Introduction
Here
in the Philippines
The conversation almost
always start with the simplest question, “What is your course?” As I would like to answer the question
myself, almost always, the interviewer races me for the answer. “Nursing? It’s a great course.” You’ll be lucky enough if they actually had
good impulse to respectfully wait for you to open your mouth and answer for
yourself. Of course, this rarely
happens. Instantaneously, I correct
them, “It’s occupational therapy, OT for short.” Now, here is where the jokes come in. I have five (5) for you:
1. “OT? Overtime?”
The most common witticism
you’ll ever hear if you announce the abbreviation. Yes, it’s funny...but the
gag gets old.
2. “Physical Therapist?
Reflexologist or Masahista?”
Yet
another common mistake in identifying the role of an occupational therapist and
a misperception on being physical therapists as well. They did not go to medical school for five
years like us to simply give a massage.
Physical therapists help people with disability achieve their maximum
potential for functioning with more focus on their bodily aspects. Likewise, we did not go to medical school for
five years to be simply overshadowed by physical therapists or the
misconceptions of the latter.
3. “Psychologist?”
Yes, we do work in psychiatric
facilities; however, we transcend beyond gathering data of the mind and couch
counselling. Moreover, both courses DO
NOT; I repeat, do not involve reading people’s minds. That is simply beyond human capabilities.
4. “SPED?”
It is a widespread
misconception that occupational therapists are equivalent to SPED teachers. You see, children with special needs - kids
with autism, ADHD, Down’s syndrome and the like - are also referred to us. Well, we are not them. And sadly, despite the longer availability of
our course in the Philippines
5. “Huh? Nursing?”
Still, people must insist on
the notion that “all white” is
equivalent to being nursing students. At
times like this, I just repeat what I have already said and emphasize it more. The most ludicrous thing is, their response
would almost always land on the preceding four items and the cycle goes on.
You
might ask why am I telling you all this.
What’s so important about knowing what occupational therapists are
anyway? Why do I even need to know what
they do? If I’m not ill and if they’re
not even going to cater me medical treatment if in the event that I do, why in
the world should I care? Well, to answer
all that, let me take you to a muster of words exploring the wonderful profession
I’ve been talking about – occupational therapy.
What is occupation?
For most people, when
asked the question, it is one’s job, career, vocation, profession, work or
employment they continuously engage in to make a living. It is that affair that keeps us busy eight
(8) hours a day, five (5) days a week, four (4) weeks in a month for almost
eleven (11) months in a year. Needless
to say, our occupation is a dire part of our lives. Yet, there are still remaining sixteen (16)
hours in a day with our twenty-four (24) hours.
What do we do then? Don’t we
eat, bathe and sleep to physically charge ourselves? Don’t we also engage ourselves in
recreational hobbies and interests to invigorate our spirits? The fact of the matter is those activities
that occupy your time are considered to be your occupations. It is not solely defined to be a job or
employment that provide you livelihood.
It is every act or deed that you deem to be meaningful, enough to invest
important time in.
And whenever there is a
disruption in your daily routine of occupation – whether it is due to physical
dysfunction, psychosocial issues, congenital problems, genetic abnormalities,
or chronic neurologic illnesses – we, occupational therapists intervene.
Liminality
Let me ask you, have you
ever tried to squeeze down an alley and then find yourself stuck? Your hands and feet are pinned down by the
cold concrete – immovable and useless.
You try to call someone out in the streets but they pay no heed. A few will look, but since it’s too far and
dark in the narrow alley, they walk past you.
Sooner or later, you’ll feel anxious of your current situation. You try to break yourself free but now it
seems that you can’t turn back and you can’t push forward either. You’re in between, with no escape; and as the
clock ticks hastily, you’re scared out of your wits. Ain’t that some luck! Well, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the
world of those living in-between. Those
people who are not dead yet not fully alive, those who are neither sick nor
fully well, those who are in our society but are not welcomed completely
either. Welcome to the world of the people who have their occupations
permanently disrupted. Welcome to the
world of the people with disabilities (PWDs).
More often than not, the
populace have a limited view of people with disability. Admit it, even as you read this now you’re
imagining a person confined in a wheelchair or people with amputated feet who
walk with crutches. Well, let me tell
you that they are only a tiny part of the disability spectrum we occupational
therapists work with. Disability
encompasses physical impairment. It also
covers for psychological, emotional, social and developmental impediments in
daily occupations. It is anything that
restricts you from engaging in activities that are meaningful in your
life. Therefore, PWDs include not only
those who have a problem with walking; they are also those who have depression,
schizophrenia, autism, Down’s syndrome, mental retardation and the like.
Truly understanding it
requires a lot more and perhaps, yes, one can’t fully understand the horrors of
living with disability unless you experience it as well. I attest to this. Even though I work with them a lot, I can
only imagine the weight of the difficulty so much to what I have already
experienced. I remember watching Jay Taruc’s documentary, “Gulong ng Buhay”
where he had his leg cast for a day to experience the prejudice of the Filipino
community to its PWDs. We do it as well
in school during National Disability Prevention and Rehabilitation Week in
July. We dress ourselves with braces,
act like schizophrenics and approach people to experience their situations just
for a day. Can you imagine the disgust
people give you or the much hurtful ignorance they feign?
A Helping Hand
We
occupational therapists help a lot of people live their lives independently
after impairment strike. Can you envision now how magnificent this profession
is? Studying mountains of textbook to comprehend the human body and mind,
knowing the client and family to a level of comfort yet maintains an air of
authority as a professional and respecting the culture and values of the people
involved. We are
holistic. And in order to be a helping hand
to them, you need to be as well. Well,
what is the first step in that?
First,
let me tell you the most important golden rule.
Ah yes, Confucius at work here.
Do unto others what you want others to do to you. This means you treat them as you would like
yourself to be treated. Not at the first
sight of his incapacitated body part, you render him/her useless. Not when you see him having difficulty
walking, you’ll just discourage him all the more to move. Not some useless junk stored away in the
closet after it’s broken! How would you feel about that if it was you in their place? Treat them as an
equal, as people. What we can do, they can do.
It’s just a difference of the manner of doing so as they adapt to their
new bodies and mind.
Second, don’t treat
them with sympathy. They don’t need
that. They have experienced enough of
those from ignorant people they don’t even know. You always think “in their shoes”. Empathize.
With
the growing awareness and interest of the people in the last couple of years
with people with disabilities, it is only natural that we pay heed to the
proper way of treating them. Subsequently,
it is also greatly important to know which professions you seek help to and
their differentiation with others. You have the right to know what services are
given to you and the reason behind it.
It’s your body after all. I heard of a client once who went to a “therapist”
and received only massages for treatment after his stroke. He just went with it. He didn’t know the difference between and massage
therapist with the others. After a year, realizing that there was no
improvement, he sought after an occupational therapist as his hand was already
much worse than it should be. If only he knew that he was supposed to see
an occupational therapist. Heck, if
only he had heard there was an occupational therapist!
The Promise of Tomorrow
Imagine the world formed
by the people joining their hands, slowly setting the world into motion. All of them have a place inside the circle as
it progresses. Each individual unique
and irreplaceable, all of them have their own roles to fill. As disability strike, they lose themselves –
their roles. They are led astray outside
the circle, forming yet another one but with
their hands not united. They are
neither alive nor dead, neither sick nor well.
No past to go back to and it seems no future as well. They are close enough to seek help but are
too far away to be pulled back by stares alone.
We, as occupational therapists, bridge this gap. We are trained well to reach for them and
help them connect with the ones in the inner circle - you. Though few, we are strong. Strong enough to bear the responsibility of
pulling them back and wise to know that we alone do not suffice. They need to be given back to society in order to be independent. That is our ultimate goal – our promise. Hear us out and make us known. For we are heroes who are not willing to be unsung for long.
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