Not Your Everyday Blog Post: Disability, Chronic Illness, and Politics

Megan Cutter with her mother, Anna von deBardeleben.

Megan Cutter with her mother, Anna von deBardeleben.

My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis in her early 20’s, though she probably had symptoms much younger than that. At the time, MS was an unknown medical mystery, one in which she lived with throughout her lifetime. During her later years, she needed state and government assistance, but she also had some independence. It was a difficult balance to maintain.

Now, when someone is diagnosed with a chronic illness, we make donations to research in their name, participate in annual walks, and hold fundraisers and support gatherings. While we flock to those organizations that are the largest and well known in the field, many of the groundbreaking and grassroots organizations will need more assistance than ever over the next few years.

These organizations, many who are already stretched thin will be directly impacted from the upcoming changes in the political structure.

No matter what side of the political aisle you sit, and we have many friends and colleagues that are on both sides, politics plays into the support for those with disability and chronic illnesses. It doesn’t seem to bother anyone, until it gets personal.

This summer, not one but three of Barton’s contracts were pulled due to restructuring or lack of funding, as our state political climate shifted gears.

It caused a dramatic shift in our lives.

Barton and Megan Cutter

Speaking to a grassroots disability organizations on our book tour, and engaging others in active participation.

One month we were speaking at a conference about creating healthy relationships for people with disabilities across the country and the next we were planning on moving out of our house because we couldn’t afford it. We stripped everything, even those things that were necessary, from our budget.

While we were able to step into new roles that have lead to greater sustainability before we slid down the deep dark vortex, many, many people are and will fall through the cracks.

For this disability community, it will mean that those who have made great strides for independence will find their work slashed, with steps backwards to an archaic paradigm, putting people with disabilities into institutions instead of community support living. It will make work harder for those who have dedicated their lives for the service of others.

It will mean that it will be harder for my husband to get the wheelchair he needs in 5 years or that we will have to delay necessary repairs. And while he is not on SSD, it will mean countless families will go without the support they need to care for their loved ones.

For them, it may mean not having anyone to care for their spouse, child, sister/brother, mother/father, friend. They will struggle to find housing that supports inclusion and community involvement, adequate transportation to live an independent life when they are able, and individualized care that balances assistance and autonomy.

Institutional care is not the way we need to care for people impacted by disability or chronic illness. While it does keep them “safe,” it also strips them of any independence, autonomy, worth/value, and in many cases respect and human dignity.

For organizations, it will mean scrutinizing how every single penny is spent versus providing programs, education, and services focused on the people they are serving. They will cut what is deemed unnecessary, shrinking the impact of their services.

When my mother passed away, a spent a lot of time donating her collections to those in need- her hat collection passed on to a local wig shop for women impacted by cancer, many of her clothes, made for those who do not have hand dexterity, when to a thrift store specifically for older adults, and her decoupage canes were passed on the local MS support groups.

Organizing writing journals and other donations for the Tuscaloosa Tornado Relief fund.

Organizing writing journals and other donations for the Tuscaloosa Tornado Relief fund.

When I visited Tuscaloosa for the 10-year honorary art exhibit at the Bama Theatre held in her name, we included tornado relief donations and serve as a part of my gratitude back to the community. It became more about the donation; it was also about community involvement and service.

I spent a lot of time going through and deciding who to give things to, looking not only at national organizations, but at places that are in the fray, doing work everyday to serve others.

The next time you contribute to a service organization, take a look around you, find an organization that does great work in the local community that is in need of support and sustainability.

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Importance of the Balance Between Sustainability and Service

What is the balance between sustainability and service?

This is a question we have been working through the last few years. When we published our memoir, Ink in the Wheels: Stories to Make Love Roll, our vision and service was clear: to help families, individuals and children impacted by disability to become sustainable and independent in their lives, and to break down barriers of attitude around disabilities and relationships.

Barton and Megan Cutter reading at their book release event

Speaking at our book release has been one of the highlights of our lives together!

We received so much publicity, and we were able to travel, speak at conferences, talk to parents, and support others in many ways. People could see the tangible love between us, and they were moved by our story. We had dreams of being motivational speakers (we still do), living this dream of traveling, speaking and writing.

The service of our writing did its job everywhere we went and for everyone we spoke to; being a part of this experience creating this kind of impact was phenomenal. We immersed ourselves in living our dreams.

Yet, we could not justify the travel and extraneous costs of speaking without the expected return. Even though we had made an attitudal and motivational impact, after one conference where we had spend $1,000 on traveling, hotel and food, without compensation for our speaking, it was difficult to justify the expense. Especially when we came home to conversations about how we would pay the mortgage that month.

Not only that, but the writing and coaching contracts that had been sustaining us were being constricted by state-wide budget cuts and changing political structures. In August, after not one but three contracts on Barton’s side were cut, one in which the entire Marketing Department was pulled, our conversations turned to a more serious tone.

We could not sustain our lives.

Overnight we were thrust into a world of cleaning house. We combed our budget and cut out everything that was unnecessary, and some things that were necessary. We pieced together what we had to make the monthly budget work, and admittedly freaked out about some of the upcoming overages. We looked at the gas budget and determined how far we could drive each week. And we even talked about the possibility of moving, if we needed to take more drastic measures.

Just as quickly as this wave of fear, hardship, and panic came in, it receded. And with it came a clean house, shifting dreams, conversations, and new possibilities.

I am excited to say that I stepped into a full-time position, which I absolutely love and am so excited to have found the experience of feeling valued in my work. Currently, there is a national and global debate about the value of work for people with disabilities with challenges of raising the minimum wage and closing workshops, unpaid opportunities for people with disabilities. Certainly, as a freelance or contractual writers, much of our time was spent justifying the value of our work. In this new space of professional engagement, I feel energized, focused, valued, and supported, all important aspects of fulfilling work.

And in the same week that Barton’s marketing contract was cut, he received a full scholarship for CTI’s Coaching Certification Program and he is now working with them to create an inclusive program for certification. We had to say no to some possibilities that we had fought so hard for, and many things that we had left hanging. The process was thrilling in one aspect, and yet so difficult in another.

Through it all, we always came back to the balance between sustainability and service. Without service, vision and dreams, we wander aimlessly without a purpose. Without sustainability, one cannot survive. We have been dangerously dangling on the edge of sustainability for a long time, fighting for our dreams.

And we had to take a step back: how can we talk about independence for people with disabilities if we don’t find independence for ourselves? What message does that send to our community that we have worked so hard to support and work with?

Barton and Megan Cutter, an inter-ability couple

Living in the balance of service and sustainability is freeing!

Not only that, but there is this sense of struggling that we wanted to shake off. For so long, things have felt so hard. While the process of purchasing an accessible van was thrilling, it was over a year of hard, dedicated work, anxiety, and perseverence. Overcoming challenges is a theme we speak about often to those impacted by disability. It seems like everywhere we turn, there is a barrier. But what if life wasn’t like that? What if it could happen easily and smoothly, without all of the anxiety, pushing, and trying to make something happen?

And, we looked at the focus for 2015, asking ourselves, “What pieces do we need to bring back together in order to live out what we envision in our lives? What are the next steps?”

While we still have writing, traveling, speaking, and coaching at the top of our list, we also have getting rid of debt, adoption (the finances is the only thing holding us back), and looking at how we support ourselves as we grow old as areas of emphasis- can you believe our 10-year anniversary is just one month away?? We can’t!

Slowly we are putting the pieces together to see how we can do these things that we love and be sustainable at the same time, finding that balance point in the middle, with the flexibility of sliding this way or that way when we needed.

Where is the balance point in your life?

If you need that extra support finding your balance point, check out our new website at Cutter’s Edge Consulting, and contact us to schedule a coaching strategy session!

 

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Being Told No: Disability and What You Can’t Do

My Facebook page has lit up recently with a baby boom, colors of blue or pink, and strips of sonograms sprinkle the page. For those who have children, it brings smiles to their faces, reminders of their own children when they were that young. To those waiting, wanting or who cannot have children, it’s a painful reminder what we possibly will never have in our lives. It’s a pain that won’t ease even when the computer screen goes dark.

Asian fiercely opposes bansAfter I mentioned to someone that we had turned down two adoption opportunities (we just weren’t where we needed to be yet), but we were excited because that meant things were opening up for us, I was reminded that we should make sure it was for the right reasons.

I came home perplexed and confused. You wouldn’t say that to someone who had a miscarriage and wanted to try to have a baby again, the natural way. It was reminescent of when Barton and I first met, how many people asked us how we would manage our lives together, and how, we were told it would be too difficult and hard for us.

Barton Cutter smiles through the no

How do we move through the “no”? With smiles and laughter, of course!!

Since marrying Barton, I have so much compassion for people and their families impacted by disability or other life-impacting challenges. I have never heard the word “no” so many times for so many things.

How do you move through the resistance, that barrier that stops you, reinforced by other people’s perceptions? Here are some tips:

Moving Through the “No”

• Your journey is no one else’s. Claim it!

Just as we have had challenges and times when we have failed, we have had just as many times as we have succeeded and been surrounded by our community. And, I imagine that so have you. If you are being called toward a life-long dream, a vision that is bigger than you, it’s time to forge your own path!

• Compassion toward self, and others.

When you have that feeling of jealousy, anger or bitterness at someone who has just knocked down your dream or told you no, have compassion toward yourself, and towards others. They are seeing something else, a different perspective. It’s not right or wrong, it’s just different. And both perspectives can be right!

• Listen to the No.

This is so hard, isn’t it? To actually listen to the “no.” Whether you hit a road block or you hear “no” from someone else, the “no” is just a perspective. It can tell you where there are missing pieces, yet to be made, and even more nerve-wracking, yet to be designed. Where are you being called?

• Focus, Focus, Focus

Barton has this innate ability when someone tells him he can’t do something, to drive an arrow line to the goal and drive through it. For me, there are times when I hold back, look at the bigger picture, and then I become really focused. One step at a time, one moment at a time. Focus also requires action, but it’s the right kind of action, when you discover your zone.

• Just Going For It!

There’s liberation in just going for it, whether the goal or dream comes to fruition or not! It’s that feeling of having your arms open, ready for whatever may come. There are times when you have to let go, and just dive in.

I don’t know if we will ever adopt a child, which is a vision that we still hold. But what I do know is that we are taking specific action steps to move forward, no matter what anyone says or doesn’t say. And we’re not going in with our eyes closed. It’ll take time, hard work, and luck. And if all are aligned, one day we hope to be parents.

And if we’re not, we’re going to have a blast in process!

When Barton and I were engaged, we didn’t have all the answers about how we would manage our lives. But I knew that I was in love, and nothing else mattered. And yes, because of that, I have such a deeply rich life full of experiences that I am forever, ever grateful for in ways beyond words.

And that is all we can ask for!

I love David Whyte’s poem Start Close In. This poem is a beautiful reminder to walk your our path, own it, claim it, and walk it!

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Transformation: How Badly Do You Want It?

Barton Cutter, Co-Active CoachWhat an absolutely crazy two months we’ve had. And I must say, that while much of this craziness was caused by yours truly, Megan has been absolutely fabulous in riding the waves that have emerged in the wake of my surgery and all that has transpired since.

Now, you have to understand that before I went into the hospital, we had this plan of how, together, we would create a calm, peaceful environment in which I could recover and Megan would have the time and space to relax and play with a number of personal projects she had on tap.

Like most of our lives, when our plans collided with the reality of the moment, something vastly different, yet equally fabulous (at least in my opinion), emerged.

So, let’s rewind. At the beginning of our year, when Megan and I set out on our annual ritual of writing down intentions, dreams, and visions for the year, there was this fabulous moment of being called out by my phenomenal wife. She noticed that one of my deepest dreams of completing my coaching certification with CTI, which I have been working toward for over 5 years, was glaringly absent from my portion of the list.

After a moment or two of hemming and hawing, I added it to our vision board, not entirely believing that I would make any progress this year.

Two days before going into surgery, I received an invitation from CTI to apply for a scholarship to complete the certification process. The application seemed simple enough, a couple of questions about the need for a scholarship, plus a 3-minute video sharing the applicant’s vision of work and how certification would move me toward that vision.

The deadline: One week post-op!!

Now, a three-minute video doesn’t seem like that much. And, for major hams, like me, it is in fact a rather exciting project. Yet, there was oh, so much more. It merely wasn’t enough to show up and shine. I also had to make sure that people who may not entirely be accustomed to my accent understood my message.

Megan was such a great sport, putting up with me through at least 200 takes and then battling with our technology to ensure that we added just the right captions that would maintain the freedom and playfulness of my own spoken voice while communicating the essence of my message.

Check out my CTI Co-active Coach Training video here! 

Something must have worked because after five years of working to empower individuals, youth and family members impacted by disability, I am thrilled to accept a full scholarship to attend the certification program through The Coaches Training Institute (CTI).

Barton Cutter, Co-Active CoachWith this amazing and unexpected gift, I’m looking to expand my impact from empowering people with disabilities and their families to engaging and transforming entire cultures to re-examine and embrace what it means to be truly inclusive in every sense. At the core, this process of transformation beckons everyone involved to embrace new understandings of capacity and ability for all.

That’s why I am offering a special discount for my next 5 clients, for $75 a session, twice a month. This rate of $150 a month is only half of my regular rate.

Contact me at barton@cuttersedgeconsulting.com to take advantage of this magnificent discount!

“This life is about transforming the universe, one soul at a time! What’s my piece? To empower those still enslaved by fear to reconnect with their innate human capacities. My work began within the disability community, yet extends much farther. In empowering a community that has historically been so marginalized, my work also demands that I engage families, business sectors, and the broader community to embrace new understandings of capacity and ability for all.”
~S. Barton Cutter

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Today, I am Just a Wife: Disability, Hospitals, and Medical Devises

Today I am just a wife.

Many days, I am more than a wife.

I am a writer, healer, logistical coordinator, director, strategist, driver, unorthodox problem solver, cleaner, project manager, problem solver, go getter.

I am creative, sensitive, perfectionist, brave, flexible and stubborn.

The “we” is even more dynamic than the “I.”

Recently, we wrote copy for our new website (which is coming soon!). We talked about when we are at our best we are: creative, spontaneous, confident, personal, breaking barriers down, tangible, human view, versatile, and humorous.

And we produce: clarity, connection—written & interpersonal, open mindedness, a sense of freedom, space, tools to persevere and communication.

But today, I am just a wife.

Taking a breath after speaking at the Wise Community Summit.

Taking a breath after speaking at the Wise Community Summit.

It began on Sunday, returning home from an amazing trip to Washington State where we spoke two sessions “Moving Through Personal Fears” and “Creating Healthy Relationships” at the Wise Community Summit, read at a local open mic poetry night at the local market, and had a chance to take an afternoon to enjoy being with each other. We sat at the picnic table holding hands, meandering down the path to enjoy the afternoon view of the mountains, and smiled over wine, olives and Bruschetta.

Barton and our black lab Bear.

Barton and our black lab Bear.

Arriving home, Barton had crashed out with an afternoon nap, and I was still rumbling about the house cleaning and organizing, settling into the week ahead. But that night, we found that Bear was bleeding. Was it the steak bone he ate before we left on our trip, was it a bacterial infection that always happens in the summer with the wet humid air, was it an old dog showing signs of aging?

I agonized over what to do calling out, “I can’t lose my dog and my husband in the same week.”

Whoa. Where did that come from? Pulling out hidden fears that surfaced in one fellow swoop.

Worries show themselves after we have gone to bed, where I think about all the things we haven’t done yet. We haven’t driven our MV-1 up Mount Washington or to California, we haven’t had a child, we haven’t published our second books, we haven’t made the impact in the world that we know is within reach. We haven’t finished yet.

I worry about things that don’t matter. The cracked kitchen floor tile, what projects a colleague is working on, the pile of paper that needs to be thrown out.

And I close my eyes, focusing on what has to be done the next morning.

Walk bear, morning writing, get Barton up, drive us to Durham, run to the grocery store, go to the post office, be at home for Barton’s new wheelchair delivery, put away they dishes, complete my own writing projects. The day moves without thought.

Here, in this space, I am more than just a wife.

But today is different.

Barton is having surgery to replace his Baclofen Pump, a device that sends medicine to his spine to calm muscle spasms. Every seven years, the battery runs out, and it has to be replaced. It’s a normal procedure.

But nothing has ever been normal for us.

The last time Barton had surgery, we weren’t in the best place as a couple. He was advised to have it replaced because a piece in the motor could malfunction. The surgeon found the medicine pouch and the tube to the spinal column was not connected at all, and everything was replaced.

No, nothing is ever “normal.”
We live in the extraordinary.

During the last surgery, I was allowed to go back into post-op, to hold Barton’s hand and stare at his face to study every freckle, every mole, every eyelash for what seemed like an eternity. I was allowed to stay overnight where I made jokes to try to get Barton to “go.” And at home, Bear refused to leave Barton’s side would come running to get me, Barton still sick from the anesthesia residue.

I had no idea what to expect, how the fears within each of us would play out, how some form of caretaking was needed for both of us. How at home, the help was not always helpful, and I found myself hiding out at a local coffee shop a week after Barton’s surgery.

Will everything go un-normally normal for us in this cycle? Sometimes it’s what happens before what actually happens.

Mid-week, the emotions hit, and I couldn’t focus on anything. The too long list of things to get done before the surgery overwhelmed me to the point of not doing anything. On the drive home, I pouted, “We’re in such a good place, and I don’t want anything to happen.”

Barton laughed, “It’s because we’re in such a good place that nothing will.”

Still,  I have to remind myself to breathe.

Today, everything else will melt away.

And it takes energy to give myself permission to let everything fall out of focus.

It does not matter what projects are due. It does not matter that the milk was not put away or the dishes were not done. Or that the bills still sit unopened on the kitchen counter.  Or the number of calls on my cell phone that go unanswered.

Tomorrow, roles and words will seep back into my skin. We will scoop up responsibilities and carry them on their way.

And the days will move on.

But for today, I am just a wife.

(As an update, Barton looks great and is recovering well).

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