Monday was startlingly
bright, sunny and cold. I went to Granville Island to get some beads for my
apron and decided to walk home the long way round on the seawall in spite of my
reservations about ice. It turned out to be a brilliant decision! I was in a mild
state of euphoria the whole way home—partly due to my arctic down coat, partly
due to my love of walking and hugely to do with the sunshine.
I burn as
brightly as the sun when I can see it. It’s just wonderful and with my
incredibly warm coat, winter walking is joyous; it’s actually better than in
summer (except for the ice). It’s something I plan to do every sunny day. And
when I got home fully exercised, I was ready for more work on the apron.
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Today’s BIG
EVENT is going to Columbia this afternoon for assessment #1. I have zero
expectations, a ton of curiosity and mild optimism. I don’t want to get high
hopes and be disappointed. It’s an assessment that is in two parts and ends
with a written report. Only when I receive the report will I learn whether or
not they feel they can treat me and what treatment will cost.
My speech has
been compromised for almost twenty-five years. For almost all of that time the
problem was episodic loss of speech due to laryngitis-type symptoms. Over
twenty-three years the episodes of compromised speech got longer and more
numerous. Then, very suddenly this past April, I awoke to the situation I
remain in now.
Since April I
have been going to a psychiatrist. She diagnosed me with C-PTSD and I see her
every week. She treats my C-PTSD; how that will affect my voice is a mystery to
me.
Also since
April, I’ve had three appointments with Dr. Ramage, my psychiatrist’s colleague
in the Pacific Voice Clinic (PVC). She has diagnosed my speech problem as
Psychogenic Dysfluency and that basically means my speech problem is due to
emotional/psychological issues and not somatic in origin. It also means that
the PVC won’t treat me. It was Dr. Ramage who recommended I go to Columbia.
I’ve had
trouble understanding how speech experts are going to help someone with
emotional/psychological problems but it must be part of their concern or Dr.
Ramage wouldn’t have recommended I see them.
So today I’m
actually excited about seeing Wendy Duke, my assessor.
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I can hardly wait to see Dr. Shoja tomorrow.
I’ve learned a lot about why going “out there” to socialize is so risky from two incidents this past week. I'm anxious to hear how she thinks I
should deal with it. My issue is this: People tend to counter your opinions
with anger or heavy-handedness. They, who also opine to disfavour, respond in a
way that is hard for me to take. My C-PTSD makes me vulnerable to their tone,
not their content. People can be quite harsh; perhaps they have thicker skin.
Here’s my
theory: People who grew up with several siblings or a combative sibling can be hard
to be around because they respond with force/anger. They’ve had to battle their
way through their upbringing with their former combative siblings and so that
is how they handle others as adults. They are everywhere and I find it really
hard to take right now.
They are
fighters. I am a flyer. I take flight. I retreat. I go silent and when I need
to contradict, a question is my favourite way to investigate an alternative opinion
to that which has been expressed. Not because I am better; because I am afraid
of conflict. Fighters are not.
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