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My personal favourites include: why didnât you speak up sooner, Iâve never seen that side of him/ her, and itâs not like it was REAL abuse. Passive allies and apologists can often cause as much damage as the perpetrator- if not more. Educate yourself and those around you. And do better. Okay? Okay. #AbuseApologism #TragicomicTruths
âI have an obsession for Shikargah etchings and paintings. And I have an even bigger obsession for Shikargah sarees from Benaras. For the uninitiated, the word âShikargahâ is of Persian origin and depicts a game preserve. Regional flora and fauna and royal hunting scenes are either vividly or abstractly depicted. In our effort to preserve silk screen printing in West Bengal, we created these 29 colour Shikargah prints for our organza sarees. Each saree takes over 9 hours for 2 printers to finish and in todayâs time the complication of production easily elevates it to modern couture.
Our models are styled with beautiful old world blouses, heritage South Indian jewellery studded with Burmese rubies (from the Sabyasachi Heritage Jewelry Collection) and retro sunglasses for added quirk.â
Five years ago, TED Fellow Jennifer Brea became progressively ill with myalgic encephalomyelitis, commonly known as chronic fatigue syndrome, a debilitating illness that severely impairs normal activities and on bad days makes even the rustling of bed sheets unbearable. In this poignant talk, Brea describes the obstacles she's encountered in seeking treatment for her condition, whose root causes and physical effects we don't fully understand, as well as her mission to document through film the lives of patients that medicine struggles to treat.
Some months ago, I was afflicted by... exhaustion. I donât remember when or how it began, but I felt like Iâd been hit by a speeding truck.
It was a tiredness so extreme that I could barely get out of bed, so pervasive that I was drained after the mere act of brushing my teeth. Walking my dog left me breathless, and every night when I got home, I sat in my car with my head on the steering wheel, willing myself to muster up the energy to move.
Medical tests revealed nothing wrong, so I soldiered on, cranking up the caffeine and pep talks, determined that I would embody âmind over matterâ and other such platitudes. I have always relied on my grit and commitment to get through rough patches, and I couldnât understand why they were failing me. I managed to fulfill my professional responsibilities, seemingly successfully, while spending all my free time in bed, with a brain fog so dense I couldnât remember anything that wasnât written down.
Months passed by with little respite, and I began to notice my doctorsâ attitudes shifting. They accused me of hypochondria and misdiagnosed me with everything from depression to diabetes (in the palpable absence of any other related symptoms). When I tried to explain how I was feeling to anyone, they immediately began relating their own litany of tiredness. Some reacted with exasperation or disparaged my âquarter life crisis,â leading me to shut down further. Either way, it seemed impossible to explain how Iâd suddenly become a shadow of my former self; I had no vocabulary or frame of reference for my living hell. Even my parents threw their hands up in frustration, urging me to quit my job and take a long sabbatical, worried but also annoyed at what they saw as the inevitable outcome of my âunhappy,â workaholic, unmarried state.
During an endless WebMDing spiral, I self diagnosed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, also known as Myalgic Encephalomyelitis. The symptoms seemed to fit, and I hesitantly asked my pediatrician- the one doctor I totally trust- if it could be the issue. He literally laughed out loud, and dismissed me saying, âThatâs not a real illness! Just take a long vacation, youâve earned it. Donât let me hear you saying such rubbish again.â
Finally, after some episodes of fainting and near collapse, a doctor (in another city) tested my vitamin levels and found that my D and B12 levels were extremely low. He also diagnosed me with low level burnout. After some initial struggle to accept the diagnoses (âmind over matter!â), I finally got the treatment and help that I needed. Itâs taken me six months to begin to feel like my old self, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
When I look back at that dark, lonely period, I feel relief. And overwhelming gratitude. I was one of the lucky ones- I was spared a life sentence such as CFS, or a terminal one like cancer.
And yet, I have seen first hand, over and over again, how health, particularly womenâs health, remains a battlefield thatâs mired in notions of dramatism and âhysteria.â Prevailing mindsets often belittle or ignore medical mysteries until itâs too late.
The medical community has a responsibility to evolve and educate itself. But then, so do we, as a species and society. Thatâs why Iâm sharing my story today, in the hope that it will lead you to Jennifer Breaâs.
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It was during my health struggle that I first encountered Jennifer Brea, and her work on spreading awareness about ME/CFS. A daunting task for someone in the best of health, sheâs become an advocate for silent millions across the world, whoâre trapped in a malaise thatâs still widely unknown and unfortunately misunderstood.
Her story remains a source of daily inspiration and thanksgiving for me. It is about so much more than just illness.
Unconditional love. Quiet courage. The absence of answers about human existence, in particular: âWhy me?â And the ability to persevere in the face of indomitable odds.
Iâve always thought it scary and humbling, the number of glitches the human body can experience. And yet, nothing is more motivating than the resilience of the human spirit.
âBetween stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.â -Viktor Frankl
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Watch Breaâs incredibly inspiring TED talk, check out her documentary Unrest on Netflix, and embrace the gratitude and privilege of not struggling with an invisible illness. And if you do have one, then I hope you emulate Breaâs example to educate our world, while continuing to live with courage, compassion, and integrity.
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