Thursday 28 September 2006

Broken families

Its strange when I think about it… I am sure we have some of these around, but why is it such a taboo for people to acknowledge it happens in Brunei? Do we have such a social rule that defames us should we have or come from a broken family?

I always knew this exists, as I experience it… enough said… but I learnt more about it and how to cope or how not to cope mostly from TV programs that I watched as a kid and as a growing individual. It was also then that I know someone out there knows what I feel like. Someone out there has similar experiences as I. As a university student learning counselling, and having met one myself, I know I think and fear this most… the rejection as it has never been addressed or worst, acknowledged having!!

Looking around, and knowing from chats I have with friends and even encounters and interviews with patients I see everyday, I know it is happening, and feel it on the rise. I am unsure statistically wise, but I am sure there was an article written in the national newspaper sometime this year regarding the rise of divorces, hence, one of the sources of broken families in Brunei Darussalam.

People often have this vision and idea that when an individual comes from a divorced family, they are considered broken. However, if two parents are living together and not talking or even fighting all the time, this is still considered a WHOLE family. On the other hand, siblings that do not see eye-to-eye on most matters and ended up having cold sibling WAR is still considered a WHOLE family. Do you see the wrong in this?

People are very afraid to admit that they come from a broken family in spite of the outlook of togetherness. They want people to know and believe that they are together as a unit. Aren’t they lying to themselves? Isn’t that hurting them inside? It’s hard to be cheery when you are sad, worse to believe you have a smashing family when you don’t! That must have negative psychological impact on any one!

Some of the older generations believe that if you come from a broken family, you probably would grow up to be scum of society or end up being a cripple and have to depend on the government due to drugs, alcohol, or social problems that leads you to undesired behaviours. Don’t you see that this happens despite if one comes from a FAMILY or broken unit? Why the unexplainable or even unfathomable conclusion or derivative?

Why should all scum come from broken families? Or even drug addicts? Why should individuals from broken families be underachievers? I STRONG DISBELIEVE this. I, however, believe that emotional and mental scaring from living in a broken family and not having the proper support or even acknowledgement to grief your loss has a greater impact on an individual!

There are many causes of broken families… and someone brilliant out there, I am sure have categorised them into neat study or research areas.

It is even sadder to acknowledge that our well being is not looked after. Yes sure, we have lots of free stuff… and education and food are often subsidized…. But what of our mental and emotional well-being? This is often neglected and if anything happens, people often do not own up, instead they like to point fingers. Take responsibilities for your actions they always say…. Well… they don’t really practice what they say, do they?

Kemasyarakatan!!! SUCH a big word, even the MINISTRY itself does not understand the full meaning of this word! If they do, some actions would be taken to heal the DYING society… Often I ponder; do I really want a family (my own) to grow in such a dire state of emotional and mental decline in my society? Can I truly provide emotionally to a growing child in this diverse multi-cultural with multi-levelled society rules with many inequitable living conditions, environment and more?

Own up people… acknowledge that you need help… acknowledge that you are emotionally hungry for approval and support… acknowledge a problem so we all can work to better improve ourselves…. Re-invent ourselves to be a better person… better contributing personnel of the society that will grow beautifully into perfumed roses, and not genetically engineered, thorn-less, smell-less roses.

This brings me to remember an encounter I had with a patient I was treating in one of the wards. This frail old man has a failing memory due to age (dementia) and hence he was unable to look after himself. He often pee-ed in his pants, he is unsure if he has taken his medication, and he often talks about his pasts and his remorse. He, I found, was unable to remember most of his family members… yet, he knows when they do not come and visit him. He must have been in the hospital for about 3 months, and I have never seen any of his family members. Nurses were helpful enough to clean him, and occasionally, I would feed him lunch and dinner. But where were his family?

According to a staff, the patient was admitted into the ward because he had a fall and then kind of hurt his head. He was there only for observation. Later, the medical team found out that he had been hit on the head instead of the firm believe of him falling somewhere around the house. He stayed in the hospital because none of his children (there were about 9, I think) wanted to take him home. Too much work, too cumbersome, too tiring, he is NOT my father and more… This is sad. The children considered themselves a family, and they had many family discussions…. But are they really a family? NOT I believe!!!

It is sad… and even sadder that you know it happens in your supposedly ‘clean’ of ANYTHING country… we need community counselors, proper counselors in school and tertiary educational settings! We need people to seek help…

I want to seek help… Many of my ‘rejection’ issues come from this issue… If you do not want to be like me, emotionally dead and unable to ‘love’… SEEK help! Seek help now… its never too late to heal yourselves. Next time you know anyone that feels he comes from a broken family… get him to admit it and seek help. You are doing everyone a favour!

If anything comes out of this, I hope that people are more aware of how unjust and blind our society are… and that individuals from broken families can grow into a lovely rose with the proper support and love from people in their surroundings. However, people denied of problems, die, and are incapable of further reaching and committing to name just a few.

Saturday 23 September 2006

Ramadhan and Teacher's Day

Ramadhan is here again… and this would be the first in 7 years since I got back from UK, that I would be fasting slightly away from home… not as bad since I still get to eat halal food everywhere… just get to eat it alone!

I got comments that my previous blog entry was just so sad and plain blue…. So I thought I’ll pick it up a notch…

Ramadhan must be one of my favourite months. As I KID, I found fasting very difficult. Often I would cry to sleep because of hunger, and when I do sleep and dream, I dreamt of eating :P ha ha ha… those were the days. I had more embarrassing stories … like cheating… eating or drinking from the kitchen… and more… ha ha ha….

As an adult, a friend showed me how interesting Ramadhan can be. We used to stay up all night, and do a lot of things together… things I have never done with another friend or most of my family members… and for that insight, he is an aspiration… a light…. And I always thank god for his presences, though brief, in my life…

Today also happens to be Teacher’s Day and I got roses… and also a gift bag… from a boy patient! Awww… its just so amazing.. and to make it even better… he did quiet well in session, compared to 2 sessions ago… What more can I want?!

I RECEIVED my first ROSES from a boy patient…. I told you I have more luck with the young ones than I do with men of the right age or brains…. Ha ha ha,… Its orange by the way…

And so…. I wish all my teacher friends, my sister, cousins, and more… (MY OWN TEACHERS) a very good teacher’s day…

Wednesday 20 September 2006

lonely...

Life is slightly slower than that I was used to back in Bandar. However, I kept myself busy by being more efficient that I was before. For example, it would take a few weeks before an initial assessment report for a patient to be ready, including his referrals to other departments and more.

Here, I try to make it a practice to immediately place all the reports to one place, and work on them during lunch, including referring them to the appropriate agencies via snail mail, email, fax or even phone calls. I’m happier with this system because I feel I am giving my patients much better service (administration) than before.

I also write up after every patient after their sessions. I used to only write their plans and evaluate them after a few weeks. Now, I can write up more… I bring them home for something to be done at home.

I also planned next week’s plans in advance… prepare materials and thought out toys and seating.

To some, this may make me sound and look like a neurotic… but those who knows me better say I am looking for something to do; being a self proclaimed moderate-severe workaholic :P

Despite making myself busy, I am still feeling lonely. I do not have anyone to talk to… no one to discuss with… no one to sit with… no one to eat with… or even crack silly unmeaningful conversations with… I feel lonely.

I haven’t resorted to talking to the walls yet... I try to make myself busy at home with different activities such as cooking, dusting, sweeping, mopping, washing, making beds and more. Latest was, I took my sewing box from Bandar and is beginning to create a new project.

Inspite everything… I still feel lonely… Does anyone know what this feels like?

My sister and cousin are in UK… BUT I am sure they have more chances of finding friends or have more friends and families around them than I!!!

To curb my loneliness, I tried to go to the public library last Friday, only to be surprised that it is not opened. It opens on a SUNDAY, while I am in Bandar!!! How ironic!!!

Yesterday, Burt came to KB, giving away a lecture in the hospital. It was after lunching together; he dropped by my clinic and generously and brilliantly figured out how to dial out to use the internet!!! I am so happy for his help, or I won’t be able to blog…

With age, we are more set in our ways… we know what we want and what we don’t want… I always find making friends difficult… and don’t know where to start, hence, a new environment where I am lonely and being surrounded only by people whom are locals here with their own families makes it worse for me to try to make friends.

Don’t get me wrong… I KNOW this move is necessary and probably good for me as well; GOD WORKs IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS… I never regretted agreeing to this move or starting a permanent service in KB, since the people here deserve something better, and I know I can offer that! But being lonely is different…

When I was in Bandar, yes I do not talk all the time, yes, I do not spend a lot of time with my parents or even my sisters and prefer to be alone or by myself… but that’s different. They are just 5 minutes away when ever or where ever I need them… I am surrounded by family every 5 minutes everywhere I drive in Brunei-muara district.

I think I miss the security and the idea of having families around me… I feel like I am alone here… and that is sad…

Like a professor said to me… to have a conversation, you need at least 2 people; one to talk and one to listen… BUT… There is only one of me…

Sunday 3 September 2006

I am in Kuala Belait..

Here I am.. In Kuala Beliat, today being my third day... I still don't have a place of my own, and is living with my maternal uncle, whom has been kind enough to spare a room for myself. And in the new clinic, I still don't have any of the items I have mentioned in the earlier blog... Life is slow...

Yesterday, was my first day of work. I came early and brought my personal computer to the clinic. I wasn't given a computer, and since a computer is important to my patient filing system, I have to get going!!! I can't just sit around and do nothing! That is just so not my style... PLUS, I would go out of my mind sitting around not doing anything!!

Yesterday (Saturday), I also saw my first patient as a permanent Speech and Language Therapist in Kuala Belait. Its an old patient who wants to get further treatment. She had been previously discharged, but the day before yesterday (Friday), we met in SOON LEE, and being patients, asked for an appointment...

Yesterday also, I 'melapor diri' to my new CEO. He is a very nice man. We talked for about half an hour. He talked about stuff that he was expecting me to do... He also talked about his plans and aspirations for the clinic and its expansion. But I was disappointed on only one count... He didn't offer to bring me around and show me the hospital... I really do not know the people or the place... so it means i have to find out about the hospital myself, like i did Hospital RIPAS... WHY WHY WHY???

Yesterday also, my mum and cousin decided to come up to KB and sleep over. Today, this afternoon, we have a family function with my mum's uncle. I guess I have to go, being here now...

I have explored the MAIN shopping areas... namely, the town (which I have been exploring for a few years) and the NEWEST Soon Lee, very near my uncle's place... I MISS SHOPPING in BANDAR SERI BEGAWAN... I miss the usual window shopping spree i usually do after work, even if there is nothing to see most times...

I found out that things are much more expensive here. Even vegetables are more pricey! I will have to go back to bandar to get all my food... or maybe, i should just go to miri and get my weekly food stash? I wonder if that is a good idea. I don't know either place well... I should buy a map :P sounds like new adventure for me...

I won't be blogging for a while now. My personal computer is in the clinic and i do not own a laptop. My uncle's modem is recently ruined from the thunderstorm we has several weeks ago. It means, I have to go to Bandar and beg my sister to lend me hers for a couple of hours, or get my PC back but let work slide, or get a laptop. Neither of the choices are 'simple'. Help me make a decision???

Reminiscing Part 2

Part of reminiscing is you look back on what had  happened in your life, and what a better record of my past than browsing through this blog...