Anxiety and Paralysis: A Mother's Perspective On Daughter's Injury

8.27.2018
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My battle with anxiety began when our car flipped three times across an Ohio field. At the hospital, a doctor told us our youngest daughter Beth was paralyzed. We had no clue what that involved. Not walking felt like the worst possible tragedy all by itself. Then, other problems steadily marched onto the scene. Shattered neck bones, surgeries, infections, impaired organs, and fragile health. Fourteen years old, Beth changed from an active volleyball player to a teenager with a C6-7 spinal cord injury and a high risk for health issues, including deadly ones.

 

Fears after paralysis can be overwhelming.

Cindy and Beth at Wedding

A very uncertain future loomed ahead. Beth and I approached challenges in different ways. Despite her quadriplegia, she somehow tapped into a deep well of gratitude—thankful to be alive and for the abilities to breathe on her own and to move her arms. I had been a disability advocate long before her injury, yet I couldn’t see clearly. I felt defeated by anxiety. The power of perspective eluded me. My fears grew, stuck in a world without hope. Small tasks seemed like high hurdles. I couldn’t begin to share my feelings, to accept her injury, or to find ways to cope.

My biggest fear? Losing Beth, a worry that didn’t abate as the initial weeks came and went. I obsessed over health risks. Every day in the hospital raised concerns. On the worst days, I struggled to function and questioned my sanity. I scrambled to learn all I could about quadriplegia. Knowledge is power, though it can be sad, too. Would her body build up a resistance to antibiotics until they stopped working? I heard about a young man who died of autonomic dysreflexia on the way to the hospital. And a woman who lost both legs and part of her trunk because of infected pressure sores. I needed to protect my daughter from so many things, a heavy responsibility as her caregiver.

Cindy, Beth and family in Norway

I almost dropped Beth during my first tries with transfers in rehab. In my anxious state, I imagined head trauma and broken bones. Her first shower after the accident frightened me, even though a nurse assisted. Very weak at that time, Beth wanted to help, but moving shampoo on her head made her arms shake. I felt shaken, too, wondering how I could give her a shower by myself when she left the hospital.

Bringing Beth home unleashed new fears, without the 24/7 medical support. Did I know enough? Was I good enough? Would I miss something important? Would she be okay? I started counseling months later and shared my worries for the first time. I thought the psychologist would help me reason away my fears in a few sessions. It wasn’t that simple.

 

I should have reached out for help right after Beth’s injury.

Bit by bit, she gained enough strength to push herself in a manual wheelchair and to float across the rehab pool with her arms waving underwater. She fought and won many small battles, from writing her name in rehab to putting her hair up in a ponytail (two years post injury) to achieving independence without an assistant (four years post injury). Her successes—after repeated failures—helped to reduce my fears. Maybe she really would be okay.

Cindy and Beth at Harvard

As a college student, Beth made the effort to prioritize sleep, swimming, and eating well. Good habits minimized her health risks. So much so, her visits to the doctor were very rare. I clearly remembered the first year after her injury, when we frequented the offices of many doctors. At that time, fear distressed me every day.

Weekly counseling for three years helped me develop basic strategies to alleviate my fears, including exercise, meditation, deep breathing, and connecting with others. Writing also has been therapeutic for me.

My favorite strategy is one simple question. When stress interrupts my day, I always ask myself, “What is the worst-case scenario?” After my daughter’s injury, I had jumped to the deadliest conclusions. Today, my worst-case scenarios are usually inconvenient or aggravating, not tragic. My worries about Beth gradually diminished over years, leaving me with only a minor concern about her tendency to overbook her time.

I lost many fights with fear before I won the battle. Now, I continue to use the strategies, even though I know Beth is more than okay and my anxiety is gone. They help me stay positive and brighten my perspective. I’m grateful to live in a world full of hope.

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Thanks to Cindy Kolbe for submitting this original post. Cindy has been a life-long disability advocate and caregiver. In 2000, she and her daughter Beth were in a car accident when Beth became a C6-C7 quadriplegic. Check out her blog Struggling with Serendipity!

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