Biography 1976 – 2013

Elizabeth photo biographyElizabeth Charlotte Bogod was unique in her energy, passions, innovations, initiatives and insights. There are many to this day in Victoria who will attest to the help she gave to them on their paths to wellness.  Kind, gentle, loving, intuitive, deeply thoughtful, compassionate and forgiving, Elizabeth was always at the ready for those experiencing difficulties, fighting with courage and conviction for their needs and rights. She was known throughout the Victoria Mental Health Community for her advocacy and for the inspiration she gave to so many in their own battles. At a time when she was, herself, in immense emotional pain, she went for help to Psychiatric Emergency Services at the Archie Courtnall Centre, Victoria, where she was greeted by a social worker, “So you are Elizabeth Bogod, I am proud to meet you”. At her memorial ceremony, there were over 100 people.  It is said the value of one’s life is often seen in the numbers who attend one’s memorial.

Elizabeth was born a 9.5 lb beautiful, cute, baby girl.  Specifically, people would remark about the deep brown of her eyes.  When she was three months old, something flashed white in this baby’s mouth. It was a little alarming to think possibly she might have ingested some foreign body. She had. It was two teeth!

At the start of her second year, the family left the UK to go for two years to live in South Africa (as a result of a company transfer). They rented a house which came as a package with two staff  (Rosemary, our African Nannie with Elizabetha maid/nanny and a garden boy).  Elizabeth spent most of her first two years enfolded in a colourful blanket on the back of the household African maid, Rosemary, while this African “mother”, as is the custom, went about her household chores. When the assignment finished, as the family bade goodbye to Rosemary,    it was somewhat disconcerting to hear her reply the only thing she would really miss was her baby girl!   Elizabeth, of course, remembered none of this and was only able to see photographs. She regretted very much that she was too young to remember the African experience.

Elizabeth was three when she came to Canada. At playgroup, the teacher said Elizabeth had asked for her ‘broekies’ and she did not know what she meant. The teacher was told this was the Afrikaner word for underwear!

Between three and four, Elizabeth was great friends with another three/four year called David. It was neat to watch the two playing together oblivious of gender difference, swimming naked in our pool in the heat of the Toronto summer.  But, as is convention, all had to come to an end when both started kindergarten because it is non-u for boys to be seen playing with girls. This was perhaps  the first of Elizabeth’s social disappointments.

As a child, Elizabeth took ballet and Suzuki piano. There is a posting in the Photo Gallery on this Web Site of her in her tutu.  It is suspected she inherited some of her maternal Grandmother’s musical ear but she never really explored music. She was much more interested in the visual arts and, of course, her passion for horses.

She was much loved by her older siblings.  There was an age difference of ten years between Elizabeth and her older brother, Nicholas, and six years with her older sister, Karen. Elizabeth adored her big brother and spent many happy hours with his trendy teenage friends as they partied in “the night club”, as the basement room was known in the area.  Karen was elated when, at school, she received a call from the Principal that she had a new baby sister and industriously set to as the mother and nurse – for the parents, sometimes a little nerve-wracking!  Both girls were into dressing Barbie dolls, passing many hours with their hairdo’s, their fashions. When an identical dress could be purchased to fit an 11 year old and a 5 year old, the two proudly transitioned into twins.

Elizabeth did not walk until she was just over two but did a curious shuffle around on her btm. A little concerned, she was taken to an orthopedic surgeon who dangled her by her fingers like a monkey and confirmed all was okay – just a question of time.  She also had small talking difficulties – a spoon came out as a “poon” and two consonants together such as “th” (“three” sounded as “free”).  Speech Therapy classes resolved all but the “free”.  At five, there were beginning to be signs of difference.  She could not write her name and she could not count to more than ten while most others kids of her age could count to more than one hundred.  The kindergarten teacher made contact and the result was that Elizabeth was held back to repeat kindergarten. There was half-day kindergarten both in the mornings and in the afternoons and Elizabeth, who had been attending the morning sessions, now, found herself doing morning and afternoon sessions – a full day. Read her write up on “LD” and you will see in her own words this is the first time she, herself, appreciated her difference.

Elizabeth was challenged by neural deficits and learning disabilities. These took the form of slow processing skills and presented as a slightly slower reaction to situations and settings which, with some, set her apart as ‘different’, difficulty with humor, understanding body language and facial recognition, poor gross motor skills (sports were majorly difficult).  Math and French were problems as was handwriting which was slow (she was left-handed and never did find a way to hand-write, only to print).  Thanks to the introduction of the personal computer, she was saved embarrassment and was, indeed, a fast keyboarder.  These were not just childhood challenges but were permanent disabilities which affected her adult day-to-day life in very real ways.  And, as if these problems were not enough, there was another problem. Elizabeth throughout her adolescence had Crohn’s Disease, the nature of this illness is an embarrassment for anyone but particularly to a teenager.

Elizabeth had a remarkable intellect. She loved nothing better than good conversation, discussion, offered well thought-out philosophies and logical insights into topics of the day – even politics. Verbally and creatively she had above average abilities but it was always within that mixture of innate social deficits which impacted her day-to-day living.  In a shopping mall, she would find difficulty in taking 10% (or even more difficult, 15%) off a marked-down item.  A competition skill-testing  question – (3 x 10)-(1 x 3) would baffle her.  It was not that she could not add or subtract, no, this was not so at all – it was the speed of processing involved to do the math.

Her deficits restricted her from the kind of usual jobs students and young people take. There was no way she could process a cash register so retail work was out as was an office job where attention to detail was involved. She took a job as a bus girl at a seniors’ retirement complex and was fired for slowness. She took a job as a house-cleaner and the same thing happened, fired for slowness. All this had an enormous effect on her self-confidence to the extent that she was very much in trepidation at applying for any job. At community college, her deficits affected the multi-tasking a student has to do to listen while making handwritten notes. Disability Support at the College provided her with what was termed ‘an accommodation’ – a scribe.  It is so understandable when she said that having a scribe in class was embarrassing. However, her high IQ, took her to pass her college course with honors and to make the Dean’s Honors List. In fact, she was one of the two students who were asked to discuss with the professors the efficacy of the program at the end of the school year.

At school, Elizabeth experienced horrific school bullying, rejection and isolation. In those days, there were no policies on school bullying – it was all said to be part of the course in growing up.  Her parents spoke with school staff about the bullying.   At one appointment with a school principal, the bully was called in to the Principal’s Office and asked to apologize to Elizabeth, which he did only later, outside the Principal’s office,  to repeat the same bullying!!  A well-meaning teacher addressed the students in Elizabeth’s class to say that Elizabeth needed a friend and were there any candidates?  The taunting that resulted in the playground was immeasurably cruel. The results of bullying, of rejection, of exclusion, were to remain with Elizabeth her whole life.  Children are said not to tell their family about bullying but the family knew that Elizabeth’s childhood school friendships and friendships with even same age neighbors’ children, were sparse and inconsistent and did learn from Elizabeth about the bullying. The picture Elizabeth drew when she was 20, depicting her sitting on the school steps in the playground, graphically illustrates the trauma bullying caused her. Look under the Post, “The Face of Loneliness” to see this picture captioned: “Why won’t anybody play with me?”

Doubtless, if Elizabeth had a cast on one hand, classroom students would have been quick to rush to scribble their names on it, but her deficits were not visible. Had she had this cast on her wrist inscribed “invisibly disabled”,  she might have elicited sympathy even empathy, but such visible signs were not apparent. However, the invisible signs could be perceived by those who wanted to see. Her difficulties in recognizing social cues and her slow response times made  interpersonal relationships a problem.

Horrific as bullying is, it should be said that some of the isolation she experienced, both at school and in her adulthood, was the result of the innate nature of us, as human beings, to ‘include’ those with whom we best fit and ‘exclude’ those with whom we do not which  applies to children as well as adults.  For example, we may like that person, “Gertrude” but there is something about her that isn’t quite for us, so “Gertrude”, nice as she is,  is not a part of our social circle.

Likened to the two ends of the Poles – at the South Pole, there was Elizabeth, the brilliant, creative, passionate and driven. At the North Pole, there was the Elizabeth neurally disabled, traumatized, overwhelmingly emotioned, unable to understand herself or others. Both Poles collided in the middle, and it was at this middle point, she was unable to make the two connect to happiness and fulfillment. The North and South Poles were simply incompatible leaving a brilliant young woman struggling.

Elizabeth excelled verbally.  She was selected to represent her school in public speaking and we remember, proudly, attending this.  She did really well.  No notes, right off the cuff.  A precursor to the future, she became an accomplished public speaker giving innumerable community presentations and a radio interview (see attached the CFAX radio sound file).

Elizabeth had an extraordinary connection to horses. Her most happy times, as a child, were spent at the stables and well remembered are those wintry, freezing Toronto days,  waiting for her to “tack up” or  “muck out”!!  In fact, she loved all animals.  One birthday, it was  decided to give her a hamster. She had no idea what her gift was to be. Asked to go into the basement to find something special there, she found a hamster in a cage and her elation was magic to behold. In her final years, she was able to have a cat.  She decided to get a rescue cat from the SPCA.  To select “her” cat, she spent one afternoon a week for three weeks, sitting on the floor in a room at the SPCA where the more sociable cats were allowed to wander freely. Each time, one specific cat would come to her lap. His name was Charlie. “This is my cat”, she said, “Charlie”.  Charlie was nine years old and it is a sad tale. He lived with Elizabeth precisely one year and because of sickness had to be put down. Elizabeth took it sadly but well. She had given an unwanted cat, who because of its age would likely have remained unadopted in the SPCA, a loving home until his death. (See the Post,  “Charlie” – the Story of Elizabeth’s Cat).

Elizabeth was exceptionally talented as an artist and a poet.  Examples of her work, e.g. “The Tree”, are included on this website. Originally, “The Tree” was narrated by a professional narrator (and we give our profound thanks to Shoshana Litman for the immense amount of time she spent with Elizabeth to record this narration).  It was subsequently made into a Power Point Presentation with video and sound. However, technology is not that dependable and sound and music have somehow detached and it will take a great deal of work to connect up together. Elizabeth would have had no difficulty doing it – technically, computer-wise, she was a whiz. Christmas 2012, she showed the complete Presentation to her nephew and nieces in Toronto and they were all three entranced for 30 minutes. Someone who read her Veggie Poetry said she will never look at a potato in the same way again!

Elizabeth had a long, frustrating and stressful journey, most times a fruitless one, with the Mental Health System. It took a long time to diagnose her illness. She was frequently taken to Psychiatric Emergency Services and constantly discharged as being – dare one call it – fake or as, it was said, “acting out”.   Eventually, the diagnosis – Borderline Personality Disorder (“BPD”) was arrived at. When eventually, she had a diagnosis, she was elated.  At last, she could put some work into helping herself – and, of course, being Elizabeth, to helping others.

A natural follow-on to her work as an advocate for those with mental illness, was to go to Camosun Community College, Victoria, to achieve her Mental Health Worker Certificate. She then worked as a Peer Support Worker and a workshop facilitator at the Victoria Branch of British Columbia Schizophrenia Society. Here she devised, wrote and facilitated an 18 week workshop. Some of the many ‘peer clients’ who are indebted to her for her outstanding, caring and professional help are to be seen under the Post “Thank You for Your Condolences”.

Elizabeth pioneered the frontiers of the mental health system in Victoria, challenging it to revisit itself.   She long maintained that those with the experience of mental illness were best equipped to help those in distress. She was a strong advocate for the Peer Support System, maintaining that those who have had personal experience of mental health are better able to support others. She researched the then current treatment for BPD and found a skills program called Dialectical Behavioral Therapy (DBT) created by Marsha Linehan, a Washington University Professor.  DBT leans toward validating emotions as a therapeutic approach into a disorder which is about overwhelming emotions.   DBT is perhaps the major of the four psycho-therapies for BPD which, while incorporating cognitive therapy, has a different approach, that of validating emotions while offering the skills to help deal with them.  With her own researched knowledge, Elizabeth created and built the New Light Recovery Program, an 18 week skills training program based on Dialectical Behavioral Skills for those who have overwhelming emotions.  In 2014, it was still running as a Program (thanks to the BC Schizophrenia Society, Victoria Branch) and had a waiting list for admission.

She co-founded the Borderline Personality Disorder Society of British Columbia, a non-profit peer-led society to advocate and support the cause of BPD.  She also started and facilitated a weekly Support Group for those with BPD to which family members, significant others, and friends are encouraged to participate. This group continues to run today.  Participants at this group have said it is the one place they can go and feel not judged, really accepted and safe.

Elizabeth hated the label “Borderline Personality Disorder”. She felt the words in no way described the nature of the disorder. In her view, those with BPD are neither at the border nor do they have a personality disorder, it is a disorder of overwhelming emotions. She felt it was very discriminating and the public perception was that of a bad personality, even a bad person.  She wrote to the American Psychiatric Association, the professional body responsible for the DSM (the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Psychiatric Disorders) about changing the label to Emotional Dysregulation Disorder and also did an online petition.  To-date, there has been no official change except it is understood the word “Personality” will be eliminated in the next reprint and the disorder known as Borderline Disorder but many doctors and patients prefer to call it Emotional Dysregulation Disorder.

Elizabeth you did so much for others in the short time you were here despite your very serious challenges and we are proud of you.  Your innovations to help others, your creativity, your writings, your poetry, your artwork will live on. Your technical expertise, your ideology, your passions, the many peers you have served so well, are here in positive and visible ways. You will not be forgotten. The world is a much better place for having had you in it. How many of us can say the same?  You have left a legacy and you will live on in many hearts and in many practical ways.  Thank you.

21 Responses to Biography 1976 – 2013

  1. Chris Jacot says:

    Beautiful spirit.
    She will be greatly missed.

  2. Tim Finlason says:

    Elizabeth was my family. She was one of the few that always laughed at my goofy jokes. Ten years ago Elizabeth spent a year away from Victoria living with Karyne and I. I am grateful that I was able to spend that time with her because I really got to know who Elizabeth was. On one side she was a fireball of knowledge always expressing her take on current affairs, mental illness, politics and life in general. We had long conversations. On the other side was this artist…..wanting to express her feelings in as many creative ways she could. Some positive, some negative. Yet she was just a girl trying to find herself and hopefully a little piece of happiness. She didn’t ask for much. Elizabeth stood up for what she believed in and made a huge difference in people lives. How many of us can say the same? I look up to Elizabeth and I wish I could tell her how much I respect her and love her. I remember hugging her, always giving her kisses, laughing with her, sometimes crying with her……I always hoped that Elizabeth would find love and happiness. All I know now is that the world will not be the same without Elizabeth and I am so sorry that she is gone. Elizabeth my love, if you are listening, I want you to know that we all love you so much and we may not have told as much as we should have……but we do and we will miss you forever and ever.

  3. ann sine says:

    Elizabeth, where do I start? I am so very sorry I was so sick that I wasn’t able to see you in the end. You never knew of the catatonic anxiety I was dealing with. I kept saying I’ll phone her when this anxiety gets better. Then, two weeks before you passed away, I felt this urge to call you, but again I wanted to be strong for you and I put it off. I thought I had time to do this. When I heard of your passing, neighbors heard my wailing – my son cried too. I was unable to walk due to the pain on your funeral day, the arthritis had gotten bad. Now I think how much better we both would have been had I called you. I will learn from your drive, my sweet dear friend, one of the two true friends I had. I am devastated anew by your loss every morning when I wake. You were my mentor, my best friend, you helped my sister, you helped me. I love you so much, Elizabeth. I wish I’d been healthier so I could have seen you. Love to your family, big hugs to your mum and dad. Paul and I talk of you endlessly. I measure my friends now. I compare them to you, very few compare. Thank you, Elizabeth, thank you. You had the voice of an angel because you are one. Love you very much. Hugs and much love to your family.

  4. To Elizabeth,

    I now know your life’s tributes and your hardships. You persevered when confronted with adversity in your life for so long. I know how you felt when faced with these challenges in life as I too faced many of the same. Giving up is always an option in our lives however we sometimes find a reason to carry on. Oh my darling how I wish you had found a reason to smile during your sad time.

    Over the last Christmas we had together in Toronto, I remember your beautiful eyes that sparkled when we spoke about literally anything. Our passion for horses, the love of our nieces and nephew and our keen interests in the Arts. You won me over with your passion, depth, courage and laughter.

    In this world, you were my sister-in-law. In our family and my heart you were just my sister. I will miss you tremendously and I think of you often. I’m honored to have you as my family and utterly blessed to call you my friend.

    Ride on my little cowgirl, I will see you again on the open range.

    Love your brother

    • judyb200 says:

      Thank you, Sean. Karen’s marriage to the Finlason family opened up a whole new family for Elizabeth – a wonderful family, full of love, feeling, dedication, united, able to pull together at times of need, and best of all caring for others, both in the family but also in the wider world. We owe a lot to the Finlasons who made it possible for Elizabeth to experience happiness – particularly when we were all together for those Christmas times. Judy and Philip

  5. Patty Milne says:

    Dear Elizabeth,
    You were a wonderful friend, awesome person, and an inspiration to all. We miss you and pray that you are finally at peace.

  6. Caroline Harris says:

    I am so glad we were able to see Elizabeth last Christmas on what would turn out to be her last visit to Toronto. She seemed well and happy; that is the Elizabeth I will remember. Judy’s moving and wonderful biography will ensure that the memory of a talented young woman with a beautiful spirit who left us too soon will live on.

  7. Mikhail Bogod says:

    Nor relative, nor Canadian, just wearing the same second name and, now, having a great grief of missing such a person like Liz. With whom we are staying after the best of the best are passing away, being so kind, intelligent, brilliant, brave, adored and surprisingly unprotected?
    “You wasn’t right, You’ve burned everything in hour. And in hour Your fire went out. But It became warmer to everybody during this one hour”.

  8. judyb200 says:

    Mikhail, you are now officially family. Your beautiful, caring and insightful words have moved us all. Thank you from the Bogods of Canada.

  9. Paul Gilbert says:

    Dearest Elizabeth,
    I feel your absence always…yet, I still often hear you and feel your presence… I wish I could believe in afterwards. I never guessed you would flee into that dark and never guessed that the lifetime we planned to share would be irretrievably cut away. I’m still here cherishing, loving, and missing you. Farewell my love, until we share oblivion.

    • judyb200 says:

      Thank you, Paul. I can feel your courage. There is not an hour, not a day when we do not think of Elizabeth and also think of you. I wrote to you some time ago but, as I did not hear from you, I assumed you were moving on. Know that we are always here for you, any time, always, you just have to say.

      I find it helps to advocate for that which was not in place at the time. I am working hard for change at provincial and local level, from the inside with those with power to effect change. There is new solidarity on psycho-social rehabilitation and its importance to recovery. I will make change happen. That is how I can best serve my daughter. Stand by for further news!

  10. Nick Bogod says:

    My Dearest Elizabeth, you are still in my thoughts all the time – you will always have a special place in my heart reserved just for you – I wish you and Kate could have met. I also want to honor the great effort of my parents, Judy and Philip Bogod, in the creation of this exceptional memorial website that carries on in memory of your existence, honoring your creativity, and all those whose lives you touched and influenced for the better. Never forgotten. Love always…Nick.

  11. Andy E. Nystrom says:

    I only just found out about this. Devastated to hear that. I met her in 1997 as part of InterAction. Between her disabilities and my Asperger’s we drove each other nuts but we kept on finding ourselves working together. Things were always awkward between us and she eventually ended the friendship, but I could never stop seeing the good person she was and always hoped for a reconciliation. I did try to reach out to her one last time in 2012, trying to Friend her on Facebook and left a message to let her know I still cared, but it was probably too late by then. I wish I could have been a better friend to her, that our disabilities didn’t keep colliding. And I wish I could have let her know I still cared while she could have still received the message.

    • judyb200 says:

      Thank you, Andy, your name strikes a chord. It means so much to Elizabeth’s dad and myself to have people still remembering Elizabeth. It keeps Elizabeth alive in our hearts. Do not feel sorry – you reflect what we all know that Elizabeth had a short fuse. What a pity she did not acknowledge your friendship because if anyone needed friends, it was she. With best wishes to you that you have found happiness and fulfillment. Thank you again.

  12. Sheila Baxter says:

    Dear Judy and Philip, My thoughts are with you and Elizabeth at this time, as they have been many times over the past three years. I did not know Elizabeth well, but I am in awe of her many accomplishments and her deep devotion for helping others, It is sad that she could not overcome her own pain. This website is a beautiful tribute to her and to your love for her. I cannot imagine your loss and what you go through each and every day. Please accept my heartfelt condolences.

    • judyb200 says:

      Thank you so much, Sheila, for thinking of us. As we draw near to the fourth anniversary of Elizabeth’s passing, it is said time heals. It doesn’t. We just go on. As you say, Elizabeth had so much brilliance. If only she could have stayed here a little longer, she would know there is much that is better in those four years.The prospect coming of a Pathways International Clubhouse to Victoria, a place for young adults with trauma to find inclusion, friendship, motivation and a way to lead a happy, active and fun life is exciting news. It is knowing there are those, such as yourself, that acknowledge the gifts of our beautiful daughter, that helps us to cope and to continue to fight for better times. Thank you.

      Judy and Philip

  13. Paul Gilbert says:

    Death is an angel with two faces; to us he turns a face of terror, blighting all things fair; the other burns with glory of the stars, and love is there.
    ~ T. C. Williams

  14. FRANCES L BEARD says:

    RIP Elizabeth. Reading abut you inspired me to work differently…


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