All About No_Hablo_Ingles
The key to change... is to let go of fear. Rosanne Cash
I use to wake up in the morning... unable to move. I could hear what was going on around me, occasionally, I even had my eyes open so I could see. I was fully conscious of everything around me... but I could not move... I could not talk... I could not scream for help. The feeling of feeling of helplessness was overwhelming... It was a nightmare that followed me into my waking moments.
I asked my mom about it, trying my best to hide the fact that I was experiencing it frequently, and she told me it was demons... and that praying would help. Years later, I found that this is not an uncommon belief╣.
I became terrified of sleeping, something that to this day affects me. I would spend my nights fighting myself, trying to convince myself that I could live without sleep... Sometimes I went days without sleeping, but I knew eventually I would drift away... I was fighting a losing battle.
I hated talking about it. I grew up in an environment that made me feel weak if I discussed how terrified I was. I am a man after all (or, at least, I was told to act like one when I was 7). I could deal with it, I was a man. So every once in a while, I would wake up, unable to move, for a minute or two... terrified... and when I regained my ability to move, I would go about my day. Everyone who knew about how often I would stay up through the night just thought I was a 'Night owl,' and I put on a fake smile and agreed. I told no one that the reason I stayed up, is because when I went to sleep I feared that when I awoke that I would be unable to move... and that inside my mind I would scream for help.
But as I said, it was only for a minute or two... until it wasn't.
As I got older, it got worse... around the age of 9 it got to the point where I would get up but be unable to move for upward to a hour. A hour that you can not control your body feels like an eternity. Begging for help within my mind did not help... praying did not help... so to calm myself, I counted my heart beat... something I still do when my anxiety gets the best of me.
I fully intended to suffer silently, committed to just praying then counting my heart beat. But then a case happened... Terri Schiavo. Not many people remember her name, but they do have, at least, some vague memory of the case.
"The Terri Schiavo case was a legal battle involving prolonged life support in the United States that lasted from 1998 to 2005. At issue was whether the husband of Teresa Marie "Terri" Schiavo had the right to terminate life support for his wife, who was diagnosed by doctors as being in a persistent vegetative state. The highly publicized and prolonged series of legal challenges presented by her parents and by state and federal legislative intervention effected a seven-year delay before life support finally was terminated."
It got National attention when I was in 6th grade (that would be around 2003). I kept hearing terms like 'vegetative state,' having no knowledge of what they meant. When I asked my mom, she said something along the lines of 'she is alive, but she can not move or talk.'
She was like this for years... I couldn't image, if I was mentally capable, counting my heart beat for that long... be aware of my surroundings, but unable to move... or worse, being technically alive, but not aware.
I told my mom, that if that every happened to me, I don't want to live like that. It was around this time that my family got Internet (... kind of hard to call dial-up internet). One day, I decided to research it. The entry for 'Sleep paralysis' was among the top links.
As it turns out, I was not the only one who suffered from this... there was a reason this was happening... beyond a demon-haunted world... Years of silently suffering... fighting invisible demons... and the way to prevent this from happening was as simple as not sleeping face up (the supine position).
So, to this day, I sleep on my side... and since I have never woken up unable to move.
╣ Such sleep paralysis was widely considered to be the work of demons and more specifically incubi, which were thought to sit on the chests of sleepers.
But the damage of these experiences has already been done... I still have problems going to sleep and staying asleep. On a good day, 5-6 hours; on a bad, none. From time to time, a family member tells me that I need to get my sleeping habits fixed, not realizing how insensitive a statement like that really is. The closest and most accurate thing I can compare it to istelling a rape victim to simply 'get over' his/her own trauma.
But these experiences have also shaped my beliefs about other things, in a direction which I think is positive. I am not longer fearful of a demon-haunted world, knowing that the only demons that exist are within us. I believe that knowledge is a candle in the dark, to be shared with all mankind. That it is our duty to our fellow human beings to stomp out the folklores of old, and help light their candle with knowledge, not with ignorance. I believe that proper understanding of the world around us can save millions, if not billions, of needless suffering, not just for mankind, but all living creatures.
I like to begin every blog I make with a quote. This time, I like to end with one as well from Carl Sagan
Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works.
"You've changed so much. I guess that's what happens. I wish you knew how much you changed me. I wonder if I changed you, if your life is different because of me. Because mine is different. You taught me so much, and now we don't even talk to each other. I guess that's what happens."
Looking back at the life I've lived I'm amazed how much has changed in the last 4 years. From a physical perspective of course, but also and more importantly from a mental perspective as well. I'm not talking just about intelligence, that's given, but an overall kind of way. Whether the change was for the better, I do not know, but I do believe I am a much better person now then I was.
When I was 15, I was a Jehovah's Witness. Four years later, I'm an Atheist. When I was 15, my favorite movie was Silence of the Lambs. Four years later, it's Gattaca. When I was 15, hell would have frozen over before you saw a book in my hand. Four years later, I read 300+ page books for fun when I have the free time. Some of these changes are trivial; some of these changes are life altering, but every single one of them make who I am today and who I may be in the future. Today, I look back at my 15 year old self and believe that he was an idiot, even though I did not think I was an idiot at the time.
...but in four years from now I may have a deeply religious experience and become a Mormon or Scientologist. In four years from now my favorite movie may not be Gattaca and my favorite song may not be "How to Save a Life." In four years I may move to Russia to escape a Sarah Palin run USA (darn, she can see my new country from her house!)
Who I am tomorrow will probably not be the same person I am today. If history taught me anything, it taught me that I will change and believe that it is for the better, regardless if that is true or not. My future self may very well look at this post and say "Good God! I was stupid back then."
As much as I would hate my future self for calling me an idiot, I would hate my future self so much more if I nothing changed at all. Change is the essence of life. If I still have the same opinions on everything four years from now as I do now, I would consider that a failure to grow as a person.
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