The Gift of PMS

As I sit and type the tears roll down my cheeks. Great heaving sobs leave my body. Four days ago I was as happy as I could’ve been and yet today I sit here a broken shell of a woman. Nothing has happened, my life is exactly the same as it was all those four days ago. No major disasters have occurred, no life changing losses. I am still blessed with three beautiful children, one shaggy dog, a warm cosy home and a flexible well paid job.

The only difference is that, yet again, the Hyde to my Jekyll has risen it’s ugly head one more soul destroying time.

Every month the same.

Some months it will be crying based, some months it will be irrational yelling.  More often than not though it’ll be a potent and noxious cocktail of the two. The one thing that can be guaranteed is that it will, without fail, always be laced with a heavy dose of self-doubt, loathing and anxiety.

 The prelude to this one particular crying episode was the simple event of a glass jar of peanut butter smashing after being being dropped on the floor. This event occurred just one single day after smashing a glass and throwing a cereal bowl down the stairs. None of these events were intentional you understand. All were caused by my premenstrual inability to actually hold things in my hands like a normal human being.  Not only does my brain turn against me during this time my hands appear to have now chosen to join in the fun as well.

“What is wrong with me?” are the first words to run through my mind.

This is typically the opening gambit to the monthly Self Destructive Pity Party. Other familiar and regular guests swiftly join in …..

 Miss Bad Mother starts proceedings -

“ Now the children have no peanut butter – you’ve well and truly failed them.”

 Master Crap Dog Owner has his own opinions -

“ No doubt you’ll miss a bit of glass when clearing up and the poor dog will be maimed for life”

 Mr Suck at Life leaps at this opportunity to inform me -

“ You didn’t renew his insurance did you ?? This will cost you. You’ll probably have to remortgage. Worse still you’ll have to sell a child” Miss Bad Mother rubs her hands with glee at the thought of a failing on this level.

 Sir No one Likes You pitches in -

“ Who wants to be friends with someone so clumsy. Look at the disgust and disappointment in the dogs eyes, even he thinks you’re a hot mess”

 Meanwhile Mistress Rubbish Housekeeper has spotted something ominous under the washing machine -

“ Is that furry thing under there the half eaten pizza crust that we mysteriously lost 3 weeks ago?”

 These guests, along with others, tend to accompany me for at least ten days of the month every month. That’s a third of the month. That’s 120 days of the year. That’s the grand total of 3600 days since I started adolescence.  3600 days that I have lost to feeling fearful, wracked with social anxiety and insecure.

That’s a lot of life.

 During this time I find being in social situations incredibly hard, I become an apology of my 20 days of the month self. The desire to hide behind locked doors until the madness has passed is overwhelming. The need to wrap a duvet around the feelings and smother them in a smog of sleep is intense. To create a big fluffy wall of duvet protection for not only me but also to protect the poor innocent people who have no choice but to endure me during this premenstrual distortion. 

My poor children, the ones that I have to sincerely apologise to at the end of each day for being a snappy version of their normally fun, kind and loving mother. My poor friends who, in the best half of my month I make wonderful well intentioned plans with only for the event to come around falling slap bang in the middle of my period of complete inability. Another poor and feeble excuse has to be created for my lack of attendance at an event that I was previously so looking forward to.

It is like a prison that releases you on parole one month only to drag you back in kicking and screaming the next. You know what’s coming. You know the darkness that is about to descend but you can do little to stop yourself  becoming cornered by it yet again.

There are of course things that you can try to help release its hold on you. I’ve tried exercising my way out of it, medicating my way free, bathing in various potent herbal concoctions of desperation,  drinking milk from organic pink toed Himalayan Goats milked at midnight under a full moon.

You name it, I’ve tried it.

Despite embarking on all these methods with gusto and hope little has worked and like a familiar foe every single month we reacquaint ourselves. The black dog that comes and settles at my feet. From the outside looking in it appears tame enough, I continue to succeed at work, the children still get fed, albeit not peanut butter this month. The inner fear, weight and despair that it brings with it, however, has without doubt dictated the majority of my life and relationships.

It’s for this very reason that I thank it. Not right now because right now I still have irrational tears rolling down my face but I do. I truly thank it. It has provided me with an insight into a very dark place but fortunately one that I inhabit for only a maximum of ten days of the month. Like some form of diluted Bi Polar it ebbs and flows teaching me the stark contrast between the radiant joy of life and the dark treacly anguish of the lows.

It is a lesson that has helped me considerable in my career as a Coach and in my role as a Samaritan. It has aided my empathy towards friends who are trapped in the despair of depression, those who don’t have the luxury of knowing that the end is, at most, ten days away. For me they are dark days when they are here but without doubt they are the days that I have learnt some of the most valuable lessons of my life. They have carved a core of strength in me that without them I just wouldn’t have.

If I have to stop and look the beast in the face, rather than do it with fear and regret for all it has taken, I choose to do it with thanks and gratitude for all that it has taught me.

 

 

 

Why Making Mistakes When You're Learning is So Important.

Recently I’ve found myself reading a number of study books on various subjects. I’ve enjoyed reading them, I’ve found the content stimulating, I’ve even dutifully written notes as I’ve gone along (any excuse to fill a notebook so that I can buy a new one, any other stationary addicts out there?). But despite all of this if you were to ask me to give you a detailed description of the content of what I’d actually read I would really struggle to reliably recall the majority of it.

Why is nothing sinking in ?

I’ve found this block on retaining information both interesting and frustrating in equal measure. As I advise my clients to spend time getting curious rather than disheartened I decided to get proactive and see whether this was something that other people were also struggling with. Turns out it is and not only do other people experience this its’ actually surprisingly common. You see it’s partly to do with the method of learning but more importantly more to do with what you do with the information straight after learning it.

Find a partner …

If you’ve ever found yourself in a work shop or team building exercise and have felt yourself breaking out into a cold sweat at the words “ Now, based on what you’ve learnt, I’d like you to find a partner for a group role playing exercise …” then I’m afraid these findings aren’t going to be good news for you.

Research states that according to a concept developed in the 1960’s by the NTL Institute called the Learning Pyramid our resources and learning time is often wasted. Take a look at the figures below and you’ll see why.

The Learning Pyramid

Learners retain approximately the following

5% of what they learn from lecture.

10 % of what they learn from reading study.

20 % of what they learn from audio-visual.

30 % of what they see in a demonstration.

50 % of what they learn when partaking in a group discussion.

75 % of what they learn when they put it into practice. Role play anyone?

90% of what they learn when they teach someone else or use the information

immediately.

Interesting statistics.

So why is this the case ? Why is teaching someone else or implementing learning into action straight away so beneficial over purely receiving read or spoken information?

Mother knows best

It transpires that this is actually down to something that we often had drummed into us as children. If you’ve ever had a parent or slightly judgemental friend say the immortal words “ You go ahead. You’ll learn from your mistakes ..” they weren’t actually far off the mark. When we read or receive information verbally our mind may think that we’ve heard it correctly but it is always open to interpretation, it’s not until you try to implement or teach the concept that you learn how far removed your interpretation is. This then provides your brain with complete information which makes it 90% more likely to be retained than just an interpretation of what you have read. You may think you have it sussed from listening or reading but until you put it into practice, make mistakes and correct yourself the brain doesn’t really take ownership of the information.

Share your wisdom

So the next time we need to learn and retain important and necessary information how do we apply this? One of the ways of going from retaining 5% of what you’ve read to 90% is to talk to the people in your life about it. Explain what you’ve read, practise some of the methods on them and explore how many times you make a mistake and need to refer back to the original document. Not only are you helping your own learning process but you are also passing on information of interest to others.

Another way of doing this is to write a short article about the subject you’ve read based on your own interpretation. Once this is done refer back to see how close you were to the original theory. Correct yourself where necessary and recognise the mistakes to help your brain to own the information that it has learnt.

Try, try and try again

The resistance to being willing to make mistakes is one of the very reasons that so many people find themselves stuck in an ever decreasing circle of lack of progression in their life. They refuse to make the mistakes for fear of ridicule or because they are full of self doubt so therefore never learn and move forward. It’s a natural place to be to want to stay in your zone of comfort but next time you find yourself wanting to sit quietly at the back of a lecture hall or just read a book with no other interaction just remember that by pushing yourself into a place of slight discomfort where you make and learn from your mistakes you are actually increasing your learning resource by up to 85% . If you are going to invest the time learning surely it’s worth going that extra mile and ensuring that the information actually instills itself for long term benefit?

Practice what you preach

As a footnote to this blog piece I actually wrote this article ten minutes after learning about the Learning Pyramid and can confirm that it has definitely reinforced my knowledge on the subject! I am now off to find an unwitting member of my family to tell them all about it ….