Monthly Archives: December 2020

Turning bad into good

You know how I blocked dad back in March after decades of trauma and him almost throwing mom down the stairs (commencing the divorce) and then he sent a Christmas card?

That card had two checks inside. At first I wanted to torch it, then I had this shower thought to cash the checks and donate to BLM in his name. ?

Mom didn’t like this because it was antagonizing since he’s anti BLM and pro 45. She said vengeful intent wasn’t okay, I want closure and finality. I talked to my therapist about it, she thinks my idea is brilliant. It’s action that fits a trauma recovery, trauma transformation, and strength model. Trauma makes you feel trapped. You have options. Trauma makes you feel blame. It’s not your fault. There is a sense of power through community, and we eventually find personal power again.

When she asked me why I wanted to do this I realized it’s not only because I didn’t get any justice as a child, or from Clark County when he pulled a gun on me, or when I was denied a TRO, or when he did every skirting legalities shitty thing he could over the last two years, but because I never had any recourse or control. My positions were always reactionary and defensive when I couldn’t opt out.

So after discussing the why behind my choice, I explained to mom this was my way of finally taking control. This is a reclamation, and it sends a message. I’m not accepting your “gift” in some delusional idea that some money will absolve you and make things better. I’m converting your bigot money and putting it to work for good causes. Mom was on board with this.

The money from one check went to New Beginnings, an organization dedicated to ending domestic violence. The other went to The NW Network, to end abuse in the lgbt community. And since I brought it up, I included BLM Seattle-King County (just not with the gift money). Taking something shitty and turning it around into something good has dissipated the immense amount of frustration and disenfranchisement I’ve been feeling for a long time.

Where are my keys?

I had some long drawn out version of dude where’s my car in my dream. Couldn’t find it in the carport at night where I left it in the complex I grew up in, parents switched townhouses or something. It took longer to trek, ended up in another house nearby and this sweet elderly lady (I’m guessing Japanese) was there with her cat and someone else who was around opened the door when someone knocked, this dude just barged in and was trying to sell candles or something and left on there then I realized he wasn’t wearing a mask (no one was) but I told him to back tf up and he started yelling about the hoax and plandemic and I ran outside ready to launch this candle at him but he was gone. I realized I didn’t have my keys in my pocket so I started walking north to go get them and ended up in some building where outside reminded me of west gate in AZ.

I passed some windows in this mixed residential commercial area and saw lots of beautiful clothing, and sketches hung up, and remembered many years ago when I pursued fashion as a career, realizing that’s what I would have gone after if it weren’t for tech. I kept walking and got inside the building and it looked like an old DOD building and again no one was wearing masks so I was playing avoidance. I walked down a hall and there was a chick giving a lecture with these other chicks sitting on these beds against the wall and it was some tactical thing I was supposed to be in so I thought about taking a seat, but again no one wore masks so I went towards the door to the stairway and this guy that was evaluating the lecturer offered to open another door that just led outside, and when I went through saw a lot of fences and asked which way was the exit. This asshole makes a comment about doing the work to figure it out and I’m like dude, I’ve been looking for my car all night, and he slams the door. So I keep walking west on this fort road and eventually the fence runs out to a residential street.

I cut through this area to the main road and there’s a lot of people, and food trucks, and this one black chick with purple braids grabbing everybody who walks by asking if they’ll get her hush puppies and when I walk by I’m trying to gtfo as fast as possible, but she asks me and I’m like sure, and walk up to the food truck then remembered my wallet is in my car, apologize, and explain really quick what happened. I offer to get myself sorted and come back and then I’ll get her hush puppies, she’s giggling and pulls my arm so we’re off to the side of the building and says I risked my life without even knowing it because I cut the line at the food truck. I had no idea. We were standing in a doorway and a dude from the sidewalk earlier was there, and this one other guy was making Jell-O shots and spilled some of the liquid all over my shirt so I started walking off and that’s when I woke up.

I worry too much

How are there so many frivolous things in here, while so many important things have been left unrecorded? Seems to be a “weight” and bandwidth issue. The world has been upside down for a long time, but it’s just accelerating and becoming more scary. I’ve had existential dread and fear issues I’ve had to start working through with my therapist. A lot of it is climate collapse and this mass extinction event so much of the population is oblivious about. Water future going up on the stock market set me off pretty bad, I was livid. There is this strange lack of “milestones” in all of these tragedies and happenings, but the water one seemed to really mark the occasion, it registered in my mind as the beginning of the end, even though we’ve been on this destructive path for so long and some are assuming they’re die before shit really hits the fan so they get to age out of the problem, while others bank on Elon to get us to Mars or anywhere else. We’re pouring so much time and money and resources into something that’ll either likely never happen or won’t advance fast enough for a mass exodus to another planet, and even so why can’t we put that kind of effort into saving the first home? Maybe it’s better we can’t reach other places to wreck, and I hate thinking that so much because I value life so much. I value my life, I value the lives of others and want to see us go on. I dream of an Altered Carbon technology where stacks can go into sleeves where things like autoimmune and other ailments can be edited out, where you can needle cast and see other planets. It all sounds like an amazing cyberpunk dream, but I’d want it without the even worse from many centuries in the making class warfare and disparity, poverty, and overall unfairness in the system.

I had a bad time in a mental loop about the great filter and the Fermi paradox after the bf happen to bring it up in passing. He felt absolutely awful about it, but he didn’t know my mind fixated on this kind of stuff, or that I’ve spiked my anxiety on these things at 3am out of nowhere by myself on my room. At least that time it wasn’t 3am and I wasn’t by myself. I could talk it through safely in his arms. This is what got me to bring it up in therapy, instead of only primarily discussing polycule drama, which was good since this existential weight seems to be getting worse. Therapist recommended some materials to watch and a book. Bf recommended Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind, so I grabbed a copy and hopefully my ADHD will calm it’s shit enough for me to read and absorb the material. I am embarrassed to admit I am still trying to make peace with my death, but now I’m trying to find that peace. I feel like I’m doing a shit job, but I’m not holding it in like a bad secret that’s just going to eat me from the inside out.

Earlier this year I was reflecting back on situations and interactions I’d had through the years, and wished I’d been more kind and patient, that I’d ended things better when they needed to come to an end. I wish I had more compassion. This is still a work in progress. Recently I caught myself expecting the worst in my meta because she “calibrated” me to expect it, she taught me I couldn’t take her words at face value, or that her actions were theater and would say on betray her. That is incredibly exhausting and that’s not who I am. I like to believe what’s being presented, it doesn’t mean stick my neck out and blindly go with everything, but I’ve had to remind myself more than once that empathy is not the same as condoning what happened, it is not approval. I am trying to revert back to taking things at face value. It’s been really hard, I don’t see her making real effort to meet me half way despite the gestures I’ve been hearing about second hand. They feel trivial compared to the “real work” that hasn’t been picked up, but now that I’m writing this out, it feels harsh. I don’t want to be dismissive of progress, it again I would expect incremental progress to build up into real initiative and change. I keep hearing she’s just not there yet, she might not get there. But she’s getting closer in acquiring the help she needs, so that’s good.

Today I spoke to a former gf on zoom for a couple hours. We hadn’t spoken since 2017. We were a thing a long time ago but remained friends until we got into a heated argument. Her and I both have our own sets of difficult health situations to manage, and she put in a lot of work to figure out how to heal and improve her quality of life. I’d done the same in my own way, and felt that wasn’t being acknowledged when she got upset at me for not doing what she recommended. I think we all want to share information we’ve found useful, or want to communicate what’s helped us to basically everyone. But the thing is these steps are not a one size fits all, especially when it comes to diet. We all have a unique physiology, different needs, triggers, and reactions. I think it’s fine to make a helpful suggestion, but it’s a problem when someone gets mad because the recipient decides it’s not for them, or they’re not ready. This is what sparked that bad interaction. Today we caught up on what’s been going on in each other’s lives the last three years, and health came up and was a little reminiscent (but civil) of the last time we had this dialogue. We agree on some points but not others, this time I felt better prepared to discuss such topics.

I’ve made various, slow, changes over the years for health. I dropped gluten in 2012, but got very sick due to stress and circumstances in 2013, started to pick myself back up in 2014 and got my career back, got more physically active in 2015, and was kind of stagnant in 2016. I tried to sustain and do the right things from there. This year has been difficult due to incredible stress and limitations, this is true for everyone. I read up, I made more dietary changes and restored my insulin sensitivity, resolved my hypoglycemia, chronic nausea, and inflammation and burning in my intestinal tract after eating. I didn’t know these things were fixable, doctors and I always blamed it as side effects to other chronic issues. Those other chronic issues are also being managed better now, which I am grateful for. I am tackling gynecological issues again since they’ve increased in severity recently. I’ll be addressing those in office mid January, hopefully this resolved smoothly. But I guess, even despite all of these challenges I’m still finding ways to handle my health and finding options that are more optimal. I found a resistance band system that allows you to lift heavy without the same risk of injury, and taking advantage of variable resistance training has been beneficial too. I’m still dealing with tight muscles and need to organize a space to pick yoga back up, I’ve been negligent there since the move, but I’m getting things done around here slowly. This has been an ongoing endeavor that picked up speed over the summer, and I hope that I keep learning and improving.

The bath

I was staying temporarily at some house and my bathroom had a standing shower like the last place so I went to the other bathroom that had a really nice tub and was gonna clean it to go shower. I was going back and forth and chatting on the computer or tablet in the group chat with Sabrina and Sarah or a private channel I had where I was testing scripts out but accidentally threw a script into the polycule chat, nothing happened but I was concerned it was going to confuse or upset Cass since she doesn’t code and would feel like she wasn’t in on something. I just closed the client down and went back to what I was doing, opened a closet door and saw this beautiful custom cabinet inside with wood carving and a water color painting of a woman in a hanbok.

There were little touches through the place that told me whoever owned it was Korean and either a historian or just rich or a Korean weeb or something. I was hitting you up online and you temporarily had a feed up from your apartment, you had an apartment in addition to the house where you kept things for various projects and it was backlit in various spots like the ceiling with pretty lights, and I was trying to coordinate with you but you went afk. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come to me and I didn’t know where your apartment was since I hadn’t seen it irl yet. Then I was working on some project, some huge scrapbooking thing and after putting a lot of time into this thing accidentally fucked it up and tore a page and was so aggravated I decided I wouldn’t work on it anymore for the day and would come back to it since it wasn’t due yet.

Josh was working on one and had gotten up, he already had a more simple one completed as a backup and was doing another more intricate one, oh and Selena Gomez was sitting at the end of the table and I was going to say something but when I faced her she looked annoyed so I changed my mind. There was some other bit earlier where I saw my rotc friends at our current age and there was some awards ceremony going, there were rows of desks and computers like this was inside an office building in one part of the floor instead of wide open with a stage on the other side and someone ran up and asked me if I knew I had been demoted to L3 and I was like wtf? They can’t do that, I’m L4 and went off to find a computer I could check at. After that I was back at the house I was in temporarily and had stripped to go shower (I gave up on the bath?) and forgot a towel and something else and turned the corner to go back and grab it but when I opened the door it was to the outside, and I remembered that door going back to the bedroom and was rushing back around while naked going w t f, all the people rushing from point a to point b didn’t seem to notice me though so I just focused on getting back after resolving the disorientation. I made it in and hopped into this large tile shower and someone was handing me a new nuva ring to swap out, when I turned to my left it was Bill handing it to me and me continuing the wtf? train, grabbed it and said thanks while confused and got out of the shower. I don’t remember what happened next but woke up around here.