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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Broke and Broken? The Psychological Effects of Poverty poverty

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Broke and Broken? The Psychological Effects of Poverty
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The Psychological Effects of Poverty
For the more than 40 million Americans in poverty, everyday life is a struggle — buying food, going to school, getting a job. And for a great many of them, what most people think of as simple tasks are also difficult. Let’s explore the picture of poverty in the U.S. and the psychological and physical toll it takes.

Poverty in the U.S.
46.5 million
Americans who live below the poverty line
16 million
Children living in poverty
$11,490
2013 poverty line for a single person
That’s the equivalent of working full time and making only about $5.50 an hour, which is far below the minimum wage
Where it’s worst
Percentage of residents below poverty line by state
16%+
CA
OR
NV
AZ
NM
OK
TX
MO
AR
LA
MS
AL
KY
TN
GA
FL
SC
NC
WV
OH
MI
DC
13%-15.9%
WA
ID
MT
CO
SD
NE
KS
WI
IL
IN
PA
NY
RI
ME
11%-12.9%
UT
WY
ND
MN
IA
VA
DE
MA
VT
HI
Less than 11%
MD
NJ
CT
NH
AK

The Brain on Poverty
Researchers have determined that the mental strain placed on a poor person is immense, affecting their ability to do well in school, to succeed at work — even to pay bills on time.
13 points
Rough IQ drop caused by poverty
Why? While there’s much about the human mind scientists have yet to decode, we do know that mental processing is finite. It’s the reason you think less quickly at the end of a long day.
What does it mean? The limited brain power caused by poverty is likely to create a series of problems in handling everyday tasks. Poverty may affect things like:

Awareness
Decision making
Memory
Patience
Focus
Stressed to Death
Adding to the reduced mental capacity brought on by poverty, the poor also have to navigate the rigors of everyday stress, most of which are made far worse by lack of income.
Top causes of stress for U.S. adults
Cause Factors
Work Co-worker tension, bosses, overload
Money Loss of job, reduced retirement, medical expenses
Health Health Crisis, terminal or chronic illness
Relationships Divorce, death of spouse, arguments with friends, loneliness
Poor nutrition Inadequate nutrition, caffeine, processed foods, refined sugars
Media overload Television, radio, Internet, email, social networking
Sleep deprivation Inability to release adrenaline and other stress hormones
3 in 4
Americans who regularly experience physical symptoms caused by stress
76%
People who cite work and money as their top causes of stress
Physical and psychological symptoms reported (% of those who reported physical or psychological symptoms who said they had the following symptoms)
Fatigue 51%
Headache 44%
Upset stomach 34%
Muscle tension 30%
Change in appetite 23%
Teeth grinding 17%
Change in sex drive 15%
Feeling dizzy 13%
Irritability or anger 50%
Feeling nervous 45%
Lack of energy 45%
Feeling as though you could cry 35%

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SOURCES:

http://www.statisticbrain.com
http://www.census.gov
http://www.nccp.org
http://www.familiesusa.org
http://www.census.gov
http://www.theatlanticcities.com

Monday, September 08, 2014

Using your Impatience to benefit YOU


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Working on Impatience and Appreciating Its Gifts

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The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” ~Marcel Proust  
It’s taken me a while, but I have finally learned to appreciate aspects of my own impatience.
For a long time I did not like this quality about myself. I am still working on becoming more patient, because impatience and I go way back.
I was impatient to get out of high school, so I fast tracked that whole experience.
I was impatient to get working, so I started working when I was fourteen.
I was impatient to finish university, so I rushed through it, while working up to thirty-five hours a week, not stopping to enjoy myself or have fun.
My daughter was impatient to be born, so she came early, and so did my son.
I wanted to move up the corporate ladder fast, so I sprinted and pushed and worked all kinds of crazy hours that come with being in the world of technology consulting for a global fortune 500 organization.
And then I got sick.
My body got tired of me pushing, and shoving, and not pausing even for a second to pay attention to its cries for help. Illness forced me to stop everything and pare my life down to the basics.
I got diagnosed with some fancy labels like chronic fatigue syndrome, depression, fibromyalgia, and eventually an even fancier label, PTSD.
Even getting dressed and making my kids meals felt like climbing Mount Everest.
I let shame take over for a little while, and I hid from the world, the career I had worked so hard to build, my family, and even my kids; hiding in bed while they were at school and haphazardly pulling myself together before they came home.
After a few months, my own innate personality started to come through and my impatience reared its head out of the fatigue, depression, and piles of laundry.
I wanted my life back. I was not going to write off my future in my early thirties, and be resigned to my couch and bed, while my children were waiting for their tired mother to wake up and play.
I got myself into therapy. I wanted no part of taking drugs. It was a personal choice that to this day, Idon’t regret. It’s not for everyone. It felt right for me.
I worked with therapists, healers, and naturopathic/homeopathic doctors; I tried Chinese medicine, acupuncture, all kinds of massage and bodywork and energy treatments, and spent thousands of dollars on nutritional supplements and testing.
I worked with shamans and took trips to silent retreats, meditated, wrote, drew and doodled in my journal, danced to 5Rhythms, moved with hula hoops and even travelled to the Amazon looking for answers.
The thing is, during much this time, I felt a huge amount of shame for my impatience. My healer/teacher/therapist and every other practitioner would smile with understanding for my impatience to get healthy and feel better.
They would urge me to be patient and encourage me to honor the timing of my own body.
They were right. I knew this, too. But, the rational part of me wasn’t always the one in charge.
I often felt like time was running out. I had a life to get back to, and it was passing me by every day that I lacked the energy and the mental clarity to fully live it. The body aches and pains and other physical discomforts didn’t make it any easier either.
Eventually, the wiser part of me got it.
Our body does have its own wisdom. It does speak, and we need to pause to listen in order to learn the language that each of our own bodies uses to speak to us. And this is not something that would have typically been taught to us while we were in school.
While it’s wise to work on our impatience, we can simultaneously appreciate its gifts.
The biggest gift I received by working with my impatience was perseverance. I didn’t give up. I continued to search for answers to my health conditions. I was obsessed with wanting to know the answers to my many questions. Why did I get sick? What was the root cause? Why did my body start to shut down on me?
Impatience gave me the drive to keep going, even when it felt like I wasn’t making much progress.
And impatience gave me hope. Each time I felt like I was taking one step forward, to be brought back ten, I would explore new healing options and get excited about the possibility of it working.
I used to beat myself up for being impatient with myself, for how long it was all taking, and for finding it difficult to sit and meditate. I wished so many times that I could be more Zen-like and graceful in the way I met my health challenges.
Many times sitting across therapists and healers and other wise people I had hired to be on my healing team, I would feel like that squirmy little kid in class. You know, the one who sat constantly moving in their seat, waving their hands about the air, hardly able to contain themselves because they had so much to say.
I was that kid in an adult’s body. I wanted my healing team to know everything I was doing. I wanted them to know everything that I knew, had tried, and discovered so that that there would be no wasting time. All they had to do was tell me what I needed to do next, and I would get on it.
Seven years later, I’m now better. I don’t identify myself through those same labels I was once diagnosed with. I have learned to tune in and listen to my body, and navigate my inner world and some dark alleys that I never knew existed.
Through this process, I have transformed my wounds into wisdom, discovered my life’s purpose, and continue to use the insights to course correct, and live my life making conscious choices as best I can.
I am grateful for the role that impatience played in my journey from illness to wellness. I am enjoying my second chance at life with my children, and doing my best to be a present mother. I am teaching my children these same tools of awareness and self-regulation by the way that I meet life, them, and myself.
Though I could have done without the restlessness, I truly believe that without the persistence that resulted from my impatience, I might still be lying on a couch in my living room, napping.
So, here’s my invitation to you: If you are like me and have been beating yourself up over your impatience, take some time to review how your impatience has helped you in your life.
How has your impatience been a friend or a blessing?
How has it allowed you not to give up when you desperately wanted to?
How did it help you to not take ambiguity or “no” for an answer, and propel you to find your own truth?
You might be surprised and grateful at what you discover!
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Dignity and Justice is not negotiable

DIGNITY IS NOT NEGOTIABLE
One morning at our Law College, when our new teacher to "Introduction to the Rights" entered the classroom, the first thing that he did was to ask the name of a student who was seated on the first bench: "What is your name?"
"My name is Juan, Sir."
"Leave the classroom, and I don't want to ever see you in my class ever!" screamed the unpleasant teacher.
Juan was bewildered. When he got hold of his senses, he got up quickly, collected his belongings and left the classroom.
All were scared and angry, however nobody spoke anything.
"Well!" - said the new teacher, "whom do the enacted Laws serve?..."
We were afraid, but slowly gained confidence and we began to answer his questions.
"So that there is an order in our society".
"No"! The teacher answered
"To accomplish them."
"No"!
"So that the wrong people pay for their actions?"
"No! Is it that nobody knows to answer this question?!
"So that there is justice" said a girl timidly.
"At last! That's it... so that there is justice. And now, what is the use of justice"?
All began to feel uneasy by such rude attitude. However, we followed answering:
"To safeguard the human rights..."
"Well, what more?" asked the teacher.
"To differentiate the right from the wrong... To reward the good..."
Ok, that is not bad; however... answer this question:
Did I act correctly when expelling Juan from the classroom?..."
All were quiet, nobody answered.
"I want a decisive and unanimous answer!"
"No!" we all replied in unison.
"Could you'll say I committed injustice?"
"Yes!"
"And why did nobody do anything in that respect?
So why do we need Rules and Laws if we don't have the necessary will to practice them? Each one of you has the obligation of when you witness an injustice. All of you! Do not stay quiet, never again! Go and call Juan," he said staring at me.
On that day I received the most practical lesson in my course of Law.
When we don't defend our Rights, we lose our Dignity, and Dignity is not negotiable.