Living voiceless for several weeks affected my daily routines and my personal life greatly. As an organised person, things didn’t take the time they used to take, which killed me. I started to write on a copybook to communicate with my family members, which consumed time more than speaking. Trying to write fast to save time, they often complained from not understanding my handwriting, which multiplied my anger. To ensure that my children don’t miss the school bus, I woke up earlier to have more time and still we would collide because they couldn’t understand what I wanted to say in my writings. With the home delivery services in my country, I used to order the grocery, my fruits, the dry cleaner, almost everything via phone calls. This was no longer possible. I would wait for my kids to come back from school to make the calls. With their voices revealing their young age, people would hang the lines on the other side, mistakenly thinking that they are playing tricks and replying: “you’re too young to place orders”. I got stuck, I couldn’t run my life independently and as organised as it used to be. I collapsed.
My best friend upon my call granted me a visit in which she talked to my kids about our new circumstances. She explained how they needed to act more independently in the morning while getting ready for school and in their afternoon tasks. My sister and I agreed that I will text her with all my needs and she will make the calls instead of me.
Asking for help was one of the lessons I learned. I shouldn’t have waited till I collapse before asking for support. When facing a hardship, I learned to call my support team; my family and close friends. I would explain to them my struggles, brainstorm possible solutions and discuss the help each one can offer.
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