What does any of this have to do with animals as this is a blog ostensibly about animals? Because animals are amazing for my anxiety and the mental illnesses of many people around the world. There are local and international organizations that organize visits from dogs, cats, and other pets to people who can benefit from the experience. Research has shown that petting cats helps lower people's blood pressure, which can relieve feelings of stress.
For me there's definitely the physiological benefit of petting Toby being calming and soothing. A lot of it for me is that even if the things I'm worrying about happen (aside from any involving Toby hurting himself), Toby will still love me. Even when the crazy part of my brain can't listen to the rational side that says my fears are baseless, it can still recognize that Toby's love is in no way dependent on those things being untrue. Even if I wake up 40lbs heavier and get fired all in one day, Toby will still love me. I can believe in him, even when I can't believe in logic.
Last night when I was feeling particularly anxious (it's been a bit high the past week) he came over and curled against my leg while I watched Monty Python. The night before when I woke up from a nightmare, he climbed onto the bed and curled up next to me. He's not always the most cuddly cat, but he knows when I need extra affection and he makes it clear that he loves me. Toby, like all pets, has a lot to teach us about unconditional love. This evening he licked my hand when I went to pet him.
Even though I might bribe him into cuddles this evening with treats while I read, I'll still know he loves me. Even if he'd rather stay on the comfy nest of clothes he's created for himself.
I did warn that Clean All the Things (named for Allie Bosch's amazing Hyperbole and a Half strip) didn't quite work this weekend...
Note: My inclusion of the personal here was partially because we often think of mental illness without thinking of the people they affect and so hold stereotypes that anxious people are irrational cowards (I am quite logical and have had people consider me brave) or that ADHD people are irresponsible (Many people have found me to be quite responsible). More importantly for me, "coming out" like this on the internet where it might be seen by someone feeling alone with her mental illness is my tribute to a beloved friend who passed away two weeks ago. He was incredibly open and honest about having been on medication for depression since he was in high school and advocated for acceptance while breaking stereotypes about those with mental illnesses. His openness helped me a great deal in coming to terms with my own mental state and if my openness can help one person the way he helped so many, it will be a fitting tribute. He also loved animals and Monty Python.
3 comments:
Bethany I admire your courage for being open about your life and sharing with others your experiences and observations. Your words demonstrate a sincere desire to use your experiences to promote understanding and acceptance in others for the diverse human community.
I do so admire your work with animals. It is such a loving and worthwhile commitment. And you're so right about the love of animals. Sometimes when it is hard to pick yourself up after a blow or set back, there's nothing like a warm furry friend to bring peace to your soul.
And on a personal note, hopefully not out of place here, I want to specifically thank you for your post on another blog yesterday. Your kind, supportive words were balm to me after some of the other things written. I think what you wrote showed a wonderful approach to life - stand up for what you believe in and state your beliefs in a sincere, forthright manner while being understanding of others.
Hoping that today brings wonderful, positive blessings to you and Toby (and the boyfriend, too).
Cathy M
Cathy, Thank you :) That is one of the nicest comments I've ever read. Hearing about your work with vets who have lost limbs reminded me of my shelter's program with Walter Reed where recovering soldiers (some vets, some active duty) learn how to train dogs. A few of them have commented that working with the dogs has helped their PT because the dog just loves without pity or judgment. I wish I had the strength to help more with that program but I'm awful with people. Many kudos to you for being able to help people, I would break down.
Today has had many wonderful positive things for all three of us. Thank you!
((((Bethany!!))))
First, you are so right about the therapeutic gifts of our critters. Winnie wasn't a lap cat... yet always there in my lap, or butting my head when I was anxious or down. No judgement, no pity, just love.
Next, you said it sister! Until we are willing to stand up and say "me, too," mental health issues will stay in that dark place and continue to stigmatize those whose lives it touches.
Me - intermittent bouts of depression and anxiety. My sister, too. We were both smart enough to get treatment, but didn't share with anyone because of the stigma. I don't remember who saw whose Zoloft bottle (or whatever catalyst it was) but the reaction was in stereo... "You, too???" All those years wasted that we could have been support for one another.
Then, my niece was diagnosed with bi-polar. Sis and I attended a NAMI Family-to-Family class last year. A real eye opener for two people who thought they "knew" about mental illness, let me tell you! Seems even we had our stereotypes and prejudices.
Your courage in coming out has really touched me, hon. And your post a fitting tribute to a friend you love. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Hugs,
Lisa
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