Saturday, June 13, 2015
When I squeeze your fingers, relax your hand, then it won't hurt.
It wze the kid's fingers and I remembeeternity, but I am sure the whole ordeal took about 90 seconds. The teacher opened the door, and the class filed in quietlyng with me when I was little.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Where All The Scapegoats Gather Around The Water Cooler
direct manifestation of childhood dynamics waaayyy beyond my control...?
I spend time on here, reading articles, websites, whathaveyou, and I am always strangely comforted by the comment section. If you are reading this, you know what I mean. Where all of the scapegoats gather round the proverbial water cooler. God, the stories are heart wrenching! I am not even at the point where I can say "I have begun healing". I am in the shellshock stage, where I am just coming to grips with whatthefuck has traing to find answers, or at least something I could grab onto, and say, yep! t all terms as many of us are~depression, anxiety and , quite actually, I will throw in the VERY FIRST diagnosis I ever received from a doctor, and that was PoAlong the way, in the 1990s until 2010, I have steadily been in therapy with the diagnosis of depression and anxiety and ADD (because I have issues with focusing, getting things done..) and am nicely medicated, thankyouverymuch.
THAT SAID, the one back in 1984 GOT IT RIGHT, I believe. Because PTSD is depressionanxietyADD and a bag ust that the tail was wagging the dog, you know? The doc spent time with me I coughed that up at one of our sessions, so that helped, I guess. But, like I said, tail wagging the motherf****g dog. .. who would have guessed the right, but what is really a mindf*** is this-if only the incest was my albatross, cuz y'all ...it is f****g 2015HERE FINALLY NAILED IT! SOMEONE ATE THEIR GOD***N WHEATIES BEFORE LISTENING TO ALL THEIR CLIENTS AND SOMEONE FINALLY CONNECTED THE MOTHERF****G DOTS. GAME OVER. IT IS DONE. SOMEONE GOT IT RIit? This, to me, is the AIDS/HIV of psychiatry...nothing short of revolutionary and should change the WHOLE GOD*** FIELD OF PSYCHOLOGY. And we were here, right? Like freaking Dallas Buyers Club, THAT GUY. THAT'S US! Me and you. Here at ground zero, trying to muddle our way through the trenches. I say
I spend time on here, reading articles, websites, whathaveyou, and I am always strangely comforted by the comment section. If you are reading this, you know what I mean. Where all of the scapegoats gather round the proverbial water cooler. God, the stories are heart wrenching! I am not even at the point where I can say "I have begun healing". I am in the shellshock stage, where I am just coming to grips with whatthefuck has traing to find answers, or at least something I could grab onto, and say, yep! t all terms as many of us are~depression, anxiety and , quite actually, I will throw in the VERY FIRST diagnosis I ever received from a doctor, and that was PoAlong the way, in the 1990s until 2010, I have steadily been in therapy with the diagnosis of depression and anxiety and ADD (because I have issues with focusing, getting things done..) and am nicely medicated, thankyouverymuch.
THAT SAID, the one back in 1984 GOT IT RIGHT, I believe. Because PTSD is depressionanxietyADD and a bag ust that the tail was wagging the dog, you know? The doc spent time with me I coughed that up at one of our sessions, so that helped, I guess. But, like I said, tail wagging the motherf****g dog. .. who would have guessed the right, but what is really a mindf*** is this-if only the incest was my albatross, cuz y'all ...it is f****g 2015HERE FINALLY NAILED IT! SOMEONE ATE THEIR GOD***N WHEATIES BEFORE LISTENING TO ALL THEIR CLIENTS AND SOMEONE FINALLY CONNECTED THE MOTHERF****G DOTS. GAME OVER. IT IS DONE. SOMEONE GOT IT RIit? This, to me, is the AIDS/HIV of psychiatry...nothing short of revolutionary and should change the WHOLE GOD*** FIELD OF PSYCHOLOGY. And we were here, right? Like freaking Dallas Buyers Club, THAT GUY. THAT'S US! Me and you. Here at ground zero, trying to muddle our way through the trenches. I say
Friday, June 5, 2015
Why Write A Blog?
My first blog. My first post. I am really going to do this. It's now or never, really. So, here
The title of the blog just came to mind as I signed up on "blogger". It succinctly describes what happened to me, quite suddenly, as the word implies. Like so many fellow scapegoats, I have, until quite recently, moved through space and time as a conflicted individual. Somee is so hard. Ible proclai. And believe me, I was HAPPY to be diagnosed with ma
The title of the blog just came to mind as I signed up on "blogger". It succinctly describes what happened to me, quite suddenly, as the word implies. Like so many fellow scapegoats, I have, until quite recently, moved through space and time as a conflicted individual. Somee is so hard. Ible proclai. And believe me, I was HAPPY to be diagnosed with ma
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