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I See A Therapist

May 17, 2013 — 17 Comments

In the summer of 2004 I said to myself, “I need to see a therapist.”  I remember where I was standing and how I felt when I said it.

On September 2nd, 2010, I saw Dr. S for the first time.

It took me over six years to make that first appointment.

What took me so long?  Looking back, I believe the stigma of “seeing a therapist” is what caused the delay.  Forgive my generalization, but I’m a man.  Men believe they can handle things on their own.  We don’t like asking for help because it makes us look weak.  At least that’s our perception.  In reality, asking for help when you need it is one of the strongest things you can do.  Especially if you’ve been driving in the wrong direction for an hour and everybody knows it, but you don’t want to admit it.  Am I right?!  Anyway, for me, I didn’t want anybody to know about the dark feelings bubbling underneath.  Heck, I didn’t want to believe they were there myself!  I wanted to be a good dad and husband and take care of everything on my own.  So, I stuffed it all deep down inside.

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In January I had the pleasure of traveling to Boston for an event with my friend Tony Memmel.  Due to some unforeseen circumstances (ahem – missed my bus from Madison), I ended-up getting to the airport a little early.  I sat down to eat breakfast and a little while later I noticed Tony and his mom, Katie, sitting at a table on the other side of the food court.  Instead of going over, I just watched.  I know that sounds creepy, but I don’t mean it that way.  I just mean that I watched a mother and her son enjoying their time together.  They smiled, they laughed, they looked comfortable; like two people genuinely enjoying each others company.  Eventually, I did make my way over and we walked toward our gate together.  They hugged, said their “I love you’s” and told each other to be safe.  ”There’s all this weird construction around the airport right now; I don’t like that she has to drive in it,” Tony told me.

8355626Having recently finished Katie’s book, Five Fingers, Ten Toes: A Mother’s Story of Raising a Child With a Limb-Difference, the exchange I witnessed between the two of them in January comes as no surprise.  They are quite the pair, those two!  In her book, Katie recounts her journey as a young mother raising a different kind of child.  What I love most about Katie’s story is the honesty with which she tells it.  Her struggles, her fears, her bad reactions, her confusion…all on display.  What is also on display, though, is her growth and her wisdom.  She shares with us her philosophies on parenting and tells us how she did it without making the reader feel like they’re a bad person if they don’t do it the same way.

It was so interesting for me as a limb-different person to read about the experience from her perspective.  To hear about the painful beginnings in the delivery room and to know that my own mother went through much the same experience.  To see the many parallels between Tony and I.  My mom read the book, too, and hasn’t felt able to talk about it with me yet.  ”It’s so, so powerful, Ryan,” she told me, “I’ve had to set it down numerous times to just cry and remember.”  She connected so deeply with the joy and the pain that Katie went through and found it overwhelming to know other women went through the same thing.  If you’re a parent, especially a mom, of a limb-different child, you need to read this book.  It will affect you deeply.

Ultimately, though, Five Fingers, Ten Toes is a book for anyone that likes a good story;  Katie’s is rich and she tells it well.  And it’s not only Tony’s inspiring story about overcoming obstacles along the way to becoming an accomplished musician.  It’s a story about a mother and a father, finding their way.  A sister (Hi, Megan!) who was loved by her brother and parents and has her own story to tell.  It’s about a family.  It’s about love and respect and hope.

And I, for one, am I’m so thankful Katie shared it.

You can purchase Katie’s book through Amazon or her website and you can learn more about Tony at his website, TonyMemmel.com.

Aron Ralston Swore At Me

February 21, 2013 — 4 Comments

“You lucky son of a b****,” Aron Ralston said as he playfully punched me.

Find out why…after the break

It’s like The Bachelor all up in here.

I’ll get to why Aron said that to me in a minute, but first, how did I even get myself in that position?  Aron was in Madison today as part of the Distinguished Lecture Series on the UW-Madison campus.  In case you’re not familiar, Aron is “that guy who got stuck in a canyon and had to cut his arm off to get free.”  My friend Mary told me about his upcoming appearance last week.  Thanks, Mary!  I’ve gone to previous lectures and they are always well attended, so I showed up nearly an hour early and it paid off.  I had a great seat even though there were probably a thousand people there.  Such a great turnout to hear him speak!

Aron’s presentation was fantastic.  He walked us through his story, his presentation interspersed with both drama and humor.  He punctuated parts of his story with the lessons he learned from selected events, like the importance of accountability and what he learned about courage and commitment from his ordeal.  He also told us what it’s like to drink your own pee and yes, he went into detail about how he cut his arm off.  Insane.  The whole thing was a wonderful learning experience for a budding speaker like myself, too.

"I suppose drinking your own pee is better than drinking someone else's pee." True fact.

“I suppose drinking your own pee is better than drinking someone else’s pee.” True fact.

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Finding Love With One Hand

February 14, 2013 — 1 Comment

Happy Valentine’s Day everybody! This is the last post in the Trifecta of Love for this week. I hope you enjoyed Kristy’s and Julie’s posts, too! Enjoy the day and know that you are loved! At the very least, by me. – Ryan

When I asked Julie to “go out with me,” it was quite the event.

I made a scavenger hunt.  I don’t remember all of it, but I do remember that it started with a note on my front door and at one point a card directed her to play “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon and another brought her to some roses.  Ultimately, it ended at me and I asked her to be my girlfriend officially.  That was December 18th, 1998.  A week later Julie bought me a TV/VCR combo for Christmas.

I bought her a Celine Dion CD.

"This is for our life together." Uh...yeah...of course...

“This is for our life together.” Uh…yeah…of course…

Clearly, we were moving in the same direction.

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Love Letter From My Wife

February 13, 2013 — 10 Comments

Continuing the love theme for the week, today’s post comes from my beautiful wife, Julie.  She loves me a lot.  In fact, I feel a bit uncomfortable posting this because she’s so nice!  But, I’m doing it anyway because she’s awesome and you deserve to know that your kids (or you!) can find love like this someday, too.  Enjoy!

There’s a popular trend on Facebook right now where newlyweds post all or most of the pictures from their wedding day. I love flipping through the photos and seeing the happy, glowing faces of the bride and groom and all the fun of their day. My favorite pictures are of the couple lost in each other’s eyes at the altar as they take their vows. You know the shot: bride beaming brightly on the left, the groom stunned by her beauty standing on the right, and the officiant or pastor between them, guiding them through the ceremony. Each time I get to those pictures, my heart skips a beat, remembering those moments at my own wedding. Looking into Ryan’s eyes and knowing that he was committing to love me until the end of time….it was magical.

The thing is, though, the ceremony pictures of our wedding look a little different. In our photos, it went: blonde bride on the RIGHT, super cute groom on the LEFT, with my dad (the pastor) between us.

Yep, she's right.

Yep, she’s right.

I love that no matter how many wedding photos I look at, ours will always have that little special difference. Because I married a man with a little special difference. Having one hand meant that we made a choice to switch sides at the church to keep things more convenient for Ryan during the ceremony.  That small change was not even noticed by anyone else, but it is the life we lead. From the moment I knew I loved this man, his hand was just a little special difference that makes our life more unique.

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Bring It On, Love

February 12, 2013 — 6 Comments

Valentine’s Day is this week, so what better theme for the blog than love? I’ll be sharing my thoughts on finding love, as will my beautiful wife, but today we kick things off with the hilariously talented Kristy Desilets. Kristy is a teacher in the Boston area who likes to run, loves expressing herself creatively, and secretly wishes she had twenty cats. Shhhh. I met Kristy a couple weeks ago and love her perspective. I hope you’re inspired by her confidence!

Hi, I’m Kristy, and I was born with only a right hand.

Hi, Kristy! Cool helmet.

Hi, Kristy! Cool helmet.

That’s not my usual introduction line to strangers, by the way. As a guest blogger on the topic of finding love, Ryan suggested discussing this question: Had I ever been nervous that I’d never find love because of my (one) hand? To answer that question, I pose another: When was the last time you heard a guy comment, “Wow, that chick’s got a great pair of hands!” Never. That’s when. Turns out most guys don’t care so much about hands. Huh.

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Sunday morning came too quickly.

And I mean that both literally and figuratively.

(Read about Friday and Saturday, too)

Tony and I had breakfast, said our good-byes and were out the door by 9am. On the way to the airport, we drove past Fenway, which was cool, but I’ll need to get back for a game sometime. The flight home was uneventful, although, I fell asleep so hard that I slept through the entire descent and only woke-up on impact when we landed. I thought it was turbulence.

Bye, Boston!

Bye, Boston!

Then I drove home in a snow storm (stopped at Kopp’s for lunch), hugged and kissed the fam…and then passed out for the rest of the night.

Fin.

Now, let me give some props to some peeps (I’m so relevant!) and then give you my overall takeaways from the weekend.

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Saturday was amazing.

If Friday at the Helping Hands Foundation’s Winter Outing was mashed potatoes, then Saturday was the gravy.  Tons and tons of gravy.

Because gravy is awesome.

Anyway…

The morning started early when our featured speaker, Meg Zucker, took the stage.  I’d written for Meg’s blog last year, but this was the first time I got to meet her in person and she was wonderful!  Her husband and kids came with her and got to beam at her with pride from the crowd.  Her message was encouraging, funny, practical and resonant with everyone in the room!  Meg has a way of disarming you, making you comfortable and drawing you in.

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You know what kind of friendships you can forge in less than 48 hours?

The kind that will last a lifetime.

This weekend I had the opportunity to join over 300 other people at the Helping Hands Foundation‘s winter outing in Massachusetts.  The HHF is an organization that connects families of children with upper limb-loss.  In a word, the experience was life-changing.  And to think I almost didn’t go!  In fact, until about two weeks ago I wasn’t going.  So glad I changed my mind.

Friday started with a bang, too.  The plan was for me to wake-up at 4:45am, get ready and leave the house at 5:30am to catch the 6:10am bus to Milwaukee.  I shot out of bed at 5:43am.  It was like a PG-13 version of Home Alone.  A hard PG-13.  I was determined to still make the bus and really thought I would, but ended-up getting there just in time to see the bus pull away.  It helped me answer the question, “Would you rather watch your team get blown out or lose on a last-second field goal?”  Blown out.  No question.

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Today is the 3rd anniversary of the ‘quake that shook Haiti. Many of you might not know that I was in Haiti back then and left the country the evening before it hit. This is a piece I wrote last year that gives you an idea of how it unfolded and affected me. I have friends in Haiti today (on a mission trip) and am thinking about them. And I miss my buddy, Jameley. A lot.

It’s the two year anniversary of the earthquake in Haiti.

Today I’m remembering that day in 2010.  I’m remembering how it affected me personally and how it devastated a group of people I love.

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