Mental Health: The Impact of Unpredictable Relationships

Everyone would agree that it can really take the wind out of your sails when you spend a lot of time around someone who undermines you, but a recent workplace study published in the Academy of Management Journal tells of an interesting twist. An interactive model was developed to test three types of employee relationships within a police department in the Republic of Slovenia: relationships with social support, ones that were undermining and ones with a mix where someone was both supported and undermined by the same person.

Without a journal subscription, only an abstract of the study is available, however Wharton professor Adam Grant distilled the outcomes in his LinkedIn post this week, titled “What’s Worse Than a Coworker Who Undermines You?” And the answer to Grant’s question? The study showed that the most negative outcomes were reported in a situation where a coworker both undermines and supports you. The Jekyll and Hyde, as Grant calls it.

Psychologists have also studied the Jekyll and Hyde effect on everyday relationships. One study (here’s the abstract) found that the higher the number of ambivalent relationships a person had, the more likely they were to be stressed and depressed. It’s easier and more straightforward to process emotions toward someone whose behavior is consistent. When they’re not, neither are your emotions. The “love/hate” feeling that’s often associated with ambivalence is experienced as psychologically unpleasant when the positive and negative aspects of a subject are present in a person’s mind at the same time, according to ye olde wiki. In one of the study’s testing, this manifested as higher heart rates during anxiety-provoking tasks.

For those of us who grew up in an unpredictable household, some light bulbs may be going off right about now. Here’s the way I’m connecting the dots: when you’re not sure how your parent is going to behave — something that brought hugs on Monday brings a raging temper on Tuesday, as a friend likes to say when remembering her mother — your body kicks into safety mode. The fight-or-flight response is your nervous system’s survival strategy. This creates elevated levels of stress and anxiety. And now, years later, your body may still be physically reacting that way. Our cells have strong memory. The unpredictable relationship that caused your nervous system to go into overdrive in the first place left a lasting impression on your body, even if your mind recovered.

This clicked on like floodlights on a football field for me earlier this month. I went to an acupuncturist to seek relief for my allergies. After she checked out my tongue, hands, feet and belly and took my pulse about sixty-three times, she said, “Your body is ready to fight.” But I was lying on a bed in a dimly-lit room with soft, relaxing music playing in the background. Ready to fight?!? Yes. And it has been for decades.

Over the years, I’d kind of started ignoring aspects of my ‘wound-up-ness’ and accepted it as being my normal. My rational, attentive self knows that it’s not normal, and besides, it doesn’t really feel all that good anyway. Plus, overworked adrenal glands can have long-term ill effects on overall health, so I’m tuning back in to what my body is telling me and, more importantly, working to unwind it. Ambivalence, be damned. I’m a lover, not a fighter.

Did this post resonate with you? Have you been on a similar journey? I invite you to share your thoughts. 

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Travel: People You Meet on Planes

Who wears white on a plane? This is so staged.

This is going to be fun. It’s all about you this week, friends. I want to hear YOUR stories. Here’s the topic: Tell me about the most memorable person you’ve ever met on an airplane. Good, bad, smelly, colorful, so beautiful it hurt to look at them, whatever. Do you still keep in touch, did you require therapy after meeting them, are they now your spouse or partner? (And the answer could be ‘yes’ to all of the above.) Continue reading

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You and Mental Health: Peer-Led Recovery

When dealing with a mental illness, sometimes you feel like you come up against a fork in the road; turning left leads to doctors and pills and turning right means you go it ‘alone,’ utilizing a support network of family and friends. Talk therapy can be wonderful, but can also be subject to health insurance restrictions and/or is downright expensive if you don’t have insurance coverage. And while medication is an effective treatment for some, it doesn’t work for everybody and/or you might even see it as a last resort. The alternative of trying to push on through a mental illness on your own might be just the ticket for you, but what if it doesn’t work?

There’s another route, too, and it goes by the name peer-led recovery. Continue reading

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I’m Giving Thanks that I’m Still Here to Give Thanks

Thank you, pumpkin pie

As a childless expatriate, holidays tend to be pretty mellow events around my house. I don’t even have to cook dinner—my husband is taking care of that. The arrival of Thanksgiving has given me pause for thought, however, and I have many things for which to be thankful.

Let’s start with my home. My bathroom is so small I can clean the sink while I’m sitting on the toilet and the basement gets water ingress in a heavy storm, but it’s my cozy sanctuary, a lot nicer than some of the crack shacks I’ve slept in, and I am grateful for it. Continue reading

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Love in the Time of Saran Wrap

I originally posted this story a year ago, then took it right down to revise it and enter it in a contest. I didn’t win the contest. The box of plastic wrap is still with me, however, and just turned 16 years old.

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 The 28th of October, 2011 will be a milestone anniversary for me. My box of Saran Wrap turns 15.

That’s right. It has been with me for 15 years. It even crossed an international border.

My acquisition of this particular kitchen aid occurred during a previous relationship. It was 1996, and I had been going out with Hank for about three years. After doing the painful long-distance thing, we finally took the plunge and rented a luxurious <cough> basement suite in a suburb near Vancouver. It was all going very well, and I had even adjusted to the smell of damp, sweaty hockey gear in my living room. And then, one fateful day, we went grocery shopping together. Continue reading

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Pinterest: Love it, Hate it or Don’t Care?

Call me slow, but I still don’t get what it is about Pinterest that makes it fun. I need some help, dear people, in understanding how you use it, and what I’m missing out on, if anything, cause Mama hates being late to the party! (Actually, I’m not technically a mama and the expression makes me think of Eddie Murphy in drag, so forget I even said that.) What I’d like to know is: Continue reading

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The Good, the Bad and the Fugly: Friends See It All

Every once in a while, you need someone in your life to remind you of its more ridiculous and/or hideous moments. Someone who won’t shy away from bringing up the time when you had a teenage crush on Steve, a guy who lost most of his teeth before he turned 30 (and those that are left are mighty decrepit). Someone who can describe in vivid detail the night you did a drunken ballet demonstration in the middle of the street. Someone who has experienced your parents and knows what social misfits they could be. Someone who’s got your back and makes sure your ego never gets too big. Continue reading

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Not My First Rodeo: Molly Greene Talks Real Estate

One of my favorite storytellers is here today. Molly Greene is a woman with a load of chutzpah and the consistent ability to keep me amused and keep the Crayolas out of my ears. We often bounce ideas, vent, and discuss foibles and follies, and when you need a cheerleader, Molly is right there. Today she’s sharing about a simpler—albeit less comfortable—time in her life and the wisdom that came from it. Thanks to Molly for being my guest, and I hope you all enjoy! Don’t forget to check out her new book, Mark of the Loon, which was released this month.

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I was a baby when I got married at 22 (and yes, if I had it to do over again, I would try to talk myself out of it). My husband was my best friend, and I assumed we would be a couple forever. Not so. But we had some outrageous adventures during the ten years we were together. We traveled, we (I) dreamed about our future, we bought and sold property. We had a few successes, and we definitely crashed and burned more than once. Continue reading

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When Someone You Love Has an Untreated Mental Illness

“Are they a threat to themselves or others?”

It’s the question you will be asked if you are trying to get help (through involuntary commitment) for a loved one with a mental illness. And in many states, provinces and countries around the world, it’s your answer to that question that will determine whether help will be forthcoming or not.

For a person’s illness to progress to the stage of potentially harming themselves or others is very serious and obviously not desirable, yet the flip side of that coin is that if someone hasn’t reached that stage, and won’t voluntarily accept treatment, there is little a family member can do. It can be an excruciatingly difficult and heart-wrenching position to be in, as I learned some years ago. Continue reading

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I’m Diggin’ Brené Brown and Her Vulnerability Study

Fun and funky, Dr. Brené Brown is a research professor who studies vulnerability, courage, worthiness, and shame and how they relate to a person’s sense of what she calls ‘wholeheartedness.’ I first got turned on to her when Molly Greene posted a link to Brown’s TEDx Houston talk in one of her blog posts.

The clip is 20 minutes long, which often is about 17 minutes longer than my attention span; however I’ve now watched this particular video four times and have emailed it to several friends. I like what this woman is saying enough that if there were still tickets to her upcoming talk in Portland in July, I’d drive the 175 miles to be in the same room as her for an hour. Continue reading

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