How many times have you told yourself, "once I get through this week, it'll be smooth sailing;" only to end up in that same spot the following week, and the week after that, and after that? It's gotta stop! There will aways be work, family obligations, appointments, meetings, paperwork, laundry, and countless other pressing things to do. It's not going away. If you want something to change, it's gotta come from within. Maybe this new year, it's time for a new attitude! The Odyssey: Parenting. Caregiving. Disability. The Center for Family Involvement at VCU School of Education's Partnership for People with Disabilities provides informational and emotional support to people with disabilities and their families. All of our services are free. We just want to help. We know how hard this can be because we're in it with you. SHOW NOTES: There are very few studies on how women tolerate pain. This 2022 study explains that women were excluded from studies because of assumptions that potential hormonal changes could impact reliability in pain ratings. Yet new research shows those assumptions are false. While there is evidence that period pain is comprable to the pain of a heart attack; renowned gynecologist Dr. Jen Gunter warns that waiting for excrutiating chest pain to tell you you're having a heart attack is dangerous, especially for women who often report having no pain with their heart attacks. Research continues to show the importance of limiting screen time for children. TRANSCRIPT: Welcome to The Odyssey. Parenting, Caregiving, Disability. I'm Erin Croyle, the creator and host of The Odyssey podcast explores how our lives change when a loved one has a disability. I was lucky enough to head down this less traveled road when my first child was born with Down's Syndrome in 2010. Now I work for the Center for Family Involvement at VCU's Partnership for People with Disabilities. This podcast explores the triumphs and hardships we face. We celebrate the joys that the odyssey of parenting, caregiving and disability bring all while tackling the tough stuff, too. The thing is, parenting is tough. Caregiving is tough. Middle age. It's brutal. So many of us live in the. I just need to get through this week mentality and that is bunk. If we think that way, we're going to be white knuckling it through life until we die. There's always going to be something. So rather than waiting for the tide to turn or the pendulum to swing, it's time for an attitude adjustment. I'm going to get deeply personal here because I know the impact it can have. A good example of this is my first child's birth story. Arlo's movement was slowing in the final weeks, and folks around me dismissed my concerns, telling me that it was natural to happen because as the baby grows, there's less room for them to move. But at 39 weeks, Arlo's movements were barely noticeable, and when he did move, it felt weak. So I went to the hospital and was immediately prepped for an emergency C-section. My doctor later told me if I hadn't come in, Arlo would not be here. A few years later, I was catching up with a dear friend who thanked me for being so open about all those scary details. She told me that because of me sharing my story, she didn't second guess herself when her first child's movement slowed in utero. She and her son are alive and well because they got the help they needed. Now, fast forward to modern times, and I have a new story to share that hopefully will help. Just after Thanksgiving, I noticed a red swollen mark on my calf and it was a little bit sore. But it's common for ADHD errors to get random bumps and bruises and not remember how it happened. So I looked at it and I chalked it up to me overreacting and just powered through. I mean, after all, my son Arlo had a point with his hematologist, which is a four hour round trip away. And that was, I think, the following day. My middle guy, Emil, had a well visit and a band concert that week, and he had his own ADHD evaluations throughout the month of December. And my daughter had an appointment with their pediatrician that week, which resulted in a referral to a behavior as the following week to help with ADHD strategies. And I knew if I pushed any of these off, it would be problematic later because like most moms, kids come first and like those hard weeks that stack up on hard weeks, I wanted to just get through that week, so maybe the next week would be easier. Now, let's not forget, December is magic, making time for many parents. And not only am I the primary caregiver in my home, I'm the primary magic maker, too. It was a lot. And I'm even leaving out some of the hardest stuff because this is really not my space to share everything. So my body was buzzing with anxiety. I could feel it. I would have to really focus on breathing. I just just felt just a mess inside. So the month went by, and suddenly Friday, December 20th, arrived and I felt relief. I didn't have any work deadlines. It was the last day of school for my kiddos before their winter break. Finally, I could just take it easy, maybe do some last minute holiday stuff and get ready to just be festive. That morning when I was getting dressed, I looked down at my calf and instead of seeing that red bump, which I pretty much forgot about, I saw a faint reddish brownish line and that freaked me the food out. It freaked my partner out. It freaked the folks at Urgent Care out. And they sent me to the E.R. where I sat for hours, eventually crying because I needed to leave to pick up my kids from school. And long story short, I was walking around with a large blood clot in my leg for a month. I was shook. What's wild to me is that I didn't even notice the pain in my leg until I was asked about the pain level. I'm a 47 year old perimenopausal woman. I hurt everywhere and no one seems to care. So either I buried those feelings in my leg or I massed them. Whatever it was I didn't allow myself to feel pain until I was told that the pain in my leg was normal. I was pushing every feeling and instinct for my own well-being aside for a month to attend to everyone else's needs. And I think it's important to acknowledge that and recognize that we have the ability to do that to the point of unintentional self-harm. And it's not all that uncommon, especially for women. I mean, did you know that menstrual cramps can be as painful as a heart attack? I'll put the actual medical research in the show notes. This is not an exaggeration. A man clutching his chest and falling to the ground is what we often kind of envision when we think of a heart attack. And that's the kind of pain that many women work through every single month. And I mean work through. They go to work. They do their duties. Maybe they do a hot pad and take some pain meds, but they're functioning in a high level of pain. Think about that. There is very little scientific evidence about the differences between how males and females experience pain because women have been excluded from countless studies, including those surrounding pain. And there's more about that in the show Notes, too. All of this brings me to the attitude adjustment that this medical scare triggered as Peter Finch's character, Howard Beale, declared in the 1976 Film Network. I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore. The shifts been brewing for a while. My day in the emergency department just set it in motion. When asked to describe the pain, I said what I said earlier in this episode, I heard all over. So it's hard to tell. And I repeated it whenever they asked. I would mention that if childbirth is a ten and this is a seven, what does that even mean when we're looking at your pain scale? All of this literal pain and on top of it is the mental load of being a parent and a caregiver. Being the captain of a ship that never stops is unnatural. And that's why I'm starting this year out focusing on removing every pain point possible. What's a pain point in this case? It's those everyday struggles that just drain you with all the stuff out of control. I'm looking for the things in my life that I can change both the immediate and the long term. These pain points can range from something as simple as buying glass bottles with lids. Right? Because I don't know about you, but no one in my family seems to understand how to properly cover food and put it in the fridge. And so I'm throwing away wilted lettuce and dried poultry cheese that's rock hard. So the results are spotty with those lids. So far. But it's early and I'm hopeful. Now, screens, on the other hand, are one of the biggest stressors in our house. Every one of my children is hungry for a screen of any kind. Virtually all of the time. It is a constant struggle that escalates into battles nearly every day. So removing this particular pain point is a work in progress. If the current time limits and passcodes and remote control hiding systems fail or become too much work, I have two more slightly restrictive backup plans that I'm going to implement. The first would be installing a new router because you can find some with robust parental controls that have separate networks. So I can just turn off whatever network I assign to my child or children if they're abusing their online time. And if all else fails, I'm going to remove the device you can request with your school that your child doesn't bring their Chromebook home in middle school, whatever school, and if it's not necessary to do schoolwork, I don't want to hear. And that's kind of where we're going to head if we have to, because I don't want the fight. And while I want my children to be able to self-regulate when it comes to screen use. Research shows that developmentally it's incredibly difficult for kids, tweens, teens and young adults to do it responsibly. Now, add neurodiversity into the mix with that e
