SFAUC - 18Disabled

“Drawing Hands”, Litograph by M.C. Escher, 1948.

I am, by nature, right handed, or right hand dominant would be the better term, I guess, since I’ve almost always used both hands. At some point in my childhood, it occured to me that it was a bit odd for people to have one hand that did everything and one that just sort of hung around like an awkward kid waiting to get picked for a team.“Let’s see, we need another hand to balance out the body. We’ve already got one that writes, draws, throws, holds the silverware, swings a hammer, and so on. (Sigh) Come on over here kid. Welcome to the team, just stay over there out of the way and we’ll call you if we need a nail held or something”.

That’s not to imply that I ever used both hands equally; just that I made a conscious effort to employ my non-dominant one. For example, I never took the time to learn to write legibly with my left hand, (some would say I never did with my right one either), but I regularly ate, drank, opened doors, etc with it so as to keep it useful.

This came in handy (pun 100% intended) in the SFAUC instructor job I talked about last week. All the instructors had to know how to competently use their non-dominant hand because we regularly made students perform tasks with theirs. Should your dominant hand/arm be out of action, the time to figure out how to shoot, reload, put on a tourniquet, etc with your other one is not the moment when your life depends on it.

Since there were almost always a few left handed students in every class, all military weapons are made for right handers, and we were usually short on left handed instructors, I put some extra effort into learning to shoot (somewhat naturally and competently), left handed so that I could demonstrate for the lefties as well as the righties. I must have faked it pretty well, because a visiting instructor from another group pulled me aside one day and remarked, “You can shoot with either hand? I didn’t know you were amphibious.”.

Really, in the grand scheme of things, that wasn’t so bad. Over the years, I’ve been called ambiguous, ambivalent, and even androgenous by people impressed by the fact that I use my left hand for something other than a wedding ring holder, but the truth is, I am not ambidextrous.

I would like to be. Multiple sclerosis hit my right side first and even though it eventually affected both sides, the right is definitely the most impaired. I am now MSbidextrous. Yes, I just made that up. No, I’m not going to try to copyright or trademark it. What I mean is….what I needed a new word for is MS forcing my non-dominant hand into a dominant role. Maybe dominant isn’t the right word. If my left hand wasn’t impaired at all and if I were truly ambidextrous, then “dominant” would fit the bill. Since neither of those is the case and instead, I’m forced by MS to primarily use the hand it impairs the least, I needed a more fitting word.

The shoe’s on the other foot…….well actually, the glove’s on the other hand now. I’m mostly typing this left handed and having to make myself occasionally use what was once my dominant hand. I suppose I can’t really call it that anymore, but I guess I still think of myself as right handed even if MS has made me an awkward, unwilling lefty.

The 33% Rule

I think I’ve mentioned before that I taught a little between trips overseas. Each Special Forces Group has a training detachment and I was assigned to my Group’s for a couple years, first as the detachment medic and later as an instructor for the various courses. If reality is the great humbler, then for me, anyway, teaching is a close second. This is probably because the most important thing I learned from being an instructor was how much I didn’t know. I learned a lot of other things by teaching, but the lesson I want to pass on to you today is what we called the 33% rule.

SFAUC was one of the courses I taught and one of the first blocks of instruction was a deliberate load process for both carbine and pistol. This is the slow and…….deliberate set of steps you’d take to not only ready your equipment, but check its functionality. When your life depends on it, is not the time to discover that something is loose, needs new batteries, etc. Even though it’s separate from the fast reload you’d do in the heat of the moment, all the motions are the same, giving you one last muscle memory rehearsal before showtime.

I usually gave the safety brief first thing in the morning and since it was short and the deliberate load sequence was next, it was only natural that I continue straight to it. I would talk through the steps, giving a reason for each, because SF guys always seem to want to know why they’re doing something. Then I would demonstrate the process slowly, talking through each step again. Finally, I would demonstrate it at normal speed while just saying the steps. After that, we’d walk over to the firing line, the head instructor, over a PA system, would give the command to perform a deliberate load and begin calling out the steps, ……….and Every. Single. Student. Would. Do. Most. Of. It. Wrong.

The first time I observed this, I shook my head in utter confoundment and remarked to a more senior instructor, “I don’t understand. I just went over this five minutes ago. That guy did steps 1-3 right, but none of the rest, that one only got the last 3 right, and that one screwed up everything but the middle ”.

“Oh yeah”, he told me. “That’s the 33% rule. See, only 33% of the class is paying attention to you at any one time and it’s never the same 33% at the same time. Some only hear the first part, some only hear the last part and some only catch the middle ”.

“Wait, that’s only 99%”.

“Ah, yes, that 1% that’s left…….they weren’t listening to a word you said”.

Unbeknownst to me, training elite soldiers helped prepare me for a particularly frustrating part of MS; explaining it to others. No, my past experiences don’t help me explain it any better, but it’s some comfort to understand why a given person only absorbed 33% of my explanation.

Come to think of it, it’s flattering, actually. I’ve only known I had MS since 2014 and I don’t begin to know or understand 100% of it. Throw in the individual variability of it; my MS is not the same as yours, as her’s…etc and it’s downright impressive that someone who asked, grasped even 33% of my rambling explanation.

As for the remaining 1%, I’ve reached a point where I think I can gauge whether someone’s actually interested, or if they’re just conforming to the societal norm of saying something polite. I get why you feel that you should say something, or feel like it would be rude not to ask a question. Please understand though, if you ask a 1% question, you will get a 1% answer.

“I’m fine”, “It’s fine”, “Oh, can’t complain”, etc, etc, etc