of the first day on the job.  When we ritualize our own beginnings, we allow ourselves to inject time as different from the countless moments that will seek to crowd it out into just another moment. How will you ritualize your beginnings? Will the first hour of your mornings be an opportunity for a new beginning—a time for reflection and awareness and appreciation? Will you dress differently? Will you sit somewhere special? Will you sip your morning coffee differently than you do the remainder of the day? Will you change your attitude leading into your moment of newness? Marking difference out of the continuity of the everyday means regaining a sense of control in how we will experience life rather than habitually deferring to what others tell us we should notice.

(3) Celebrate the prospect of the beginning. The looming anticipation of a beginning is as intoxicating as the event or experience itself.  Mark the event or experience sometime in the future so the anticipation can help you wade through the trivialities of the every day, but don’t place it too far into the future that its eventual reality might be placed into doubt. Scheduling a visit to a park? Planning on visiting with old friends? Beginning a journal of your everyday reflections? Marking your beginnings also means reworking your schedule so that the hours and days leading to newness allows you to prepare yourself and your senses for the experience itself.

 (4)  Socialize the event.  Beginnings are enhanced when they are socialized. Talk to your friends about your upcoming event or experience. Tell others how you are preparing for it. Ask them to participate. Post it on Facebook. Put it in your planner. Invite others. The more you talk about it, the more real it becomes. The more real your beginning becomes, the more likely you are to create a reality that both you and others respect as worthy of your attention and presence.

 (5)  Allow the energy associated with experiencing a beginning move you long after the event itself. The energy of embracing our engineered beginnings will linger long after the experience itself. Don’t inhibit this energy. We deserve this lingering afterglow of lightness to our being because it reminds us that our self-created joy can be our greatest response to life’s limitations. Don’t be rational about it. Don’t squash excitement.   Allowing our created beginnings to energize and sustain us through the challenges of the days ahead can momentarily free us so we can see ourselves and our caregiving role through different eyes.

Caregivers, beginnings don’t just happen, they are created. If we allow ourselves only to be branded by others’ beginnings, we can’t help but feel trapped in an endless series of waiting and deferring and obligation. Creating the possibility of newness even in the midst of life’s most constraining moments will serve to remind us that though we must respond to life’s events, we are also capable and willing of imprinting our hours and days with our own distinct signatures.

So You Feel Burnt-Out; Now What?

2016 March 8

The favorite pastime in contemporary culture isn’t basketball, football, hockey, soccer, or baseball.  The favorite pastime is looking forward. Everyone looks ahead to something or someone.  A vacation. A graduation. A holiday. A three-day weekend. An end to 12-hour workdays.  The end of winter. The beginning of spring. The premiere of your favorite television show. The start of a new job.

The only people who don’t look ahead the same way others do are people like you and me who care or have cared for someone who isn’t necessarily getting better. It’s not that caregivers don’t want to look ahead as much as we just don’t think we can.  We believe looking ahead is reserved for people who take the present for granted.  People who have no reason to question that tomorrow will be the same as today.

So it’s no surprise that when most others look forward, they gaze months and even years into the future whereas you and me, our hopes dare not travel beyond the moment. Too often, we don’t allow ourselves to look ahead because we mistakenly believe that doing so will only disorient us. But we are wrong. We must create something to look forward to today in order to reduce burnout—an occupational hazard of caring for another human being.

Experiencing burnout is not a matter of if, simply a matter of when. But we can reduce the intensity of caregiver burnout if we allow ourselves the luxury of looking forward. I’m not talking about looking forward in the way others look forward to vacations or travels around the world. No, our looking forward has to be different even though it serves a similar purpose—helping us through the rough patches of the every day when our bodies are exhausted, our hearts are heavy, and our will is seemingly depleted. To reduce the intensity of caregiver burnout, here are some tips every caregiver should keep in mind:

  • Looking forward should extend no more than 24 hours into the future As caregivers, we know so much about the fragility of life that to look forward to anything beyond 24 hours would be too much for us to believe. But looking forward can mean an hour later, or a quiet lunch or a phone call with a friend later in the evening. Looking forward doesn’t need to catapult you years into the future, rather looking forward can only help to remind us that life—today—can be valued and appreciated and savored. More than most, we need to mark our time, not simply by the passing of a calendar day but by the enjoyment of a tangible goal or reward.

 

  • Look forward to the small stuff. This may be the most difficult rule to follow. We’ve been trained our entire lives to believe that we should only look forward to big things: weddings, birthdays, holidays, family reunions, etc. Cross those thoughts out of your mind. As a caregiver, you have to constantly remind yourself that the small stuff is worthy of looking forward to, like watching the sunset, or taking a long shower, or going for a walk, or getting a hair cut. Looking forward to big events inspires others to ignore their every day, looking forward to the small stuff helps us find value and appreciation in our every day.

 

  • Mark your small stuff in your calendar. Now. Yes, I mean physically type it in your phone or mark it in your daily calendar. Be as specific as you can. Ambiguity is your enemy.  Mark your small stuff in your calendar with the very same details you would when marking anything else in your calendar: the amount of time necessary to fulfill your small-stuff experience, where, with whom, the time of day it will begin.  If you don’t mark everyday meaning in your daily calendar, it won’t exist. And if it’s not in your calendar, you won’t make the time to make you and important part of your day’s goals.

 

  • Make your needs sacred. Stop treating your own needs as if they are optional yet treating others’ needs as necessary. Our needs are as real as others even though it sometimes feels like it’s much easier to say yes to others’ needs and no to our own. As caregivers, the small-stuff that we look forward to must be treated as sacred or we will deny ourselves the opportunity to experience these often overlooked but essential moments of joy that allow us to sustain our caregiving identity.

For most others in contemporary life, meaning markers are built into their lives—holidays, weekends, time-off. For caregivers, however, there are no markers that will tell us when and how to mark our time. If we plan to embody an identity that sustains care through our loved one’s most challenging of times, we must have a plan to sustain ourselves as well. If we deny ourselves the opportunity to indulge in the sacred moments of the every day, then we will be less able to give of ourselves to the very person we care for.

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When most people think of sickness, they think of a person who is sick or has an illness, as if the sickness is something that one individual possesses.  Caregivers can’t help but understand sickness differently than most others.  While most people think sickness is only about what happens to one person’s body, our repeated exposure […]

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The Internal Makeover You’ll Never See on Television

Throughout our lives, we are sustained by beliefs that are left unquestioned.  They simply are.  These taken-for-granted beliefs can’t help but become mistaken for enduring truths that we use to guide our priorities and relationships and choices . . . Push through, work harder, and do more, because it will lead to something better. Follow […]

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The Hospice Affect

  When we are physically healthy, strangers are to be kept at a distance. That’s why we lock our doors and are wary of people we don’t know—“Never, ever open the door to a stranger!” When illness enters our lives and the lives of those we love, however, something strange happens. The people we know […]

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