Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anxiety. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 December 2017

It's not all dark - Day 28

Day 28 (Thursday 28th December 2017)

28 December is, for many Christians, a day of distressing contemplation - it is
The Feast of the Holy Innocents, which commemorates the death of blameless male infants
slaughtered by King Herod in his attempt to destroy the newly born Jesus. You might be
interested to know that the 28 December is also the date when, in 2013, China eased its
One-Child policy, which had for many years resulted in the death of thousands of predominantly female infants.
We have our office Christmas Party this evening. Many firms, due to the diverse nature of the workforce have "Winterval" parties or a seasonal event, however, being a long-established UK business, we are remain traditional. 

Today's post is by the executive coach and company director Tony Jackson, who is well known to many on social media. He has a number of Twitter handles (depending on why/how you know him) - @Jacksont0ny is his personal account, @ChelshamConsult is his company account and lastly @t0nyjPhotos is his "third place" where you can often see some of his wonderful photos (as indeed you can in today's post as al the illustrations have been taken by Tony himself). Tony writes a fine blog that you can find on his business website, Chelsham.co/blog. Tony commenced his career by training to become an accountant before realising that he had a greater interest in people as opposed to numbers. He lives with his husband, Andrea, in South West London. His take on darkness and dawn is very personal and touches on difficult subjects, but it also has much to do with his penchant and talent for photography.

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My immediate reaction to this Advent Blog series’ theme was to ponder whether darkness is a negative and dawn a positive – or whether both can be either.  

Without darkness we cannot see the amazing glory of the night sky, it is harder to rest or sleep and some creative experiences cannot happen. We dim the lights for a reason, don’t we? Horrors dawn on us do they not?

In that light here is my offering, perhaps more a stream of consciousness than a blog this time……



Darkness

It took me 30 years of adult life to work out that the times when I haven’t been anywhere near at my best, when I haven’t really understood my own reactions to events around me, be it at play or at work, I have often been driven by anxiety.

There. I said it.

Most people I meet or with whom I work wouldn’t notice – I can cover it well.

However, anxiety has taken me to some dark places over the years and, in extremis, was even the catalyst for one of the very few ‘bad days’ in my relationship.  Over a decade ago (the year of two awful events which I mention below) my panic attack in a crowd ruined a long-awaited treat for my wonderful husband. Of course neither of us realised at the time that it had been a panic attack. A boss once asked me, baffled, why I had ducked out of an important team gathering. A workmate noticed that a real career success had only bred insecurity (“when will it be taken away from me?”). Hello Imposter Syndrome.

Good friends and relatives know that I sometimes have to work through anxieties to turn up to events. Friends laugh with me when they hear me say ridiculous things such as “will we get a table?” (answer of course: “if not we’ll go somewhere else”). In the mix is PTSD emanating from teenage experiences plus a physical assault at the age of 40 when I thought, I believed, I was in a safe space. Add to that the awfulness of the man I love being in that square when the bus blew up on 7/7  - this within weeks of the assault. He shouldn’t have been anywhere near there but had been displaced as events unfolded. The last message I received was “I’m getting on a bus at Euston”. Those two hours waiting to reach him were the longest of my life and then I had to work through the guilt of feeling so damaged even though neither of us had actually been hurt physically. Unlike so many.

I managed to reach out for help and we all need to recognise that not everyone can or will. It’s also why I started going to my detox retreats. I have discovered ways of self-soothing/self-healing and I commend this to you.

Being able to recognise this as anxiety has been the most remarkable breakthrough and has changed my life. I have a label for it. I can ask what the feeling is telling me instead of being confused about it. I know, yes I know, that I am a better person (and a better coach come to think of it) for having broken out of something which I simply thought was ‘my dark place’. A dark place which was worse at times than if the thing about which I was anxious had actually happened. What a waste of energy.

But if I have a plea it is this……please remember that if a colleague (be it the composed HRD or a successful, generally acutely self-aware executive coach ☺ ) is being a little ‘different’ at times there is almost always a reason. There may be interference in the form of anxiety or other mental health issues. We aren’t good enough at supporting colleagues with such issues and organisations which get this right will reap the rewards in terms of employee loyalty.  

On the other hand….

Darkness can be a place from which beauty emanates.

Photography is my ‘third place’.  The light I allow in through that shutter into the dark innards of my Nikon can create art.


I am at my happiest, and least anxious, mooching around with my camera then messing around on Lightroom (not in a dark room these days) in order to tweak the end results. I do it for me. Only for me.

That said I take genuine pleasure from others’ reactions to my work and have even splashed out on a website http://tonyjacksonphotography.com which is also for me but for you too …. if you want it.

Dawn

2017 was a year of dawning realisation for people who belong to minority groups – as do I. I know that I have enjoyed privilege as a white male but I have also experienced life as a gay man and I am troubled, anxious you might say, about the changes in the western world. (Let’s not talk about the 70 or so countries which we cannot visit for fear of imprisonment or worse).

Or are they actually changes? I thought that we had become more enlightened, that more people had learned to accept difference even if they did not or could not understand. I had taken heart from the vibrancy and multiculturalism of London 2012. I had read too much into what I perceived to be more inclusive times. That we had left behind the dark days of Section 28, of repeated failed attempts to introduce an equal age of consent and of zero employment law protection.  I and others had a false sense of security.


The dawning realisation? That the enlightened times which I thought we could take for granted were perhaps a mirage. Just look at some parts of Twitter from the perspective of a black man or a trans woman or a friend from another EU country or a refugee. Such hatred. Such unfiltered bigotry. Such joy in castigating difference. Maybe we had only suppressed it all – maybe it had never gone away.

It is deeply depressing and one has to work hard, really hard, to accentuate the positive. For we risk heading backwards and it falls to all of us both to fight prejudice and to shed positive light on the lives of others.  To be unpopular if needed as we stand up for others. To say that we will not allow a return to the darkness into which we know our fellow humans can descend.

And yet, I am delighted to say, there has been a dawning of even greater happiness for me this year.

Along came this chap – Dudley.


He radiates joy. He has the world’s waggiest tail (that’s official by the way). He is always happy to see me. He cures that anxiety. Most of the time. For sometimes it is I who is anxious when he is home alone. He just contentedly chews on his antler. He is a revelation.

Then, much more importantly, after 18 years together, and 10 years on from our civil partnership, Andrea and I married. For that is what we now can do. Let’s note that it was the much-maligned Coalition Government which made this happen. And they even set it up so that our marriage is backdated to the date of our CP. So we also had that dawning thought that, in one fell swoop, we had been married for a decade. Happy Tin Anniversary to us. Yay!

And can we all please notice that the only thing that has happened as a result of this legal change is that more people, their friends and their families have experienced merriment and joyfulness?

Not a completely dark time then.




 

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Riding the comet’s tail

Day 17 (Thursday 17th December 2015)


17 hours is the length of a day on the planet Uranus. Like Earth, Uranus has four seasons,
however, each season lasts 21 Earth years, due to the fact that Uranus takes 81 years to orbit the Sun.


This excellent and very personal post is by Zoe Mounsey, who lives in New Zealand, having moved there a few years ago (from the UK), with her husband and two children. She works as a researcher and policy developer in Academia. Zoe has been involved in the Advent Blog series since its inception and it is a pleasure to have her back here with us again. Although on the other side of the world from me, I feel that I have got to know Zoe over the years via social media. You can follow her on Twitter, her handle is @zoemounsey. For all the time I have known Zoe, she has shown a deep interest in well-being, given her past year (and hence her post) this is a good thing.

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Yet another year has raced by and it is almost time to get the Christmas decorations out. I have come to regard writing my advent post as part of my seasonal preparations. It gives me a chance to take a breath and think about the year gone by. I struggled to write this year’s post as I didn’t feel I had anything to say that fitted with the theme. My 2015 has had lots of high points it has also had a lot of lows and I am not used to sharing the darker side of my soul. It has been a year where I have had to get inside my own head and learn some hard lessons. And this had had an impact on everything in my life – just like a comet tail perhaps.


Comet McNaught seen from the Southern Hemisphere
Earlier this year I hit a low – it had been building for a long time – but I reached a point where I was going through the motions and felt that I had nothing left to give. It forced me to look at the dark places in my mind, it wasn’t a comfortable place to be and I don’t think I was very easy to be around for a while. I was struggling with many aspects of my life, feeling very overwhelmed by everyone’s expectations of me. I just wanted to hibernate, hide away from the world until I felt stronger. I really retreated into myself, stopped talking to people or spent ages ruminating and talking about why I felt this way. I have a huge sense of gratitude to those around me who gave me a sympathetic ear, hugs and tried to help me find some answers.




I have experienced anxiety and depression before but perhaps not to this extent. Everything revolved around how I felt, all the things that used to make me feel good – reading, walking – just didn’t work. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of negative emotions and I was fighting the urge to just give up. 



I acknowledged that I needed outside help to manage my anxiety and depression that I didn’t have to struggle alone. A few months down the line I am in a much better frame of mind and am building up my reserves again. I still have low days where everything gets a bit too much, but I am getting better at picking myself up and dusting myself down. The key thing for me was learning how to ask for and accept help from others, to admit when I felt unable to cope on my own. 



I am finishing the year feeling stronger and with a developing sense of self-compassion. I have learnt that feeling good about myself and having a high sense of self-esteem is not the same as self-acceptance and self-compassion. 



This is something I am trying to promote in my working life and in my parenting style. I am embracing the Japanese concept of kintsukuroi (golden mend) - the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver. As well as a clever form of repair, kintsukuroi has a deeper philosophical significance. The mended flaws become part of the object’s design, and some people believe the pottery to be even more beautiful having gone through the process of being broken and repaired. Through kintsukuroi, the cracks and seams are merely a symbol of an event that happened in the life of the object, rather than the cause of its destruction. So it is my weaknesses and flaws that give me strength, courage and beauty, that make me who I am.


Thank you for reading my end of year ramblings, a very merry Christmas wherever you may be from a hopefully sunny New Zealand and here’s to 2016 being a year of laughter, fun and sunshine.