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I'm Jane McIntyre, a voiceover and writer, formerly an award-winning BBC radio newsreader and producer. My blog covers life, love and loss; travel, coffee and chocolate; with some heartfelt pieces in the mix about my late dad, who had dementia. Just a click away, I'm half of the team behind www.thetimeofourlives.net - two empty nesters who whizzed round the world in 57 days.

Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 May 2020

Lockdown tears? Make 'em noisy, wet, long and loud.


'It's OK not to be OK' is always a key message in Mental Health Awareness Week. Never more so, when the week falls slap-bang in the middle of a global pandemic. But it's a message for other people, surely. Not 'glass-half-full' people, like me?

The thing was...I'd just cancelled a regular Zoom catch-up session with two of my closest buddies, because I felt 'too weepy' to attend. Tears had--pretty unusually, for me--just spilled over, and for the fourth time that day, too.

There'd been other times during the past nine weeks when I'd found myself thinking about my family and crying with....well...acute 'missing-ness'.

Was I 'down'? Or just 'lockdown' down? And, I wondered on Twitter; was I crying alone?

Apparently not. So how often are we all welling up?

Benji tweeted back that throughout lockdown, he's cried 'most days, about something'. Helen's cried 'many' times; (so too, her mum, Ruth, who tweeted separately, about missing her family )Emma and Stephanie-- both doctors--reckon they've been shedding a tear three or four times a week. Kev; slightly less than that. Charity worker Sarah, who suffers from anxiety, says she veers between days 'brimming with positivity' to other 'very dark days which are spent in tears'.

A couple of dozen more reported crying weekly, for a whole mix of reasons: fatigue; anxiety about the future; their children's education; their jobs. Alistair who'd first just tweeted 'it varies...' returned a day later to report he'd got a bit teary the night before, Zoom-quizzing with friends. Jules said she'd cried quite a few times; 'for the loss of feeling safe and all the uncertainty and loss of freedom.'

For this ITU nurse though; it was specific. 'My eyes have leaked once only, '
said Andi, 'holding someone's hand whilst they passed away, as family couldn't be there. Very tough to smile for a few days after.'

Inevitably, it was the sad stuff, mostly, that had been triggering tears. GP Stephanie had cried when 'feeling very tired or ill; through intensely missing people; looking after lonely and scared patients; and utter frustration at the never endingness of it all.' As well as due to concern for her children who were 'desperately missing their friends'.

Laura's a GP, too. But in her words, 'not a big crier any more.' Even so, she'd cried that day after reading a sad post from a friend, marking the anniversary of a loved one's death. That was enough to get Laura thinking about her own late mum, and how much she misses her.

The sadness of missing grandchildren was mentioned by many, including Carla and Ian,
and Michelle, who's cried several times. 'Sometimes over nothing at all, ' she said, 'or at bedtime story time with a grand-daughter, and she cries because she wants a hug. I defy anyone,' said Michelle, 'not to cry, then'.

Luckily, mid-pandemic, good things are happening, aswell. Although,with widespread, heightened emotions, they're often making people blub, too.

Sarah was crying while writing, she said, having just heard about plans for an online memorial book for loved ones lost to the Corona virus. Carla was finding that 'people being kind..... or even bluetits fledging,'  were likely to 'set her off'. And decorator David admitted to having 'had a moment' when a customer offered him a 50% payment advance for the next project; something David said he found 'very humbling'.

So, given that Covid's going to be around for a while, how are we going to deal with it?

Your tweets contained some great advice; for criers, and non-criers alike. GP Stephanie reckoned it's best not to aim too high. 'Getting through the day is as good as it gets, sometimes,' she said. 'And that's OK.'

Marie; who's feeling down about 'no life, no hugs and no job' is seeking solace in 'Netflix ...and running. If I make myself go for a run before breakfast, I find it helps me all day,' she said. Martin agreed that exercise was helping him, too. For Benji, Sarah and Peter, it's all about limiting the number of news bulletins they tune into. Glynis used to keep a diary, and is finding now, that jotting things down in a journal is helping her, and means she can 'rant, without worrying others'! 'Mr B', meanwhile, says he's been running chat and resilience sessions for colleagues and staff, which have proved useful.

And if all else fails....the message that came back loud and clear was 'carry on crying'. Kev said he'd 'always rather show emotions, than bottle it all up with a British, stiff upper lip'.

Marie 2 said crying was acting as a release of pressure...'like bleeding a radiator'. Carla agreed. 'When tears roll, tension pours out,' she said. Clare said talking to a friend online, had allowed 'tears to come naturally'. Carole; a relational psychotherapist, described what we're going through, and what's to come, as 'a major mental health issue. She predicts more tears ahead; and lots of them. 'Tears and weeping', she said, 'are essential and, ideally, noisy, wet, long and loud '.

So back to that Zoom call with my mates, that I cancelled, after thinking my mood might spoil the jolly catch up we'd all planned. The truth is, the three of us have already shared so many tough times and tears together --from tears of sadness, to tears of uncontrollable mirth, laughing so hard our mascara melted. It's friends like these who would've been uniquely qualified to cheer me up yesterday. Or to just understand that I felt a bit glum.

Probably time to reschedule.

(PS: There was a brilliant response to my Twitter post about crying --thankyou so much, whether you're mentioned here, or not, for getting in touch. And special thanks to Julie--another fantastic friend who's always 'been there' for me. Spotting on Twitter that I was planning to write about crying....she 'casually' fixed a check-in call with me. As if she was just passing. What a great buddy she is...)












Monday, 13 May 2013

Want to help? Just listen.



I hate killing time; it`s too precious. But I had a spare 20 minutes  in London`s Piccadilly last week. It was too rainy for Green Park, too much of a rush for the Royal Academy; anyway, I`d missed Manet. With money, the world`s your oyster here: hundred pound hampers; swish suits from Savile Row, Ritzy tea n` tasties at £45 a pop. This street isn`t exactly paved with gold; just pounded by people who love the stuff.

Over the road I could see a little green space and maybe a shelter from the showers, so I zigzagged between cabs, couriers and the odd Clapham omnibus and dashed down into a tiny square. There, in front of a church, was a little street market that I`d never seen before. Antiques, jewellery, bric a brac, scarves...Russian dolls, brightly painted plates....But it was this that caught my eye:


How about that? Right there, in the centre of the screaming city, a little oasis of calm. You can`t even hear yourself think in Piccadilly, but here, you stop; they listen.

It turns out the service has been running for 30 years; first a `counselling caravan`, now in a larger, brand new, watertight Shepherd`s Hut, thanks to `special delivery` from the UPS courier company.


It`s here that counsellors- in- training, along with the fully accredited professionals who run the service, see people from all walks of life, and in all kinds of crisis.

I called the coordinator, Zak Waterman today to find out a bit more.

`These are often people whose prognosis is poor; and people with very low expectations of the outcome, ` he told me.

Here are just a few of the cases he remembers well:

+ a homeless man; down on his luck in pretty much every respect, on the streets with no job, who decided to follow the counsellor`s advice about agencies that could help. Four years later, and settled in the West Country, he sent a donation and his thanks.

+A man who`d battled with a drink problem; and won. He`d received a medal from his alcohol advice group after five years without booze. He chose to donate it to the green caravan team

+ A woman with schizophrenia, with prescribed medication that she didn`t always take. She was so frightened, Zak recalls, of being sectioned, that she would often stay away from her bedsit after dark just in case `they` called for her; preferring instead to spend all night in an internet cafe, turning up in the mornings, `sleepy eyed` at the caravan. The team were able to liaise with her medical and clinical specialists, without becoming part of her case team. `It was important for this lady that we were outside that set up,` Zak said.

So many stories, so many sad experiences have been retold in the caravan; and seemingly, so many people have found it to be the turning point in their lives.

`There are plenty of just "ordinary" people who live in the area, ` said Zak.` People in bedsits, maybe, with communication problems, mental health issues, people who are just about surviving. For them, this is just one of the places they`ll visit in their week, along with soup kitchens, day centres and so on. We see people who might be highly educated and articulate--but things for them have just broken down, and they can`t get back on their feet. Often, they just come in for human contact.`

And along with the people who might need help from other professionals or crisis intervention, are those with `everyday` problems--with a partner, with their health, or their job--who just need a listening ear, as a one off, or on a continuing basis.

And so there it is. A Shepherd`s Hut in the city. Because, as Zak said, plenty of people who need help, and plenty of esteemed professionals, rate a listening ear more highly than almost any other intervention or clinical help.

`People in these situations don`t just need to hear you`re going to "fix" them, ` he said, `or that you`ve got a solution, or that, yeh, you`ve been through that, too. They want to be able to say, " at last-- somebody accepts me as I am. Somebody gets me" `.



+++Here`s where you can find out more:

http://www.thecaravan.org.uk/

The Co-ordinator
The Caravan Drop-In & Counselling Service
St. James's Church,197 Piccadilly, London W1J 9LL
Voicemail/Fax: 020 3137 9984
Email: info@thecaravan.org.uk
Web: www.thecaravan.org.uk

www.facebook.com/TheCaravanDropInCounsellingService

http://plankbridgehutmakers.webeden.co.uk

COMMENTS:


": " 》 if you've only got a few seconds read the last paragraph; you'll go back for the rest!

“: How to help? Just listen. ” this is so right. Every city should have one.


  1. no problem. Many people need this yet when they go to NHS they get told 6 month waiting list. 5 minute chat can change lives



We all just want to be accepted for who we are - lovely uplifting writing Jane xx





Hi Jane Thanks so much for your message. Thought your piece was excellent and as one of your responders said 'very moving' . 
Best wishes 
Zak