The Heartbreak of Saying Goodbye to My Career

The Heartbreak of Saying Goodbye to My Career

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Preparing for a new school year looks a lot like countless trips to Target, staying up all hours of the night going through Pinterest ideas, creating laminated posters, developing different behavioral plans, creating a positive behavior program for all students, looking at the upcoming meetings, feeling overwhelmed, having pre-first-day nightmares, and so much more. This was how August used to be for me as a teacher. Just a year out of college, I worked as a special education teacher in the same school district for two and a half years. But my dream of being a teacher quickly came to an end when I was unable to handle the physical demands on my body.

Many doctors told me to stop working, but I pushed against this medical advice to the extreme. I tried convincing myself that I was better. I tried to prove that I was “fine.” If I actually listened to my body, I knew I was run down. I knew I was too exhausted at the end of the day to even make it up the flight of stairs at home. My body was weak from the chronic conditions I have as well as the acute viruses I easily caught from being around children. After so many back-and-forth arguments with my doctors and my therapist, who were all looking out for my best interest, I swallowed my pride and knew they were right.

Last year, I was preparing to start up again with my oxygen. I quickly realized that just a few short hours of work left me feeling as though I was ready to collapse. My body had enough. Having oxygen in a classroom is doable, but it’s a definite distraction for many students. It’s difficult to be on my feet most of the day. Whether people realize it or not, most teachers do not sit on their butts all day! Teaching not only requires physical energy, it also requires mental alertness. I’m sure many PH fighters know firsthand that some days our mental fog will get the best of us.

Hearing my doctors tell me that teaching was too much and that they were going to get everything signed for disability felt like my worst failure. In the moment, I felt incredibly sad and broken, as if a huge part of me was gone. Five years at a top college with a four-year degree and a double major and THIS was my life? It didn’t seem real. It felt like a bad dream, and admittedly still does.

When I actually stopped to think about the decision to “retire” at the age of 26, I knew it was the best decision. This was a way to take some control of my health. Constantly battling illnesses didn’t allow me to focus on getting stronger mentally and physically. After being out of work, I didn’t necessarily feel “better.” My condition isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. But, having more time for myself gives me the freedom to actually take care of myself.

Saying goodbye was heartbreaking in ways I can’t explain. I am so blessed that I had, and still have, my work family who support me on my hardest days. Saying goodbye to my career was a way of putting my own needs first. It wasn’t a matter of “I need a break from work.” It was a matter of “if I continue working my health will deteriorate greatly and I won’t be able to do the things I need to do in order to survive this.”

My decision to say goodbye was selfless and honest. It was devastating and broke me down. Teaching can’t be my career right now. All I can do is take care of myself, listen to my body, and not fight against it. I can no longer push it to the extreme just to prove that I can. I can hope that one day, maybe soon, maybe 10 years down the line, they will find a “fix” or cure and I can get back to having first-day-of-school nightmares again!

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4 comments

  1. Andrea Rice says:

    Boy do I have compassion 4 you, 26 that’s really rough 2 deal with. I, 2 had 2 say goodbye 2 my career in my 40’s after a really bad car accident that led me to PTSD. Was told I can’t be around children in the classroom anymore and I was devastated. The car accident started my body on a downhill spiral every 3 years getting something new 2 deal with. The first was 2 blood clots in my right lung (most clots start in the legs, mine didn’t) was on medicine 4 whole year and they left. 3 years later after that is when I was diagnosed with PH and I was really mad. I wasn’t in denial of the illness because I feel the shortness of breath when I walk around and see the swollen feet now have. I have realistic expectations of what I can and can’t do now. I know I’m gonna croak from this illness one day and wish it could be everyday. With the combination of PH and PTSD I live a reclusive life, and the person I once was that enjoyed teaching and children is long gone now. I’m quite the opposite, have no interest 2 see or be around children, when I see one I will turn and walk away, don’t have the patience and have small fits of rage over the slightest thing. I exist, don’t live life 2 the fullest potential. I have little interests in little things that’s it. Still waiting 4 disability’s decision, anyone out there have had 2 wait a long time 4 disability 2 get approved for this illness?

  2. Lori says:

    I am grateful that I am still able to teach, but I don’t know for how much longer. I have the advantage of having tiny classes (usually five or less) so I can sit during most of my duties (I also have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and my joints tend to dislocate without warning when walking or standing.) At this point I commit to one semester at a time. At age 47 I am in my 18th year of teaching and know that I will probably not live long enough to reach retirement. My husband is disabled and I am the breadwinner, so I am trying to keep the bills paid, but disability is looming large in my future. I hope all works out well for you.

  3. Randy Reynolds says:

    My heart goes out to these three women. Perhaps I am more fortunate as my CTEPH did not hit me until I had been retired for a year. So I can count my blessings. There have been many opportunities to continue contributing but like all of us with PH it is a challenge. My hope is to be able to change my expectations and accept where I am.

    It seems to me that depression and anxiety will exacerbate any other physical issues but especially this disease. My prayer is that we all get the strength and courage required to live and in some small way be productive. When I get asked why don’t I go back to doing what I loved to do my explanation is something that they can understand. No one understands Pulmonary Hypertension even my closest friends.

    Bless you all

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