Sunday, August 30, 2015

Wet Math






I really look forward to the day when I can get through my math homework without crying.  This is a possibility, right?  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but the tears make it difficult to see decimals, and wouldn't you know it, that's the module I happen to be on right now.  My homework is riddled with them.

Oddly enough, if I'm going to be honest about this, the math is pretty easy.  I did, after all, take this pre algebra class some 35 plus years ago.  Officially, I don't need to take it again, but when I did a math placement test, it shows I don't remember much of it (I could have told them that!).  But so far, as I am relearning it, it seems to be coming back to me - dredges from a very distant part of my brain.  I keep confusing the online (oh yea, it's ALL on line) math system called ALEKS.  I guess I'm breezing through it fast enough so it keeps wanting to reassess me to make sure I'm on the correct module.  But when I take the auto generated reassessment tests, sure enough, the "I don't know" button gets worn out.  And the dance goes on.

But with all that said, it doesn't stop the anxiety I feel while going through this process.  And ironically, the symptoms of anxiety make it challenging to focus and learn.  Fortunately, as a psych nurse and healer, I cognitively understand what is going on.  Exposing myself to math again is simply triggering my past traumas.  These are wounds that have been buried deep for a long, long time.  Because I have not gone poking around in this arena, it has pretty much lain dormant.  Until now.  But mind you, just because our past wounds may lay deep, they are still running havoc with our present lives.  It is always best to address them, heal them, and run life from a clearer system.  It's one of the reasons I'm blogging.  No, blogging is not necessary to heal.  But writing is a good processing tool for me personally.  I am very clear that healing is one of the main reasons I feel drawn to go back to school at this time in my life.  I am finally ready to handle what's coming up as I expose myself to these old traumas.  The college degree and the other perks of this journey are all good, but for me, they are not the main reason I am here.  I am here to heal, to explore who I am, and know why I am here ("here", as in this incarnation).  And the pay raise will be good too.   ;)

But knowing all of this does not seem to lessen the feeling of physical pain, and worst, the terror I get when all of this comes bubbling up (hence the tears).  I have a two part goal to get me through this.

1.  Take one little math step at a time.  I have it all broken down to what I need to do each day.  I feel like I can't breath when I look at the whole pie (literally a graphic in ALEKS to show what has been accomplished and the modules that still need to be done).  Instead I look at the number "4" I write on my paper which represents the sections I need to do each day to finish by the deadline.  "Just do one problem at a time... " (mantra).

2.  The other thing I do is remember Anxiety Basics.  Due to actual physiological changes in the body I can feel any, and usually a combination, of the symptoms from the list below.  When I do, I remind myself to breath (slow and deep):  Remember what's really going on, breath, just do the problem in front of you, breath, take a break if I need to, breath, talk to a friend, breath, and remember that crying is a good and helpful thing.  Then breath some more.  And if all that fails, eat dark chocolate.


Common anxiety signs and symptoms include:
  • Feeling nervous
  • Feeling powerless
  • Having a sense of impending danger, panic or doom
  • Having an increased heart rate
  • Breathing rapidly (hyperventilation)
  • Sweating
  • Trembling
  • Feeling weak or tired
  • Trouble concentrating or thinking about anything other than the present worry

Words from a wise sister

I have the great good fortune to have not one, but two wise and wonderful sisters.  Not only do they support me in deep and meaningful ways, they both have a habit of saying things that jolt me to my toes.  I am most grateful and blessed.  Below is the response from one of them to my last post entitled, "What is a digit?".  She too went back to school as an adult and received her bachelors degree a few years ago.  Can you say, "excellent role model"? 


Susan,

Ha! all the way through reading this, I was going to write you and tell you to just look it up and that math has its own language, but you figured it out on your own. I have no idea why they have to have a new word (and sometimes two or three words) to explain something that we know in plain English, but once you get the secret code, it’s easier to get in the clubhouse. Don’t let their pompous smoke screens bluff you out of this. AND as you keep going, you brain will stop having a knee-jerk stress response. It’s trying to warn you of danger - which is past now. It just needs to learn to play nice with numbers.

I’m so proud of you,
W

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

What's a Digit?






I'm sitting here struggling with my first math assignment from my first math class today.  Mind you, it's on whole numbers.  I decided if I'm going to blog, I'm going to be transparent and tell it like it is.  The sentence, "Mind you, it's on whole numbers." is one of the more degrading things I have put out there for public consumption.  But I'm going to go ahead and scrape the bottom of the barrel of humiliations.  No use holding back.  Secrets are the cancer of the soul.  Even pitiful ones like, "I don't know whole numbers".

Besides, I have bigger fish to fry then fretting about my worries about looking stupid.  And if I can get this embarrassment out of the way, then I can deal with them.  Like for instance how, at this moment, my heart is racing, my peripheral vision is non existent, and I feel a panic cresting over my head like a wave.  I thought I could handle this math thing, but I'm not so sure now.  I am having an actual physical reaction from these numbers of old.  Quick recap - I have dyslexia and major past trauma from grade/middle/high school math.

I'm just going to have to take one small step at a time and remember to keep breathing.  Very first question of the assignment is, "Give the digits in the hundred thousands place and the ten thousands place".  What's a digit?  I'm a nurse.  I'm thinking fingers and toes.  We only have ten of each.  So, I do the thing I have been doing to get me though the last two semesters, the thing that was not afforded to me way back in the day.  I Google.  Why didn't they just say so in the first place.  Who knew math had a whole other language.  It's going to be a long semester...

Though I do feel somewhat vindicated.  See #2.


dig·it
ˈdijit/
noun
  1. 1.
    any of the numerals from 0 to 9, especially when forming part of a number.
    synonyms:numeralnumberfigureinteger
    "the door code has ten digits"
  2. 2.
    a finger (including the thumb) or toe.
    synonyms:fingerthumbtoe;
    "we wanted to warm our frozen digits"



Temple of Bloom Repost

In honor of my first day of math class today (the last one being about 40 years ago!), I'm reposting this ominous ditty.  

Note:  Picture circa date before paint job.


Temple of Bloom






Well, there it is.  The Temple of Doom.  Some call it the Mathematics building, but I know better.  Aside from having dyslexia, this is the biggest reason I have not previously returned to college.  Math was the center of all my hellish memories of school.  If those squirly numbers would just sit still and give a girl a fighting chance.  But I am a firm believer that we create our own reality.  Think of the book, "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne (but with more depth and complexity).  And also the book, "Super Brain" by Deepak Chopra and Rudolph Tanzi.  From this moment on, all of this "math equals trauma" shit is a thing of the past.  I mean it.  From now on, every time I pass this building, I smile and send out the thought that I can't wait until next term when I get to take my first math class.  I thank Math for all the wonderful things it does and how it helps me in my life.  I'm not aware of those things just yet, but that knowledge is forth coming.  I shower this building and all who work here and learn here with light and love.  Here is where I blossom and become the math wiz that I was always meant to be.  Tonight when no one is looking, just under the word "Mathematics", I'm going to spray paint the words, "Temple of Bloom".