Worst Thing Best Thing: Bipolar Journey from Mental Health Client to Mental Health Professional
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This story is about possibility. It describes the journey of a young woman diagnosed with a mental health issue, given a monthly disability benefit, and told she will never work again. Despite this, she eventually has a twenty-seven-year full-time career in mental health. She is supported by a phenomenal psychiatrist who often backs her client's stubborn but convincing moves. As the title indicates, this is all about turning bad to good or negative to positive, and it features a long-term career""empowering disabled individuals""in the way some people had empowered her. For example, this book exists because an EAP counselor insisted she write it. (Yes, sometimes Cheryl really does do what she is told!) This is a story for all education departments dealing with human psychology, sociology, or disability, and it may very well generate a discussion well beyond Canadian borders.
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Worst Thing Best Thing - Cheryl Roma Yarek
Worst Thing Best Thing
Bipolar Journey from Mental Health Client to Mental Health Professional
Cheryl Roma Yarek
Copyright © 2018 by Cheryl Roma Yarek
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This is a true story; some names have been changed as requested by some individuals when queried. Some additional name changes are at the discretion of the author.
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Table of Contents
Childhood
Ryerson Followed by the Media
The Horror of Psychosis
Volunteer Work, Supportive Housing, and Freelancing
The ACT Team
Coping
EAP—Employee Assistance Program
Medication Toxic and the Middle East
With Appreciation from the Author
Dedicated to God with thanks for His constant presence.
I waited patiently for the Lord;
And He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction,
out of the miry clay;
And He set my feet upon a rock making my
footsteps firm.
And He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God;
Many will see and fear,
and trust in the Lord.
(Psalm 40:1–4)
Those who sow in tears
shall reap with joyful shouting.
(Psalm 126:5)
(From the Holy Bible)
With warmest thanks to Anne-Marie Vecchiarino (my counsellor), who insisted I write my story and then read it as it unfolded over time, page by page by page . . .
Childhood
Cheril! Turn around and face the front! Cheril! Fermez la bouche!
French language teacher, 1966
My father would appear each morning to say his prayers in the kitchen. It was there he had his pictures and icons of Jesus which he would kneel before. He completed his prayers every day with the same words, Thank you, God, for another day of living.
I would roll my seven-year-old eyes and think, Man, he’s annoying. My father, using my nickname, would cheerfully ask, Isn’t it great to be alive, Chebbie?
Yeah, great,
I would reply with sarcasm.
My mother, in remembering my childhood, explained, We tried to direct you, to tell you what to do. You just kept doing what you wanted. I think you were three at the time, or maybe you were two and a half.
Until I started kindergarten and was corrected, I thought we might be Americans. My father admired no one more than the Americans. He would watch The Fireside Chat on TV, applaud throughout, and repeat constantly, That’s our president! That’s our president!
(My parents and later myself travelled extensively in the States.) In childhood, my parents went there every summer, leaving me and my brother at my grandparents’ farms. I used to miss them so much. I would wait for their return, sitting in the front yard on a lawn chair—every day in August. When they pulled in, I was never more excited. Tanned and smelling American, Mom would kiss me, and Dad would tuck me under a flowered arm. As we walked, I would cautiously leap to miss the toes of his new white shoes. My parents were back from America, the land of little presents where the president spoke on TV and kind, lightly brown people sent rockets to the moon.
When I think of childhood, I remember my mother’s optimism and my father’s critical style, obsessive organizational skills, and doses of pessimism. Naturally, now from my vantage point as an adult who has spent many years in therapy, I name these things with a comfort I never felt as a child. And I view them with eyes wide open, intentionally kind, and accepting. I knew I adored my mother and was sometimes frightened of my father. It took many years for my father to recognize the dark effect of his occasional harshness. Myself, I have forgiven my father completely, mostly because I have made a great deal of mistakes myself—some serious.
My mother did try, always, to redirect. Her interventions were pleasant, like her. First, we would travel by streetcar to Simpson’s, for a Vernors pop and an ice-cream waffle. Then hours at Eaton’s, wandering and pondering, followed by a lunch of fish and chips and lemon ice-box cake. My mother balanced my propensity to negativity. When bad things happened, she was the best person to talk to. The phrase she repeated the most? There is nothing so bad that something good does not come of it.
Many years later, my friend Sandy, and I would be talking on Facebook. She was with the Canadian Ethnic Media Association, and since I commented on our common Ukrainian background, she invited me to a gala. My reply was, "Actually, Sandy, I am a Canadian Ukrainian Polish German Jew. There was a lot of conflict in my family and tons of love, honesty, and ethics. We adored Florida and the Almond Bark at Laura Secord’s, and speaking of that, sometimes we were just plain nuts!"
As a child, I was very smart and controlled by an overcritical father. My dad ran the show, and that included my life. Once he remarked, In this house, my word is the law.
Trust me, you would only test him once on it! Why? There was no argument. He was with the sheriff’s department and drove a marked car. (No, I’m not kidding.)
My father had my high school courses, my university days, and my career planned before I was eight and without any input from me. He chose dentistry for me. My reply: Great! I get to pick in people’s mouths for the rest of my life!
Science and math were my worst subjects. I failed math three times in high school and went to summer school three times. Still, no relenting. I excelled at English, where I wrote depressing poems in my room (and during detentions), sometimes about my life as a prisoner of my father’s ambitions for me. I loved the public library, one of the few places I was permitted to frequent. I was also very adept at history.
Even as a child, I remember thinking that my dad only represented the opinions of one man. I had a lot of very positive role models around me—four uncles, numerous male teachers, friends of my grandparents, and the Americans (our relatives from Illinois, Michigan, and West Virginia). One of the Americans, Ziggy, was my parents’ age and especially fond of me. I was his dance partner at some weddings. Despite the fact that I stepped on his toes a lot, Ziggy’s judgement was small and his heart, large. Mr. Harrison was another hero in my young life. As my grade 7 teacher, he spent one afternoon moving throughout various classrooms with me in hand because some guy had given me several punches at a red light during lunch. Mr. Harrison was going