Journey to the Land of After

CHRONICLES OF THE UNEXPECTED
April 21 2005 marked a day when our lives changed forever. Before and After were words we had used in the past. We had talked about “before our children were born” or “after they graduated from high school.”

April 21st was a starkly different kind of turning point. That was the day my husband Bruce died from a brain tumor. All that was BEFORE forever changed.

hiking Monument Valley
The odd and ancient shapes in Mounument Valley made me smile at last.

Three weeks after Bruce died in my arms I drove across the U.S. on a solo journey, trying to find the new me, but mostly experiencing the ruggedness of the land.

I wanted to feel alive and being out in the mountains or by frozen streams or in desert heat was a link back to life.

During that trip I wrote Journey to the Land of the After. The book chronicled the unexpected lessons and people I encountered as I traveled the western United States adjusting to life after loss and trauma.

Each day as drove I tape recorded thoughts and impressions, the cassette recorder propped on the passanger seat.  At night in a motel I would transcribe what I recorded.

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The sound of my voice on the recordings was raw,  unmasked of attempts to be brave.

Listening to the tapes I heard and sometimes sobbed again at the raw emotions.

Yet I also smiled at the moments of wonder in my voice that more and more emerged on the 4000 mile journey.

I tucked the manuscript away on a shelf at the end of that first journey. Too many journeys were ahead of me.  Too many days of learning to be alone without being lonely awaited me.

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Thousands of drawngs and hundreds of stories from the last 15 years are stored on shelves all over my home, waiting for ????
I pulled out the manuscript this week and began to read of those long ago days of desolute sorrow and the beginnings of my healing.

I sighed, especially reading the first entry in the book. (I have shared it below.)

Yet I also felt respect for myself for living through and beyond the loss of Bruce, my partner for 37 years.  It reminded me I can face and will move through other challenges life inevitably will offer me.

 


Chapter One

A BEGINNING I NEVER WANTED

Azalea to Portland Oregon May 2005:  This trip today is a practice run.  I almost didn’t make it to the car this afternoon.  Last night I had wanted to die.  

The thought of driving anywhere, of packing clothes and of even seeing my children, seemed more effort than my body and my soul could ever imagine. 

Yet I knew staying home was not the answer either. My soul would be weary just turning on the kitchen tap.  I would go.  I needed to go.

Bruce Brink
Bruce was a gentle soul. I took this photo weeks before he died. His smile lingers on.

I have been on the road for two hours now. It is odd to be here in the car, driving down a freeway that I have driven many times in the last 20 years. 

I used to look across the car at Bruce as we drove this road. Now I am a driver and he is a memory.

I see places and trees that Bruce and I watched change and grow. Yet this time is the first time for me. Everything about it, every tree, and every step of the way is a first. 

Bruce died three weeks ago and at that moment everything around me and who I was changed.  The world became strange and alien.  My eyes see what should be familiar, but my brain and my emotions do not understand.

This is a journey I did not expect or want.  I am angry.  I’m sad.  I’m confused and I’m numb. 

Before Bruce died, he told me that he would be there with me.  He said he would be the warmth on my back.  He would always be with me. 

I do feel his presence, but I want to hold his hand.  I do feel his warmth, but I want to be held by his arms.

I know I am me and I like who I am, but so much of what I have done over the last 37 years and who I have become has been interwoven with who Bruce was and what we have done together. 

Now he has died.  Now I am living a life of “after” and I don’t know how to do this.



I did learn during that journey and the years that followed  about how to be the new me in the new normal of life after loss.

In the book I wrote of how I met Bruce in 1967 while cruising Colorado Blvd in Pasadena. That made me laugh with a few groans.

Shaun and RAy and the gold claim
Dating these days means gold mining not cruising

 

Should I write a sequel I would need to write about dating again after 40 years and Match.com meetups.

I would write about falling in love again and traveling across country with Ray, a dear later-in-life love.  All of that is part of the “after” I could not fathom those first weeks after Bruce died.

I am not sure what I will do with the 700 page manuscript. Just holding it, thumbing through the pages is a gift from me at age 55 to me at age 70.  We are resilient. We can create a joyous Land of After. 

 

PTSD Class October 20

Ray and I welcome you to the OLLI (Osher Life Long Learning) online adventure in cyber connected learning. We are teaching this class via zoom – a deep dive into technological PTSD for us.

We are laughing and learning along with all of you! We have heard that learning new skills is great for aging brains. We figure we have shaved a few years off our brains this month.

You are beauty unfolding in all seasons of your life.
I saw this flower in my garden last week and sat with it in awe. Like you, it is unfolding in the light of life. I thought about how the flower does not worry about tomorrow or about one day having its petals grace the ground. The flower lives the moment fully. That is a good lesson,yes?
Our first class, a few technological glitches aside, began the look at PTSD. Over the next four sessions we will be exploring in more depth the impacts of PTSD and how to manage them effectively.
Jamie has had a tough hour,day,week, year!

A PRE SURVEY OF WHAT WE KNOW I shared the story of Jamie, a woman in her 60s who was diagnosed with PTSD a number of years ago. She has struggled with managing her emotions and reactions this last year. She feels like her life these days is as an ongoing series of new traumas.
She sent this to me one day. I laughed, but honestly could relate. Jamie said she was gaining weight and couldn’t control her sweet tooth. Stress=munchies. Ray and I could fall into that trap!
A long four years
Jamie told me that the last four years have been especially hard. She watches TV every day and has yelled and gritted her teeth at the news many times.

At one point she began to see all people of the “other” party in an increasingly negative light.

SO much sickness and uncertainty
Covid shocked all of us, including Jamie. She has been terrified of getting covid and deeply sad that people are dying. She watches the death count and worries she will die alone.

She said she is mad at the government for not doing more and mad at herself for not preparing more. At times she has felt guilty that she didn’t better teach her grown children about budgeting and health and politics when they were young.

Is this real?
Before the Oregon mask mandate, Jamie found herself wanting to swear at people not wearing masks.She was also a little afraid of them. Would they spit on her or have a gun? She started hiding away. If she went to the store she was anxious and fearful of people. She still is. The rates are rising and some people are still not wearing masks right.

Jamie ached for the families who loved ones died.
When George Floyd was killed Jamie watched the protests and worried and worried and worried. Some days she watched the protests on TV for hours, not caring about cleaning the house.

The fires seemed to explode “everywhere.”
And then the fires! Fire season seems to be the new fifth season in Oregon, Jamie commented to me that first week. She packed her go-bags, just in case. She felt like everything, everywhere, was on fire, though her home was far from the closest fire.

I can understand some of her anxiety. I backed up my computer backup drive on another backup drive. Ray teases me.

The world was an alien place.
Fires, covid, smoke, protests . . . Jamie sometimes feels she has a super sized,2020 version of cabin fever. Jamie hates the isolation, the restrictions and the feeling she has to stay home and has to not travel and “has to, has to, has to.”

She has started using danger and trauma words again . . . horrible, awful, terrible . . . and sometimes sees the world as all unsafe.

Time began to change.
Jamie told me a few weeks ago that she sometimes forgets what day it is. Many of us have had that lapse. However, Jamie said she can lose track of hours. She spaces out and feels like she is in a fog. It is a surreal and uncomfortable feeling.
“As you age . . .”
Knowing she is growing older isn’t helping Jamie. Ray and I understand. We don’t like being told by young doctors that “as you age,” as if aches and pains are to be expected. What surprises Jamie is the increased body tension and nerve pain she has been having this last year.

She has caught herself thinking over and over about “what if I can’t take care of myself” or “what if I can’t go up the stairs” and more.

Am I crazy?
Jamie has wondered if she is crazy. To her it seems everyone is doing better than she is doing. She has thought about how unfair it is she experienced trauma in the past and how it messed up her life for years.
We all have moments of being less effective.
When others remind her that they too have the same thoughts and feelings, she often says “Yeah, but you handle it( or have more money or more friends) and I am stuck.”
Take care of yourself!
Jamie had been in therapy for a few months several years ago and could list, after a few pauses, some of the things that made it harder to manage her reactions and feelings. “I know I should sleep more and eat better and look at my thinking errors. I forget to do those things.”
“I bet I would freak out a support dog,” she said one time.”I know all my friends are sick of me complaining.”
What did you hear?

TO PONDER: Class members shared some of their reflections about Jamie’s challenges.We will list them later. For now, what do YOU think is impairing Jamie’s ability to live well? What thinking errors, behaviors or perceptions are getting in her way?
So just what is PTSD? How does it affect Jamie and the millions of men and women, young and old who are dealing with PTSD? ? What can she, can we, do to effectively manage PTSD?

Ray gave us a beginning tour of the history of PTSD. That is not to say trauma is a new thing. While humans continue to develop newer and sometimes more insidious ways to traumatize each other, stress and trauma are inherent in living.
Throughout the history of humans, trauma has been a part of the world. What has change is how we define the impact of trauma on people.

TO PONDER: The old beliefs may still linger under the surface. Do some people still partly believe “Weak people can’t manage trauma and brave, strong people can?”

Trench warfare, mustard gas, endless bombs traumatized WWI veterans.
Society and professionals during and after WWI were sometimes unintentionally cruel to returning veterans. Veterans were stigmatized and even shunted aside.WWI soldiers, unprepared for trench warfare, came back with severe facial and limb disfigurements and multiple emotional problems. Some were diagnosed with shell shock as if the reverberations of bombs and guns damaged their thinking and reactions. Others were required to wear masks to cover their disfigured faces that shocked civilians.
This article offers more information about WWI masks for veterans.
Get them back to the front!
WWII veterans with trauma impacts fared little better. While severe facial damage was not as widespread, other damage was. The “be a man” and “get over it” messages persisted.

Even on the battle field where combat fatigue was acknowledge by some, treatment was often about getting over it and getting back to the front. When veterans came home again they too were expected to get over it and get to work.

TO PONDER: How did the messages of “be a man” and “get over it” influence how WWII veterans treated Vietnam Veterans?

The power of the people
Thanks to Vietnam veterans and the Women’s Movement, academia was forced to change their diagnosis and treatment of trauma. PTSD became an officially diagnosis and not just for veterans. Female and male civilians, the young and the old, people of diverse cultures were seen as being impacted by trauma.

Over time, the diagnosis became both more refined AND more inclusive of the ways people could develop and exhibit PTSD.

The damage of being misdiagnosed
People were frequently diagnosed with a range of mental illnesses before the diagnosis of PTSD was widely accepted.

TO PONDER How did these misdiagnoses impact people and their families?

a new view of trauma
The recognition of PTSD began to change the negative view of traumatized people. It has been slow and has not fully erased norms and beliefs. Some people with PTSD still find it difficult to give themselves the grace and kindness of personal compassion.
You are not mentally ill
We are all teachers and learners. One of Ray’s clients shared with him this profound description of PTSD:

PTSD is about being deeply hurt and profoundly confused as a result of that hurt.

TO PONDER: How might that definition change how you see and interact with a person who has PTSD? How might that change how you see yourself if you have experinced trauma?

The definition of trauma
has been expanded
The current PTSD diagnostic criteria acknowledges the varied ways someone could be impacted by trauma. They may develop PTSD through directly experiencing trauma, witnessing trauma in person, learning a close friend or family member experienced trauma and/or repeated exposure to adverse details about trauma.

Previously, social workers, lawyers, counselors, Red Cross volunteers and others who helped after a trauma were often seen as having compassion fatigue or burn out or vicarious trauma. Under the DSM-5 definition, they may now be included in the PTSD diagnosis if they meet other criteria.

TO PONDER: How might that expanded definition of PTSD impact those in the helping fields?

We may look fine
People with PTSD do not look alike or act alike and sometimes never share the pain they carry.

More than one person has said to Ray and me “you should never walk alone in my mind. It is a dark and scary place.” They usually say it with a laugh. Ray and I have joked with each other about the weird world of our own minds.

It is not just about rollercoaster emotions. People with PTSD may look fine but their thinking, perceptions, decisions and assumptions about the world may be profoundly impacted.
Another word for confusion is shattered assumptions.

PTSD changes a person’s world view
The reason why Cognitive Behavioral Therapy is the gold standard for treating PTSD is that it has been proven through meta-analytic studies to effectively address shattered assumptions.
Not everyone who experiences trauma develops PTSD
People wonder why some people seem to be more vulnerable to PTSD. Research is ongoing as to predictive factors, but a few are emerging as increasingly likely. They include:
being imaginative
being empathetic
lacking ongoing support and acceptance
having experienced previous or repeated trauma and/or losses
carrying intergenerational and/or cultural trauma

TO PONDER Why might those factors make a person more vulnerable to developing trauma?

NOTE: If you would like to read the full DSM-5 criteria for PTSD this site has the full version. PTSD

NEXT WEEK’s CLASS: We thought about doing a Fun With Flags for Sheldon, but flags may be too controversial right now. So instead we are going to cover in greater detail Dissociation, Flashbacks, Anniversary Reactions and Emotional Reasoning – what they are and how to effectively manage them.

In the meantime, we hope you will open your eyes with wonder on each new day.

Several years ago Ray and I were traveling through Montana. We came across a funky little roadside cafe tucked way up north in the forest. We heard this song by Alan Lane, a one armed guitar player.

Ray and I spent the rest of the trip learning it. We would singing it at night in the hotel and as we drove. To us it was an anthem, a talisman, a reminder that a new day will come with the rising of the sun.

For both of us on that trip, it was essential we deliberately opened our sights to a new day. Six months before one of my sons, Robin, was killed in a random act of violence. Ray and I both knew that Robin would have wanted us to live well every day in his honor. He was that kind of dear soul.

At the end of the trip I made the song into a video with some of the photos we took on that healing trip. I share this with you. Robin would want you to live life well.