A Lesson Learned From a Random Stranger
I once read a book by a homeless man, and he talked about the first thing his guru said to him: "Everything that happens to you is for your own good."
As a rape survivor, I argue with this, but it stood out to me. My version would be "Everything that happens to you is to teach you something." I recently learned a major fact about my BPD diagnosis from a woman at the bus stop.
What Happened at the IndyGo Stop
Indianapolis was once named the sixth-most mentally unhealthy city in the nation and, for some reason, our residents with mental illness are attracted to the IndyGo bus system. When a woman suddenly screamed "Plead the blood of Jesus! Woo!", I gave her a brief glance, convinced that she had a mental illness, then returned to waiting for the bus. Suddenly, someone screamed, and I turned just in time to see her fall to the ground and begin convulsing. A small crowd gathered around, staring. Someone cried out for someone to do something and I stepped forward. I did what first aid I knew since she was bleeding, told a bystander to call 911 to report a bleeding woman having a seizure, and waited. The EMTs came, said they got called on her all the time, then escorted her to the ambulance. I caught my bus and went to my destination somewhat shaken up.
I later talked to a woman who has been a nurse for 30 years and she said my reaction was normal. She said that even nurses get shaken up by seizures. She said I did the right thing first aid-wise and that I was a hero for taking action. I then began to think about the situation and what I had learned from it.
What I Learned
There are few situations in the world in which one feels more helpless than when waiting for the ambulance to arrive. I discovered that I don't like feeling helpless. Why? Because it reminds me of past trauma. It reminds me of times I couldn't protect myself or take action to help myself. These situations were very painful and led to my development of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and borderline personality disorder (BPD). So it makes sense that being in a situation where I feel helpless triggers my urge to use negative coping skills such as drinking alcohol or self-injuring.
I wished I could be like the other people at the bus stop, who I thought just shrugged this off instead of getting upset. Then I told myself that I didn't know how they felt or how they reacted. Maybe they felt similar to me; I don't know. What mattered was what I felt and how I reacted. I also told myself that I was the only one who helped--did I really want to be a person who just stands around and stares like a slack-jawed idiot? The answer to that was no. So I concluded that I didn't really want to be like the other people at the bus stop, and that I was okay with my actions. And since I was okay with my actions, there was no need to punish myself.
What This Means
I now have a new insight into my condition. I can be on guard against future situations in which I might feel helpless, such as a current battle with the government over my food stamps. I can understand why I want to drink or cut, and use this understanding to talk myself out of it. I can recognize why my symptoms are worse than normal and articulate the problem to myself and to my treatment team. To me, this is a big lesson.
Everything that happens to you can teach you something.
Oberg, B. (2013, March 27). A Lesson Learned From a Random Stranger, HealthyPlace. Retrieved on 2020, December 4 from https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/borderline/2013/03/a-lesson-learned-from-a-random-stranger
Author: Becky Oberg
Thank you for this. The insights that come to me from ordinary life, unexpectedly, are often the ones that are the deepest and most useful. Being helpless in a situation, or just feeling helpless, also sets off my extreme anxiety and self-injury. Helplessness, along with sleep deprivation, was a large part of why my last hospitalization was so traumatic for me. The trauma doesn't ever just go away either, so I need to avoid situations of extreme helplessness and/or lack of sleep. (BTW, my son has seizures and my husband panics every time. They are so dramatic it's very scary.)