The inconvenience of truth…

I do most of my radio story listening in the car.  I hear bite size sound spurts while going to and from work, running errands, or some other quick trip reason.  Sound bite stories can be frustrating if you want the whole story.  Sound bites stories can be great, if what you love is the seed they plant that sends your mind chasing after ideas.  One of my sound bite seeds came several months ago while listening to “The Takeaway” interview with Ted Danson.

The part I heard introduced me to Oceana: Our Endangered Oceans and What We Can Do To Save Them, a book co-authored by Danson.  I was listening,…sort of, knowing the story would be interrupted by me getting out of the car.  As I pulled into a parking place, I heard the host refer to Al Gore’s An Inconvenient Truth.  I was out of the car, but the seed of “an inconvenient truth” had been planted.  An inconvenient truth.  I began to think about the dilemma of what to do with truth that is inconvenient.  We’re used to hearing about the inconvenient truth of climate change and environmental concerns.  Are there other inconvenient truths?  What makes a truth inconvenient anyway?  That it’s difficult, or unpleasant?

That’s when it dawned on me that the main thing that makes a truth inconvenient, is that it is true.  That in fact, much of the truth that matters in this world is terribly inconvenient, and that it usually involves change.  A changing world.  Changes we need to make.  Accepting change in someone or something else.  Truth often asks us to take a stand, in spite of great cost. It doesn’t get much more inconvenient than that.  The possibilities are ever “changing”.  When I think about it,…

  • It’s inconvenient to discover the truth that being a parent means setting limits.
  • It’s inconvenient to balance the hard and soft jobs of parenting, when our kids think we’re great, and when they don’t like us.
  • It’s inconvenient that relationships stretch us, scrutinize us, call us to grow.
  • It’s inconvenient to do what we said we would do, to be who we said we would be.
  • It’s inconvenient to be criticized, sometimes for doing the right thing.
  • It’s inconvenient to look at the impact our choices have on other people, places, and things,… and perhaps redecide.

We can focus on avoiding and escaping these small and large inconveniences…but we can’t escape the fact that inconvenience doesn’t make truth any less true.  Anyway you spin it, truth can be real inconvenient.  What is the most inconvenient truth in your lesson plan today?

“Men stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened.” — Winston Churchill

…,and keep your sense of humor.

My first clinical internship while in graduate school, was as a therapist in training at a hospital.  I worked primarily on the adolescent residential unit with kids who were there for a length of time.  During the internship, I was also hired to work weekends.  After graduating, I worked full time while completing the requirements for licensure.

I loved my job.  I might still be there, except the hospital closed.  But while I was there, I loved being a therapist and working with teenagers in an inpatient setting.  I had already worked a lot with kids in a church setting, and I discovered there were many similarities between church and hospital.  Perhaps the most striking difference was that the kids now lived at the “church”.  They were there 24/7, which meant I got to be present for the best and the worst as teenagers tried to navigate their life (lives).  The teachable moments happened frequently right in front of me.

We’re used to thinking about teachable moments in the lives of children.  We’ve heard a lot about the importance of adults recognizing and taking advantage of those moments as golden opportunities for growth.  Moments when children are more open to learning, more malleable.

Working in that hospital, fresh out of graduate school, taught me that teachable moments aren’t reserved for children.  I was sometimes painfully aware that while the kids on the unit were trying to find themselves and their path, the adults involved were engaged in a parallel learning process.  We were routinely faced with our own teachable moments, often under the instruction of the kids we were responsible for.  Growth was an equal opportunity experience for doctors, nurses, techs, a variety of therapists, unit school teachers, and me.  It was on that adolescent residential unit that I learned the impact of responding vs. reacting.  I began to watch the ways our behavior as staff helped escalate or de-escalate the behavior of the kids on the unit.

One day as I talked with a frustrated colleague, I began to think out loud about the self-management skills that could make or break your work with hospitalized adolescents.  Over time my colleagues began to refer them as Paulann’s Cardinal Rules for working on an adolescent residential unit.  A fellow therapist arrived at the hospital one day with a stack of computer generated “Cardinal Rule” cards for me to hand out to my peers.  It became a running joke grounded in seeds of truth.

When the hospital closed I went on to new jobs, new colleagues, new consumers, and new teachable moments.  I don’t think I realized at the time that the one thing I took with me were those rules.  I discovered they were helpful to remember and to practice, with my children, my colleagues, my clients.  Those rules have been with me for twenty years.  I think I even have one of those original cards in my momento stash. Those rules have served me well.  I would like to say they’ve become second nature to me.  That I do them in my sleep, with one hand tied behind my back.  But in spite of knowing them, there are times I violate every single one.  So maybe they’re better thought of as goals to shoot for.  So, for what it’s worth, Paulann’s…,

Daily Goals To Shoot For

1.  Don’t Forget to Breathe.

 

2.  Keep Your Sense of Humor


3.  Don’t Take it Personally

Turning the day RED

Today, December 1st, is World AIDS Day.  For years the symbol of a single red ribbon has called us to care, and to act.  In 1996, I completed my master’s thesis on the impact of  individuals disclosing to their family that they were HIV positive. During my research I interviewed people diagnosed with HIV or AIDS and in various stages of their journey with a terminal illness.  My time spent hearing their stories was life changing.

I discovered individuals living with courage in the face of a disease that isolated and ostracized.  I discovered many families rising up with compassion and integrity to surround their loved one with their presence.  In spite of the stigma, the known and the unknown, the agony of watching their child, sibling, parent, spouse, friend waste away before their eyes. . .they stayed, and they loved.

I discovered the power of numbers to tell us, “Somebody should do something.”.  I discovered the power of names and faces that told me, “I must do something.”.

A lot has changed in the 15 years since I heard those stories.  Too many have died.  Medicine has helped the battle be more chronic and less terminal.  We’ve gotten smarter and better at prevention.

What hasn’t changed?

  • We are still at risk of letting stigma and ignorance blind us to the names and faces of the individuals and families living with AIDS.
  • We are still at risk of believing HIV/AIDS is not our problem.
  • We are still at risk of robbing ourselves of the gift of courageous stories in exchange for our compassion and action.

We all know someone who has been affected by HIV/AIDS. . .even if we don’t know who they are.  My hope is this is the day we choose to be the eyes and ears of compassion in all our encounters, to those whose wounds are obvious, and to those whose wounds we can’t see.  After all, we are all walking wounded.

 

Maybe it is that simple.

A few years ago I joined a group of women at a “thank you for your commitment and service to education” brunch at the school district superintendent’s home.  There were administrators, teachers, support staff, most with many years of service educating our children.  We enjoyed good food, good conversation, and the connection that comes with a shared purpose.

I said my “good-byes” and stood to leave.  On my way to the door one of my colleagues said, “Before you go, give us some words of wisdom.  You always have such good things to say.”  There are a dozen reasons why a sudden, unexpected request requiring a quick, verbal response turns my brain into a black hole and my mouth inoperable that I won’t go into now.  All the visiting had stopped and all eyes were on me.  I think I said something like a profound “Uh……….” which bought me a little time.  And then it came to me.  A question I had been asking myself almost daily for the past several months.  So I said:

“Nearly every day before I walk into school I ask myself, ‘I wonder what would happen if we were all just nice to each other today?'”

Everyone smiled, made a few comments, and I made my exit.  The question stayed with me.  I hear it in my head at work, at board meetings, listening to the news, observing parents and their children, and listening to political candidates.  What if it really is that simple?  As simple as being nice to each other.  How might things change if we were just nice to each other. . .

  • in discussion and debate
  • in difference and disagreement
  • during conflict and confrontation
  • with adversaries and antagonists
  • with family, friends, and even strangers

Perhaps Plato had pondered this question when he said, “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”