Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Career high point and Mikey's pit crew are at the ready

I had a recent career high point when I got to represent my organisation in a globally-renowned wellness event. I'd never been so when I heard tickets were going to the first who got in I made sure to get in a good four weeks after they became available but yet to be officially announced thanks to being involved at the periphery of the event's planning.

A fellow mobility-impaired person was at the event. We swapped stories of bodily woe, about how we dealt with our mobility impairments—such front-loading on pain and anti-inflammation meds to deal with the agony that was to come—then launched ourselves into an event synonymous with mobility. We both made it through, even though by the end ol' righty leg was dragging, while my comrade had but a light limp.

I would never have had that opportunity had I not had my catalyst for change. It's near two years since I literally went insane—proper literally, none of this figurative-usage—but there I was, in the middle of a massive event, and feeling the love. As I texted the organiser afterwards I am happy, I am healthy and I am stoked I made the right choice in taking my new role because it meant I got to do things like that.

I have a new mental health plan raised and a new how-to-avoid-emoting wellness plan to lodge with my case-manager (1). I've had nothing but support and praise for me as a person and as a public servant since I rolled into this new role and even though this job has moments of acute mind-gibbering stress like my former role because I am supported and I am cared and I know I will succeed, even excel, at any and all tasking.

I directly improved lives then and I directly improve them now—and this time with love, care and support. 

Wellness for the win.

(1) The return of work-induced anxiety, compounded by my mother's longed-for-yet-horrid passing, has meant I am back with case-managed support. I get two support people and my rehab peep even has a protégé (1a). Part of this support is a mental health emotions control plan for me to list all my anxiety triggers, what steps I can take to avoid the triggers and what I can do when a triggering moment occurs. For example, if I am getting upset and crying (slash) yelling down the phone to an also-victim that I should not do that. My doctor also said I needed a safe word or phrase I can give my colleagues to say to me if I fall into an anxious state that they can use to confirm I've gone into fight/flight mode so they can help me. If I hear them say it then it means I know I'm emoting and I have to take a break. Because the trouble with anxiety is that you can be in an anxious state and not consciously realise. It can just turn itself on, in the background, then build and build...
(1a) While the protégé couldn't be part of the recent meeting that I was stressing on, he offered me support, reminded me I was in a safe place with lots of help and people who genuinely cared and looked after me and that this was but a moment in time that was uncomfortable in the now. Wow, he fully stepped up, without prompting to offer me direct support and care when he saw the anxiety writ upon my face. The force is strong with this one... 

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