Thursday, March 6, 2014

Loneliness

I read years ago, long before I ever knew that I would be in this position, about the loneliness of handicapped people.  It’s amazing how the Universe guided me to learn about this facet of handicapped people before I knew I would be involved with someone in a wheelchair. Where I read this, and what it was, has long since disappeared from my memory. However two items in what I read struck me most profoundly. 

One of them jolted me into personal action. The fact that most affected me when I read whatever it was I read, was that handicapped people suffer from severe loneliness. They exist in a post ADA[i] United States with the ability to be out in society, but for the most part, largely invisible and ignored. What I read stated that since most people do not or cannot handle interacting with the wheelchair person, that the wheelchair person literally avoids eye contact with those who are not handicapped. What happens is that they become invisible, like an ostrich with their head in the sand. They adopt this behavior not only to protect others from having to make eye contact with them, but also to protect themselves from the constant pain of the awareness that they are invisible to the general public. It is just easier to not notice that they are invisible.

I decided to test the theory purported in what I read. As I walked on public streets, shopped in stores, malls, and everyplace I went, I made a conscious effort to make eye contact with people in wheelchairs. The numbers of them was astounding. I, myself, had never noticed how many of them there are. How many wheelchair people did you notice in your travels today? To my sad surprise, I discovered that it was true! Most wheelchair people will not make eye contact with people whom they do not know. Even when I tried saying “hello”, they avoided me. Oftentimes they exhibited shock at the fact that someone spoke to them. How lonely they must be: they are largely an invisible being in a world that either cannot or will not interact with them.

I wonder now how long it will take before their condition of being in a wheelchair is so normal, that they are no longer pariahs. The world has made great strides in a positive direction for all of us, but the reality is that we are “not there yet”. Most wheelchair people are still ignored, outside of their immediate family and friends, when they are out in public.

The second item that I read about in my mystery “read”, was that your current friends disappear when you become handicapped. This was amazingly true for us. Oh, they hovered about for a while in the acute and early recovery stages as long it was in their comfort zone. In the bigger picture of the longer story, their lives continued on their path, and our path changed. Our friendship was no longer mutually beneficial. We are no longer invited to the dinner parties, or any of the social events that are a part of most of our lives. John’s inability to speak comfortably beyond a certain limited vocabulary makes others uncomfortable. He’s not the “funny” person he used to be. He has changed – a difference that most of our previous friends are not able to comprehend. We are now the pariahs I read about many years ago.

My role of Caregiver has left me more than a little isolated, too. I’ve lost social skills along the way. I spend most of my time alone, or with John, which is little more than being alone. I suffer as quietly as I can about this. I know that no one wants to hear me whine about my loneliness. I’m not fun to be around either. I’m boring and fearful. I’m afraid I might slip and say something about my unhappiness and it is no secret that no one wants to be around someone who is unhappy. I have no doubt that people sense my fear and that becomes a catch-22. My fear compounds the fear of me in others which makes me more fearful. I sense their fear every moment.

The energy it takes for me to pretend that I am happy when I am with my friends or in a public situation is mind-numbing and physically exhausting. It is no wonder I leave events early and simply retreat to the private sanctuary of my home to rest. I cannot keep up the façade. Even with my years as a performer, where I can “put on” any face, or as a teacher, where the boundary of teacher-student protected me from having to really interact with my students as people, I still tire easily from the energy level required to be social.

There is a beautiful side to all of this. We changed. Our life path changed. We met and interacted with a host of new people. The new people we now meet see us as we are now. They didn’t know us before the stroke drew a line in the sand for us. It is easier for them to accept who we are. I still have to “act” the part of being happy most of the time. Sometimes it comes out naturally. Most of the time I just get exhausted from the effort to appear happy. I don’t want to alienate those around me. I wish I thought I was succeeding.

John is luckier than I in this aspect. He is a naturally happy person and the stroke did not take that from him. For this I am extremely grateful. He lost far more than I did as a result of the stroke yet he truly awakens each day, looking forward to being alive for that day.

I do know, each and every day, that I am blessed that I have so much awareness of my condition, of John’s condition, and of how we appear to others. I am aware of how challenging it must be for those around us to be able to accept who we are now even though they didn’t know us in the “before” existence. My awareness helps me cope with an enormous amount of resistance from others. I feel that most others resist who we are – a handicapped couple, not because they want to. I feel they resist us because they are not prepared to cope with the handicap and lack of social skills we convey. They resist because they are uncomfortable and do not know what to do. We are not the norm.

I truly do not judge them in any way for this. They are who they are, and are travelling their path in this life. Some people allow us “in” to their lives, if only for the occasional dinner out. Most others are not able only because their path has taken them to different lessons. 

I have no right to judge others. I am aware. There is a difference. Judging leaves me in a swirl of negative emotions. Awareness allows me compassion for them and for us. Compassion is a positive emotion and gives me hope. I know that my compassion is healing for me, for John, and for those around us. I hope that I will always appear to others as being compassionate. What a great gift that is!



Of course it may also be that my perception of their resistance is merely a reflection of my resistance to them. That however, is an entirely different, and extremely lengthy discussion that is outside the parameters of my purpose at this point. I prefer to focus on the gifts and compassion. It brings me much more joy.




[i] *ADA, or the Americans With Disabilities Act was enacted into law in 1990. See http://www.ada.gov


 2014 Nancy Weckwerth

2 comments:

  1. "The new people we now meet see us as we are now. They didn’t know us before the stroke drew a line in the sand for us. It is easier for them to accept who we are." It would help a great deal if you could give us one good example of a person or a couple who has/had related to you well. I think you could teach people like myself who relate well to you (ie. to the caregiver) to interact better with John. It carries over into interacting with people who are showing signs of Alzheimer's or dementia. At my age, I am having to learn this through trial and error because so many people in my life are aging. With my 94-year-old mother it's like an intricate dance. I have to be super sensitive to her pride and her fierce independence while helping her along like I would a child as she tries to express herself. I agree with you that John's innately gregarious personality is an advantage. I saw this in a woman last Sunday whose Alzheimer's had advanced further than I thought it had. She is able to compensate so artfully!

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  2. I wish I had more examples than you and your husband as examples of those who relate to us well. As far as interacting with John is concerned, he is only truly comfortable with musicians. His language skills in his own field are stronger than in other areas. That makes it easier for him to interact with others around him. When we are out in public, we are usually just the two of us. Yes, there are a few other couples we've met since the stroke and have had a dinner or two with them. However, they soon lose interest in trying to have a good conversation with John and that leaves the male in the couple without a conversation partner. It's great to generalize and think that couples enjoy our company anyway, but I feel that over time, it's more stimulating for them to be with a couple who is more like them - where both partners in the pair are conversing.

    I agree with your thoughts on interacting with those who have Alzheimer's or dementia. It is a different challenge. Their mind is actually losing memories and thoughts.

    John is different than that - his mind is intact. He comprehends what is going on around him but cannot speak back because of his aphasia. He knows exactly what he wants to say. He's lost his ability to find the words he wants. Imagine his frustration when he is out with others. It's much easier for him to relate to one person at a time. If there are several people, he feels pressured and that stops his words even more.

    I only hope for everyone that they can learn to deal with the situation they are given and hold compassion for those around them who are challenged.

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