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Learning to Be Quiet

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Engagement of crisis is a behavioral trait that often defines what it is to be a caregiver. While we may be a collection of insecurities on the inside, we willingly  step into uncertain situations. To this day, I am not sure where this intrinsic motivation comes from, but we get things done when a sensible person might just otherwise call it a day.

Essential to these problem-solving activities is our use of language to do what we need to do. Call me being overly sensitive, but idle conversation irritates me. (Probably why I never connected with the “show about nothing” aspect of the TV show “Seinfeld”)

I am stubbornly practical.

In our current day and age of the non sequitur, where conclusions for argument possess no logical connection to the justification, I lose patience. Stringing together unrelated statements can give the speaker an air of knowledge (think: word salad) but what about the rest of us that actually use language to communicate?

Is trying to sound important the same thing as being important?

Huh?

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The restlessness of people is remarkable. Meanings in a common language have been sacrificed for public displays of loyalty to groups. When perceived importance is emphasized over communication and understanding one another, I have to cry foul.

Life is too short.

Embracing emotional responses to another’s heredity, politics, or lifestyle choices, instead of nurturing communication, serves no one. As with the word salads, nonsense is just, well, nonsense.

While it is unfortunate that I find that I represent some truly horrible attributes in the eyes of some individuals, unless I have acted in such ways to deserve the disdain, I am just going to have to ignore the characterizations.

Life is too short to engage in imagined actions. If you are angry with others you feel have wronged you in life, you really need to take matters up with them. 

Not sorry.

It is All About Ownership

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I have weekly conversations with my Mom.

She lives in a facility now and likes to reminisce about old events, as well as grumble about current ones. (The cafeteria food is just horrible for her delicate diet, and my, don’t the neighbors have terrible things to say…) 

We do not have the more introspective conversations we once did, but she does enjoy the friendly talk. She does most of the talking, of course, because it is important to her.

Which is not to say I will not challenge her on some topics. Making sure she is safe and not being taken advantage of by others are my largest concerns. Beyond that, she gets to own the results of her own decisions and actions.

A feat easier said than done, I realize, but in a caregiving relationship (even from across the country), respect for communication is paramount. I am quiet when I need to be, and I speak up when I need to communicate.

As so many public conversations have degenerated to shouting matches these days, understanding that our power to not rise to the taunt, to be quiet, is one of our many superpowers.

Use it frequently.

“When war comes, some flee with great alarm while others step forth and quietly seek directions to the battle.”
― Stewart Stafford

Being in Charge of Everything is a Tough Job

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I like control. 

I like that sense that I have the ability to change things to suit my desires. 

I just wish it were true.

Putting Feet on the Ground

Once over the initial shock of confronting a caregiving crisis, the cocky youngster in me decided that this should be easy to whip. Such hubris demands a solid response from the world, and the world did not disappoint in my case.

After a number of knockdowns, the idea that I was not really in charge began to dawn. 

I am not sure where in my upbringing this arrogance was instilled, but Real World experiences excel in providing me reasons and opportunities to reassess my assumptions.

Caregiving As Teacher

As I interact and observe behaviors in society these days, I am struck by the emotional flailing of individuals and groups trying to assert that they alone are the authority. 

It all starts to sound familiar.

Asserting demands is one thing. Actually having those demands met in the fashion you want is entirely different.

As I learned figuratively picking myself up for the umpteenth time when caring for others, recognizing when and what we control is important. Recognizing when we do not is even more important.

Being humbled is still a part of the human experience.

You can certainly loudly make your demands, stamp your feet, and refuse to move until you get what you want.

You may actually get something for your efforts, but there will be a price. Life is transactional in that to get something, you must give something.

Not everyone likes what they have to give in the transaction.

Choosing Peace

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The humility I developed over the course of caregiving experiences, focuses on reducing frustration and anxiety caused by trying to push that proverbial round peg through the square hole.

You have to wonder when life keeps serving up the same frustrating lesson to you that maybe you need to look at yourself as the cause. Just because you want to make the problem “out there” does not make it so.

Choosing acceptance, and learning to be grateful for what you have, are sometimes tough lessons.

Troubled Spirits

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Partly from being on the receiving end of some impassioned, though misguided, enmity lately, and partly from watching people and their respective decline in compassion for one another, I see the troubled times in which we live.

As a child, I grew up in the turbulent 1960’s and saw similarly difficult times. I also saw the world slowly regain its composure and sanity. 

I have hope that we will do that again.

Restoring balance, that peace of mind and spirit, starts on an individual level. We get to be that agent of change by embracing the opportunity that our life experience is presenting to us.

Finding that all of the frustration we have been feeling has come from learning that we are not in charge of everything after all.

A tough lesson but life is full of them. Time to get a grip.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

Is Tech Leaving Seniors Behind?

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Like many children of a certain era, I was one of the designated channel changers for our family television set. (An early version of the TV remote control.) Jump forward a few years, and I had become the family IT person for programming VCR’s. Then home computing became a reality and I followed that flow of technological experience. I learned the new tech and applied it as directed by my parents. Those became our roles to play.

As with so many things in life, it has not been the new things starting that I noticed as significant, but more the older things that stopped.

Here, You Do It

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In the role of a child to a parent, we do not always critically evaluate actions, we just take them at face value. Dad says “You need to program my phone for me” and I just pick it up and get to work setting up the software. I may have included a few choice wise-ass remarks along the way but I was the dutiful child and followed orders. 

It was a healthy relationship.

Years later I realized that  I had been watching him quit technology in those moments. Right in front of everyone.

He just quit.

Mom recently reminded me of this as she contends with a web-based world that she does not understand and has no intention of learning. Ever.

Handing off technical interactions to the kids worked for my parents’ generation for many years. Which is a point that I think the business world did not pick up on along the way.

My parents’ generation did not struggle with new technology (email, Internet, and the like). They flat out refused to use it and delegated tech responsibilities to the kids. 

The bill for that revolution is now coming due.

Long Distance Runaround

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I recently helped Mom as she bought a home out-of-state. Lacking any discernible digital footprint (I had created email addresses for her that she promptly ignored), we used one of my email addresses and I acted as go-between relaying documents via snail mail to her.

A cumbersome but eventually effective process. She was happy with it. Surprisingly, the businesses were the ones struggling. Call it a post pandemic grumpiness, sales and title folks all fussed about “she just needs to go to our website”. 

As with the purchase of any home, you do not often get to work with the same person twice, so I got to schoolhouse many individuals on how Mom was going to do business.

The businesses did not take the news very well.

Fading apparently are the days of conducting business face-to-face.

From Where I Sit

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Perhaps I am too easy going. If something needs doing, and I am able, I tend to just do it. A personality characteristic of my birth order (first born) or maybe just my generation raised on courtesy and hard work – whether you liked it or not.

My parents, for whatever their motivation, responded to the changes that technology wrought on society with a quiet but firm “No way in hell.” I am not sure why they view things that way. Maybe they thought tech was a fad that would soon pass. My hope was that they would eventually want to take advantage of training programs for seniors but by the time they realized tech was here to stay, the learning curve just seemed too steep.

Maybe it is because they had us kids to take care of tech for them. We enabled their staying comfortable with what they already knew. Whatever the reason, they are now out in the cold.

Since the control of much of the business world has started passing to the Millennial generation, the disconnect from seniors has been finalized. There is no accommodation available. Get with the tech or go home.

It seems like my generation was a bit better groomed to the role of caregiver. Doing for others was part of our growing up. Our younger generation does not seem to follow that line of thinking. They had a different life experience growing up.

Caring for others is an essential lesson that, though some do not seem to have been exposed to the concept, they will just get the opportunity to learn it later in life. It is going to be a tough lesson for some.

“Science and technology multiply around us. To an increasing extent they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use those languages, or we remain mute.”

― J.G. Ballard

When the Best You Can Do Is the Best You Can Do

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Caregivers come in all varieties. Industry managers to homebodies, we are a very diverse group. I like to think that this is due to common natural aging processes that prompt a need for care. Old age and infirmity do not discriminate.

One of our common traits is our dedication to tasks at hand. Yes, we despair at times and need some help for ourselves, but we regularly get back up on that horse and return to our avocation. 

We persevere.

Reality Bites

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A common human experience is frustration with the way things are and the way we would like them to be. Similar to many political discussions these days, learning to work the problems and devise attainable solutions is much more useful than standing in the middle of the floor and crying about how we are not getting our way in life.

Growing up can be tough at times, but as we mature (hopefully), we find acceptance of reality to be a feature of being human. We aspire to greater accomplishments, yet accept that our dreams and plans are not always supported.

Being a grownup is tough.

Compromise Sounds Like

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Accepting circumstances as they are is a superpower. Being able to unplug from the cascading emotions brought on by frustration is empowering. I highly recommend the practice.

Being a calm eye of the storm can, however, be misinterpreted as apathy to the untrained eye. 

There are still times when I feel like I am leaving a situation only half completed. Some of this guilt I think comes from the high expectations I have for myself. I should not be the one falling apart. I should be the one making the sensible decisions, I should, I should…

The lesson eventually learned is that with most caregiving situations, there is not a resounding success but a whimpering compromise that resolves the situation. Our high personal standards take the hit, but the reality is that our best effort is going to have to be enough.

Not defeat but a nod to our adversary, truth. The truth of our situation wins on its own terms, always. We will have the occasional success (Dad actually handed over his car keys without a fight!), but we manage the rest of the defeats with style and humility.

Being Our Best

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As warriors in these conflicts, I think we often struggle with ourselves as much as our caregiving situations. 

We must.

We have to be strong for others. Since the path to those strengths is not clearly defined, we blaze a trail that is unique to us and our situation.

Cutting ourselves some slack as we meet these challenges becomes essential. When we have done all we can with the tools and resources available to us, it is enough.

Forgive. It is the best that we can do.

“Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.”
― Roy T. Bennett

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