I appreciate each of you so much for sharing your feelings and experiences with me. This is a major *therapy* thread for me.
Elisabeth talked about identity. I feel like I am having a bit of an identity crisis. Some of you know that I've been dealing with illness. Almost 4 and half years ago I started having issues, ended up in the hospital 4 years ago this month. It took doctors almost 2 years to figure out what was going on with me, and then it took almost a year for me to find someone that was able to treat me more locally after I was released from the research hospital in another state (because of the rarity of what was going on). Last January I had a scare with heart failure, but my doctor was able to catch it before there was any serious damage done to the muscle.
Prior to becoming ill I worked mostly doing semi-skilled physical labor. I was really good at my job, strong, and I loved it. I was also very active in the outdoors-- scuba diving, hiking in the back country, rock climbing. I went back to school in an area of study where most entry-level jobs require fieldwork. I loved it. I was 3/4 of the way through my degree before we figured out what was going on with me. I finished the degree, and then went back and took some additional classes trying to increase my marketability in an area of the field I was more physically capable of working in with my new limitations. During that time period I went into heart failure. While I don't have any permanent heart damage from that episode, but my heart still isn't working efficiently enough to pump enough blood to my brain to oxygenate it fully. I'm getting enough to prevent brain damage, but I have been struggling with cognitive issues (my speech and memory). Communication has taken a hit, and I have a whole new appreciation for people that have suffered from strokes---- it is hard to be nice when
This entire time I've been told repeatedly that the issues I've been having will get better and that this is treatable and it is possible to get me back to a functional baseline even if I won't be able to do the physically taxing fieldwork. That is great, I feel very lucky, and we are still working on it. However, now I have graduated and I can't exactly sit around and do nothing. I'm not able to go on to a graduate program at the moment because of the cognitive issues. Obviously I can't go back to work in any of the areas where I have a lot of experience (i.e. doing physical labor). I've been looking for work that I can use my educational background and the skills I've gained doing the occasional internship and odd job (I still word process 65-70 w.p.m., have a lot of practice filing, keeping records, working with spreadsheets, research, drafting correspondence, in addition to more specific experience working with archeological and museum ethnographic objects and art and community members from distinct cultural and political communities and some of the legal issues and laws governing those interactions). However, between the economy, my lack of paid long-term experience doing admin. type work, and my cognitive and physical issues it has been really difficult after that job I thought I had lined up fell through.
It isn't just the unemployment, but having to change what I base my self-worth on because so much of my confidence and identity was wrapped up in being a great communicator, physically strong and active, and very intelligent and capable. Of course, I'm still a very capable person, and intelligent but I've found that it is a lot harder to share all the positive things about me with other people.
While I was dealing with the initial shock and scare of becoming ill, especially before I knew why I was having chest pain and passing out, I wasn't watching my relationships as closely as I normally would have and should have and unfortunately did not catch the warning signs that I was involved with an abusive person until the man I was engaged to for several years became outright violent. I've done a lot of work to deal with this, but it didn't help my confidence any.
In the last two years I've first moved to be closer to family, and then moved in with my family when my health situation escalated. I feel very lucky that I have a family that is in a position to welcome me and is willing to accept me back into their home. Still, it has been a difficult transition after not living at home since I was 17. Since moving back to the community my parents have been in my life in a HUGE way (I've mentioned before about my family letting themselves into my house with the emergency key or taking packages off the porch for safekeeping when I lived in the neighborhood). Obviously my family loves me very much, but like most people we aren't perfect. They have been under some stress lately, which never helps. I've done a lot to try and get my folks, friends, and other family to understand my illness-- but unfortunately it is complicated and invisible for the most part and I do struggle to communicate when I am not feeling well. Anyway, there have been some hurtful things said recently, mostly based out of stress, ignorance and old-fashioned ideals about employment and women's place in the family (earning a place in a household) and reinforced by the comments and actions of others that I'm sure didn't mean to make me feel badly. Like Rae said, my own mother has struggled her entire life with self-esteem issues and not caring for herself has impacted everyone around her. I also have a close friend that had a very bad experience with an ex-wife who was they type of lady that spent indiscriminately with no mind for their budget, and I don't think he realizes how hurtful his comments about her behavior can sound when he makes generalized statements.
Anyway, I think the last straw for me that prompted this question was stopping by to visit a couple of women I consider to be professional mentors and hearing them snark about another woman in the office. Basically making generalizations about young women "that haven't worked for it" and haven't "paid their dues" as struggling young professionals like the mentors apparently had in their 20s.
This thread has really helped me sort out why I've been feeling this way. I typically am not a person that feels this way, but it has been a really rough couple of years. I'm really not a wasteful person, I've been wearing the same clothes from the same two medium-sized shopping trips 3 and 5 years ago and I am really down to comfy and functional but not-fit-for public hand-me-downs and the odd clothes and what I would call "the dregs" that haven't gotten worn out because they weren't comfortable or functional, don't still fit right, or needed major help (you know those skirts that you realize you have to alter the heck out of, or can't find a top that looks good because they really need a tucked top, but the skirt isn't lined and it is a nightmare?). Still, it is hard to get past the voice of everyone saying that you don't need clothes that are fit for public if your not out in public working or going to school everyday. Less public time makes it seem almost ok to just wear the odds and ends, until you actually do that for a considerable amount of time, because it doesn't feel good to never feel like you are putting your best foot forward.
I really do hear what you all have said about taking care of yourselves, and I am going to try and sit with it and let it soak in.