~trying to blog it out

HATE.

2006-08-14T23:11:00.000-07:00

when did it become so easy to HATE?
my oxford dictionary defines "HATE" as 1. to dislike (someone or something)intensely. 2. to be unwilling (to do something). i like the second part of this defintion most - i feel it describes the whole concept of HATE perfectly. isn't 'HATE' simply a strong feeling we have for something (or someone) bound up in our own unresolved issues...issues we want nothing to do with - things we want as far away from ourselves as possible. it makes it much easier for us to deal with them if they are easily wrapped up (with a neat and tidy bow) in a concept known as HATE.
now that would be all fine and good if only HATE would stay wrapped up and simple, unfortunately it does not seem to work that way. instead HATE starts wars, it kills people, it robs people of their rights and freedoms...it causes disaters...if not in their physical forms then in hidden forms, sometimes causing more wreckage than their counter-parts.
i myself am HATEd. what started out as anger, mean-ness and pointed criticism has become HATE. it has finally been labelled, but that is only half the battle. perhaps the worst part of this HATE is that it is grounded in nothing tangible. this is all about the second defintion of the word, but i feel as though it has become my responsibility to deal with it. When asked why he HATEs me - he points out my inability to share his sense of humor and my devotion to my job. are these reasons to HATE? are there ever any real reasons to HATE? does this make sense?

since i am a self-professed masochist, i wonder...I probably wonder too much. but it hits me hard that I am HATEd. in my head i know that this 'HATE' is so much about the HATEr and not the HATEd, but i turn it around enough in my head to make it spin. he does not know me. but he HATEs me. its almost like he has a secret passage way into my brain. into all the things that i HATE about myself. like he knows them and thats the only way he could really HATE me...i think about it endlessly like a looped chipmunks song in my head...
...but really in the end isn't this not just me HATEing myself?
i am angry at him for making me see all the things i HATE about me. its not fair, in his defintion he is ALLOWED to do nothing about it - since this in and of itself makes up the defintion of HATE. but for me, doing nothing means going on HATEing all the parts of me that i think he has a secret key for. i dont get the luxury of doing nothing because i have to get up ever morning and fight this battle to be me..

i'm caught in an HATE paradox...

and i HATE it.

where was the signal?

2006-08-12T11:52:00.000-07:00

as we return to the battle being waged by our army of one..we find our protagonist standing patiently on the sidelines with her arsenal. she watches, she waits, she endures the internal struggle of wanting so badly to jump into action (resisting her ingrained impulse to plunge into the fight). she reminds herself she has been asked to wait, to try her hardest to allow her solider to fight his own battle. she has told herself to resist the urge to wonder why her solider has asked her to do this and to simply allow it to happen as so many of the bystanders have let her know this is the best route to take...

time goes by...

every once in awhile her internal struggle purges her into fighting action (following her heart rather than her head - while bystanders look on and shake their heads). when her solider realizes she is fighting he turns to her and frowns telling her to return to the sidelines, she complies each time a little more confused and defeated. like a masochistst, she continues to make this mistake - jumping in - and giving into her inherent nature... finally, her soldier appears to tire of her attempts - he screams aloud about her deficiencies as a solider, he strikes his own blow into her side, wounding her. As she shrinks to the sidelines to have her wounds treated she wonders to herself...what kind of battle is this? she is aware she jumped in not knowing who her antagonist was...only wanting to battle with her solider and remind him of his reserves...and somehow she has become his protagonist...

alone, wounded, she ponders her abilities - she re-assesses the battle plan and realizes that there is none. she realizes her mistake at jumping in 'too early' and she finally makes the ultimate decision to watch, to wait, and to have her arsenal ready - she finally agrees with the rest of her army and waits for the signal to re-enter...

then one day...she hears yelling and screaming in her direction. it is her solider. he is angry with her, although his words are confused. She decifers that he is anger at her for not jumping in when she should have. but wait! did she miss the signal? was she looking somewhere else?

she gathers her arsenal as quickly as she can (although in the waiting she has lost her quick reflexes, her weapons feel heavy, her heart is beating faster, she realized she has become gun shy due to her last ingury) and she does not move as swiftly as she had before...she rushes in as fast as she can, carrying her tools. another solider, whom she has come to respect greatly in this war, approaches her to tell her of her soldier's wishes. this soldier explains that her solider engaged in his army of one is upset with her...angry...as she did not jump in when she should have seen the signal. she is shocked.

she is defeated..confused...for once again she feels she is being asked to step aside, her soldier has begun welcoming those tools and comrades into the fight........ and she is not one of them.

what should she do? she stands shocked, her thoughts reeling as she tries to find the mistakes that she made - she tries to think of how she can undo her actions...but she has once again been shut out. she sits, surrounded by her tools...she watches...as her soldier drifts farther away in his fight - she realizes he is moving away from her more than emotionally...now physically in his fight and as he moves it will become more and more difficult for him to see her waiting for another signal, so that she can prove she is ready to fight by his side.

she sits as she watches the fight recede ever so slowly further and further away from her...over the horizon.

a prologue to an allusion...

2006-08-12T11:20:00.000-07:00

what is the academic (possibly literary) word that means "to go back and review a previous plot point"?
beacuse this word currently encapsulates my existance and will hereunto become quite evident as being the precipitating factor of my return to the blog-osphere. This word will become the basis of the next few blogs that will make their ways from my head to my keyboard...

elephant shoes

2006-06-12T20:01:00.000-07:00

ok. if it was not official before, it certainly is now. i am in desperate withdrawl of the East side of my previous world. the life with the masters thesis, the parties galore, the anxiety, the anyst of academia. but most of all i miss the city...ahh the city. usually no words can adequately describe it, fully comprehend it's brilliance....images hardly do it justice...

just as you think you've gotten over it. the city that masqueraded itself as an abusive boyfriend. winter's so bone chillingly cold you cursed it's very existence on the planet earth, then springs like true re-birth's openings...that's right you thought you got over all that.you thought you moved on...you tried to push the memories away, you packed your previous self into a can and sat it on your metaphorical shelf - chalking it up to history and all that goes with it. then one day you walk into a harmless video store - with a few extra dollars in your pocket and a few (so seldom) extra minutes to spare just looking around - like an art historian in the MoMa you let your mind wander...then you find a movie that perks your interest - its cover something apart from the others...it draws you in... you realize this movie was filmed in your favorite and long forgotten city about a topic so often bewildering...you realize you must buy this movie - not rent it BUY it - but you've never seen it - you take a chance - like that previous self on the shelf is calling from within forcing you on-ward. as you watch you are consumed - consumed by a loss. a loss you thought you grieved but is still there...

yes the movie was Elephant Shoes by christos sourligas and it spoke to me. spoke to me from something i thought i had left behind. it spoke to me about dreams i had once of a city that called to me. about dreams i had once of a life that i wanted to lead - to seek. i had forgotten about this life i dreampt of - about the oh so very special people that inhabit this place and that 'je ne sais quoi' that grabs you on a simple walk around the city scapes - i had forgotten about the earnest and honest 'being' that happens in this place. and i was reminded.

not only am i caught in this (hopefully fleeting) web of sickening regret (dont worry i live here I am used to it) but i am hopelessly upset that a friend of mine is returning there shortly. he arrived emotionally catatonic from his departure from this city and will undoubtedly leave this dreaded city with this same catatonia (mindfully harboured to make the journey away that much easier). i on the other hand left with a yearn for change and have found it - but in the process i seem to have fogotten what i miss - is that possible? can you forget what you miss? does the act of missing something need to happen to feel fullfilled? or am i resurging my addiction to nostalgia?

anyways, this movie has re-awakened something in me i cant quite put my finger on. unrealized dreams? a potential not fullfilled? im not sure. i love the concept though - something you can say without actually saying "i love you" and still get the meaning across. i love the ambiguity - the unanswered questions..maybe thats all this bit of nostalgic melancholi is...an unanswerable question. that just needs to hang there for a brief minute and be. i like that - its comforting. the spirit can re-awaken - it is comforting to be reminded that I am not an open book.

oh and to JM: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....

"to bite and tear flesh."

2006-03-22T18:06:00.000-08:00

after five hours of meeting with nine individuals i work with i have learned five things today:

1) i am believed to not possess any shred of a sense of humor.

2) i make irritating suggestions that nevertheless seem to make sense in the long run.

3) i make everything into therapy.

4) i talk to everyone like they are my clients.

and..the biggest insult to a therapist(although i found the one about my lack of a sense of humor the most biting)....

5) i dont listen.

now my first inclination is ofcourse to go into self-pity mode ("i am an awful therapist") or the otherwise useful defensive stature ("bastards! if you TRIED to get to know me, and had any intellect whatsoever, you might find out i AM FU@king funny!"). After hours upon hours of stiffling tears and allowing myself to project all over this new information....stocking these as
HIGH in the reasons why i am so very unsuccessful with any form of romance or attractive attributes to/with members of the opposite sex, i am sorting through the remains of my brused and battered ego. living along side with my lonliness is my fragile belief that i am good at what i do, that people respect me for my abilities to deal with even the most complex kid and bring some small shreds of hope into their existence. all in all, this information gets mixed up with how i identify and undertstand myself.

perhaps most interesting, i somehow forgot why it is i love residential in the first place. as many of my close counterparts in catharsis can attest - i am often one to seek higher metaphoric meandering within popular culture and i have often equated working in the crisis sphere of residential with working in an ER. i love the adrenaline, being needed, and using skills i did not realize i possessed until the last minute - just in time. i love shows about ER's for this reason. now a new show - grey's anatomy has filtered into my life. its first pilot episode - aptly titled "the game" has for me, recently encampsulated the work that i do and the experiences/struggles i (and those i see around me) have on a daily basis.

In thinking about my job, I so often forget why i am here - why i choose to do this work. I do it BECAUSE its hard. i call it my "bootcamp" of therapy - i learn everyday, the learning is never easy - it takes blood, sweat, & tears, and its not always about the job - but about my own self and life.

when i have days like today, i need to remind myself of my favorite quote from "the game":

"i cant think of any one reason i should be a surgeon, but i can think of a thousand reasons i should quit. they make it hard unpurpose. there are lives in our hands. There comes a momment when its more than just a game. and you either take that step forward or turn around and walk away. i could quit..but here's the thing.. i love the playing field"

in the end, i may not listen, make irritating suggestions, treat everyone like a client, turn everything into therapy...maybe even (gulp) lack the requist muster to embrace sarcasm enough to satisfyingly engage with the staff.... but in the end i knowthe defintion of sarcasm "to bite and tear flesh" and i possess the will and the drive to keep going even if my bruses are sore and deep. its what i try to teach the kids to do...i may as well practice on myself...

in my mind, being a good surgeon means looking into your own deep wounds and embracing the crisis that ensues....

what are friends for?

2006-02-08T19:30:00.000-08:00

i feel i have learned many things from my job. in fact, i often say that the children i work with teach me more than i could ever hope they could learn from me. one important lesson they have taught me is about friendship.

friends in residential treatment are important commodities.
even if your plagued by complex mental health issues and have a hard time relating to anyone, and particularly -trusting anyone - due to the abundance of horrors that people have been inflicted upon u - friends are your life persevere. friends in residential treatment are loyal, they stand up for you (even when they know your wrong), they lie for you, they keep your secrets, they hide your drugs, they fight for you, they follow you into dangerous parts of the city, they will be your partner's in crime forsaking their own treatment goals and safety. above all else, they are loyal to you. loyalty is a big thing in residential treatment - in fact, in a place where things seem so lost, when it seems that your biological supports have left your behind in a place where you are considered 'the problem' - it may be the most important thing you can have.

if you know me. you know i love metaphor. and i often equate residential treatment to a war - a battle field where each soldier has a story of trauma, abuse, and maltreatment (stories that would often make you cringe with their horror). Now, each soldier keeps fighting - often to onlookers its amazing that they do (some have very obvious wounds - limbs and important internal organs broken and battered). no matter what the cost and how many times they are disappointed in the fight they keep at it. today, in a meeting i watched my soldiers fighting from a window (sometimes each other - sometimes the often confused onlookers and the rest of the military on site). i watched as they assembled themselves into an army to riot and overthrow who they saw as their captors all for the loyalty of one soldier. they fought and fought and fought...until one got taken away on a stretcher. later, when the other soldiers were asked why they had been fighting they simply stated "because he needed us to". no more complex. just that - because he needed them. thats lotalty.

now in my own life i think about friends i have, about loyalties for whom i would fight for in my own soldier way just because "they needed me to" no other explanation - no further commentary. i think that there are many - at least i like to think that way. perhaps, what is most important is that in residential treatment i never see, no matter how complex the mental health, no matter how traumatic the abuse, the stories of loss and feelings of loneliness and abandonment do i ever see a young person fighting alone. its almost a code of ethic - perhaps something that we are ingrained with - no one fights alone. it truly is an amazing thing to see - a group of teenagers who make up the margins of society but still live by the same rules of high school - never let someone fight it out alone.

in my life i fight all the time - its what im trained to do - i have my arsenal, i am armed and ready to use it when the need arises. i like being useful i am very loyal....
recently, however, i have found myself on the sidelines. not because of my own choosing but because i feel i have been asked to stand there. because i am loyal i am - standing. but it feels wrong - against nature if you will. i have been standing and watching my very special soldier in my own life fight a battle - an army of one. now mostly this battle is an inner one - but i am equipped to help with this battle - if only in mere cheerleading presence.
i am watching this soldier fight - mostly i am loyal and i would jump in at any moment (rip off the cheerleading outfit and grab my AK) to brave the odds. but i have been asked (in more ways than verbal) to simply watch and wait - no cheerleading - nothing. this hurts me. and i am trying to figure out why. i realize that i am not so self-important that this soldier NEEDS to have me help or that this soldier will not triumph on his own - but i am upset about the request to keep my tools away - to simply watch and wait. i wonder why i have been asked to watch - only watch only wait. i worry that my arsenal is not up to par - that my tools and my fight moves are exactly what is making my soldier want to keep me away.

i am thinking about the choice to fight alone. because it is a choice.
the terrain he is fighting is a hard one. its cliffs are rocky - its tunnels long. i worry that he sees the battlefield as much more bleak than it is...but i wait.

if i were a kid in residential treatment what would i do? i guarantee waiting would not be an option i would ponder for very long - but its getting hard to watch.

all of us as soldiers in our own fights are wounded ones (to various extents), but i guarantee the ones i watch at work fighting everyday - they would not watch they would act or run away because the act of watching would be too hard to bare.

for now i am watching...hoping for a sign to join the fight.

for my loyalty to the army of one....

theivin'

2005-12-14T21:15:00.000-08:00

have you ever seen your family home under attack?
its strange to have all the articles of your family's history sorted through, taken, and broken...actually strange isn't the word ~ its surreal.
remembering the car that so often drove you to the ski hill, the car that your dad took so much care in, the only car you didn't crash...but i digress...

the police called asking if my dad new all the people who were driving his car, seems like the theives had stolen gas and the police were calling to question my dad. one simple questions - "do you know where your car is?" - "ummm no...it was stolen remember?" - "oh oopps sorry - doesn't seem to be on the system"... so out the theives are joy riding around (in my mind) with all the articles from my parents home (including - and not limited to- several pairs of my father's dirty underware ??!!) in the car. the police? oh they forgot to put it on the system...ahem.

day 10: police call AGAIN "do you know who has been driving your car sir?" - "ummm no...it was stolen remember?" - "oh seems they stole some more gas"...ok - so now in my mind the theives are joyriding around without the awareness of the police - having a great time stealing gas with all the heirlooms in my parent's life histories and the police cant even remember to put it on the system...

fasinating really....in sum, were planning a stake out tommorow night.... strange and wonderful the dream of being a theif in this city - seems you can steal a car - drive it around - steal gas and never get caught - may be my new mode of transportation...

things i need to remember...

2005-11-01T19:41:00.000-08:00

The 10 A’s of Job Happiness
By Lorraine E. Fox
Relational Child & Youth Care Practice (vol. 17 no. 2)

Accept Responsibility for Your Career Choice
Acknowledge Individual Differences
Maintain an Assertive Approach
Attitude Control and Affect (mood) Management
Allow Empathy
Assign Appropriate Responsibility
Accentuate the Positive
Act – When Necessary
Affirm your Effectiveness

If you want to burn out…

“Take the low road to dealing with workplace stress. Adopt a defensive posture, keeping in mind always that nothing bad happens – nothing is your fault. It is always someone else’s fault – the kids, the other staff, management – funding sources, whoever. But not you. This defensive stance will allow you to deny your part in problems, and thus avoid having to do anything constructive to fix them. Keep it up for awhile and you will have more than your fair share of stress symptoms – both physical and emotional. You will then move into a reactive reflect, sometimes referred to as “crisis management”, and you will become truly miserable.”

By Lorraine E. Fox
Relational Child & Youth Care Practice (vol. 17 no. 2), p. 60.

If you choose to take the other road:

1) remember there is no book, no manual, no policy, no procedure, no program that can tell you exactly what to do with any given child/youth that will be effective.
2) give yourself a wonderful gift that you will frequently not appreciate. Promise yourself that you will have a couple of people in your life who are willing to tell you the truth. Self awareness is an important ingredient in burnout prevention.
3) Arrange your life so that you have some friends who are not as needy as the clients! Find healthy people and hang out with them!
4) Working within ourselves is very useful in building in positive longevity for our work, but sometimes it is important to actually do something about a situation that is bothering us. Talk to someone who has the authority to make necessary changes.

ahhhh....peace.

now only if everyone i work with understood this.

you have not been invited.

2005-08-28T12:24:00.000-07:00

everything happens for a reason right?
well what the hell reason would there be for being perpetually trapped?

and we will go back to my prior question...am i addicted to nostalgia? is this why things like this happen to me? is this what i am supposed to learn? cuz i just dont get it.

have you ever felt like life decided for you what you do? like everyday was mapped out before you started it? like any decision you make was already someone elses plan for you? i dont want to get spiritual here - but thats what i'm feeling lately - like i have no conscious impact on my world. maybe that's because i am just waiting for things to happen to me. lately those things dont seem to be so good. maybe having you there -constantly in my life (in my apartment, on my street, screaming from my balcony) without an invitation reminds me I DECIDE what i do. and if this is the case... I NEED to make some decisions FAST before fate makes my decisions for me...

thats the goal...decision making...im on the cusp of something here - its not an addiction to nostalgia - i just realized that the past comes back to you if you stop making decisions aboutt he future..if you stay still long enough the past will come back uninvited. and thats how i know i am not addicted to nostalgia - because this time (THIS TIME) i did not invite you to my party.

decision: "a choice or judgement made about something. 2. the act of making up one's mind. 3. the ability to make quick and definite decisions. 4. to influence the outcome of (a contest)decisively." Collins Concise Dictionary.

now all i have to do is find the question....

what and whom do i want to invite?

when it rains it pours...

2005-08-25T18:10:00.000-07:00

the thing about bad days is that sometimes they turn into bad weeks...bad months...bad years. i always wonder when the shift happens...

when do you start getting used to the bad days so much that they seem kinda like good days? when does the even worse days then become the bad days?
can you ever get back to a genuine good day? will you recognize it when it comes?

Why are healing professionals so difficult to heal?

2005-08-19T16:35:00.000-07:00

everyone i work with is crazy.
this would be ok if i was talking about the clients. but im not.

now, by the nature of my work i am used to being around all sorts of very complex and multifarious individuals, (adolescents mostly) with sometimes upwards of 10 to 15 previous or current mental health diagnoses. there are eight things that i have come to expect and acknowledge about my workplace:

1) there will always be at least one crisis/conflict at any given moment.
2) human action is never as easy to explain as antecedent and result - people have layers - maltreatment and trauma create a multitude too hard to disentangle and categorize. aka - i will never fully understand what is happening around me.
3) most of my plans will be thwarted.
4) the stories that create individuals are also the ones which destroy them.
5) i cannot (and will not) fix most things.
6) i will cry and i will laugh - and both will bring me to some higher conciousness.
7) i will get spit on, things will get stolen, my things will get broken, someone will flash me, & someone will verbally abuse me.
8) i will cry and i will laugh and each will lead me to some higher form of consciousness both about myself and the world around me.

nothing in my personal life is ever that predictable.

so i guess it makes sense that when all of my collegues meet - we go into crisis (since thats about all that we know 10 hrs a day 5 days a week). but this is not any kind of crisis - this is what we have come to call 'disfunctional politeness'. crisis in a meeting of psychologists, clinical social workers, and art therapists is quiet. i have come to realize that i much prefer crisis that is loud and in your face and which may end up with the mental image of a 14 year old's breasts in my face...but i digress.

Disfunctional Politeness is in effect, nine people in a board room feeling angry, frustrated, and confused - talking around subjects instead of about them...take it from me -its frankly enough to make your head implode. i guess thats the problem with intellect and cognitive ability that is not geared towards socio-pathic endeavors. when intellect is confronted with crisis it gets silent. and angry silence is WAY worse than angry loudness. in the boardroom noone tells you that they hate the way you sent that e-mail or that your a drama queen and get over yourself. instead they say they love the way you can highlight what is brewing under the surface in an electronic note....what the fuck do you do with this? well, i will tell you... you ignore it. silently...you let it fester...until one day you crack and cry for no apparent reason because some kid stole your palm pilot broadcast all the numbers of the therapists around the campus and is going to sell it for drugs...ahh...back to the everyday.... i love predictability - at least it lets out the tension.

so - in sum - this is a message to all those who ponder my treatment meanderings...dont be worried about the kids who steal your car, the kids who graffitti your walls, or the kids who verbally abuse you on the street - worry about their therapists...silently festering and brewing in unresolved conflict...

addicted to nostalgia?!

2005-08-06T12:33:00.000-07:00

lately i've been trying to figure out if i have an addiction to nostalgia or if my fate is simply to live with the past consistently in my present. sounds strange? well its really not.

let's start at the beginning (why? because its a very nice place to start). i remember being 19 and moving to another city on my own with the intention of starting "afresh" (whatever that means - as i am slowly figuring out - is a complete falsity - you can never start new - because your old you is always just around the corner...) soon...i had friends from my old life in my new one and basically it was good (or at least the illusion of good) i met new people and the old and new most often meshed. but i kept being drawn home (yes that illusion of a place of comfort and recognition). from that time onward i was an elastic band - going back and forthe between a world i knew and a world that i didn't. finally, i realized that life would be a mix of the two for me - people from my past and people from my new emerging future. i liked it - it felt comfortable but new at the same time. life was good.

then i decided to move - back to the place i had come from. why? well it seemed that things were pointing me in that direction and it felt like i had come far enough to make new out of the old. confused yet? well me too. maybe bolding will help.

back in my old city, i found a new place to live and i felt the comforted reassurance of the old and the new merging together again. but then i realized my ex-boyfriend lived in my new building! i tried to ignore it - deny the very "uncomfortable" realitity that the old and the new dont ALWAYS end up in a comfortable mix. and for awhile denial was a great thing. in fact, i find myself able to deny quite a lot in this new/old world that i am in. but then, my ex started to yell my name from the balcony...and my new world seemed even more distant to me. it seemed like very time a turned a corner the past was there to haunt me; in the gorcery store, around a street corner, walking up to my apartment, and most prominently screaming from my balcony. then, the past got even closer...

bumping into an ex is never a good experience as much as we try to rationalize it as such. but bumping into certain ex's is something worse than others. for 10 years this ex has been on my present mind quite frequently...again denial is a wonderful place to be. as i struggled to see and find my future in the present by ex was always ever present (probably more the way my ex reminded me of who i had been in the past). then i bumped into him and found out he was married. and i realized that while i had been living in the past he was firmly engrained in his own future. i woke up from a long and tenuous delusion - i had been living in the past (in more ways that one) more so than i had realized - this mixing of the past into a present with the old and new was a delusion - a hallucination of sorts - shall i say a dissociation?

needlessto say this has not been a plesent realization and i have been trying to find ways to bring this thought process into the blog catharsis world i have created...and i dont really know if its been that successful. the main theme of this process of past disentanglement is figuring out if i have, in fact, an addiction to the past or if fate simply seems to consistently bring me back there. perhaps i will never know.

does the past ever go away? arn't we all just products of where we have been? can we ever forget and brush off the memories we have and the people who know where we've been? do we really need to? is that healthy? is it inevitable that our pasts get carried to our presents and into our futures?

i find solice in that i will never need a time-machine.

surviving singledoom

2005-06-16T17:55:00.000-07:00

Being single can be hazardous to your health.
i've been thinking alot about attachment - as i work with kids who have been maltreated by important attachments in their lives i realize that attachments are a very (VERY) integral part of our lives. they literally form the basis of who we are. they mold and shape the synapses in our brain and make pathways that are enduring to our 'selves' and concepts thereof (i could become even more specific - as i have been doing so much research on the topic - but why bore you?). when i say maltreatment - most people think of abuse, violence, incest... but what is most common with the kids that i see - is neglect. now when we talk about kids and attachment we think primarily of parents or parental figures BUT what about neglect in adulthood? if neglect as a form of maltreatment can have enduring consequences for children can the same thing happen for adults who have no partner? these are the questions that keep me up at night...and mostly i still sleep.

lately however, my sleep has been restless....
a friend of mine (in her early 30s) just had a stroke. that is awful in an of itself - but the worst part of seeing her in the hospital bed was looking at the bump on her head and hearing her story of trauma... she (being a single woman) was sleeping in her bed when the stroke occured. when she awoke she could not move her body - she managed to throw herself off the bed and then had to knock the phone of the bed stand with her head. to make matters worse - her companion - a wonderful dog - began to chew her legs thinking it would help her. now, you would think - the awful reailty of such a young woman having a stroke would be the most traumatizing factor of this story - but for me all i could think about was the fact that she was alone. what happens to someone who has to go through something like this alone? would having a partner in bed with you help you get to the hospital faster? needless to say - i now sleep with my cell phone.

then, i locked myself out of my house. 8am and i am stuck outside of my apartment with noone to help me back in. it was a metaphorical road block - as i sat outside my building waiting for the locksmith i thought about how easy it would have been to have SOMEONE inside to let me back in. but there was noone there. ..the lesson? not only is being single hazardous to your health BUT it also makes you late for work.

forget about dying alone in and of itself...being single brings you closer to the realization that there may be noone there when you absolutely need them. hell...being single is a constant battle against the envitable.

I have made a decision - on my tombstone i would like the following written:
"Here she lies, she tried to make a difference, was loved by those that mattered, failed heterosexuality - but survived the greatest challenge of all - being single".

Back Breaking work...

2005-06-01T13:26:00.000-07:00

it is often said that the therapist has the ultimate pleasure of 'holding' all the trauma's and narratives from the individuals who courageously leave them on their couches... well i have finally figured out where the therapist 'houses' these stories and painful memories of their clients...squarely on their backs. how do you ask did i come to this revelation?

well...it all began with a throbbing sensation on my lower back region. i ignored it. as i do all important things involving my body in order to persue the higher power of crisis work and my own pretention at being able to 'fix' every maltreated youth to wander into my office. until one fine sunday...playing a harmless game of disk golf... i bent down and heard my back make an unsual sound. from that moment on i was incapacitated..no actually it grew to incapacitation through a fitfull sleepless night in which i cried out in the dark "please, please, make this all go away!"

now as i lay on my floor typing slowly into my keyboard i am struck by how much the stress i carry around can actually PHYSICALLY affect me. maltreatment appears to have an endless trajectory... like a disease it affects all who come into contact with it. does this all come down to a back you ask? well no. a therapist friend of mine (in her 30s) recently had a stroke in her bed at home. she is slowly recovering - but it struck me even before this 'back thing' that being a therapist is ACTUALLY harmfull to your health... maltreatment and trauma ACTUALLY inflict all who come into contact with it...the therapist is not immune.

now, after HOURS of acupuncture and herbal medication (perscribed by my very own naturopathic genius) i am beingning to feel non-painful movement return. i am being told to "relax" not move and frankly...this is driving me CRAZY - as crisis continues to happen and my manager calls me 2 to 3X a day - i realize that i have no time to relax - i must return to my house of disadvantaged, maltreated, maladjusted, and neuro-developmentally unstable youth ('back to the saltmines'..pun intended).

In my next few hours of being on this floor I will ponder whether this makes me a martyr or a masochist...i will wonder if there really is a difference....? i believe, my friends, that there is not.

but most of all I will regret not having a couch in my office...i now understand why Freud had one... forget the clients - every once in awhile a therpist needs to rest the site at which the trauma is kept - and then get "back" to work.

The "Deal Breaker" Test.

2005-05-23T10:08:00.000-07:00

By popular demand, i am posting a test that I created (and is still in its modification stages) called The Deal Breaker Test. Let's first talk about its inception... i was confronted by many of my less romantically deprived girl friends about how you KNOW when a relationship you are having is a "good one" or when it is time to "end it". In trying to sort out this age old question we stumpled upon the notion of a "deal breaker". I believe this concept is inherent within all gender communities and is easily defined as: the personality aspect or relationship aspect (hypothetical at times - but usually brought forth through previous experience) that forces one to question the "compatibility" of the person you are having a relationship with. If this "deal breaker" becomes evident in our relationship ~ our first notion is often to stop having the realtionship or to question the potency of the "deal breaker" itself. I believe that the "Deal Breaker" (and there are in fact many more than just one) when quantified can lead us to make accurate conclusions about whether to keep or 'get rid' of a relationship we are having. I formulated the following test in order to work through all the multi-facedness that comes with a relationship in order for us to quantify whether a relationship is one we should stick with or move on from. So far, my sample size is SMALL (about 4 or 5 , 20 something heterosexual females - both heading towards marriage, long-term committment, or just sorting it all out). I hope to increase this sample size - so please (if you are in a relationship) please try this test out and give me your comments...even the less romantically inclined have valuable information to contribute - although the test may not work to the best of its abilities - so please comment...

Without furter adue here is the Deal Breaker Test: (please follow in its precise steps and be HONEST - go with your FIRST instinct - and yes i do worship the ground Freud walked on.)

#1: List 5 Deal Breakers that you have - from the top of your head (DO NOT read to the end of this blog - as there are examples - just go with your first instinct). Remember - these do not have to have ANYTHING to do with the things you hate about the relationship you are in presently - they are simply things that would make you question ANY relationship with ANY person. Write all five of these down.

#2: Now place each deal breaker in a five-point scale. Define each number in the scale - 1 being the best example of a person who would not have the 'deal breaking' issue and 5 being the person who does display it - in such a way that you would question the relationship. I will give an example given to me by one of the test subjects: (the Deal Breaker was: not loving or compassionate. For her #1 was defined as: someone who is romantic, spontaneous and sweeps her off her feet. #2 was: someone who remembers special occassions and does nice things - spontaneous sometimes. #3 was: someone who does not forget her birthday, but otherwise needs reminding to be romantic and spontaneous. #4 was: only romantic and spontaneous when he is reminded. #5 was: not romantic at all - a nice evening together is watching TV.) **remember the scale will be different for each person - as will the definition of the 'deal breaker'.

#3: Now, go through all five of the Deal Breaker scales and score your current partner along the continumn.

#4: Calculate the number of points that your partner has in total (ie: scored 3 at #1, 2 at #2, 4 at #3, 1 at #4, & 3 at #5 would equal = 13.)

#5: The final step involves comparing your partner's score with the following guide:

1-10: If your partner scores within this range - it is important to remember that what we "think" we want is not always what we ACTUALLY want. If your partner scored within this range - it is possible you have found someone who ascribes to all that you "think" you want and will not challange you in the way you NEED. This may call for a re-thinking of the relationship and whether you will easily become bored with this person.

10 - 15: This is the PERFECT place for your relationship to be. People will naturally disappoint you at times and this will lead you to a better understanding of yourself and how someone else views the world. Ofcourse -their are limitations to this - particularly if the Deal Breakers scored high were higher in potency - this will be up to the individual to deside.

15-25: You need to get out of this relationship. It is possible you are in a relationship to simply not be by yourself and you are not being honest with your needs and desires.

ok - well thats it - i hope this helps those who are involved in relationship crises...please let me know your thoughts. For those of you who are interested in some deal breakers that have come up in my use of this test they are (remember only from heterosexual females in relationships): lack of humor, BAD SEX, lack of fidelity, lack of adeventurusness, lack of intelligence, etc.
so what do you think?
am i ready to be a cosmo shrink?

are you really defined by what you do? does that make me a teenager with serious attachment issues?

2005-05-23T09:44:00.000-07:00

if you are what you eat and you are what you do - then i am a seriously sugar dependant ADHD child.I guess before I travel down the road to self-reflexivity in the face of my very specific chosen profession it would be important for me to assess myself as I do so many other complex needs/mental health children. if i were to diagnose myself - i believe the following would be my assessment:

Axis 1 Intermittent Explosive Disorder (inward symptoms)
Depressive Dispositions (NOS)
Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD)
Panic Disorder (anixety is my motivator)

Axis 11 no hallucinations - possible in-frequent delusions of grandure.

Axis 111 Slightly higher than borderline intelligence - not with regards to spelling however.

Axis IV Some attachment concerns - seemingly untrusting of relationships (particularly romantic varieties)

ok. now thats over - lets get on with my random thoughts and therapeutic meanderings. To end this blog I will need to give myself a discharge report - and specify any changes that 'blogging' might have made. Wow! i could test this and use it as an outcome measure....ok- its official i seriously need to get a life....