A Woman’s Voice
The single biggest problem with communication is the illusion that it has taken place.
— George Bernard Shaw
A good friend once told me that she thought I was one of the bravest people she knew. I wasn’t feeling brave when the pain made me shrink from life. Now that I’m ‘coming back’ I realize that she was right. Being where I am now is due to my courage and my belief that I would find help.
I learned from an early age that it was a powerful thing to intervene in violent situations by being brave enough to bear witness to the violence. I travelled through Europe for a year alone when I was 22 and had a few challenging situations to deal with. A few years later, I successfully intervened in a mugging in San Francisco. About seven years after that, while living in Olympia, Washington, I was able to scare off a serial rapist in my apartment when I was stark naked. I challenged myself personally and professionally to have difficult conversations and learn how to ‘lean into’ conflict and not run away from it. I founded a not-for-profit charity and guided it gracefully through its dissolution and transfer of its assets to another organization. These are not the actions of a vulnerable woman who is a victim.
So, what happened to me? Chronic pain . . . yes. But I had a strong desire to work with medical professionals to find out the cause of the pain and treat it. All I could do was record and report my symptoms. I have no formal medical training and do not have the ability to order tests for myself. That’s when I became vulnerable. I needed help. My symptoms were ‘unusual’ and ‘atypical’ — and invisible, unless you knew where to look. The gastrointestinal problems I believe were secondary to stress from chronic pain associated with eating. I do recall having a conversation with Dr. Bressler last November when I told him that there was something wrong with me and that my GP thought it was ‘in my head.’ Of course, the irony is that the problem was literally ‘in my head’ — it was in my sinuses.
Once my GP had written me off, I was on my own to access care. It’s why I needed to go to emergency to get admitted to the hospital. The doctor who consulted on my case upon my admission — who was not a psychiatrist — decided I had a ‘psychogenic problem/conversion disorder’ and wrote a report that was so full of errors that it would be laughable if it weren’t so damaging to my care. After receiving my medical records in the mail on April 13, I understood why nobody really listened to me when I was in the hospital.
In 2003, Daphne Brahman of the Vancouver Sun wrote an article about me and my work with people who have aphasia. I told her about my recurring nightmare.
. . . she began having a recurring dream that she was aphasic. “I was talking and nobody was listening and nobody was understanding. People were looking at me blankly. It’s my own personal nightmare that I have tried to embrace and understand.”’
Little did I know that you could be fully competent in mental and communicative status and still be ‘unheard’. Being a woman, you’re more likely to be dismissed as having a psychiatric problem. Once you have that label, you are not heard.
I’ve survived my nightmare.