Don’t let your mind become tethered…

March 13, 2015

“Imprisonment of the body is bitter; imprisonment of the mind is worse.”  (Thornton Wilder – The Ides of March)  – from the Jack’s Winning Words blog. Jack went on to write – I once had a tour of Jackson State Prison.  After that experience I realized what a severe penalty it is to be sentenced to “life in prison.”  But worse than “life”, is the locking-up of one’s mind.  “The mind is a terrible thing to waste.”  Society needs to address the problem of mind-robbing sub-par schools and the problem of mind-robbing diseases.

I have written here before about the ability of the mind to soar, even if the body is imprisoned or it is trapped in a dysfunctional body – see post.  I agree with Jack that the sub-par school systems that some are relegated to in our society wastes the minds that flow through them by limiting the training and support that allow those minds to grow, experience and learn about the world. At the other end of life the mind-robbing diseases like Alzheimer’s seem more like a cage that is getting smaller and smaller as more and more of the memories that make up one’s knowledge base drift away, until one is left in the child-like state of a newborn. I agree that more research and more work is needed on both of those issues.

Another issue that I’ve also written about here before seems to me to also be a dui tetherrather large threat to imprison the mind or perhaps the better analogy would be to put the mind on a tether. In Michigan the police use what is called a DUI Tether or SCRAM bracelet, which is as device that is worn usually around the ankle and which can detect any use of alcohol by the wearer. Click here to read an article about how it works and is used. The threat that I’m referring to is our smartphones. Many people have become tethered to their smartphones to such an extent that they actually feel phantom vibrations even when not carrying the phone and suffer a form of separation anxiety if they somehow forget their phone. Even worse, in my mind and admittedly in my case, is how slavishly we react to any call or message or other demand that our phone might make upon us.

The whole texting while driving issue is just one indicator of that inexplicable need to respond to anything that happens on our phone. I often stop and think, “Does it really matter that I respond right now to that text message, in the middle missed callof whatever I’m doing, or can it wait a few minutes?” Does the fact that my phone just buzzed in my pocket, indicating that a new eMail has arrived mean that I must put it out, even while trying to navigate through rush-hour traffic, to try to see what it’s all about? Is that call from some number that I don’t have in my contacts list really likely to be important enough to answer in the middle of dinner? The answer to all of those is obviously No; however the reality all to often is that I do it anyway. I have become tethered to my phone (or by my phone). My mind, in a manner of speaking, has been imprisoned by this beast.

The use of, and your devoted service to, your cell phone can be compared to an addiction. Like any other addiction, it is hard to break. I suspect that a scientific phone with msgstudy of the problem would discover that some endorphin of some sort is released in our brains when we respond to the phone ad that we get used to and actually start craving that endorphin. Maybe it has something to do with wanting to feel connected somehow to other human beings. I’ve seen people spend their entire time at the gym, cycling through various machines and the treadmill, and never get off the phone. I’ve witnessed (in exasperation because it happened right I front of me) a person take a phone call in the middle of a wedding ceremony and actually spend time talking while the preacher was reading through the wedding vows. And I’ve almost been hit a few times by motorists who ran a stop sign at a corner because they were on their phone texting and didn’t see the sign or me. Those were people who had lost control of their own minds to their phones – they were tethered to their phones.

So, now, when I go to church on Sunday morning I leave my phone in the car. I suffer the anxiety of being separated from it for a few moments and I still look at it the instant that I get back into the car to see what I might have missed (never anything important it seems); but I no longer respond to a buzz in my pocket in the midst of the sermon (although, I’ll admit that I’ve experienced phantom buzzes in the midst of the service from time to tome) . It’s a start and an admission that I’ve made to myself that I had become tethered to my phone. I still have work to do on that.

How about you? Are you tethered to your phone? Do you feel those phantom vibrations every now and then?  Do you still check to see what it is that just came in, even in the midst of driving? If you forget your phone at home, do you turn around to go get it or just tell yourself that you’ll check it when you get home? Have you ever spent a hour of more talking on the phone while you were doing other things?  There aren’t Phone Tethered Anonymous groups; but, perhaps there should be.  It’s something to think about over the weekend. Maybe you could put down your phone and get outside for a while without it. After all, that’s what voice mail is for. Have a great weekend.


Three little words that can change your life… I’m an alcoholic.(14 of ?)

April 5, 2014

Sometimes the simplest little things can have big impact on our lives. In this series of posts I examine very short sentences (each just three words long) that can make a difference in your life. If you have a three word sentence that changed your life somehow, share it with me and I will share it with the world.

man wit drink in handToday’s three word sentence is probably one of hardest, but most rewarding for those who have uttered it. It’s the bedrock of the Alcoholics Anonymous program – I’m an alcoholic.  The absolute first step in getting help for an alcoholic is to admit that they have the problem that they really aren’t in control of their drinking and never will be. For an alcoholic there is no such thing as a social drink – that is just the first drink towards getting drunk. I’m an alcoholic.

The same concept holds true for the Drugs Anonymous program and the Gamblers Anonymous program. You must admit it to yourself and others before you can get help. You have a problem that is out of control. There are no self-help programs for wife beaters or pyromaniacs or shoplifters. They end up in jail or worse. Sometimes it’s only when things get  that extreme that they can admit – I’m an alcoholic.

For an alcoholic the, moment of truth is when they stand up at a meeting or maybe before a loved one and say it out loud – I’m an alcoholic. There’s no second sentence; no saying, but it; s Ok I’ve got it under control. You don’t have it under control and you never will, that’s why you’re standing there. It’s a big and scary first step, but it’s probably the best first step you’ll ever take. I’m an alcoholic.

People who have been through the program never say that they are a recovered alcoholic. At best they may say that they are a recovering alcoholic; because they know that it is a never-ending battle. They cannot declare victory and move on. In fact many continue to go to AA meetings years after they have had their last drink for two reasons – to provide support for others and to continue to reinforce their own decision. Getting up and stating that I’m an alcoholic and I took my last drink 15 years ago may get a round of applause at the meeting, but it’s how good it makes the person feel about them self that really counts. I’m an alcoholic.

There might not be support groups for many of the things that we need to fix about ourselves and hopefully they are things that will support groupeventually lead us to jail or worse; however, the critical first step to doing anything to correct the problem(s) is that admission that we have the problem. It’s not enough to just admit it to yourself. You have to go public with it, at least sharing it with your family or loved ones. While holding yourself accountable is a noble idea, it is important that we have someone else that can watch our progress and give us feedback. We need someone to look us in the eye and say you screwed up; you didn’t do what you promised to do. You also need someone to pat you on the back and say great job when you reach a new milestone in your recovery, whether it be days or months or years. You need some help when you admit – I’m an alcoholic.

So take that first step. Find a support group and stand up and say “My name’s Bob and I’m a XXXXXXXX”. Whatever it is you will be well on your way to being an ex-XXXXXXXX.  You’d be surprised how many people there are out there just waiting to support you in your effort to overcome your addition to whatever has a grip on you now. Below are some links to groups that might be able to help you, depending upon the problem or addiction.

http://www.aa.org/

https://www.na.org/

http://www.gamblersanonymous.org/ga/

https://saa-recovery.org/