Hearing loss and anxiety

I have always been an anxious type. Although I do not believe in star signs, this does correlate with me being a Gemini. When the Lilliputians were born, this anxiety manifested into full-blown postnatal depression, which is something that I am planning to discuss at a later stage. This post, however, is about the link between my hearing loss and the anxiety it caused and still causes. It also suggests a few things which help me cope with anxiety. Please note that this post is not based on researched medical scientific facts, but instead on my personal experience. I am planning to do some research on it, and will also post those findings when they are available.

My hearing loss was caused by a virus (varicella-zoster) that caused nerve damage. The virus, however, is one of those fun ones that hang around in your system for a long time and re-emerges when you are stressed or your immune system is having a tough time… or in most cases both. I therefore had shingles more than once and in each case, it caused a little more damage. Together with this damage came vestibular issues, which, like the hearing loss, were only identified later, simply because it was not something that we were looking for at the time. Bigger fish to fry, so to speak.

The saying goes, that hindsight is always twenty-twenty, and that is also true in my case. It is now easy for me to explain that that whole feeling of being out of control and never catching up was because everything was not working as it should. It was because some senses were compensating for others to make me do simple every day things like walk upright, and it was, of course, because I could not hear.

It is however much more difficult to address anxiety when you cannot pinpoint the cause. And that in itself causes anxiety. What a tangled web we weave!

The following, in no particular order of importance, were things that have helped me deal with my anxiety, and most of these will be discussed in separate posts.

Give it a name

I had to identify that what I was feeling was something that I needed to address.

Calling in the professionals

In my case the professionals were numerous and I am grateful for all of them:

  • Medical specialists and a fantastic ENT
  • A physiotherapist
  • A audiologist
  • Psychologist and a
  • Psychiatrist

What feeds your soul?

A big element that I have unfortunately only come to define in my 30s, was to figure out who I am and what I truly enjoy, what gets me excited and what sparks my interests. It was important to make a list (which is also one of the items J) of the things that feed my soul. NOT the things that I think are supposed to feed my soul, or the things that I think others would be impressed with, but the actual things. For me, it was also important to realise that as we grow and as we reposition ourselves in our various roles, this list also changes. So this is an adventure and not just map.  I think that these various items will also find their way into this blog, so watch this space.

Just as a little side note here, I have realised that it is the things that feed your soul that I will be good at, at the end of the day and not the other way around.

What makes me feel like a grownup?

To manage my anxiety I had to make friends with it, and realise that it is always going to be part of my life. I had to however, make a plan to address it in the everyday things and that includes being a grownup: a mother, a colleague, a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a Christian and a human being able to get out of bed in the morning and be accountable for themselves and their actions. In broad terms what I identified here was structure, and this is also something that I will drag into this conversation from time to time, as I have become a bit of a planner geek.

Mindfulness

I have realised in the last year, that this specific element, is something that so many people neglect, and perhaps now that I type here… it is something that pulls all of the above together. For me, mindfulness indicates a few simple things. A good example is that I should know that if I have too much wine, I am going to not only be hung over but also be disappointed in myself. Another is that I have learnt that I am extremely brave in text and cowardly in actual conversations. I can be blunt and insulting on a text message and say things that I will never ever say in real life.

This chat is a very early post of this blog, and I hope that it would grow from here. I still have a lot to learn about the process and many things that I want to do, but I am just leaving this here, for now.

Procrastinating with the purpose to avoid

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I am a master of avoidance. Well, first procrastination and then avoidance. I am also brilliant at listing things again and again only to rewrite them on a new list the next day. Coincidentally I am also a huge fan of lists. I can also fool myself into believing that I am not avoiding something by planning for it and putting it on a list, and perhaps awarding it some form of colour coding…

I started this blog because I wanted to create a community and also as a medium to share my story in an environment where people can simply unsubscribe if they are not interested. I did a course on setting up my blog and got hosting and felt like a grownup. I posted three articles and then Tonotpics became an interesting topic on my to-do list. Changing slightly every time I wrote it down. Gems like “create planning board” and “review research topics” even to outright “write blogpost” got passed from day to day in neat handwriting. This procrastination later grew a life of its own, when I created a separate planner for my blog and made beautifully laminated dividers with craft paper, indicating the various categories I want to focus on. I downloaded blog post templates and subscribed to numerous newsletters where I got personalised emails from Dave and Steven and Ralph, wanting to give me the perfect tool to write my blog from home and, apparently, earn a living. Oh and then came the sticky notes! Colourcoded little squares of wisdom that could be stuck on my planner board.

I am writing this at a strange time in the world. We are in lockdown in South Africa due to the COVID-19 pandemic. The period was initially for 21 days but was extended for another two weeks and it honesly seems like the end is nowhere near. In South Africa lockdown entails that everything is closed, except for a few essential services. And also that we mere mortals are not allowed to leave our dwellings except to get essential supplies or go to the doctor. We are not allowed to go running or walk our dogs or walk the Lilliputians.

I work in the medical publishing environment and run a small publishing firm that does scholarly publications of medical journals. Needless to say we are also swimming in the deep end – buy at least we are swimming. Many firms have had to close at this time and their workers cannot work remotely. The Enigineer is also working from home. Which all sounds idyllic… sweatpants and slippers and Labradors everywhere. But the reality is a full-time job, Skype meetings where the one Lilliputian ran in this morning shouting “I have new underpants, Pappa!!!” and house chores that I am not accustomed to because I usually have help twice a week (yes I am spoilt, but I am used to it). There is also Labrador hair everywhere!

My sanity management in the form of running (which is, truth be told,  more of a shuffle) outside, has also been taken away and I am now becoming very well acquainted with my back yard, running a little path up and down daily… measuring about 4kms. The Engineer is skipping rope, which is not a talent that was dished out to me.

I, therefore, opened a new document this afternoon because, amidst all my planning, I have lost the purpose. I realised that just starting something would perhaps be… well… a good start. I realised that I had to retrace my steps back to the purpose of this adventure.