![]() ![]() “When you’re ready to begin the procedure, simply push the button. She pointed to the button, looking at me, and blatantly ignoring my brother. She pulled wires from either side of the button’s base, and attached the wires to both of us using circular nodules on our temples. The nurse walked over with a hospital table, and placed a small button in the middle of the tray. And I wanted to understand what was trapped underneath those glances. ![]() He was still in there, even if he couldn’t speak. I looked at my brother, who looked back at me, his eyes able to move when the rest of him couldn’t. The nurse pointed to the bed next to him, and instructed me to lie down. The nurse nodded her head and led me to the procedure room, where my brother was already prepped and waiting in a hospital bed. “I’m ready,” I stated with a quivering voice. Gaining my resolve, I stuck my head out of the exam room and called the nurse. They have every reason to take extra precautions. I shook my head as if to force out the anxiety. (A Mile In Someone’s Shoes), was relying heavily on these trials being successful in order to take the new technology public. The program was in its infancy, still in clinical trials. The ECT program offered such insight, medically placing my consciousness within my brother’s body, and his in mine, for a short and predetermined amount of time.īut now, holding the proverbial key to my brother’s mind in my hands, I grew nervous. I desperately wanted to understand what he was going through, so that I could provide the best level of care as his primary caregiver. Temporarily swapping bodies with my brother, who had been quadriplegic and nonverbal since the accident 8 years ago, had seemed like the miracle answer I’d been searching for. I opened the pamphlet to review the information, making certain I hadn’t missed any details. “ECT: Helping Caregivers Gain Insight and Understanding Through Cutting-Edge Technology.” Their outfits complimented the background color of the brochure, which was most certainly on purpose. Both were beaming with perfectly straight teeth in their perfectly symmetrical mouths. The front of the pamphlet pictured a young woman standing next to an older woman in a wheelchair. Left in the sterile white room alone, I looked back down at my pamphlet on ECT, or Empathic Core Training. The nurse bustled out the door and down the hall, her non-skid shoes squeaking as she walked. You take your time, and be sure it’s what you want.” ![]() I know it’s an intimidating decision, and the ECT program isn’t for everyone. “Sure, just give me a few minutes to pump myself up.” I looked down at the pamphlet in my hands, then back up at the nurse. “Are you ready? We have everything set for the procedure.” *This story includes strong language, and includes themes of panic and being trapped* ![]()
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