Daily Archives: December 22, 2012

Circularity of Sea and Suffering

Reblogged from Broken Light: A Photography Collective: Photo taken by DeeDee, a woman in her mid-thirties from upstate New York who …

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The Bike Shed

I’m going away for a bit so I won’t be posting for a week or two.  I will be back early in the new year.

Differently Wired

One thing that I think most of us with bipolar are painfully aware of is just how differently our brains are wired. And, of course, how this causes offense to people who are used to thinking that everyone should respond in a certain societally acceptable way. In that regard, getting my diagnosis was like coming home; I finally understood that there was a reason for how I felt and responded to things. While I certainly don’t feel that I owe society anything in regards to my natural responses to things and events, it gives me comfort to know that I’m not ‘being precious’ or demanding special rules — this is how I am, and it needs to be respected. By the same token, I’ve always done my best to respect the behaviors and patterns of others, as long as they were genuine. There’s always a sense of REE REE danger when people are behaving otherwise to me, and while my instincts could certainly be wrong, they are generally pretty nose-on.

I’ve been thinking about this wiring ‘issue’ for most of the week, which I am sure some of y’all have picked up on. I’ve had several well-meaning friends suggest to me that I alter my behavior to avoid distress, not understanding that it isn’t that possible. I’ve been fortunate that everyone I’ve had this minor run-in with has been very polite, receptive, and respectful. I could tell quite easily that in one or two cases, they didn’t understand or perhaps agree with my assertions, but they at least were mature enough to accept that I felt my feelings and responses were valid. I’ve had lots of cases where the responses have been a lot worse; this has ranged from people trying to give me tough love, to out-and-out hostility. Most of those negative feels were pre-diagnosis, to be fair; because I couldn’t explain what was wrong due to anxiety and not ‘officially’ knowing, me and my levels of self-control left such interpretations to be the natural ones. And as I’ve said before, tough love isn’t needed externally; the me in my head is tied to the rack getting flogged on the regular.

Unsurprisingly, the above ties to my usual conclusion — that we should be excellent to each other. We are not the same, and while I understand it is considered normal and right to insist people conform in familiar and easy-to-class ways, people are still individual people. I won’t berate anyone for falling into the stereotyping trap though — we are all guilty of having expectations of people based on how we class them in our minds. I still think we can all do better for ourselves and each other though, and that it certainly doesn’t hurt us to try to approach the world with a judiciously applied dollop of compassion.


The NRA can suck it!

The current state of events just has me so sick. New word on the street, is that the NRA wants a list of people with Mental Illnesses. Not for shits and giggles, but for like, I don’t even understand why. Instead of HELPING people with mental illnesses, they want to persecute them. They want to make them modern day lepers. We had come so far, and now we are taking steps backwards.They want an active database of the mentally ill. This is akin to back ally abortions.

Happy Horse Stuff – The Eighth Holiday Mental Moment

Great Googly Mooglies It’s Winter Solstice today.   The shortest day, or daylight hours I should say, as far as I know there are still 24 hours in the day. Supposed to be the end of the world today, but I am thinking maybe not gonna happen?  I could be wrong but it doesn’t seem very … Continue reading