Reblog: Mental Illness doesn’t define me (or anyone else), with a TED talk by Elyn Saks

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My son hates to be defined by his disability. He has autism and learning disabilities, so he spends a lot of time trying to convince me that he’s ‘clever’, bless him. He is clever, just in a different way to other people. I bet none of my readers could spend hours talking about the different phases of twilight and the movements of the sun and how the times of the sunrise and sunset change over the course of a year! He’s not like other people and he never will be, but he’s Prince, not ‘autism’.

For the same reason I rejected the term ‘survivor’ to describe me, because I am recovering from abuse as a child and during my first marriage. I finally realised that I was not a survivor – because that still allowed the abuse to define me. Only God defines me. He calls me blessed!

I realised recently that by His grace I managed to move from Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. This amazes me! By the time I had sought treatment I’d already begun to heal, and that was only by grace! Celebrate Recovery changed my life. PTSD hasn’t gone away. I still struggle with some things and I have learned I have to be ‘kind’ to myself, but I am a lot better post-EMDR than I was before. I’m not scared any more. I find myself doing things and then only afterwards do I realise that at one point I’d either have avoided it completely, or been incredibly anxious when doing it (whatever ‘it’ may be). I would have been irritable and tearful… and now I don’t even notice.

Excellent post from Laura Droege; I had to share it:

2 thoughts on “Reblog: Mental Illness doesn’t define me (or anyone else), with a TED talk by Elyn Saks

  1. So blessed to hear you are doing so much better, Sandy! I understand the hyperfocusing you speak of. My oldest definitely has it as well. It’s a blessing for sure, but grates on my nerves something fierce if my mind is elsewhere. Happy Easter to you and yours!

    • Happy Easter to you, too, Christine! I (try to) find it endearing. There are so many things 16 year old boys do that I don’t have to worry about because my boy is so innocent – I have to be thankful for that 🙂

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