Friday, January 21, 2011

HEADS UP!

“Heads Up” is a voice I hear often from my wife. And, as usual, she is right. I have gotten into the habit of walking with my head and chin turned downward. Not a good idea. I have nearly bumped into people in the hallways of this retirement community. When I had my head down on my morning walk I narrowly escaped collision with a bicyclist only because she swerved to avoid me. My physical trainer adds her voice to the chorus, “Keep you head up ! It is good for your posture and your whole body.”

Then I recall my father’s advice to keep my head up, and he was referring not just to my physical safety and well-being, but to the very state of my soul. It all began when I was a youngster and watched the roosters in our barnyard. I noticed that when they drank their water they always pitched their heads back with each swallow. Now, my father was raised on the farm and he knew about the swallowing mechanisms of roosters. But he gave me a different explanation. He said, “Melvin, learn from those roosters. They know that every drink of water like everything else comes down from above. So with each mouthful they just tilt their heads back and in rooster language say ‘Thank you God’.”

So this afternoon I am recalling those Texas roosters and my father’s good instruction. I have been in a funk because of some things over which I have little control. I am tempted to put my head down and mope. Then I remember my wife, my trainer, my father and those roosters and I follow their good advice, “Heads Up !”

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Mental Illness

Within less than 24 hours of time the issue of mental illness stared me in the face and stirred my heart. I was in an ordinary meeting in the pastor’s office at my church. Suddenly a significant eruption of angry noise blared from the reception area. A very angry person was screaming, threatening bodily harm to humans and physical destruction of the property. It doesn’t really matter what the issue was but it seems that the person was looking for a different person than one to be found at our church offices. Pastor went out to assist. The ruckus continued and in spite of excellent intervention skills by pastor was escalating. Someone said: “Do you think we should call the police?” The Director of Family Life at our church replied, “That would solve our problem, but it surely would not help the mentally ill person.” How true.

When I arrived home I had a message on my answering machine. The caller had not identified herself, but said she was calling at the request of another. I, of course recognized the name. My mind made an assumption “This would be a call from the emergency room of a local hospital. The person leaving the message had probably attempted suicide.” Four times in the past I have been in that hospital ministering to the person whose name was in front of me. Each time this person had attempted suicide and each time had failed. Severe bi-polar disorder. When drugs are taken the disorder is somewhat controlled. When drug are not taken, deep suicidal depression often comes. I knew that if I went I would feel better, but would it really help the sick person?

Later in the day I watched some Tucson Memorial events. Concurrently I read the newspaper. It contained an article with the news that the sale of Glock pistols was up at a record high. I recalled Sandy’s comment: “That may help us, but it surely won’t help the mentally ill.”

That same day another person asked me, “Mel, have you really looked into the eyes of the person who allegedly shot those persons in Tucson? He reminds me of---. “ She was right. The person referenced often had that vacant look in the eye, which betrayed a hole in the heart. That person was very functional in some aspect of life, was able to be a university professor. Yet was not well mentally. Two of the children of this family are mentally ill. I don’t know why they suffer this, but I am assuming that it might be a combination of heredity, environment, and family interactions. I knew about this long ago. I was never able to help.

That evening I opened a book recently given me about service men and women with posttraumatic stress disorder. It contained the startling statistic that more Viet Nam veterans have committed suicide than the number who were killed in action. What will be the number during/post Iraq/Afghanistan?

So the thought comes back to me, How can I respond to Sandy’s remark that sometimes we protect ourselves when dealing with mentally ill, but how are we helping them? I felt disheartened until I did come up with a few things I can do: 1. I can support early intervention, especially in our school systems. I can insist that we provide public funding for children with special needs. 2. I can at least be there with people who are suffering, especially also those with whom it is sometimes difficult because of their mental state. I can give them my presence and my prayers. 3. I can promote parenting styles that are healthy and that tend to result in adults who have healthy coping mechaisms. 4. I can be a spokesperson/volunteer at my church and elsewhere for the ministry of reaching out in support of all veterans and especially those hurting from PTSD. 5. I can be an advocate for all who assist the mentally ill: mental professionals, special ed teachers, parents whose children show symptoms, congregations and other organizations which include the mentally ill in their outreach.

The mentally ill. There are too many of them. I am resolved to do something that not only protects me, but also helps them.