Honest Thoughts on/Helps for SD

Dark clouds over the green countryside

“Let’s Groove” by Earth, Wind, and Fire is jamming.
Before you think I’m really cool, maybe I should say that my introduction and main reference point for this song is the movie Kronk’s New Groove. 
Still cool?

I’m a little “feelingsy” tonight.

So I jammed to music in the kitchen while making chocolate-covered raisins. The sweet little turds are now in the freezer, setting.

I’m feeling said emotionssss because of a few things, partly due to SD (Spasmodic Dysphonia, which you can read more about in my earlier blogs or through the actual medical community.)

For whatever reason, speaking is harder today. If you have SD, your definition of “harder” might be different than mine. For me, it usually means that the muscle spasms in my vocal chords are so intense that my stomach is bloaty and uncomfortable as a result of the spasms messing up my breath control, etc.

The physical pain isn’t awful; it’s the emotional toll that hits me harder.
When I find myself unable to express myself vocally like I want to, it’s weirdly personal and guilt-inducing. It’s frustrating, yes, but it cuts deeper than an annoyance. Maybe it’s my personality, but it cuts into my soul when I feel like I’m not giving someone physical and vocal cues that help them interpret my meaning.
In simpler words, I don’t like feeling misunderstood, because it makes me feel like I’m not myself.

These are the feelings that the devil thrives on. 

The farther down the sinister path of lies I walk down, the more excited the devil gets. If he can get me to hate myself, the further away from God’s truth, light, love, and power I am.

A decision must be made.

Do I lean into the tempting lies of self-hatred, defeat, and shame?

Or do I see those and run straight to my heavenly Father, who’s waiting for me with arms spread open in the safest embrace?

 

 

In my life group this week, we talked about the importance of noticing things like “triggers” and taking those captive to God, inviting Him into that and letting Him shift our perspective as a result.

When I invite God into that “I hate that I can’t express myself”–>”I hate my voice”–>”I hate–“, I suddenly feel not alone. The scary loneliness isn’t as intimidating when I’m safe at my Father’s side.
And not just that. I’m standing in the strong shadow of my Father’s wings. He’s got me. I have no reason to fear. He knows what’s going on–I don’t have to open my mouth and forge through the pain to explain it to Him; I can just be, submitting the fears and lies to Him. That’s the BEST place for them to be–in His strong, just, forgiving hands.

When I invite Him into that darkness, I remember that He has a plan for me.
Since I’m a Christian, I stand on His Word, which tells me that He’s going to work it all out for my good. (Romans 8:28)

. . .

It’s not easy.

But when I remember that I’m not doing it alone, that I’m here for God, and that He’s way big enough to work this out for my good…it’s richer.

And when the “mountaintop” experience comes after the valley, I’ll see it in a brighter light.

The more valleys we walk through with God, the more beautiful the mountains will be. And, while we’re on that mountain, we can praise Him with all that’s in us, remembering where we were and where we are now, thanks to Him. And, when we’re in another valley, we can remember what happened when we invited Him into it last time.

 

Another cool thing that comes from trials is that we can see ourselves grow. I love that God created us to be ever-learning and growing. That’s the beauty of life, isn’t it? Because our Creator is infinitely creative and intelligent, life is an endless adventure of growing and stretching.

Today, as I was noticing the extra bad spasms in my throat, God gently reminded me of how I’ve grown: “Hey, when these first started, that wouldn’t have been your response. You’ve grown! Did you notice?”
He’s the best encourager. ❤ Thank You for being an intentional, loving Father!

 

SO.

Some helps (with SD or your fill-in-the-blank burden):

  1. Talk to God
    Matthew 5:5-15
    When you feel like you’re about to explode, pause. Talk to God. Be real. He can handle it. Let yourself feel what you’re feeling, and surrender it to Him.
  2. JOURNAL
    It helps me SO much. I can express what I’m feeling without using what’s hurting my body: my voice.
  3. Have a dance party
    Turn up the fun, uplifting music!
    Having that physical positive distraction can be really freeing and therapeutic for me!
    (Pretty sure this isn’t the first time I’ve given this advice, and it probs won’t be the last.) 
  4. Give yourself grace
    Don’t beat yourself up for what you can’t do. Like I said, that’s probably the hardest part of SD for me. Whether it’s with acting or just regular communication, SD can really get in the way, and that burden can easily weigh on me.
    For me, taking a beat and allowing myself to not respond, to not initiate conversation, and to be free with that hard decision makes a huge difference. That may not work in every situation, but if I’m talking with someone I’m really comfortable with, I can just motion to my throat and they know that I’m needing to revert to non-vocal communication. That can feel like defeat–I know–so ask God to help you see it as something beautiful. When you are weak, then you are strong. 2 Corinthians 12:10
  5. Remember: We’re not here for us
    I know I said that before, but it’s worth mentioning again. It kinda takes the drive to strive and master all the things off my plate; the pressure’s off.
    Reminding myself of Psalm 37:4 is HUGE for me. Try it ❤
  6. Play a game
    Self-explantorily good, bro.
  7. Watch a funny video
    Some of my favs:
    Trey Kennedy’s That Friend that does Wayyy Too Much
    John Crist’s Pyramid Scheme University
    Studio C’s Nintendo video
    Tim Hawkins’ My Favorite Bible Verse
    John Crist’s Millennial International
    Nate Bargatze’s Netflix Special, The Tennessee Kid
  8. Worship
    Turn on “Waymaker“, “Awesome“, or whatever gets you in that worshipful posture and attitude, and let go. God sees you.
  9. Stay connected
    Get rid of anything in your mind that says you aren’t allowed to reach out for help. This is honestly a really hard one sometimes, so please rest in the fact that you’re not alone in not wanting to do this.

 

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In an effort to tie up the beginning and end, I’m now eating the chocolate-covered raisins. And now “Jump (For My Love)” is playing. Wow, I guess it’s 80s night. I’ll take it. 🙂

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I’m relatively new to SD. What helps you? I want to learn from your experience!

 

UPDATE: I have abductor spasmodic dysphonia (whattheheck is that?)

 

 

Let me start by saying this:

One major reason I’m writing this is to raise awareness for the disorder I have. I hope this helps other people with this disorder (and maybe other similar disorders) to feel more known and understood.
(I’ve met one person who has this disorder, and our meeting was digital, not in-person.)
The main reason I’m writing this: I feel led to. If God chooses to heal this “incurable” disorder, like I believe He can, then a few more people will know about it, see a miracle, and only be able to explain it by proclaiming that they really did witness a miracle.

 

Basically, I want to stomp on the devil.
I don’t think he wants me to raise up a community of people who have (and don’t have) this disorder.
Nor does he want me to be healed from it.

Here’s my response: 1 John 4:4.

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.

 

That doesn’t mean a miracle will happen, but I believe it can happen.

Either way, I want to give glory to God.
That’s what this is about.

 

. . .

 

I’ve been staring at this screen, chin on my fist…not writing. I wasn’t sure quite what words (if any) would come.

But, we got that out, so we’ve gotten somewhere.

I still don’t know quite how to start this, though, so I’m going to start and see where the Holy Spirit leads from there.

 

. . .

 

The Basics:

My Story: Just under two years ago, I started showing symptoms of Abductor Spasmodic Dysphonia (Ab-SD). I was finally diagnosed with Ab-SD in December 2018.

 

What Is Ab-SD? Basically, it’s a neurological disorder that causes your vocal chords to spasm when you try to speak certain sounds/letter combinations.

 

It’s Rare: According to NIDCD (National Institute on Deafness and other Communication Disorders), about 1 to 4 in every 100,000 people have Spasmodic Dysphonia.

In that group,  ~90% of people diagnosed with SD have aDductor spasmodic dysphonia, rather than what I have: aBductor.

And in that group (~90% of 4 in 100,000 people), most SD-ers get diagnosed around age 30-50. Not age 22.

All that to say, I’m a bit unusual. (My friends are reading this, nodding profusely. Yeah…we knew that much faaaaar before December 2018.) 🙂

 

ADductor vs. ABductor:
Adductor: Spasms in muscles that close vocal folds, which interrupt speech and cause strained or strangled voice breaks.

Abductor: Spasms in muscles that open vocal folds, which interrupt speech and cause breathy or soundless voice breaks.

(Definitions from The Voice Foundation)

 

The Cause: Some say it’s trauma/stress-induced, but there’s no one ultimate reason for developing SD.

 

A Cure?
Medically: None.
Botox is recommended as a possible, temporary cure.
Voice therapy is recommended, not to fix the SD, but to teach you to talk in a different register/in a way that’s less-affected by SD.

. . .

 

That’s the flyover view. If you’re an enneagram 5 and you’re like “Gimme ALL the info” (or you’re otherwise hungry for more details & science-y talk), here’s a good reference for Abductor Spasmodic Dysphonia.

 

Disclaimer #1: As you read above, I’ve officially known I have this disorder for less than a year. A lot of SD-ers have had this for far longer than me, and their experiences are undoubtedly varied from mine. SO, I’m not pretending to know everything. This is just this baby-SD-er’s experience.

I’m trusting God to help me explain this better than I can on my own, just being truthful about where I’m at in my short journey with this disorder.

Disclaimer #2: Countless people have disorders, diseases, abilities, etc. that are drastically and immeasurably more life-changing, tragic, and really just more awful, than this.
I’m not here to compare my disorder to any other. My goal is to talk about SD. I simply want to give you a transparent heads up on where I’m at right now, in this “season” of Ab-SD.

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Zooming In:

It’s changed my life. You may not know it, especially if you don’t talk to me much. Some moments, particularly when I’m in a loud, public setting where lots of people are talking and the attention isn’t all on me, it can be hardly noticeable. That’s a blessing.
Other times, sometimes when it’s a one-on-one, calm setting where conversation is pretty relaxed, every other word is a very uncomfortable struggle.

Painful? Thankfully, Ab-SD isn’t something that hurts all the time. It generally doesn’t cause physical pain in me except when speaking is especially hard and the struggle for breath control (and the resulting unnatural loss of breath from the spasms) bloats my stomach and generally strains my body.

Does it get worse? Also thankfully, SD isn’t known to develop into anything worse. PRAISE. JESUS.

 

 

The Deep Dive:

I, as a Quinn (what Annie F Downs would say as “For me, as an Annie”), focus a lot (too much) on what people perceive, both about me and others. As a result, I behave in a way that watches for and responds to the reactions of those I’m communicating with. This is pretty natural for most people, so I know I’m not exactly explaining rocket science here. However, as an actor and as someone who’s fascinated by psychology and human interaction, having a problem with communicating might hit me a little harder.

When I started experiencing Ab-SD “symptoms” (I don’t like that word “symptoms” rn…too medical-y), the way I felt I was being perceived in communication changed. Not a gigantic change, but a small, grinding change that may rarely leave my mind during a conversation.
Why? Because, when my body anticipates that a certain word/sentence I want to speak will induce unwelcome spasming, my brain has trained itself to know what sounds/letter-combos trigger the spasming. As a result, I sometimes wait for my throat to catch up to the speed of the words & thoughts forming in my head. Because of that, I sometimes make it appear as if I’m lost in thought or can’t think of a word. But, pretty often, I’m actually just waiting for my vocal chords to be ready to say the word with less spasming than if I’d said it a few moments earlier/with different words.

Acting: As an actor and communication student, I focus a lot on the impact and importance of communication through vocal intonations, pitch, and other fancy, subtle things. (Communication really is a fascinating art.)
When you have Ab-SD, though, your control of manipulating the way your words are perceived through the social norms/communication hints (intonation, pitch, etc.) is pretty much gone. With Ab-SD, speaking in a higher pitch (for me, at least), is easier, so I sometimes speak that way, whether the emotion and meaning behind what I’m saying quite matches that or not.

As a result, I haven’t auditioned/submitted for many speaking roles since I’ve gotten this disorder. To be honest, I really miss acting. Some days more than others. It’s a passion I sometimes took for granted. It’s a beautiful passion that God has used in so many precious open doors to film and theatre jobs that I’m insanely thankful for.

Clear Communication: This thing has taken a rather heavy toll on me. I love truth. I really value honesty. And knowing that my ability to communicate clearly, through social norms of subtle vocal communication techniques, is compromised due to this disorder that I have little control over is incredibly frustrating for me. I feel like I’m not capable of showing my true self, or that I’m being perceived to be different than I truly am. Transparency feels like it can only go so far when I can’t speak with the natural timing that I spoke with before SD.

There’s a weird shame in that, that sneaks out from the shadows and creeps into your mind, taunting you with lies of low self-worth and deception.

In short, it sucks. It sucks immeasurably less than a thousand other things people I know and people I don’t know have to deal with,

But, it’s where I’m at, and sometimes it really, really sucks.

 

But, I also know that…

1) God is using this for my good

2) God’s not done with me yet. I’m still breathing. He just might use me in a way that’s different than I expected.

 

And I recently got to a place where, with God’s help, I’m starting to thank Him for this. It’s honestly taken a while for me to actually say that, but He’s with me in that. And I’m really, really blessed by that.

 

What You Can Do For SD-ers:

This sounds kind of selfish, but I also think that, if the “shoe were on the other foot” (so cliche…not to mention uncomfortable-sounding), I’d want to know what I should expect and how I could help. We don’t all have every disorder/illness, PRAISE THE LORD, so we sometimes simply can’t know what to do until someone who understands it tells us!

I’ll be posting soon about that, so keep an eye out. (Eep, sorry to keep you in suspense like that…*grins sheepishly but also smugly ifthatispossible*)

For now, I ask for your prayers. That’s a big ask, but I’d be SO grateful. Please pray for healing, but also for God to use me and this, too.
Thank you ❤

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Thank you for listening. I feel kinda weird and kinda selfish, but I also think I’m supposed to do this, so…thanks for reading it.
And thank you to the amazing people in my life who have encouraged me to do this, knowingly or not. God uses you, and I’m really thankful for that!

Soli deo gloria.

 

 

Stay tuned. Miracles might be just around the corner, for you and me.

They may not look like what we’re expecting, but let’s not pretend to know more about miracles than the Miracle Worker.

 

 

 

I’m just gonna end this with a prayer.

God, You are perfect, holy, and the definition of awesome. Thank You for promising to work everything for the good of those who love You, who have been called according to Your purpose. (Romans 8:28) Thank You for wisely letting us experience life-changing roadblocks that allow us to see You and the world, and even ourselves, in a fuller, more beautiful way that we ever could’ve before. Thank You for being the One who knows us better than anyone else ever will. That’s so, so cool, God. You’re the best Best Friend anyone could ask for. You’re awesome. Please bless every person who reads this, and please use this–the SD and these words–for Your glory. Amen.

 

 

You’re here for a reason, and Jesus sees you. Right now.

You’re not alone.

Be blessed!

 

 

 

Side Note: Writing has been a therapeutic gift from my Creator. Journaling is…MMM…thank You, GOD! When I feel like no one really understands me, sometimes including myself, I can turn to the One who actually made me, the One who knows me better than anyone EVER could, and loves me because of & despite that, and that’s one of the greatest gifts of all. Sometimes it doesn’t immediately make me feel better, but it does soothe my aching soul.

Honestly Mourning

Mourning

I used to think Mourning Doves were “Morning” Doves.

They seemed super cute and happy.

Aww, they come out in the morning to introduce everybody to a new day! Adorbs. Sunshine and rainbow sprinkles.

 

But…”mourning”? That like goes opposite on the “Yay” scale.

 

And that, in somewhat-dramatized essence, has been my approach to sadness from the beginning of my life until (and occasionally including) fairly recently.

 

Tbh, watching Inside Out definitely helped. Such a great movie.

 

But, so did reading John 11 today.

 

We’ve talked about Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus. She’s one of my favorite people in the Bible. Her purity and divine see-through-it-ness has captivated me for a while.

 

In John 11, her brother dies.

Keep in mind, this happens after Mary has used expensive perfume to anoint Jesus, prophetically hinting at His upcoming death.

 

So, it *almost* goes without saying that Mary knew a thing or two about Jesus. I feel like she’d been given a good glimpse of the vastness and unmatchability of His story and power. I bet there were a lot of God-whispers in her life that she fully heard, embraced, and obediently followed.

 

So, when Lazarus was sick and the sisters sent word to Jesus about it, I bet you Mary knew full well that Jesus, somehow, could totally heal her brother.

 

But Jesus didn’t come.

 

And Lazarus died.

 

And Mary mourned.

 

Mary didn’t shy away from expressing her sorrow at her brother’s death. No, a ton of family/friends actually came and mourned with the girls.

And, when Martha had finished greeting Jesus, who’d finally arrived 4 days after Lazarus had been laying, dead, in a tomb, Martha went back to Mary and told her that Jesus was asking for her.

 

And John 11 says that Mary “got up quickly and went to Him”.

 

Isn’t the inclusion of that adverb (that’s the “ly”-thing, for all of us who’ve been out of English I for a few years) interesting?

It becomes even more “Oh!”-esque when we continue reading in the next verse, which talks about how the people who’d been mourning with her thought she must’ve been going to the tomb to mourn there, since she got up so quickly.

So quickly.

 

My emphasis comes from a place of admiring Mary’s faith and her resolve to embrace the mourning, but also to embrace the truth of who Jesus was/is.

 

 

We will all go through/have gone through times of mourning. It might look different for each of us.

You could be mourning the loss of a person, a sin you’re embarrassed to have committed, a friendship no longer strong, a part of yourself you feel is no longer there because of the actions someone else took…the list goes on. Point is, mourning doesn’t just mean someone died and you’re crying about it.

 

When I’m mourning, say, a sin I extra-wish I hadn’t committed, am I really going quickly to Jesus to make things right?

 

And, am I rushing to Jesus when a very dear person in my life is not there anymore?

 

Sometimes the devil tries to step in and throw shame/guilt/confusion/hopelessness our way.
The one Person that we receive unequaled healing/grace/peace from is the One that the devil tries to steer us away from…

 

You don’t deserve it. When we stood guilty and undeserving of grace, Jesus died for us. He says we’re worth it.

 

You can’t be helped. Tell that to my God who raises people from the dead. (Oops, spoiler-alert)

 

…Don’t let him.

 

 

So, what does Mary do next?

 

She reaches Jesus, falls at His feet, and says (I bet she was actually cry-shouting),
“Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.”

 

No shame, no filter.

 

Just a broken, young one saying it how she knows it is.

 

And Jesus “was deeply moved in spirit and troubled.”

 

Mary knew He could do it. But she was still broken, eyes and nose sore from crying, and she told Him what she felt.

Mary was just really real with Jesus. And He didn’t yell at her for that. He saw her precious heart, and He met her where she was, in her faith and trauma and all the nasty, sad stuff.
Actually, her honesty nudged Jesus to tears. Literally, Jesus wept. (According to the shortest verse of the Bible. #Bibletrivia)

 

Thankfully, Mary’s story doesn’t end there.

Jesus, still probably pretty emotional, goes to Lazarus’ tomb and loudly proclaims, “Lazarus, come out!” And, sure enough, out walks a previously-dead man, still wrapped in his grave clothes.

 

And a dead man is no longer dead, because of Jesus.

 

As a result, many Jews believed in Jesus. Because, um, he just brought a dead person back to life.

If Lazarus had been sick and Jesus had hurried back to Mary and Martha’s house to whip out a quick Hello Kitty bandaid and kiss his bloody knee (*slight* misinterpretation of “sick” here), would the people have believed? Maybe some. But, as many as believed after he did something they’d surely never seen before? I think not.

 

 

 

So, whatever reason you’re mourning for, whether it’s something you did or not (those are very different, p.s., and I don’t say that lightly), let’s both learn from Mary and embrace the mourning, be honest with the Dead-Raiser, and keep the faith that He is who He says He is.

 

The mourning won’t last.

 

Go to Jesus in prayer. Quickly. I don’t know what He’s going to do about it, but He knows about it. And He’s got this. (His actions literally defied death on multiple occasions…you’re in the right Hands: the Hands that shaped the universe and the people who live in it.)