Saturday, August 7, 2010

Gone Fishin'

It’s been awhile since I last wrote here at Hopeful Parents.  My absence hasn’t been intentional – it’s just been one of those times where life just happens…or maybe hasn’t been happening enough to blog about it…or perhaps more precisely, feeling like blogging about it. Okay let me be just a little more honest with you. I’ve been depressed.

Depression is an illness I am very familiar with. In fact both my wife and I are so up to date with the latest new-fangled anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications that we are surprised we are not called upon by pharmaceutical companies to provide potential patients of possible side effects. You know those advertisements – the ones where Wonder Drug returns you to “normal” life except for the insomnia, hot flashes, diarrhea, nausea, constipation, shortness of breath, hemorrhoids, uncontrollable flatulence, drooling, headaches, affectations for reptiles, dry lips, body odor, hair loss, joint pain, or an odd desire to set your neighbor’s kid on fire.  Like so many of you, most likely all of you who visit Hopeful Parents, the realization that life will never be “normal” again sometimes weighs me down like a cement life-jacket as I float along the Sea of Life.

Don’t get me wrong, just like all of those drugs that keep my son so much healthier these days I am genuinely thankful that some doctor, scientist, or researcher discovered emotional pain relievers. It’s just that depression is another one of those consequences of exceptional living that I…we…don’t deserve. It wasn’t something we either intentionally earned or even wanted. It came with the “whole package.”

And here’s the worst part: of all the parents out there we are the ones expected to hold our shit together the most. God forbid any of us give up, walk away, toss in the towel, deciding there’s got to be somebody else or a social service agency better qualified/capable/deserving/undeserving/needing/willing/ loving/etc. to care for my kid. Oh that person becomes the ultimate pariah of society…the worst of the worst! So we continue letting our souls and spirits descend into a special compartment of Davey Jones’ Locker filled with lead waders and concrete flippers.

But there is the upside: we know how valuable or children are! We do know how much joy and love they bring into our lives. We know how often they bridge the gaps between races, religions, cultures and everything else that divides the rest of us. We sometimes even know of special gifts, incredible potential or talents, accomplishments never expected; diamonds within the coal. This is why we continue “the journey.”

I’ve been casting an un-baited hook for awhile now. The illness of depression makes you selfish which just adds more slag to that weight pulling you down. Recently I’ve run into a few folks that enjoy dropping a cane pole in the water now and then.  They too have occasionally been using the wrong lures to reel in that “keeper” we all want to brag about.  The one we take a picture of...that ends up as a happy news item...something we are darn well proud of. That is the beauty of having fishing buddies – in the end we are proud of how we contributed to that special catch – at least that has been my experience with those I love to cast with. That would be the little fishing community of Hopeful Parents.

Bennie and his much more talented son, Ben, blog at A Work of Art: Raising Our Exceptional Son.



9 comments:

  1. Bennie -- I really appreciate your putting this into words. I'm stunned, only because you've described it so well and it is so true. Thank you.

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  2. Welcome back, Bennie. Thanks for posting such true sentiments. Would you mind if I reposted this on my site with a link to yours?

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  3. Glad to see you here again! Here's to lighter days...they may not be "normal", but I hope you find some that are exceptionally joyous for your family.

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  4. Oh, Bennie. Welcome back. I have missed your voice and hope that you continue to feel better.

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  5. Yes! This just literally made me heave a huge sigh of relief.

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  6. Well done Bennie... both in prose and authenticity.
    I am right there with you!
    It has been a long hot summer with no support for our involved daughter.
    My husband was layed off so he is also doing the primary care-giver gig in our house.
    At work the other day... a rather benign thing sent me into tears.
    I haven't stopped crying yet.
    Just learned about this site so I have reading and laughing and crying.
    I think a dose of mild situational depression is also my portion this season.
    Don't want a hug just a nap.
    Keeping my chin up and fondly read your post.
    I know... is what I want to say to you Bennie.
    And ... great blog... little did you know a fellow traveler would read this and think...
    Oh man do I get it!
    Thanks for writing it.
    Kudo's and "clink" (now imagine a total stranger and her husband clashing glasses with you of whatever your liquid relief might be… and saying
    “here's-to-getting-through-the-days…these days"
    Lauri

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  7. Well done Bennie... both in prose and authenticity.
    I am right there with you!
    It has been a long hot summer with no support for our involved daughter.
    My husband was layed off so he is also doing the primary care-giver gig in our house.
    At work the other day... a rather benign thing sent me into tears.
    I haven't stopped crying yet.
    Just learned about this site so I have reading and laughing and crying.
    I think a dose of mild situational depression is also my portion this season.
    Don't want a hug just a nap.
    Keeping my chin up and fondly read your post.
    I know... is what I want to say to you Bennie.
    And ... great blog... little did you know a fellow traveler would read this and think...
    Oh man do I get it!
    Thanks for writing it.
    Kudo's and "clink" (now imagine a total stranger and her husband clashing glasses with you of whatever your liquid relief might be… and saying
    “here's-to-getting-through-the-days…these days"
    Lauri

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  8. Lauri, I have been blessed to be a part of the community here. We promise to be there always to support you in any way we can. Welcome to your safe place!

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