Sunday, 16 September 2012

Rendezvous with a stranger

by: Akemi

Led in a corner - unexpected meeting
Held hands and the stream glowed
An instance of trust then doubt again
Shall I find thy kindness pure?

In this restless world, many are masked
Moving about like planktons at sea,
The soul's window glistens then clouds again
Shall I trust thy face pure?

God works in silence, we say
How about the devil?
The mystery upon meeting remains
Shall I believe thy words pure?

Scared of people's scrutiny, I flee
This affair is chasmic
I repair it though nothing's really broken
I leave everything to FATE...


Friday, 14 September 2012

Occupational Therapists: The Unsung Heroes (CUT VERSION)



Introduction
            Here in the Philippines, the people have a great deal of respect for professionals. Most especially, medical professionals.  However, a strong stigma in the society exists - that individuals wearing white coats are doctors and that all other folks wearing white uniforms are nurses.  In fact, I’ve had my fair share of prejudice in the last 5 years of my life in medical school. From strangers who greet me on my way home, to friends and acquaintances I meet in social gatherings and yes, even from my own family. 

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, even SPED teachers do not even know our course to properly explain the difference.

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.


Update on Palanca

This year I decided to join the "62nd Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature".  I heard about it almost a month before the submissions.  The results are up and sadly, I didn't win.  I joined the essay and the poetry division by the way.  Next year, I hope to join the short story division since I think and Aiko also thinks that it's my forte.  I hope to submit a few poems as well.  Congratulations to the winners!

Filipino Division

MAIKLING KUWENTO

1st prize
MARK BENEDICT F. LIM
“BANAAG’”
2nd prize
HONORIO BARTOLOME DE DIOS
 “ANG TAWO SA PUSO NI TERESA’”
3rd prize
MAR ANTHONY SIMON DELA CRUZ
 “DARLENG”

MAIKLING KUWENTONG PAMBATA

1st prize
WILL P. ORTIZ
 “ANG TATLONG BUBWIT AT BANGKANG MARIKIT”
2nd prize
BERNADETTE V. NERI
 “ATANG SA KALULUWA NINA APONG SALAWAL AT APONG SAYA”
3rd prize
LUZ B. MARANAN
“ANG PANGAT, ANG LUPANG NINUNO, AT ANG ILOG”

SANAYSAY
1st prize
NILES JORDAN BREIS
“GO SEE, KRAW GEN, INTRO: SA DAIGDIG NG PROMO”
2nd prize
ELYRAH L. SALANGA-TORRALBA
 “UTANG INA”
3rd prize
JING PANGANIBAN-MENDOZA
“REDEMPSIYON”

TULA

1st prize
ENRIQUE S. VILLASIS
 “CROCOPEDIA”
2nd prize
KRISTIAN SENDON CORDERO
“PAGSALAT SA PILAT”
3rd prize
ALVIN C. URSUA
 “KUMPUNI”

TULANG PAMBATA
                                                                        
1st prize
JOHN ENRICO C. TORRALBA
“GUSTO KO NANG LUMAKI”
2nd prize
PETER SOLIS NERY
 “SA MUNDO NG MGA KULISAP”
3rd prize
NELY T. AZADA
 “SAMPUNG TULA PARA SA MGA BATA”

DULANG MAY ISANG YUGTO
1st prize
JOSHUA LIM SO
“JOE COOL: APLIKANTE”
2nd prize
RENERIO R. CONCEPCION
 “KUMANDONG NAKAISKWAT”
3rd prize
ERICK D. AGUILAR
“TERMINAL”

DULANG GANAP ANG HABA
1st prize
VINCENT M. TAÑADA
 “ANG BANGKAY”
2nd prize
LUCIANO SONNY O. VALENCIA
 “ANG PENITENSIYA NI TIYO RENATO”
3rd prize
ALLAN B. LOPEZ
 “MELODRAMA NEGRA”

DULANG PAMPELIKULA

1st prize
RODOLFO VERA
“DEATH MARCH”
2nd prize
RICHARD S. LEGASPI
 “PRIMERA BELLA”
3rd prize
MIA A. BUENAVENTURA
 “ANG BULAG NA MUSIKERO”

English Division

SHORT STORY

1st prize
REBECCA E. KHAN
“IN TRANSIT”
2nd prize
IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
 “IT ALWAYS BREAKS MY HEART A LITTLE TO SEE YOU GO”
3rd prize
LYSTRA ARANAL
 “BRIGHT LIGHTS”

SHORT STORY FOR CHILDREN

1st prize
GRACE D. CHONG
“THE WHITE SHOES”
2nd prize
RAYMUND M. GARLITOS
 “LAUAN, THE SEED THAT WANTED TO FLY”
3rd prize
ALELI DEW B. AYROSO
 “MISTER WORLD AND HIS MAGICAL BOX”

ESSAY

1st prize
HAMMED Q. BOLOTAOLO
“OF LEGENDS”
2nd prize
MARTIN V. VILLANUEVA
 “DAO”
3rd prize
IRWIN ALLEN B. RIVERA
 “PATTERNS”

POETRY

1st prize
CARLOMAR ARCANGEL DAOANA
“THE ELEGANT GHOST”
2nd prize
CHARMAINE L. CARREON
 “THE YONIC LOVER (POEMS)”
3rd prize
JASON LEO G. ASISTORES
 “WAITING AND OTHER POEMS”

POETRY FOR CHILDREN

1st prize
PETER SOLIS NERY
“PUNCTUATION”
2nd prize
ANCA BAUTISTA
 “MAGIC IS AND NINE OTHER MAGICAL POEMS”
3rd prize
RAYMUNDO T. PANDAN, JR.
 “THE OCELOT AND OTHER POEMS”

ONE-ACT PLAY

1st prize
NO WINNER
2nd prize
JOACHIM EMILIO B. ANTONIO
 “THE DUST IN YOUR PLACE”
3rd prize
PATRICK JOHN R. VALENCIA
 “IN BED WITH MY MOTHER”

 

FULL-LENGTH PLAY

1st prize
ROBERT ARLO B. DE GUZMAN
“PRACTICAL AIM”
2nd prize
JORSHINELLE TALEON-SONZA
 “THE PASSION OF ANDRES”
3rd prize
JOSE MA. D. MANALO
 “MANILATOWN”


Next year, you'll definitely remember my name judges!  

Bruised Still

It has been almost two weeks since I "tried" donating blood at the newly opened blood clinic near our place and it's sad to know that the bruise I got from them is far from disappearing.  The nurse was bewildered by my body's unique anatomical ingenuity - the hard to find place to safely puncture the vein.  I was told of it before when I first donated blood.  The medical technologist had a hard time deciding whether to put the needle on the right side or the left side.  Eventually, he picked the left side because he said that I have something on my right side - a blockage of some sort.  Maybe it was a unique hypertrophy of muscle although, I'm not really sure.  Anyway, I warned the nurse about taking blood from my right antecubital area.  I told her, "They usually go for the left." 


Nasty bruise I got from donating blood
  In the end, I didn't get to donate blood.  What a pity too, they had such nice and comfortable seats.  I won't be getting my Canadian Blood Services donor card soon. *sob*


See this cool card of Cristie Rae!  I want one too!  

  I refused the free snacks because I didn't really donate.  When I left, they were all whispering about what happened.  I guess I'm pretty famous now in the clinic. I bet that when I go back there after this bruise is healed, they'll recognize me immediately.   I hope that the flustered nurse wasn't traumatized by the incident.  And I hope I get to donate blood the next time.  I have such a rare type too like Cristie Rae - B Positive. Only 7% of the over all population in Canada has it.

Monday, 13 August 2012

Give yourself a day

Here  is a poem I've written last May 24, 2012.  I wrote it when I felt really helpless and it perked me up after.  I pray to those who read it to take time for themselves. Please allow yourself a day...



A DAY TO MYSELF
By Akemi

A day I give to thee
My priced treasure, myself
A day to brood 
A day to ponder
A day to be selfish
And eat food with wonder
A day to feel 
A day to think
When all is wrong
And you're at a brink
A day it is
A day it shall
To fulfill your greatest wish and
Hope that tomorrow, also it shall
A day to escape all of it
And also a day to come back
A day to find you
A day to know you
A day to realize the greater things
And find the small you
Living in a world of wonders


Give yourself a day guys and find where your heart wants to go :)


Tuesday, 17 July 2012

First taste of rejection

"It is the highest form of self-respect to admit our errors and mistakes and make amends for them. To make a mistake is only an error in judgment, but to adhere to it when it is discovered shows infirmity of character." - Dale Turner
A stone may make you tumble, but you didn't lose your feet.  Stand up and move on.

I tried to apply for Omega Pizza today and made a terrible mistake of dialing a wrong number when the place was deserted around 1 pm.  In turn, I got rejected and was told to find an easier job than pizza making.  He was assertive though, Mr. John Sharis.  Although, I can't help but cry.  The taste of rejection sucks.  It's really bitter and it makes you think of highly unreasonable things.  Pessimistic things.  And I don't like it.  This must be the cost of the experience I wanted from being selfish.  Truthfully, I have anticipated events such as this one and I've been rejected (more nicely though, not in person) by stores up until now.  I never anticipated that I'd be rejected by missing out a number!  My gosh!  For someone who've studied the anatomy and physiology of the human body and have handled corpses, I was ...yes, rejected for that.  Funny, I came back to the ground after that.  Yes, even if you've been to medical school and such and have handled people with disabilities (e.g. physical, mental, developmental, etc.), you still need to pay attention to the basic work behaviors.  That is:

CONCENTRATION
ATTENTION SPAN
FRUSTRATION TOLERANCE
IMPULSE CONTROL

You go back to the basics.  Sigh....

I admit to myself, I was impertinent.  I was really thinking I could do this no matter what cost.  But I let myself slack by mistaking a number.  Thank you for being me back to the ground Mr. Sharis.  I truly am not cut for making pizza (yet).  As of now, I think I should learn from this mistake by never letting my head soar up the skies.  Thank you really.  Although it cost me tears, it will also bring me towards the path on being an ideal occupational therapist in the future.  When the time comes, I will come by Omega Pizza again and thank you, Mr. Sharis.  

Mistake accepted...I'm moving on to my future more determined than ever.

Allow me to be selfish...

It's been a month and almost two weeks now since I came here to Canada.  Sadly, I am still unemployed even after sending out quite a number of applications to stores near here. Really, I never thought I'd send that many in my life! Here are some stores and franchises I have applied to.


APPLIED FOR 
1. A &W
2. Subway
3. Boston Pizza
4. Safeway
5. Tim Horton's 
6. Starbucks Coffee
7. Cash Converters 
8. Wendy's
9. Church's Chicken 
10.Quizznos Sub 
11.Fresh Slice Pizza


 And that's not even the half of it!  Talk about job hunting.  It IS a skill.  And I hope to learn it well by undergoing this ordeal.  Truthfully, I could have had a job by reference and backing by Lola Pina. They've been telling me that it's hard to get a job if you don't have "back-up"... I wonder why?  And I wonder if it's true.  My mom's been stressed out by my stubbornness for refusing Lola Pina's help in finding me a job.  Truthfully, I've given myself a month to find a job before I give in to that option.  It's not that I don't want to be a housekeeper or that I am too good for the job.  It's a matter of gaining experience in this field.  It's not my pride, it's showing them I can do things on my own.  After all, I'm 22 years old and finding a job is something I should have learned a few years back.  I believe that if I give in and allow them to help me get an immediate job, I will lose a very important experience that I will need later in life.  And another thing, I want to prove them wrong.  That you can find a job even without the "back-up" system they have created.  


I was also quite scared for a while after turning down an opportunity   for training last week.  Without anything to do, I was so frustrated - scared.  I was even thinking pessimistically about the volunteer opportunities  I was interested in.  Is this it?  Would no one want me?   Is this all I can do?  What of my future plans?  What of those people I intend to help?  What of the Filipinos I  intend to go back to?  I was panicking and was overly dramatic about it.  At least on the inside.  At times like these, I start to think of my friends back home.  How they supported me through tough times.  How they pushed me to be stronger.  Stronger than I ever think I was.  I think back to myself and ask, "why?"  Why am I thinking of those bad stuff?  Why was I so insecure?  I stopped...and prayed, like what my big brother would've advised me. Then, my heart was silent.  I thought to myself - like I always do - ah...God has a plan.  


So please...mom, dad, Aiko and Mei, please allow me to be selfish this one time.  I'd like to take a while to experience rejections to learn a lot more about life.  Do forgive me.


A video I made for my friends :)  Ah...best times indeed