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When One Diagnosis Leads to Another…

When we are discussing Ken’s diagnosis of Clinical Depression it is no longer possible to do so as a stand alone issue. This seems to be a common thing I have found when I talk to other people suffering (and healing) from a mental disorder, the combination of multiple diagnosis. Often you hear about depression with anxiety, or a phobia… possibly the underlying diagnosis is the lead in to the depressive tendencies.

For Ken we have also had to learn how to deal with a rather interesting hearing disability known as – Central Auditory Processing Disorder, or CAPD. I know, not a commonly known thing. In fact, I am still learning about it and I do believe so is Ken. BUT it has answered some questions as to behaviour and issues in conversation and public settings Ken has had. Let me share the noticeable symptoms in adults as is found in the Wikipedia article Ken found me (if you wish to take a look at this highly technical article from the start go for it); adults with this disability/disorder tend to:

  • talk louder than necessary
  • have trouble remembering a list or sequence
  • often needs words or sentences repeated
  • have poor ability to memorize information learned by listening
  • interprets words too literally
  • need assistance hearing clearly in noisy environments
  • rely on accommodation and modification strategies
  • find or request a quiet work space away from others
  • request written material when attending oral presentations
  • asks for directions to be given one step at a time

Now for anyone who knows Ken well as you read this list light bulbs should be blinking on all over the place. Especially if you have ever rattled off a number for him to input in a computer or phone… yah not happening. That really is the sign of a spot on diagnosis… do one or two of the items on this list apply to you… NO pretty much ALL of them do.

I think before I discuss a few of the symptoms Ken has and how they affect everyone I will try and explain what CAPD is… Ken found me a couple websites (beyond Wikipedia) that do good job of talking you through it. First off a bit of an explanation as to how this disorder works with the ear and hearing explicitly:

When a person has central auditory processing disorder (CAPD), the part of the brain that translates what the ear delivers does not function properly. The person with CAPD can hear sounds, but how the brain translates those sound is disrupted, and the end result is a garbled message. (EXCERPT FROM)

So basically your actual hearing is not impaired, there is no hearing loss per say. Sounds are normal volume and clarity in that respect, the problem is in the processing and the brain. So when you hold a discussion with someone with CAPD they are hearing your words, but once they go to sort out the conversation and their response to it, that is where the problems occur. This is distinctly different from the more easily diagnosed deafness or hearing impairment that we are all more familiar with. Another way to think of it is like a short circuit (NOT MY ANALOGY). The information comes in but is not making it to the correct destination in the right order or as a complete and clear message.

Ken has always been unable to spend a lengthy time in crowds. People always joke that if there is a comfy couch you will find him, halfway through the night, asleep on it. Well, this explains that a little. What most interpret as anti social introvert (now don’t get me wrong, he is that as well to a degree) was really a survival mechanism for when he simply could not handle the constant hard work that participating in conversations in crowded and loud room requires of him. The average adult is quite adept at filling in blanks in noisy situations, carrying on conversations with distractions and generally filtering out nonsense and unneeded stimulus. What CAPD is (at least for Ken) is where the brain simply cannot handle all of that stimuli in an organized manner. Often multiple conversations in a room (even if you are only a part of one) hold too much distraction to keep sentences organized and recognized as coming from a specific conversationalist. That is just an obvious example of course.

I have actually discussed the interpretation of people’s words issue. Ken will often lean heavily on semantics. This makes more sense (and honestly sometimes it is just to tick me off…) when you think about how as he is listening to say a procedure or some sort of directive he is not processing 100% of it. To make up for this he needs total clarity on what does make it through. Like a radio cutting out, you try your hardest to figure out what is coming through and extrapolate to create a complete series of steps. Ken is constantly dealing with his brain recreating the cutting out radio. Of course, to deal with this necessity he often jokingly brings up semantics and plays around with being a stickler for over detail. I personally feel this is often an attempt to soften, for the rest of us, the way Ken has to deal with conversations. It is not like he is completely unaware as to how complicated and frustrating it can be to be asked for greater and greater detail when all you want to do is say – JUST GO DO IT ALREADY.

Now the trick of this disorder is that it is hard to diagnose, people who have it tend to compensate for it, some better than others. Ken’s depression really put a damper on that. With anti social behaviour enhanced and as he phrases it his “Give a F” (you can fill in the word there I am sure) very low… well the depression lessened the need or wish of his brain to create a bridge across these difficulties. When you are not in a good mind set introspectively it often quickly and drastically increases and additional effort you need to make to sort out the externals. This is rather apparent when you speak to Ken on many topics. All this is bundled in with a genius IQ (I kid you not, tested and everything… this is one girl who will NEVER take an IQ test… no need for that humiliation) and creates and external personality that seems ill equipped for many of the situations that we “normal” (I hate that word… maybe average?) people find so simple – crowds, rattled off telephone numbers, verbally given steps or stages for tasks… these all become mountains instead of mole hills.

The whole family has learned (even before we knew we needed to) to adapt to how Ken hears us. Now don’t get me wrong, it can be utterly FRUSTRATING to tell him something on the fly only to have him look at you blankly and say he got nothing of that, could you please repeat it. At which point you inevitably cannot remember A WORD YOU SAID! BUT it has slowed our speech down at times, words are better enunciated. Patience is a virtue that is slowly being improved upon.

Our family has become a family of lists and notes. When one person cannot remember offhand a list of anything we all have tended to finding a paper and pencil. The twins take great joy in leaving requests on the chalkboard, a piece of paper, the boogie board (wouldn’t I love a few more of those!!)… often meant just to be humorous it is a visual reminder, an opportunity for the kids to practice spelling and writing skills AND a bit of respite for Ken who then does not have to attempt to remember yet another spoken item.

There is something to be said for compromise and adaptation. And really with any disability that so acutely affects any of your 5 senses it is inevitable. I am proud of our adaptation and our work to be a home of openness and all encompassing compassion and love. So I will end this blog entry as I have all the ones regarding our journey and say YOU, you that are reading this are ALSO welcome in our home and in our hearts… You are NOT alone, we love you and we are celebrating your successes as you take your journey to become a healthy individual!IMAG0580

This entry was posted on 01/05/2016, in Uncategorized. 6 Comments

Invisible But Life Changing

Invisible Illness… it is honestly something I never thought I would have to deal with. How can something so life changing, so detrimental to not only the sufferer’s well being but the family and friends around them be INVISIBLE? How is there no outward beacon screaming my body, mind and spirit are in pain and suffering?

I am sure that by now most of our friends and family and visitors to this blog are aware that Ken has suffered from depression for a large chunk of his life. He is termed CLINICALLY depressed which for our family means he is not simply situational (that is, if things get better outwardly… home, job, faith, etc it clears up) but chemical as well. This means that while counselling is CRUCIAL for Ken it needs to be combined with a carefully created and supervised cocktail of vitamins and medication. Thankfully more vitamins and counselling than medication but it is present in his routine regardless.

Throughout our marriage I have experienced Ken hitting what we term rock bottom more than once. That point in his life where the thoughts of failure, anger and sadness and even suicide are louder and more persistent then the knowledge that he is a good and loving success of a man. As a person looking in who has never truly experienced depression these are scary and life altering moments in my life. It is so difficult to see the one you love, your closest friend, confidant and rock be unable to truly enjoy the little things… knowing that no matter how loudly you tell them you love them and that they are a success in your mind they see failure and disappointment.

Our saving grace was communication (between us and later his therapist) and finding the most amazing therapist we have ever met. Jokingly we have said if she leaves county we go with her… but in all honesty she has helped Ken create such change in his life patterns and thought processes that I cannot seriously say we would not follow her to the ends of the earth right now.

We are lucky; Ken has always had the need to live and be with our family be louder and more persistent than the belief that we would be better without him (which for the record… he makes our lives AMAZING always has, sick or not, always will). Not so for many other people. It breaks my heart when I hear stories from friends and family about how close they have come to making a decision they could not take back, when someone tells me they or someone they are connected to has been hospitalized to get help.

We joke that Ken seems to collect people with like illnesses like a club… so many of our beloved friends and family are also battling this disorder or one like it… bipolar, anxiety… these are no longer abstract concepts but diagnoses I have discussed with more than a few people. And you know what? I am ok with that! We pride ourselves in being an open home. The kids know that Daddy has been ill, that he has been sad and it is NOT their fault. Our home is a place of safety for anyone to talk about their issues, their medication, their successes and failures. So you see a therapist? Well.. GREAT! You are on anti depressants? Thank goodness you are doing what is needed to become healthier and happier. You feel alone? Please don’t, I am here. Even if I can only be a person on the other side of the screen or a hug once in a blue moon! Come to us!

Lately I have been thinking more and more about how depression has shaped the lives of our family. Life had to stop a couple years ago so we could be there to help Ken truly get well. I don’t see this as a sacrifice but more as incentive, because at that point in our lives we were given a gift, an opportunity to work with Ken (and his therapist, psychiatrist, etc) to introduce him to a world of joy. Things that we take for granted… the highs of accomplishment, the joy of the new… these have been deadened for him. So when we stopped the world (as I like to term it) we improved life for all of us.

While it is difficult to say WHEN Ken will be considered HEALTHY on all counts, the joy I see in his process and journey has me optimistic for not cure but… remission? The voice in the back of his head telling him all those negative things will never quite be silenced, choices that are simple for me… just doing a chore I hate for example… will always require a different thought path for Ken, but we are in it together. I see my children being more understanding when someone talks about feelings or can’t describe their illness clearly. I find myself wishing I could just do a little more for those people in my life who could use the support.

This post is my way of reaching out. There is no judgement here, need an ear to listen? A shoulder to cry on? Someone to simple accept you are ill and reaching out for help? If it can’t be me or mine I hope that there is someone in your life who can be your cheerleader and support network. Depression and these other mental illnesses don’t make you less of a person, they make you just that little bit more multi faceted. And while I don’t have my fingers on a cure or a magic fix I do have the knowledge that no matter who you are you are AMAZING, you are LOVING and KIND, you are capable of SO MUCH and with the proper help and mind set so much is possible. It is for Ken, it is for my family and it is for me… We love you!DSCN1112

This entry was posted on 19/04/2016, in Uncategorized. 4 Comments

Cute Cute Cute

Well I am not sure why I have adorable Echo pictures sitting here…. but… why not! Happy Wednesday! Enjoy two dashes of cute!

As they are…

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