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Redefinition Through Writing

Redefinition Through Writing

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View of Toronto from a rooftop

Last week, TedxToronto held their annual conference, with the theme being “redefinition.” I thought it would only be appropriate to contribute, in my own way, despite being remote, my thoughts and ideas on redefinition. My viewpoint on redefinition, though, is not one based on community, but rather on the personal level. And I suppose that greatly bases itself on the experiences that I’ve had, which in turn have shaped my understanding of the word.

In discussing redefinition of the self, I point to the concepts of trauma and recovery. Granted, trauma is a very intimate subject and is one that has no clear lines in determining what is and what is not considered to be painful or marking. It goes to say that trauma is one’s own, and cannot be measured or judged by another. Overcoming this pain is difficult; and I contend that through expressing ourselves, and writing down our experiences that we can be permitted to and aided in moving on.

I propose the idea of writing since it is the one point in which we confront our traumas with great intimacy – revisiting them, re-purposing the experience into our own words, and thus, in a sense, reclaiming what was lost. To contemplate each word that we pen (or type in this case) is an activity that requires great thought and care, since trauma is so personal to us – we want to communicate what we know to be the “truth.” Evoking empathy or feelings isn’t the goal; for if it were, we would write compelling and more flowery text, as opposed to confronting a memory that we have sought to shelve and repress.

It is in this process of reclaiming, though, that we begin to own our memory, and not be owned by it.

At the end of this cathartic experience, we come out different. We are not necessarily changed, but we are more relieved. The memory that we have sought to hide from is now properly archived, and no longer strongly extricated from our mind and living obsessively in our daily conscious.

Whether or not we choose to share the experience is another point. We want to be altruistic and say that we confront our trauma publicly to help others – but is that really the case? For the most part, I would say so. But in some aspects, it is part of the redefining experience; being consciously aware that what you say becomes a part of the archive for others puts an onus on us to be more truthful to not only our readers, but also to ourselves. Instead of convincing ourselves of certain truths, we are forced to tell it as it had happened so as not to lead others astray (which of course comes back to the altruistic argument).

With that said, it comes as no surprise that we see so many texts on traumatic experiences published – it is one way for the author to overcome what has happened in a “truthful” manner.

To sum, redefinition, at least for me, is the reclaiming of one’s traumas through writing, which produces a candid (and sometimes slow) revisit in which we unveil the lies that we have told ourselves and instead, own not only the truth but our memory.

October 3, 2011
Changes and a Sense of Closure

Changes and a Sense of Closure

student health center nyu Changes and a Sense of Closure I mentioned in my last post that there would be/have been several changes implemented in accordance to suggestions made in reviewing my treatment with the Cat Lady. In my meeting with the Head Honcho, Quality Management, and the Psychiatrist, we discussed what changes would be made to the counseling and behavioural health department at the NYU student health center:

  1. Ethnicity:
    With the note of me being Korean rather prevalent in Cat Lady’s notes, it was explained to me that it was an assumption made without my verification. Usually, the ethnicity is noted by whatever the student states in his or her intake form upon their first visit to counseling and behavioural health office. The inference as to what my actual ethnicity was not completely out of line (though the “Koreans smile when they’re angry” was deemed as an inappropriate comment by everyone in the room), going forward, clinicians will only use what is stated on the intake form, as opposed to making their own periodical guesses.
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  3. Facilitating Referrals:
    As I outlined in some of my entries, I never sought a referral to a different nurse practitioner or psychiatrist during my treatment with Cat Lady. Highlighting that I would expect a minimum wait time of four weeks before seeing another clinician, I opted to take my chances in hopes that the situation would level itself; that and I wasn’t in completely the right state of mind. Students who feel the need for a referral to a new clinician may now take their case directly to the Head Honcho via email, which means complete confidentiality and efficient transition.
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  5. Consultation:
    It’s a two-way street – no one is in it alone. Clinicians facing a difficult time are now more openly encouraged to consult with other team members who may have more experience, or even experience with the student on-hand. In effect, no one has to “go it alone” on the treatment of an individual.
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  7. Interns:
    Being an intern is a funny thing, especially when you are given similar cases/work to your employed peers – you’re never quite sure where exactly you stand, especially when it comes to voicing a concern. If the student is seeing two clinicians – one therapist and one psychiatrist/nurse practitioner – there is an overlap in record review. And while there is the implicit trust that all facts are documented as correct, we noted (in our meeting) that there should be more encouragement to notify staff if there is an inconsistency or known factual error made. In other words, it’s adding slightly more to an already quite integral learning experience, and giving interns the authority to challenge mistakes when necessary.

 
With all of it said and done, I received my apology from the Head Honcho. By no means was it possible for the Cat Lady to apologize without her reaching out to me; my request would have only garnered a forced one at best, which in the end, as I’ve come to realize, isn’t something that would’ve left me satisfied. From everyone in that meeting, though, the apology and recognition for these troubles were at least genuine.

And in many ways, all of this brings some closure for me – a certain confirmation that my suffering was indeed real and was neither exaggerated nor imagined (which does explain why I write so tersely about all of this, so as to be clear in documentation). While I would love to say that I forgive the Cat Lady for everything that has happened, I can’t quite bring myself to fully commit to this idea as of yet. To be frank, I waver. The hovering of daily anguish is long gone, but there are now the days in which I find myself infuriated, and the other days in which I find myself calm and moving on. It’ll take a little more time, but at least I know it’s forward that I’m moving.

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September 17, 2011
Memory: Did It All Really Happen?

Memory: Did It All Really Happen?

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Can you remember exactly what happened?

It’s not that I have forgotten about my blog now that I’m not on a contract; quite the contrary really. I’ve given quite some thought as to what I would to say on certain topics, but haven’t had the time what with working the usual forty hours a week, and scrounging up the few free hours I have for other projects. Swap out the forty hour work week for a full-time school schedule, which happens to immediately coincide with New York Fashion Week, and you are granted a recipe for a lack of posting.

Before last week, I had spent my time imagining how my meeting with the Head Honcho, the Psychiatrist, and Quality Management would follow suit. Had I not opted for trip across the border for the long weekend, then my mind would not have to conjure up imaginative scenarios. In any case, in playing this “waiting game,” if you will, I began to question the idea of memory.

Over the past year, it comes as no surprise to some that my mind has been constantly reconstructing every event and moment to as fine a point of accuracy as I could manage. In other words, I’ve been doing my best to preserve my memories, not wanting to forget or to corrupt them in any manner. Each minute detail was something that I would be able to recall – exact phrasing, decor, and other minute details.

I suppose, in part, that’s why I began telling this story; not only to offer the idea that being candid about experiences is something that we should claim and not hide, but also to properly archive it all. Even though I felt my memory to be correct, I wanted to not have to cling to every bit of it, while filing my report. At a certain point, it almost seemed to me as though it was necessary to be recall every fact from my perspective otherwise I would be discredited or not have a premise for complaint.

As I’ve done before, in expelling this truth and these feelings, it seems as though that I let go of my grip on these memories rather loosely. Subsequently, these memories are no longer as close to me as they once were. In fact, there seems to be this elongated distance between myself and the events, as though they happened much farther ago than they did. And that, too, becomes problematic as I awaited our meeting date. I felt estranged from what I had said, and in some moments, I found myself wondering if it was all real. But in reading through my records and my own entries, I realize that it all did happen.

The difficulty in recognizing this truth is the fact that at this point, I am no longer fixated with that particular time frame of my past. Perhaps it was in this transition between having a watchful eye in preserving each minute detail, followed by the detailed report filed that posed a problem. The shock lay in my inability to recognize my own memory in a different context; in filing my report and arching the events on my blog, I no longer had a need to keep them in the forefront of my mind. Instead, they’ve been relegated to the background, amongst other things of that time period, and it is that correctly placed chronological figure that I cannot recognize, especially so soon after.

Following this post, I’ll discuss what has come out of my report in terms of what changes have been made to the counseling/psychiatric program for employees, students, and interns at NYU.

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September 16, 2011