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Thank you, Kaley, for sharing with us a character that many can relate to. I’ve only recently discovered that someone very near and dear to me has been suffering from PTSD. There hasn’t been a formal diagnosis, but we are getting there. I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen the show, I may mix it up with another show with Mariska Hargitay. Anyway, the portrayal of a character who suffers from this disorder, I would imagine does a service for those watching who find him relatable. It can be a frightening and troubling disorder. Some of the veterans I care for suffer from PTSD and what little I learn from them about their service in Vietnam, it’s understandable they were never the same afterwards for all the horrors of war they experienced.
For the love of all things holy, I created a response to this, and it disappeared. Thank you, Ben, for enlightening me on this character of Batman. I truthfully had no knowledge of his background, or much else for that matter. The show was probably wedged somewhere between the Partridge Family and the Brady Bunch, so I didn’t have much interest between the ages of 6 and 9 watching the actual series. I have no knowledge of the movies either. I recall some colorful, albeit scary characters to me, such as the Joker, the Riddler, and the Cat Woman. I’m happy to learn the psychiatric disorder that drove his character. Interesting to wonder what the writer was thinking as they created and produced the series. Batman is a complex character.
Crystal, you possess the drive to complete this journey and here you are crushing it. So many people settle. Complacency is easy, but it gets us nowhere. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Some days it feels like it will never end. The endless assignments, essays, discussion boards, tests, clinical paperwork, the pressure to do well or risk the unthinkable worst. The countless hours studying, doing ATI to successfully complete the NCLEX, plus managing a home, the boys. I’m not sure how you do it, but for whatever our reasons are, we keep on plugging away, aiming at that one day in August, when we can finally say “We did it!”
Dear Katie, you are so many things to so many people. You worked so hard to create a great life for yourself and your family and here you are getting near the finish line of becoming a nurse. We all have different motivators, but ultimately, they are variations of a theme. You are such a great role model for your children, they see their mom busting her hump to finish her education although it may just be a steppingstone to your next goal, whatever that may be. I admire your fortitude at such a young age, relatively speaking as I was certainly a late bloomer. I’m grateful my grown son can be a witness to my achievements, because at least for me, the best apology is changed behavior. You’ve had the struggles. but you’re making it to the top of the pyramid, it’s no easy feat. I’m so proud of you!
I think you could probably sell ice to the Eskimos! You do have a persuasive way about you which is a gift. I’ve watched you in our most recent clinical site. Some of the behaviors respond well to your firm but gentle requests. You are correct about the audience, however. If the interest isn’t there, no amount of prodding will make someone budge.
Great idea! If kids can be an interactive part of history while learning about it at the same time, how much more will they take away from the learning? I’m not sure what I’d be interested in teaching. Maybe “How to grow old gracefully” or Spackle 101″, it’s not just for walls anymore, it’s also good for wrinkles! and then do a demonstration. It would be persuasive with the right audience. A bunch of menopausal middle-aged women with deep furrowed WTF lines, and saggy jowls. Seriously though, you must have had a cool teacher who was passionate about his job. That doesn’t happen much anymore, but they sure are remembered.
I still don’t know how you do it Katie. You’re juggling way more balls than I am. Your kids still need your attention. We have managed though, haven’t we? When you desire something strongly, sometimes there is no good time, but then the signs are right there in front of us that say, “Go for it! Take the risks, be comfortable getting uncomfortable, we will find our way. If there is only one life lesson I cling to, it’s “the only regrets you have in life are the chances you didn’t take” Each one of us has sacrificed something, or many things. I’m confident however, after we finish this, there will be no regrets. Only more doors that will continue to open for us. I’m so proud of you!
I can completely relate to this Kim. We actually put our lives on hold, to be completely consumed by a desire to become successful nurses. We’ve been given the tools and it’s up to us to utilize them, to the finish line and beyond. It hasn’t been easy having zero days off, (save a random holiday or two) but then it’s not a day off worrying what needs to be completed next. Sure, I have to go to work for 16 hours tomorrow and 12 on Saturday and Sunday. Honestly though, anything I do at work is so easy compared to what we’ve been doing at school, it actually feels like a break. How weird is that? The finish line is in sight. We’ve got this.
I think what you are saying here is the need for full disclosure. Researchers need to be transparent from start to finish with the children, and their agents involved in their decision making. Whatever the research types, a medical study or a social study. Researchers must adhere to the legal and ethical standards to protect the human rights involving children with justice and autonomy given significant consideration.
It seems as though your parents went to extremes, from the ridiculous to the sublime, that is to elevate to a high degree of moral or spiritual purity or excellence. Perhaps in many ways it was good, but such strict boundaries can lead a child down a road of rebellion. I’m not saying your experience was anything like that, but my mind was processing it this way. I too, grew up in a traditional household. The roles were clearcut between mom and dad. Fortunately, we were encouraged to be whatever we wanted. College was not something that was spoke of but just assumed that we would go. I did, however, learn to be a good wife, so I ended up marrying the first guy who blew in my ear. So much for that conditioning. I was an airman’s wife first, and Deb second. Everything I did revolved around what he was doing. It took me years to undo that conditioning and make myself a priority. Good for you to be able to pick the good points and leave behind the negative ones for the sake of your daughter. We are the sum of our experiences, but thankfully we can modify our behaviors into more healthy ones.
I totally understand about the eggshells. My father could level me with “the look.” I know he loved me, but he terrified me at the same time. I hope that as time goes on for you, and with all the wonderful experiences you will encounter in your life, that your confidence will strengthen. You will find yourself and know how completely worthy you are, not the sum of how others feel about you. I used to believe my worth was based on how others felt about me. How liberating it was to finally learn, that what other people think doesn’t matter. Finally, I hope you take a lorazepam and get on that plane without fear. Fly once, and again and again, the world is your oyster. The only regrets we have in life are the chances we didn’t take. I love you xx
Children are a vulnerable population. When it comes to legalities and contractual agreements, the legal lingo should specify the nature of the study and be clear about the intent of the research. Parents should also be able to advocate and change their mind if something does not seem right, or the child expresses an opinion of non participation.
As well you should feel comfortable being able to cry as a form of expression. I too, find myself welling up with tears, when I’m angry or simply trying to articulate my feelings and failing horribly. It makes me feel weak, when all I want to do is express myself. Sometimes lately I desperately want to cry, but I find I have no strength to put forth the effort. It’s odd how different cultures perceive crying. I was also an over sensitive crybaby. It’s what I get for being the sensitive, self-conscious, conscientious young girl and woman. But maybe in the right country we would both be seen as queens!
I too, gave birth without any pain interventions. I wasn’t trying to be a hero; I just did what needed to be done and I birthed a healthy baby boy in about eight hours. Kudos to you for trying mind over matter. I used imagery to help me, and I was blowing clouds away. At any rate it was excruciating pain, and I only had one opportunity. From what I’ve learned, Hispanic cultures view birthing pain as a symbol of the pain Christ endured while suffering on the cross. They view it as an honor to endure the pain of childbirth.
Studying long term memory, especially in those with dementia might be fascinating, this population has severe short term memory deficits, but they can remember vividly things that happened long ago, also the same with music and memory, it would seem our brains get a great workout at the gym as well.
