Joan at A Short in the Cord recently mentioned that she sought the guidance of a life coach through the Multiple Sclerosis Association of America. First of all, I didn’t even know that the hub of this association exists right in my area: Cherry Hill, NJ. Secondly, I didn’t know that anyone associated with MS was available to instruct us on what to do NEXT. I’m presently considering enlisting their aid.
I’ve wrestled with identity problems for the past five years or so, as I stopped working in my fast-paced health career (radiology) and began searching for part-time, low-stress work. I’ve had the advantage of my husband’s income to keep us from having to move in with one of our sets of parents, but in today’s world there are always more and more monthly bills, taxes, and unexpected medical expenses. So the advantage has in no way been an excuse for me to sit back and do nothing. To this day we still need whatever I can contribute (social security payments et al), and then some. I always wonder about stay-at-home moms (or dads) who elect to do this.
The search for my new career— and therefore a big piece of my identity— has been ongoing. What can I realistically do? Will I have to settle for something “just to pay the bills”? In the past (pre-social security days) I did online customer service work to help us stay afloat. But I like the right to the “pursuit of happiness” that lies within our Declaration of Independence. I’m an independent, career-minded girl who wants to pursue something fulfilling and joyful. My quest within the past five years has led me to part-time library work, which has made me so happy and fulfilled that I’ve questioned why I ever became an ultrasound tech in the first place. Like finding the perfect mate: there is a seamless fit. But because of my own long relapses, maintaining the identity of a library staff member has become all but impossible. In the past year I’ve returned to a volunteer status with our library system. It’s much safer, both physically and emotionally. I can live with it because I still identify as one who makes a difference in this public service realm. That’s what’s so great about libraries: there are few boundaries between the ranks.
On the home front I’ve sought writing opportunities, since writing is one of my biggest passions. I’ve identified myself as a part-time freelance writer who specializes in health topics. Seems to encompass my areas of interest and experience. But lately I’ve found myself looking to branch out into other areas of writing because, to be honest, I’m burning the candle at both ends with the health writings: this site and and the MS Life column. I love both, but I don’t want to soley identify myself as an MS writer, much as I don’t want to soley identify myself as an MS patient. So I’m now in active pursuit of non-health writing work. It’ll come; I just need to be more patient.
In my personal life I have a hard time identifying with non-MSers. In my safe little haven I can imagine that I’m normal and can do everything everyone else can, but when I get out into the world with those who don’t think twice about having kids or careers or non-stop days, I am sorely at a loss to identify. Reminds me deeply that I have MS and that I am at home, tenaciously looking for my own purpose. In the same vein, I cannot always identify with other MSers because we are all so different in backgrounds, disease statuses, and present situations. Although I have an easier time relating to this second group of folks. We have the common thread of navigating the frightening neurological unknown.
I haven’t a clue whether I’ll identify myself as a mother, as a successful and fulfilled writer, or as a personally-fulfilled MS patient in the near future. The road is long and winding and all aspects of life are never completely identifiable.
