Tag: beliefs

Flight Podcasts [en]

On my flight back home, I listened to a certain number of podcasts. I had some fitful sleep too, but not enough (overnight flight).

After finishing the episode of Heavyweight I was listening to, I immediately went for part 2 of the Search Engine piece on ADHD medication. (I talk about part 1 in a previous post.) As promised, and expected, the story it told was much closer to mine: a woman who discovers methylphenidate in her mid-thirties, which is life-changing for her – and she wonders why it took her so long.

Her story and mine are at the same time very different and very similar. Very different: she started really struggling with reading in childhood after surgery to remove a brain tumour when she was eight. I had none of that. I did, however, have heart surgery when I was six. And what she describes about how her operation is talked about (or not talked about) in her family feels very familiar. What she says about getting the implicit message, again and again, that “everything is ok”, “it’s normal”, “nothing is wrong”.

She was very objectively struggling as a child, and I think I can honestly say I was not. Academically, that is. Socially was another matter. Being good at school ended up defining me. At one point in the podcast, PJ and his guest talk about the two different paths they ended up going down, regarding their difficulties in school: “I’m not even going to try” and “I’ll manage, whatever the cost”. I think I spent a lot of my life “managing” without even realising there was a cost. It was “normal”, right. I do remember one episode, though, where I was getting a bad evaluation (it had to do with presenting science reports). I made some effort at improvement, and still got the same bad evaluation. My reaction was clearly “forget about this”. Thankfully my parents intervened, we talked things through with the teacher and started over with more support for me and an assurance that my efforts would be rewarded.

This reminds me of the Hidden Brain episode on perfectionism I listened to a few weeks back. It was a revelation to me. I’ve always seen myself as “over perfectionism”. I understood, as a teenager, that wanted to do things “too well” was keeping me from doing them. So I made a deal with myself that it was better to “just do, even not well” than “not do, perfectly”. And generally, what I do still is viewed as at least “very good”. I thought I had cracked perfectionism. For me, perfectionists are people who spend hours doing and redoing their tasks until they are perfect. People who are hard workers.

I’m none of that. I’m a first draft person. Quickly throw something together and be done with it. One might even say, on my internal compas, minimalistic. You know, Pareto’s Law – I do the 20%.

But listening to the podcast, I was shocked to hear that my strategy was in fact another kind of perfectionism. The drive behind is the same. The bar I set for myself is still impossibly high. Only, I set myself up to fail reaching it, from the start. If I don’t really try, then it makes sense I won’t reach it, right? If I didn’t really give it my all, then it hurts less when it’s not as good as it could.

Looks like I’ve been fooling myself all these years, and I am indeed a perfectionist, despite my frantic attempts not to. I have to say this realisation upset me – not because I was wrong, but because it forced me to realise that there is where lies the source of the excruciating pressure I put on myself.

Back to the Search Engine episode: the first part had bothered me also by the use of “amphetamine” (and “speed”) to cover ADHD medication. Methylphenidate is not amphetamine, and at least in Switzerland, amphetamine is not prescribed unless there fails to be a result with methylphenidate. I thought the tone was a bit dramatising of the drug (which is understandable given PJ’s personal history). So, I’m really glad this second part showed another type of ADHD story. In a way, it’s all very well to want to throw away the meds when you’ve lived your whole life on them, but that’s also maybe forgetting that they helped you bring you where you are. I’m surrounded by so many people who have gone through life with no diagnosis and no meds (like me), only to come crashing down somewhere in their forties or fifties. And at least in Switzerland, getting an ADHD diagnosis as an adult is hard, so imagine try to get that sorted out when you’re reached a state where you’re barely functioning anymore.

Unlike PJs guest, I take my medication even on my days off, because what I struggle with (without) is simply managing daily tasks, emotions, life in general. It’s not “just” for reading or concentrating. It’s to reign in some of my hyperactivity so that I can actually get somewhere, and not feel too shitty while I’m getting there.

So, definitely an episode to listen to, probably before the first part, actually.

After that I continued with Radiolab’s Poison Control. A rerun that I hadn’t heard the first time around (I think), and as always, very interesting. I’m not sure it’s the kind of episode that’s supposed to make you cry, however – the fact I was in tears listening to it probably says more about my mental state on that plane in the middle of the night than about the podcast itself. Do listen.

One of my very favorite podcasts is Meta de Choc, a French podcast on “why we believe what we believe”. It often covers topics linked to New Age spirituality – not as innocuous as you may think. The host, Elisabeth Feytit, does an extraordinary job of explaining very clearly what is at stake, why these beliefs are problematic, and where they stem from. This episode was on modern day witches (think wicca) and the sacred feminine. If you understand French, I definitely encourage you to listen. It’s possible that like me, you’ll feel a mixture of gratitude (and relief) that somebody is putting in words your concerns, and discouragement at how difficult/impossible it is to talk somebody out of this type of belief. As somebody said, you can’t reason somebody out of the position they didn’t reason themselves into in the first place.

To continue losing hope in humanity (what was I thinking?) I followed with the first three episodes of The Kids of Rutherford County. Seriously, in what dystopian world is it even imaginable to consider throwing elementary school age kids into jail (handcuffs, jumpsuit and all – as young as 8 years old) for a schoolyard fight scene? I listened at those three episodes in shock and disbelief. What is WRONG with people? I just don’t have the words (and you know me, usually I have more than enough words). It boggles the mind.

For good measure, I did include two Heavyweight episodes (Nick & The Elliotts) in my listening queue. That’s probably what saved my remaining sanity.

Aside from podcast recommendations: I made it home, tired (couldn’t stay awake in the train from Geneva, was afraid of missing my stop) and drained, but happy to see Oscar, who was visibly happy to see me too. It’s rainy and foggy and windy and stormy and cold here. I’m glad I planned on having a day off to settle before going back to work on Tuesday. I’ll go back to trying to fix my Lightroom sync problems (very annoying), eat something, watch a series or two and have an early night (easy with the jetlag). Bright side of things: I should be up nice and early tomorrow morning!

The Shattering of my Faith in Our Future [en]

I was always very optimistic regarding the future of the world. The resilience of civilization and humanity. The faith that in the long run, things would turn out OK.

I had some of this optimism for myself, too. Faith that things would improve. That bad times would pass. That I would end up finding a way.

It has served me well.

But this is not about me. This is about the world. When I was younger I wanted to believe in God. Or at the very least, in some spiritual realm that gave meaning to life and all that goes with it. I failed at believing, and at some point came to terms with it.

The world is as we see it, matter and energy as defined and measured by physics. There is magic in my world, but that is a topic for another day. It’s probably not the kind of magic you imagine.

I believed in some kind of self-regulation of the huge systems that are our societies, and even humanity as a whole. I believed that things could not, on a global scale, become fundamentally worse. That there would only be improvement, even though we would witness what looked like setbacks.

I do not believe this anymore. I have lost my optimism, over the last years. My faith has been shattered.

It started with Brexit, and the election of Donald Trump. Those were the big blows. I did not see either one coming, comfortable in my little idealistic bubble. Oh, I knew they were on the table, but I never in a million years believed they could happen.

After that, I would often think, or say, “remember Iran”. You know, those photos from the seventies? Yes. And now. Things can get much worse. Things can go “backward”. Meaningful freedoms can be lost.

Of course all this also has to do with my age. I’m closer to 50 than 40 now. When you’re a young adult, the world you’re living in is the world you’re most familiar with. Your child and teenage eyes turn into adult eyes, and you finally see things as they are, you think, doors open in front of you and you walk forward in life, hopefully with a smile, but at least with a sense of order in the world. Well, that’s how it was for me, in any case.

When you’re in your forties, you see the world change. You slowly use the world of your youth, the one you thought was “the world how it is and is supposed to be”. As years go by I find myself slowly starting to struggle with some of the changes our society is going through. I find myself looking back upon the “good ol’ times”. I pinch myself when that happens.

Brexit and Trump also finished shattering some of my beliefs about technology and the resistance to exploitation of the systems built upon it. I was aware, of course, of the plague of those who would always try to “game the system” in social networks. But I never thought – or wanted to see – that the real-world, political implications, could be so dire. I saw what good could be done, but closed my eyes to the evil. Optimism. Blame the seduction of the full half of the glass.

Then there was the pandemic. If Trump’s election made me fear for the turn our world could be taking when it came to politics, and the value of Truth, the pandemic was here. Here, there, and everywhere. I had seen things going on in Wuhan, but naively didn’t think it could hit us. It hit us hard. It hit me hard. I remember. I was at my chalet with a friend. The first cases had been detected in Switzerland. Friday, March 13th, 2020. We watched the federal government’s announcement. Schools closed. That shook me. It shook me badly. I remember thinking that the world as we knew it was over.

That was two years ago. Here in Switzerland, for most people, we’re gently trying to drift back into the “normalcy of before”. It’s a façade, of course. We know there’s no going back. But life feels back on track. Not quite, though. As if we were in a slightly alternate reality.

I think of those for whom these last two years were “formative” years. It’s not the same thing to go through two years of pandemic when you’re 45, 25, 15 or 5. I think of those, children in particular, for whom post-covid life will be “just life”. For us, older ones, there is before and after covid. The old world, and the new world. But for children, and teenagers, there will pretty much just be a world after/with covid, when it comes to the story of their lives. Just as for me, coming of age in a world where AIDS was already an established threat, the only world I know is a world where AIDS exists.

The pandemic shook me because or the disruption in our lives, the death, the exhausted medical staff, the economic impact – immediate and long-lasting. We are not out of it. And worse that that, it shook me because it brought home the fact that pandemics were possible. This one was bad. But it could have been worse. And there is no guarantee the next one is not waiting around the corner. Actually, it is – just like this one had been waiting around the corner for decades, jumping from bat to bat.

As if the craziness of the first three years of Trump’s presidency hadn’t been enough to drive home that we were living in a post-truth wold, the pandemic allowed us all, wherever we lived, to witness the damage wrought by cognitive bias, conspiracy theories, and capitalist media together.

And now Russia has invaded Ukraine.

I thought the pandemic was bad and would change our world forever. This is worse. Far worse. I never thought WWIII could happen. Now I’m not so sure. And even if it doesn’t, however this ends, the balance of power in the world is going to undergo a major shift. There will be “before”, and “after”, just as with the pandemic. I was 15 in 1989. I remember listening to “France Infos” radio, which gave news every 15 minutes, as the Berlin Wall and Nicolae Ceaușescu fell. The world felt like it was opening. Now it feels like it’s unravelling.

As I listen to news about Ukraine and cry, I realise I’m also grieving for the world I lost, a world I thought had a certain stability I could rely on, a world where autocrats don’t win, pandemics don’t kill six million people and leave so many others broken, where civilians and maternity hospitals don’t get bombed, and where truth prevails.

This shattering is not easy, as I look at it through the lens of my personal life. But however discomforting it is, it also tells me that I have the luxury of such philosophical considerations, rather than fleeing for my life in the cold and fear, and for that I am infinitely grateful.

This American Life Episode Selection [en]

[fr] Quelques épisodes de This American Life qui valent le détour.

I had my worst “forgot something on the stove” episode today. No fire, but I came back after three hours away to find my flat completely filled with smoke. I had to hold my breath to open the windows (everything was closed). My pan is dead (I’m not even going to try). Quintus was outside but Tounsi was inside, and was exposed to the smoke for all that time. One of the first things I did after opening the first window was throw him onto the balcony. He seems fine. Vet say to keep an eye on him for the next two days or so, as symptoms can be delayed.

Now my whole flat stinks of burnt smoke. Good thing it’s not January, as a friend noted.

Some podcast episodes for you. (And me, maybe one day). They are from This American Life, which I listened to a lot at the chalet. It’s really great — I should have started listening years ago.

  • #536: The Secret Recordings of Carmen Segarra: a chilling first-person account of the culture of complacency in the world of finance regulation.
  • #525: Call for Help: remember this story that was making the rounds, about a family that had to be rescued at sea because of a sick baby? and how a lot of the (uninformed) public opinion was up in arms about how irresponsible it was to go to sea with a baby, and then ask the coast guards to bail you out when things got rough? Well, as you can guess, there is much more to the story than that…
  • #555: The Incredible Rarity of Changing Your Mind: so, one of the studies this episode is based on has been retracted, but it remains interesting. First, to note that people rarely change their mind, particularly on ideological matters. And then, and this is something I think about a lot, what makes people change their mind? We do have anecdotal evidence that knowing somebody who is gay (or trans, or kinky…) can turn us around on those issues. And I think that people’s theoretical stance on an issue can be somewhat disconnected from what they would think, or how they would react, faced with a real human being they have a connection with and who is concerned by the issue.
  • #556: Same Bed, Different Dreams: for the very moving story of the two kidnapped South Koreans, the actress and the director.
  • #557: Birds & Bees: how do we talk to children about race, death, and sex? Some very good questions about consent and its “fuzziness” (I personally don’t think we should have to say “is it OK if I kiss you?” and wait for an enthusiastic verbal “yes” — seriously?!), how you can’t escape the question of race, and a moving segment on a grief counselling centre for children. If I could go back in time, I would take my 10-year-old self there. Sadly, we weren’t quite there yet 30 years ago when it comes to grief and children.
    By the way, this episode brings me to Death, Sex & Money — a podcast about all these things we don’t talk about.
  • #562 and #563: The Problem We All Live With (two parts): how do we reinvent education to get poor minority kids to perform as well as white kids? An exploration of the solution that works, but that we’re not putting much energy into implementing: desegregation. I found this episode both fascinating and infuriating. Fascinating because issues of race are not on the forefront in Switzerland as they are in the US, and infuriating that such a simple elegant solution is not given the attention and resources it deserves.