Monday, April 19, 2010

I know nothing

I write this post with humility and trepidation. Daughter, Linea, and I were invited to speak at the Empowerment Conference for Native Americans with Disabilities in Polson, Montana. We flew into Missoula, MT, and drove north to Polson. Montana, home of the Big Sky, is amazingly beautiful and every time I visit I feel so very small in a very large world. More so this time. We drove north, entering the Flathead Indian Reservation and finally up a hill to a breathtaking view of Flathead Lake before descending to Polson. The conference is a yearly occurrence attracting people from the Blackfeet, Mandan, Northern Cheyenne, Crow, Salish, Kootenai, Assiniboine, Sioux, Gros Ventre, Pend d’Oreille, Chippewa Cree, and Little Shell Tribes as well as many others.We spoke about stigma and mental health, treatment and resources but I knew nothing. It has always been obvious to both Linea and I that we are very blessed with resources and support in her journey with bipolar disorder. I also know that not everyone is willing or prepared to share their personal story with mental illness. We feel a responsibility to share ours since we have the opportunity and resources to do so and we offer this with the intent to increase understanding and support. I felt incredibly inadequate and humbled presenting to the Native American people at this conference. I know that diagnosis and treatment has been the key to Linea’s wellness but what does that look like for people living on a reservation? I do know that resources are slim. I do know that people told us of long waits to see a psychiatrist and of limited treatment and resources. I heard from men and women that sharing a story of mental illness beyond the family was not appropriate for many yet I also heard that doing so would help to increase support. One woman told me, “I should share my story but I can’t.” She thanked me for sharing ours.

I still know so little. I was humbled and honored to have been asked to present at this conference but I haven’t walked with the good people in our audience. I only heard tiny pieces of their own heartaches. I know that within our deepest “oneness” we are all on this path together as human beings but I knew nothing of their personal stories with mental illness. 

The conference began with Tommy Stiffarm of the Sacred Web Recovery Coalition /Wounded Warriors Project and from the Little Shell Tribe tribe opening with a blessing ceremony for the speakers. Again I was humbled by the opportunity to share this sacred ceremony. He asked Grandfather to bless him, a “pitiful man", and Linea and I and the other speakers, as we traveled together through the conference. I stood with palms up to receive this blessing, simply asking to understand a small piece more of this work. Help me, a pitiful woman, I know nothing. Teach me.

6 comments:

Grappy Dale said...

Both of you are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your experiences with us.

Elizabeth said...

Oh, how wonderful Thank you for writing about this -- like Grappy Dale said, you are an inspiration. I have missed your posts and just love it when you do!

suelmayer said...

I think any of us that share our stories, experiences and day to day life feel just as you did. I interact with many families and am always humbled by the experience. Each of our lives, circumstances, beliefs and resources are so very different and yet when we share, when we open up, when we talk about our experiences there are bits and pieces that touch someone. Just being able to let someone know that they are not alone, that others feel, act or do the same things gives us comfort. Keep sharing Cinda, you have touched many!

Cinda said...

Thank you for the kind comments. Truly, it was an inspiring and humbling experience. Sometimes I am just overwhelmed by how little some people have and how much others have....and, often through no fault of either person. Yet, as Sue commented, we are all so connected.

Gregory Montgomery, Jr. said...
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Gregory Montgomery, Jr. said...

Wow Cin. You nailed it. The gift of not knowing anything. My search for enlightenment and study of Tibetan/Zen Buddhism and the Native American connection to the Earth has lifted a huge weight off my shoulders..... nothingness. You've inspired and reminded us to share our stories with humility and grace. Thank you. I hope to hear from you soon. GM