How Did 9/11 Affect Your Children?

Even if your children weren’t born yet, they have been affected by the changes in you.

Fear, increased sense of vulnerability, hypervigilance, heightened security, suspicion, anger, loss of control, loss of freedom…

Those are just some of the responses we had on that fateful day. And they have remained with us for 22 years. Those responses didn’t just go away the next day.

I had a very minor similar experience in the town i was living in back in the 90s. It used to be a relatively rural place (relative to DC) and people lived that way too. No one locked their doors; everyone watched out for their neighbors, people opened their doors freely. That all changed one day. Two young girls were abducted by a slimy serial child murderer. They found the little girls’ bodies a few weeks later. After that day, though, no one in this rustic town left their kids alone anywhere. Parents lined up at the bus stops to meet their kids; they kept great vigilance wherever they were playing. “Talks” were given to all children about not talking to or going anywhere with strangers. They had to check in frequently and no parent rested at night until little Johnny was home and in bed. Nothing was ever the same…..

And what do you think little Johnny learned from all this hovering and lecturing? Certainly not that it’s a safe world. Quite the contrary. Kids model their parents and in these cases, it’s no different.

Now picture this on a much grander scale. The massive trauma caused by the events on 9/11 extend way past those onsite in New York, DC and Pennsylvania. The media and 24 hour coverage fed the images of the crashes, the monstrous holes and bodies jumping from buildings over and over again. If you don’t think your brain was affected by this, think again. Remember that your brain’s sole purpose is survival. Talk about high alert. Even if you were glued to the TV, not because you like blood and gore, but because you didn’t know what was going to happen next, your brain cells have those images and the fear concretely embedded in your neural circuits.

Take the parental responses in my little town and multiply that throughout our country (and probably the world). Face it, our lives were markedly changed. As a result so were the lives of those around us, especially our children. This is human behavior and although tragic is not a surprise.

Think about how you interact with people now? How is your experience at airports different (then add the pandemic mess to that)? Do you travel less still? Do you lock your doors more? Do you have more security cameras? Are you more suspicious? Perhaps that’s because there’s more “crime” in your area. But how much of the changes in the crime in your area have been as a long term result of 9/11. People think that the crime in San Antonio definitely increased after Hurricane Katrina and hasn’t really died down any. It sure seemed that way to me. But how much of that is because of the internet and social media. In the olden days (which i remember) word didn’t spread as fast and although there were rumors, they weren’t as easily adopted as they are now.

How often do you show your family and friends how much you care now? How do you do it? Do you have talks with your family about vulnerability and the need for feeling safe even in a perceived unsafe world? Do you help your kids understand the long term effects of things. There is such fear around school shootings that the experience a youth has now is totally different. Not saying this is wrong. I’m just asking you to take some positives out of it so that fear and chronic stress aren’t going to adversely impact you or your family in physical dimensions. We should look beyond our noses to see what the possible consequences of any changes are. That’s something i believe we don’t do very much of.

Tell your family and friends how much you love them!

We See What We Want to See…..

Angry, frustrated, saddened, irritated….
Any other words to express discontent

We all do this – even myself
But when you’re the subject of it,
it sets off bells and whistles within

Ii frequently have to have iron infusions
Yesterday was another one
It’s no big deal, i just lie there for a few hours
drip, drip, drip

oh, and of course, there’s the vitals
pulse, blood pressure and respirations
Ah, this last point is the problem

Every time I’m there the nurse focuses only on that
my respirations.
there aren’t enough of them she says
as i talk with her freely and easily
it’s too low
as i laugh and tell her not to worry

But, alas, she continues to worry
every time is like a broken record

So why am i irritated?
two reasons
She’s trying to make something be wrong
where there is nothing wrong

yet, she ignored the most important
where there might actually be something wrong
my weight is down 8 pounds
in just one week
that is not normal
does she address that?
of course not
she hasn’t even looked at it
she hasn’t even compared weights
it’s all in the computer
but that does no good
unless you look at it

she doesn’t see (or even ask)
that i’m being evaluated for
things that can cause this
unusual and not so good
weight loss

it doesn’t matter because
what matters to her
is what she can see
my respiratory rate

i want to scream
but don’t

keep your eyes open
look ALL around you
wise old words
“There’s more to this
than meets the eye”

“Enough”

 It’s funny how things come to me but I don’t take action until the universe throws something else in my face.
I’ve been thinking about this word, “enough”, for a few days now. But it wasn’t until I read Amy’s post about her struggling to find joy (or a reason to go on) after a grueling 192 or so miles that I thought today would be the prefect day to write it.
It’s such an individual word. We throw it around haphazardly like we do so many words (where the heck did “woke” come from and what does it mean – I guess i am too old).
But because it is so individually oriented, I think we lose sight of that and we go back to our default – the Comparison Game! That is always deadly and rarely has any long term positive effects. I mean, even the world class marathoner didn’t win the Boston Marathon yesterday (interesting question – did he lose it then? how do you lose something you finish? Alas, as usual, i am going down another rabbit hole. Sorry).
Why do we have such a hard time saying “enough”? Maybe we don’t define it for ourselves. We ignore it until we don’t “feel like” doing any more. But is that really “enough”? Next week will we still consider our decision correct because we acted on our feelings?
Can we define what “enough” means or will mean ahead of time? I think maybe that is part of why I’m being led to write this. I will have to define what “enough” is for me regarding my foot and my knee both BEFORE I would leave for Tennessee in July and also BEFORE I toe the start line. What will be “enough” pain? What will be “enough” internal struggle? We have to draw on our experiences to figure that out and what’s enough for me is not necessarily what’s enough for you. Most of all we have to steel ourselves against comparing my enough to your enough because that will only end in disappointment, discouragement, or worse yet, perhaps damage.
I am still second guessing my dropping in the Bloody 11W race last labor day. Why did I drop? Yes, my heart rate was way too high but what if i had taken a long rest somewhere? I had done 25 miles before sundown so I was actually on a good pace, but the fear (a feeling) overtook my rational mind as so often happens. I knew I had only had one iron infusion so I should have considered that I might have problems. I should have planned better but most of all I should have determined ahead of time what would be “enough”.
Take a look at your past and the times you, perhaps, didn’t do all you really wanted to. Did “enough” play into it? How can you use this word to your advantage in the future?
I guess this is “enough” for today!