I am not neurotypical. I have been diagnosed with ADHD, ED, LMNOP… Depression, anxiety and others I don’t know enough about to write about quite yet. Along with these letters, each one carries their own unique symptoms I deal with on a daily basis and while I try not to let diagnoses define who I am, it has been pretty clear that my diagnosis are something I can’t ignore. Also, LMNOP is not a real diagnoses, before we go any further.
When I was in my 20’s I played the game with myself where I decided I would not let my past effect my future. That I would not “dwell” in it and that anything I had gone through before was not going to shape who I was. This led me onto several unsavory paths that definitely shaped who I am if my diagnoses didn’t. Ignoring your symptoms is pretty impossible. While you think you are ignoring them, what you’re actually doing is pushing away anyone effected by your symptoms and bringing in people who have the same symptoms as you in the guise of “understanding” and “relating”. Let me tell you something, two unstable people does not a stable relationship make. In time, your life becomes chaos. The people in it are causing chaos by mirroring what you’re going through and dragging you down with them. The people you should have in your life that love you, you subconsciously push away in order to protect them. Or, you’re too afraid to hear the truth and be faced with the consequences of your own decisions. The decision that you were going to ignore your symptoms.
Putting your mental health as a priority is not a great time. I said those exact words to my doctor after trying to talk my way out of one of the streams of therapy I need. “I had to overcome all of these challenges to even get there and honestly, it wasn’t a great time”.
“Well I wasn’t sending you for a great time. I was sending you to get the help you need.”
And that was when it hit me to be honest. After almost 10 months with the same psychiatrist it finally hit me. Healing is hard. Facing your symptoms is hard. I had been running away from any sort of healing that caused pain because a long time ago I had told myself that healing was for the weak. Healing was for people who had time to sit around and think about their problems. Healing was admitting that this was something I needed, not something I wanted.
If we could convert our mental anguish into physical symptoms the reality would be so much clearer. Which is what happened to me in April of 2019.
I had been going through lot, too much to type out in one blog that’s for sure, and I had been using my go to coping mechanisms “disassociation”, “avoidance” and “isolation”. I figured if I could work on myself privately and fix what was broken, than I could emerge a new, better version of myself. I was functioning in many ways of my life. I had amazing clients, I had great friends, a supportive partner, amazing kids. But I was dealing with internal things that pingponged off my organs causing stress havoc inside. Panic attacks, vomiting attacks, amnesia, narcolepsy, flare ups, dizzy spells, chest pains. They were all coming at me like I was a walking physical symptom of mental illness. I imagine a volcano heating up on the inside while everyone on the island plays and goes about their business. Knowing that if I erupt, the damage I will do to my kids, my family, my friends, my career, would be irreparable. I kept it in for a very long time. I started exercising, eating more vegetables, attempting to take care of myself. It was no use though, because when you are as far down the rabbit hole as I was there is no fixing yourself. There is no healing because you don’t know the damage you’re doing to yourself. You don’t have coping mechanisms, your brain is telling you things that you believe without knowing that YOU DON’T HAVE TO BELIEVE YOUR THOUGHTS. I say that in bold for the ones this far in feeling like they’re nodding their necks off and just read that for the first time. YOU DON’T HAVE TO BELIEVE YOUR THOUGHTS.
I remember waking up that random April morning and dropping the kids off at school and dayhome for the day. Coming up the stairs made my head spin and I clutched at my chest as my heart squeezed inside my body. The night before my partner watched my fitbit as my pulse became unstable. Dipping down into the 30s. I felt his light press as I lay there not all the way conscious, to see if my heart was dipping anymore. The next day I sat there reminiscing about that moment as I stared at a note he weaved into my scale and realized I was loved, that something was wrong. I needed help. I picked out the note, taped it to my makeup door, and went to the hospital.
They brought me in and did all the tests. An EKG was first on their list as I’ve had heart issues before. They couldn’t figure out why my chest was hurting and my pulse wouldn’t go up over 39. They were asking me questions but I was so dizzy I couldn’t get my brain to fetch the information they needed. I just kept saying “I don’t know, I don’t remember, I don’t think so”. I felt so stupid. Like had I not been living in my own body? How come I didn’t know how much I have been sleeping, or using the washroom, or what day it was for that matter?
I had several doctors and students come in and ask me all sorts of questions from different aspects with no return of answers until one doctor noticed my fitbit.
“It’s pretty worn out, how much do you use that?”
“All the time” I said. “I use it to track my calories”
“ Do you keep track of your food intake as well?”
“Yes I do”
“Can I see your app?”
I passed him my app proudly knowing I had been tracking everything I’ve eaten and had been eating clean, healthy and process free.
“Do you track everything you eat?”
“Yes I do”
“Okay. Ill be back”
I felt a little defeated but mostly confident there was nothing wrong with me. I was sitting in my right BMI, I was eating clean, exercising, doing yoga, and drinking more water than you can imagine. I was completely heal…
“We need to talk Kayleigh. The amount of water you’re drinking is drowning your body.”
This was a little embarrassing as I’ve had this happen to me before.
“You are only eating 300 to 400 calories a day”
“Yes I know that looks bad but I am eating vegetables and fruit..”
“You aren’t eating Kayleigh. And you’re drowning your heart. You are at high risk for seizures, you are experiencing nutrient deficiency and your heart is under stress from trying to perform under water basically. I see you have a psychiatrist appointment coming up and honestly I can’t get you one faster than your appointment otherwise I would be. It’s very important you see her, she will be getting my report”
And that was the day at 31, I realized I could not outrun, forget, or “get past” my neurological illnesses by myself and if I continued to try, I would die. My kids would be without a mother, my partner without his lobster and my parents without a daughter. It wasn’t because I wanted to be skinny. It wasn’t because I wanted to be the best or the healthiest. I was doing it as a coping mechanism. I was repressing memories and my symptoms that had been helping me survive the trauma I had been through, were now killing me.
I knew than I had to do something for myself.
However it wasn’t until going through generations of letters, photos and stories that I realized my exact issues were genetic. They had plagued my family for generations. It wasn’t my fault that I was passed these half ass genes, but it was my responsibility to take care of them. Just like any other illness we get, treat, cure, heal or live with. It’s not our fault, but it is our responsibility to care.
And that my friends, is when I realized that I didn’t just need to change for me. I needed to change for my kids too.
One day they may find themselves face to face with their half ass genes.
I want to work on myself, and do the hard healing so I can help them navigate the illnesses that aren’t their fault either. However it will be there responsibility to treat and care for them, and I want to give them a good precedent to follow.
That when we are sick.
In our tummies, in our hearts or in our heads.
That we go to the doctor.
We get treatment.
We get better.
You can’t ignore an artery that’s cut and won’t clot.
You can’t ignore an asthma attack causing you not to breath.
You can’t ignore a kidney stone.
Don’t ignore your brain.
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