Dirty, and not-so-dirty, little secrets

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It has been 11 years now on this journey with my son Brendan Bjorn, my angel boy who has a life-limiting illness. But to be clear, those aren’t your typical 11 years. You see, when you are a parent to a child with a life-limiting illness, each year is multiplied in some mystical, cosmic way due to the many challenging experiences usually happening on a weekly, if not daily, basis. Those often unimaginable trials by fire that harden our resolve in ways not faced by parents of healthy children. Now I fully realise that if you, the reader, are not a parent of a child with a life-limiting illness, you may not believe me. And that’s ok, because I know I’m right (as I laugh at myself for sounding so condescending and self-righteous).

Here is where I will reveal some secrets about us parents who have a child with a life-limiting illness. This won’t be news to us, but it will hopefully reveal some of our “secrets” to you…our family and friends…so you can understand where we are coming from a little bit better. Maybe. Just maybe.

Personally speaking, I’m an observer. I love to watch people, study their reactions, read their body language, and use empathy to understand their place in the world. My professional background is that of a Master’s level mental health counsellor specialising in child and family work. Enter then being thrust into this journey with Brendan and 11 years of those trials by fire. Result? Countless lessons learned and the hope that sharing those lessons will help others along the way.

This is where some of our secrets come into play.

Secret one: Many of us wrestle with depression and anxiety. And I’m not talking about being disappointed that the Irish rugby team lost last Sunday. I’m talking about hard, cold, all too real depression where you don’t want to get out of bed in the morning and face another day. I’m talking about anxiety where you can’t catch your breath or when you lose your temper at anyone for saying the most innocent of comments that you just happen to have taken up wrong. We need you to know this is real. We probably won’t tell you about it, and we may not even admit it to other parents in our shoes let alone to our partners. But, it’s real…and we need your help at times.

Secret two: Related to secret one…many of us are on antidepressant medication. It’s ok. We aren’t crazy or mad or going to go off the deep end. We are merely trying to hold it together in the face of knowing we will one day be burying our own child. Yeah, that IS hard to read. Trust me, it is damn hard to type as well. But at the end of the day, it is the truth. We need you to remember that is our journey and our daily world.

Secret three: Again, related to the two previous secrets…there have been studies done that parents of children with special needs very often suffer from what is described in psychological diagnostic terms as PTSD. Can you imagine? The same symptoms as many soldiers who come home from a warzone. This is actually a “secret” fact that many parents on this journey haven’t even heard, but hopefully once they have, there will be a sense of relief as in…”wow, ok, so THAT’S why I feel and/or act the way I do at times.” We can have nightmares, panic attacks, bouts of sudden anger, you name it. It is very, very real. (And here is where I strongly encourage any of you experiencing any of these concerns to please seek out professional help in your area. Reach out for help, please. There is no shame, and it is no sign of weakness, in admitting you need a hand. This IS a hard, heartbreaking journey we are on at times)

Secret four: Sometimes the way we deal with all of the above mentioned secrets is to comfort eat. Yeah, that’s right, bring on the most delectable comfort food you can dream of and that is all too often our way to unwind. Well, that and wine. We seem to keep the wine industry afloat. Did I mention coffee yet? Just keep a steady supply of both going. Please and thank you.

Secret five…and I will end with this one because after all, I can’t be divulging ALL of our secrets at once, now can I?: Sometimes we talk too much once we get the ear of an adult that is a non-medical professional. What a treat that can be! Other times we crack jokes at inappropriate times. And sometimes those jokes are a bit off colour. Let us! Why? Because we can go days, literally, of not speaking to another adult, other than the aforementioned medical professionals, and that, my friends, is not pleasant.

So, bring on the wine, coffee, fantastic scrumptious food and without mention of calories, please. A side of antidepressants if required. And loads and loads of understanding, hugs, and off-colour jokes.

7 thoughts on “Dirty, and not-so-dirty, little secrets

  1. Helen Stamp Miko

    Tracy– I had to laugh at the food comment as Brandon’s Hospice nurse said when she came in on a Monday, she always knew what kind of weekend Brandon had by how many goodies I had baked. LOL And it’s TRUE! I have always found baking (and eating) goodies very therapeutic.
    Love ya!
    Helen

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  2. Christol

    I love reading your posts Tracy… My Michael is also 11(almost 12) and severely affected by cmv as well. Thank you for being so honest… It’s comforting knowing someone else feels what I do.

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  3. Tracy- I HAVE to share this on my page. You just described me to a T! I called my husband over and god forbid he stop watching the baseball game to come over to the “facebook” area…….but he busted out laughing when he read the “secrets” especially the wine part!!!! Thank you for making me laugh, and God Bless you, Brendan and Declan.
    Lisa Gray

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  4. Reblogged this on Minding Thomas and commented:
    Fantastic! Thank you for writing this, I could so relate. Especially about the PTSD, comfort eating, depression and talking the ear off a friend or family member. Perfectly put about not getting adult interaction when you are mostly at home or at medical appointments!

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  5. Jeannie Stewart

    As soon as I saw your picture, I thought, “I have met this dear lady!” Was this picture taken in front of the gate on the Euclid Ave. Side of RMH Cleveland? If so… I am SURE we have chatted in the elevator!
    This makes me wish for dark chocolate, and laye night chats in the gazebo out back with Georgia and Kitty… 😀

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