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Into The Ether

February 17, 2014 By Stephen

I sit here, in the either, too late to be writing but it is too early to go to bed.

Around and around in an infinite loop goes my mind.

I do not know what this year will bring, all I know is that it has to be better.

Leaving my job, leaving our friends and family behind to travel the world.

Is this an escape from my BDD?

Does it really matter what I am running from.

I am 36 and I feel the world like a breeze in my hair, here for one glorious moment and gone the next.

I could rationalize that any activity I do today is no better or worse than any other in the long scheme of things, and this is true.

But some activities require courage, they demand breaking apart from the norm.

All of which may not even matter, but then if that is the case nothing matters, and if that is the case stop reading and move on.

When Creativity Stalls

I can’t stop creating, it is a revolving door, and once one creation has hit the wall it is time for me to move on.

My creation at my current job has run it’s course. There is nowhere else for it to go.

My patients are a beautiful picture in my canvas. Their lives will move on with or without me, they will find a path to better health, and I will also. It may be away from healthcare for now. Away from it all.

I need to heal, and my family has agreed to go along for the ride.

We all need to heal. And grow and prosper and move on.

What a glorious adventure indeed!

Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: BDD

Should I Tell My Kids I Have Body Dysmorphic Disorder?

January 17, 2014 By Stephen

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We all wish for our kids to be strong, confident men and women.

We would tell them that they should respect and care about their bodies.

We would tell them to listen to their hearts, to be who they are, to not let the world dictate their decisions, or make them into something they aren’t.

Yet those of us with BDD are just the opposite.

We let the world dictate our day, we let the feelings of the thoughts of others make us who we are.

If we believe the world thinks we are monsters, then that is what we are, monsters.

We want our kids to live a different life.

My kids don’t know I have BDD, and it is my goal to make sure they never do.

It is not because I don’t want to tell them, because I do.

It is not because I want to protect them, because I know they can handle any truth.

It is because I want them to grow up respecting themselves.

I don’t want them to live in fear like their dad.

I want them to stand in front of the mirror and be proud of who they are.

I want them to know that they can be anything they see (or can imagine) in the world.

I want them to stand confident and proud.

I want them to be who I know I could be if I didn’t have BDD.

A man lost inside his mind, letting the world dictate who he is, afraid of his shadow, walking a fine line between sane and insane.

What would I do if my kids had BDD?

I would tell them they should love themselves as they are… perfect creations of God. Beautiful in every sense of the word.

So, no I am not going to tell my kids I have BDD.

I am instead going to overcome it, and in doing so I am going to tell (show) them a truth that all of us with BDD know deep in side but just can’t accept:

That we are “good enough”, we are just what we need to be, perfection is a lousy lot, we are beautiful, strong and capable human beings. Filled with love and compassion, here to have an experience of life.

Life if so fleeting, so impermanent, so precious.  Let us not waste it on self pity and shame.

To send a different message to my kids would be to steel their time.

Don’t tell your kids you have BDD, instead tell them you love them and then show them the way you want them to be.

Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: BDD, Body, Body Dymsorphic Disorder, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Disorder, Dysmorphic, Family, God, Kids

Goodbye 2013

January 3, 2014 By Stephen

Maybe it is a bit cliché’ to be writing a post on the last day of the year, but I am writing anyway.

Writing has become my form of therapy, the place I can go to escape into my thoughts. Maybe part of the suffering that comes along with BDD is the product of over thinking.

But if BDD is a product of over thinking then I guess I would prefer to live this life than one without BDD soaking up the Novocaine of a thoughtless life.

The Novocaine of a Thoughtless Life

This year has been the worst year of my life with BDD.  It has been the product of an injury, but rest assured the injury did not cause the BDD. The BDD was there, and the injury added insult to injury.

How do you overcome what seems impossible?  Sometimes living with BDD seems impossible. If you feel this way rest assured you are not alone.

Hello New Year

I am a believer  that every problem has a solution. Problems are a part of life. I also believe that BDD is a form of self-pity that doesn’t suit me. I wear the suit but it doesn’t suit me. So I reject it as a way of life.

I believe in neuroplasticity, that my BDD is a product of conditioning, poor conditioning that has resulted in intense fear which revolves around my appearance. This intense fear is irrational and detrimental to me.

I reject it as a way of life. I am a brave and strong person and this fear doesn’t suit me.

I work in health care as a family practice Physician Assistant. I treat patients in every stage of life that have overcome horrible things. One patient of mine was molested by every man in her family, including her father… This resulted in her first pregnancy at the age of 14. This son, the result of this pregnancy led a troubled life. The result of a long road of addiction by the mother who is hardly to blame. These are “the sins of the father.” Last week the son was just shot point-blank in the back after spending the last 15 years in jail, this happened on the second day of his release.

Being in a gang didn’t suit him, but it was conditioned into his life, prison made his world small, and thus his options appeared limited. The bullet in the back was the finale of a long set of waterfall type steps, one proceeding the next in succession. Like a waterfall or like a set of dominoes, each event depends on the one before it.

But, like dominoes and the rivers that precede a waterfall there is always a chance to intervene. there is always a chance to change the direction of flow.  This can only happen if we change our atmosphere, or our thinking to accept it.

FOR SO LONG NOW

For so long now I have accepted a list of lies. It is time to stop.

In a book I am reading (Second Firsts) It talks about “plug-ins.” Small maybe 5% challenge steps that allow us to “plug-in” to life in small steps. Baby steps…

The reason this is funny in “What About Bob” is because it really is true. Plug-ins are the same thing, small 5% steps that we can do to get out of our negative habit loops. 

Plugging In

For over a year I have been plugged out! Plugged out of everything that would induce fear, that would cause me to exit my comfort zone. That would shed light on the imperfections I assume to be distasteful to humanity as a whole.

This lack of confidence stems from my fear of being rejected. And again it makes no sense. We have all been rejected, life is a series of possible rejections, but most interactions are positive. The rejections only hurt if we let them take over our sense of well-being.

I have let them invade my mind. One rejection is worth 1000 positive affirmations in the mind of those of us with BDD. In fact I think they are so painful we would rather avoid any chance of them.

So, you have to take steps to overcome your fear. This holiday season I pushed the limits and did many small plugins. This included holiday party’s, time with friends. more time at my children s school helping, more time without a baseball cap on my head.

In 2014 I have to do more plug-ins because they really do help.

Some ideas:

  1. Work in my daughters school a couple of times a month in the classroom
  2. Join a local meetup group
  3. Change jobs to work closer to home, or quit work and begin a one yea travel adventure.

I think if I do just these 3 things this year it will make a huge difference. I will feel closer to my community, it will allow me to make much-needed social connections, it will have a large positive influence on my life.

Your Goals:

If you haven’t “plugged in” think about identifying some areas in your life where you can make small changes, that are doable. Try 5% doable.

If this is putting your clothes on and going for a walk or to the grocery store that is just fine. Maybe you are already there, maybe it is something such as joining a dating site, or even going out on a date.

The thing is that with BDD our fears almost always revolve around a set of self hateful thoughts that are likely to revolve around an idea of how other people receive us. But they are always, YES ALWAYS not real.

Yes, we may have a physical IMPERFECTION, but life is so IMPERFECT, that it is just part of life. Therefore any body image concerns we have are pointless, irrational concerns that we let dictate our life.

Life is so short, it is not a dress rehearsal, so don’t give BDD any more of it.

Plug into life this new year, take a small step, a baby step today to lessen your fears. It will be scary, but it will teach your mind that many of its beliefs are not grounded in reality.

Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: BDD, Hello New Year, LONG, SO

My List of Lies

December 26, 2013 By Stephen

  • I am worth nothing if my image is flawed
  • People will not like me if my image is flawed
  • People only care about my appearance
  • People will stare at me and feel disgust when they spend time with me
  • I look scary because of my scar
  • I look angry or “evil” because of my scar
  • I look disfigured because of my scar and this makes me unlovable
  • I am unlovable
  • I need to be afraid
  • People don’t want to associate with me because of my appearance
  • My appearance is monstrous
  • My appearance is grossly abnormal
  • Kids will be afraid of me because of the way I look
  • My children won’t want to associate with me because of the way I look
  • I am ugly
  • I am disgusting
  • I am worthless
  • I am better off dead

Believe it or not these thoughts are all part of who I used to be… I say used to be because in 2014 my goal is to let this list (which is actively working in my mind as I write) perish in the new year. I will make my new list tomorrow. One that explains my list of truths. The one I can hold up when the lies threaten to take over. These are lies, they may not always seem like it but I know they are. They hold me back, they take away from my joy, they distract from the goal… Love and care for others, be present, love ourselves, be kind to others and ourselves. Life is better in this mental space.

BDD, is not only a pack of lies, it is a distraction from the wonder and beauty of life! What a WASTE!

Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: BDD, beauty, WASTE

Body Dysmporhic Disorder – And The Holidays

December 24, 2013 By Stephen

So many people, so many parties, so much fear.

So much hate and so many mirrors, so much to disguise yet there is nowhere to hide.

Looking for rocks, I feel exposed, out in the open with nowhere to hide.

The holiday cheer fills me with joy, yet deep inside me is this small place where my fear, hate and self loathing resides.

It doesn’t go away. I want to wrap it and give it as a gift. Like a white elephant gift that I can put away for a while and bring out a different year. It’s like a hot potato that keeps coming back to me. I can’t let it go.

MY BDD IS A NIGHTMARE

The pain I feel is so deep-rooted in my psyche that it has burrowed a hole straight into my brain.

I need to dig it out and burn it. Kiss it good-by and take back my life.

Filed Under: Overcoming Body Dysmorphic Disorder Tagged With: BDD, Body, Disorder, NIGHTMARE

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