Sunday, April 30, 2017

Women and Mother's Day

Note: I wrote this for our Corvette Club newsletter. I am posting here because most of you do not read that publication. Enjoy!
Women and Mother’s Day
By: Aimee Parkin

“A woman is like a tea bag – you can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”
~Eleanor Roosevelt

Mother’s Day’s origins reside in ancient Greek and Roman mythology.  The Greeks and Romans held festivals in honor of the mother goddesses, Rhea and Cybele. Modern Mother’s Day can be traced to early Christian Festivals known as “Mothering Sundays,” held the fourth Sunday in lent. Parishioners returned on this Sunday every year to the church in which they were christened, or their “mother church,” for a special service.

Mother’s Day resurfaced in America during the Civil War, when Ann Reeves Jarvis started Mothers’ Day Work Clubs to teach women in her home state, West Virginia, how to properly care for their children. Her clubs became a unifying force during war time, and mothers continued gathering during the long Reconstruction period. This helped reunify a torn nation and promote peace.

In 1870, Julia Ward Howe wrote a Mother’s Day Proclamation, encouraging all mothers to promote peace. Three years later, she encouraged all mothers to set apart June 2, 1873 as a “Mother’s Peace Day.”

After Ann Reese Jarvis died in 1905, her daughter Anna Jarvis campaigned for an annual Mother’s Day holiday to recognize the sacrifices mothers make for their children. Anna never married or had any children, but in 1908, a local store, Wanamaker’s, sponsored a Mother’s Day in her town. She then sought to make it a national holiday. In 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made the second Sunday in May Mother’s Day.

Since then, Mother’s Day has, like many other holidays, been subject to commercialism, materialistic marketing, and has devolved into a day where women sit in church, hear about someone’s idea of the angel mother, get a chocolate to ease their pain, and if they are lucky, get some swag from a guy who fell prey to a marketing ploy for diamonds, shoes, cars, or maybe a trip. If they aren’t lucky, they buy some ice cream and call it a wash.

But the women who founded Mother’s Day wanted to promote peace, better the lives of their fellow travelers, and celebrate each other’s accomplishments. We can do that without flowers, chocolates, a new car, or jewelry. Take a look at some inspiring women from America’s short history.
Anne Hutchinson (1591-1643) was banished from Boston by the Puritans due to her political and religious views. She was left to defend herself and her children against natives in New York, and she died standing for her beliefs.

Margaret Brent (1600-1699) is known as North America’s first feminist. She became one of Maryland’s largest land owners when most women were still property. Someone had to set the precedent. Thank you, Margaret!

Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672), one of America’s first poets. Because of her, colonial America has been preserved. She wrote in great historical detail. Fun fact – until the mid 1800’s, most women could not get literary work published unless they used a male pseudonym, yet Anne broke the mold and saved history simultaneously.

Dorothea Dix (1802-1887) worked to alleviate misery as the Superintendent of Female Nurses during the Civil War. If you are a nurse, thank her.

Elizabeth Blackwell (1821-1910) holds the honor of the first female medical doctor in the United States. She graduated from Geneva College in 1849, opened a slum infirmary, and trained women in medicine. Thanks to her, the poor have access to good medical care, and some of the world’s best doctors are women!

Ellen Swallow Richards (1842-1911) paved the way for science geeks everywhere by being the first female ever to enroll in MIT in 1870. She is also the reason you took Home Economics. She founded the science. Thank her for your cooking, sewing, and other domestic skills.

Grace Hopper (1906-1992) received a PHD from Yale and was an early computer programmer and a leader in software development. Your kid learns coding in elementary school because of her.
Women shape our world. They inspire us to do more, be better, set new goals, and reach them.



(Eloise Olson, Aimee Parkin, Evan Olson)

Finally, Florence “Eloise” Bloxham Olson (1929 - ), born to poor sharecroppers in Arimo, Idaho, graduated Valedictorian of her small high school class while helping her mother care for her five younger siblings. As a young girl, she learned to sew, knit, crochet, cook and bake. She learned to plant a victory garden. She adored flowers, especially roses and spring bulbs and developed a green thumb early on. She loved making jams, jellies, and canning fruits and veggies for her family. She met her husband, Evan, while she worked as a telephone operator in Pocatello, Idaho, and they had three children. After sending three children to college, Eloise pursued her dream. She returned to college and became a nurse. She graduated Valedictorian again and enjoyed a career spanning two decades. She nursed geriatric patients with care and compassion. Her final patient was her sweetheart, Evan. She now enjoys reading, knitting, cooking, canning, baking, and spending time with her three children, her daughter-in-law, her 10 grandchildren, and 9 great-grandchildren. Her favorite granddaughter is Aimee Parkin. 

This woman taught me grit, perseverance, the value of education, and that it’s never too late to pursue a dream, set a goal, or learn a new skill. She still tries new recipes, she learned to use the computer, the internet, and now enjoys using FaceTime. Despite setbacks and hard times, every day is a blessing to her.  During a very difficult time in my life, she handed me a small photo that she had kept in her wallet for nearly 30 years. It was me at age 3-4. She told me that it brought tremendous joy to her and that my smile always did her heart good. She then gave me that picture. I carry it in my wallet and think of her. I remember her strength, her sweetness, and her grit. And I remember that because I’m hers, I can do anything.

Let’s celebrate inspiring women on Mother’s Day. Tell them why they’re inspiring. Thank them for their story, their teachings, their mentorship, and the pathways they’ve paved. That lasts longer than flowers, jewels, or cars ever can.

Sources
Online Highway, LLC. “Important and Famous Women in America.”
The History Channel. “Mother’s Day.” http://www.history.com/topics/holidays/mothers-day


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The struggle...

I just read an article regarding a survey taken by LDS women in Utah that tried to rate their antidepressant usage in comparison to non-LDS women in the same region. The article was published by Deseret News and appeared online today. After reading the article, the study's findings, and some of the subsequent commentary, I can't restrain myself. I am shocked. No, I am appalled. Let me explain my reaction.

According to NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, one in 5 Americans experiences some form of mental illness in their lifetime, and one in 25 adults lives with serious mental illness. That means that 43.8 MILLION people in the US experience some form of mental illness in one year. Depression is the first leading cause of disability worldwide. So why are people, LDS people, shocked to learn that mental illness occurs within their own community? The numbers listed in the survey are only those who sought treatment for their illness. According to NAMI, only 60 percent of people suffering from mental illness actually seek out treatment. And remember, mental health treatment is covered by most insurance, including ObamaCare.

Given this perspective, given the prevalence of mental illness, and given that it is well established in the scientific community that mental illness is a disease just like cancer, diabetes, or the flu is a disease that requires treatment, why was there so much backlash to the article and the study? Why do people in a post-industrial society still think that seeking treatment for a serious illness is not needed, just because it involves the brain?

I started to have symptoms of depression in my early twenties. I saw a doctor, told him that I was struggling with fatigue, couldn't focus, cried all the time for no reason, and just didn't feel right. After more evaluation, he gave me a prescription for a mild anti-depressant. It worked, and I started feeling better.

After my divorce, I worked with psychologists and psychiatrists to get relief from PTSD, OCD, major depressive disorder, and Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I saw a therapist every week for almost three years, a psychiatrist continued to manage my  medication, I attended a 12 step program for families of addicts, and my family learned how to help me manage my symptoms. At more than one time I have been suicidal. I am open about my illness because it is serious and can affect my ability to function normally.

At times, I have had to turn down jobs, opportunities to serve in the Church, and I have to constantly monitor my activities to prevent burnout. My family helps me with this as well. They cheer me on, encourage me to try new things, and remind me to find balance in my life. I take my medication EVERY DAY, take vitamins and supplements, eat a balanced diet, and ask for priesthood blessings when appropriate.

Depression isolates me from the world. Many people don't understand why I have to cancel plans, sometimes at the last minute. Some people think I simply choose not to participate in activities because I would rather be at home. That is far from the truth. When I am slipping down the dark slope, there are very few people I can let in. Very few people understand why I can't get out of bed, why I don't eat, why I can't shower, and even fewer people can get me to do those essential things.

I feel the stigma. I know I'm not like those super Mormon women. I know I can't be like them because I will end up burned out and ready to quit. Some people don't understand that, and I understand that they don't, but if they also have no compassion, I'd rather just stay with the people who can love me for who I am.

Bottom line, one in five people has felt the way I feel at least once, and there are many more who struggle like me every day. Be kind because you never know what type of battle someone else is facing. Be loving and gentle to others. Judge not. Understand that it is a serious medical condition, and sometimes as much as we pray, it doesn't get better. Sometimes the best we can do is get up and go through the motions. Be patient. We are worth it.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Conquering the world

So, I got a job and my blog went to pot.

Par for the course.

However, I have learned so much in the last month. I knew I was going to get my current job a month ago, but I refused to blog about it because I was also sure that if I said anything to anyone, I would fail. We're talking fall flat on my face, get kicked out the back door, never work again type of fail.

I've learned that one of my greatest fears is a fear of failure. I am a perfectionist by nature. It is part and parcel of living with obsessive tendencies and anxiety. I'm afraid that people judge me too harshly, that people don't like me, that I will never taste success, that I will never accomplish the goals I set for myself, and this list goes on into eternity. I then proceed to obsess about my list. Every time I say something and people laugh, I think, are they laughing with me or at me? When I answer a question in a class, I think, did that sound like I'm a know-it-all? When someone asks if I need help, I think, do they think I don't know what I'm doing?




These fears have been reaffirmed as I've worked to learn a new job in a new field. I've been a receptionist about ten million times, I worked answering the phones for almost ten years, but I know nothing about medicine, and I really know nothing about having babies. (By the way, obstetrics and gynecology is GROSS, and the older a woman gets, the GROSSER it gets!) Consequently, I'm learning a lot. This means I need to ask questions - a lot. I need to do this while I am working. I also need to do this while women call me, in a panic, convinced that they are dying. In reality, they are not. I also have to ask them difficult, gross personal questions. I ask things like, how heavily are you bleeding from your vagina, how often do you have intercourse, how many partners do you have, are they male, female, or both, and, my personal favorite, what color is your vaginal discharge?

Then I am supposed to know what this information means and if a patient should see a doctor. I don't really know when I am supposed to see a doctor. I waited until my ovary twisted on itself and died to do that.

At any rate, most of the people I work with are great, and they help me navigate this new position with care and compassion. However, there is one person in the office who likes to have her hand in everyone else's pot, stirring when they want to turn on the hand blender.  That gets messy. Today, she ran from her office to the front desk hollering, "Wait, wait, wait! You can't do that!" at me. Needless to say, all those little questions come creeping up in my mind.




We are also transitioning to a new electronic medical records system right now. This means that we get to go to a vendor's office and have software training! I taught software training for 5 years, and I wrote course material for software training. Our instructor is great, but some of our staff are "resistant to change" (read - they are dinosaurs and have no clue how to use automated systems), which makes the learning experience frustrating. I have already been asked why I do things a certain way for one system. (Aimee, why do you put details about consent on the consent page?)



On a positive note, I am learning that I can work through my obsessions and anxiety. They don't cripple me. I can talk to myself (Not out loud. I'm not crazy.) and remind myself that I'm in control. It also helps that I go home at night, eat dinner, go to bed, and sleep. Then, when I wake up, my husband makes me oatmeal, lets me sleep in for 20 minutes, and makes sure I have clean clothes for work.



I feel so proud that, even though I get up some days and think, I can't do this, I make it through every day and get up the next day to do it again. I am proud that I am healthy enough to work. I take pride in my work, and I take a personal interest in my patients. I care for them. I pray for them. I love getting to know them.

I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge the hand of God in this process. I pray to Him constantly for strength to overcome my weaknesses, help to remember what I need to do each day, serenity, patience, health, and so much more. I know it might sound trite, super Christian, or any other number of things, but I am so grateful that He is always there. I couldn't make it through a workday without His help.




I babysat my nephews while my sister ran a Ragnar the week before Easter, and I reminded them that they can pray to Heavenly Father for anything at any time. While I was there, I was scared that something might happen that I couldn't handle. I prayed in the middle of the night, and I instantly felt peace, knowing that Heavenly Father has always helped me handle things that I knew I couldn't handle alone. I love the quote above from Elder Jeffrey R. Holland. Sometimes the road is so difficult that we know we cannot move forward even one step, but we need not give up. We never walk the difficult path of life alone. There are always better days to come. We just have to trust and believe in good things to come.

I know that there are an abundance of cutesy quotes in this blog post. This is not normal, as those who read my blog are aware. Many of you may not know that I love cutesy quotes and rely on them during my most difficult times. I save them on my phone and my computer. I save them on Facebook and Instagram, and I follow uplifting accounts on social media. I do this intentionally so that when life really sucks and I am falling into the black abyss, I can quickly remind myself of the important truths life offers me. It keeps me from looking for an alternate solution to my suffering. Try it. Keep them on your phone, your computer, put them up around your house, follow positive feeds online, find quotes you love on Pinterest as well. Then when life really sucks, you've got an arsenal to combat your suffering. Let me know how it works!