06/27/12

Going Off-Grid

I am totally Jack Bauer and going off-grid. Look, I am going stealth to go do my secret agent stuff, to track down bad guys and justify my bad guyness. Oh, wait. See this is why I would make a terrible secret agent – I would give away all information without even realizing it. Ha ha ha

The last of the truck stuff is to be done. 

The last of the cleaning is almost there. The days are going to fly, and in a few minutes, my computer is going to go into a box and I will miss it terribly. I will worry about it the whole way to our destination, mostly while it sits in the back of the truck. I will hear it calling to me, crying, and being all emotional. It is deeply attached me. I guess it has a grand fondness for me. :-)  OK! I will be the emotional one. I admit it.

Can you tell I am trying to help myself with separation anxiety… from my computer! 

At least I’ll have my iPhone, I do love him, and iPad will be in the car. The kids will be using him, having two devices who love me so much, and who are there to support me is a good thing. Lol! Now I am just being too much of a goof! I am seriously having withdraw already from my computer. I know it sounds silly, but it is such a source of community and connection with the world that I feel like any day away feels millions of light years into another galaxy.

It feels like I am so disconnected. 

I am also going to be interacting with a bunch of humans on Friday who happen to be family so I am excited and anxious at the same time. I know I will be fine, and I am looking forward to seeing everyone it is just a lot of change, and stress that has not made it through my brain to process yet. I am hoping that me writing will help with the processing and keep my mind a little more balanced than in the past during these adventures. However, I am expecting anything from me by telling myself to just let me be. Any ideals of being a perfect “Angel” (meaning past negative behaviors to try to please others) are not in my mind’s repertoire. I have eliminated all negative scripts about me being myself with my family.

If negative patterns arise, I will stop them. 

I am doing an experiment with my emotions and anxiety by continuing to write during all of this stuff. I think in the end I am going to be much calmer and able to focus. So far, this has been very beneficial, no meltdowns/shutdowns, and only minor freak-outs. I feel really good. I haven’t had a panic attack about driving in several different states. (Maybe that is just waiting to burst. Hee hee) I better put this guy away though. It is time to pack the final things and get ready to go. I will be on here soon enough, possibly with some crazy rant about my family, or the awesome adventures I have with three kids during a road trip that will most likely take 14 hours. (Should take about 12 hours.) Please keep us all in your prayers, happy thoughts, and love bubbles, or whatever your positivity comes from.

Thank you! Happy rest of the week to you! 

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06/26/12

Had To Share, Had To!

I have a tendency to feel like I have not accomplished anything so I took pictures of the garage yesterday. I still have more to load in there, but David will be here soon with the truck and we will be off loading all that is in there first.

So there is what I accomplished in the garage. 

I did not take pictures of the inside accomplishments – it is a mess and making me batty! Still after looking at the garage I asked David if I had accomplished a lot. I felt like I had not because I see all that needs to be done. I have to fight the overwhelming feelings of not being able to finish. Right now it seems impossible, too much, and it can derail me. I have had to fight my mind to keep focused. What has helped me this time around is writing. Instead, of cutting myself off from writing, or stimming by whatever means, I have allowed myself to continue. This has helped get my “Flash Lightening” skills on.

See if I am able to stim, I am much more productive in short amounts of time.

If I do not allow myself to stim, or get my words out through writing, I loop, get distracted, feel consumed by overwhelming feelings. It will feel like I am being swallowed up by chaos and I cannot think. That will cause me to search for other distracting things, and ultimately into a meltdown/shutdown. I will then be of no use to anyone, and will get nothing accomplished. The kids are all doing what they need to as well. Daniel has not been able to calm himself for days, but today he has found some sort of inner peace. I believe it is because he saw the truck, and now the anticipation is starting to settle.

He has been asking all types of questions. 

Joshua has engulfed himself with Lego building, playing, and going on the Lego site. He is watching Lego “The Lord of The Rings” videos they have on there. Ariel has been on the Visible Body website  studying every detail of human anatomy, how the body heals, how a baby is formed in the womb, and disease. David got this app Plague Inc. and he and Ariel have been taking out our human race left and right with viruses they create. Plague Inc. – Universal – HD Gameplay Trailer (It is a tad bit long.)

She has spent her time analyzing the body and and drawing what she sees. 

This morning she went into detailed descriptions with me about each picture she drew. She drew healthy lungs and lungs of a person who smokes. She drew the stomach, and explained to me how it works from beginning to end. I had to share her drawings. I peeked in on her yesterday to make sure she was ok. She had her arm up, and was feeling her muscles, touching places and saying the names of the parts, as she was looking at the images on the computer. Later, she showed me her drawing of the arm. She has also been drawing X-Men and Batman scenes. She went through all of those this morning as well sharing her stories. She drew pictures of the cat and of her as some sort of creature. She said she feels like a creature right now, both angry and happy. Hmm…sounds familiar. :-)

I just had to share what she created – so a billion pictures indeed! (Yes, I had to put a pic of the cat.)

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06/25/12

My Mom, My Sisters, & Me

Yesterday, I spent the afternoon with my mom and my sisters. We went out to eat and then, hung out for a while. My one sister had to go to work, but I will see her again this week. The kids and I are staying with her and mom on Wednesday night and heading out at 4am Thursday. David is staying here with the cat. They have two dogs and that would not go well.

It was just like I knew it would be hanging out with them. 

All of us distracted with being silly – dancing around me leaving. None of us wanting to admit that we are sad. All of our words keeping it light. Until it is, time to deal with it, and at that moment we are hard. We have to protect ourselves because our emotions are so intense and none of us knows how to express what we are feeling. It either hurts, feels like anger, or is good. We have never been a family that hangs out in the way that others do, if you were to be in our midst you most likely would find us to be an off bunch of girls.

It was only us from the time their dad left. 

Mom had to work A LOT, and it was the girls and me. My girls that I loved dearly. I became their protector. I was the buffer between them and mom trying to manage everyone’s emotions, and reassuring everyone. I treated them as my own from the time they were born, as I got older and angry that I was not able to do things that other teenagers were doing, I could be a bratty big sister at times. I chased them with the vacuum cleaner, but honestly, I thought they liked it.

I didn’t know they were afraid of the Kirby! 

When I started working and earning my own money, I would take them with me shopping. They always got one thing. I would let them pick out whatever. I didn’t remember that until they mentioned it several years ago. Money was always tight growing up – even when mom started making a very nice salary, it was tight. I remember growing up with very little, being embarrassed because my mom made my clothes, we had limited food supply, at times no food.

My mom always found a way to feed me.

I remember kids making fun of me because I had miracle whip between two slices of bread, it was all we had and it was wrapped in aluminum foil. Other kids had “normal” sandwiches and they were in ziplock bags. I also had to make my own lunches because mom would always forget, or get frustrated with me about food. I started making my lunches in first grade.

The girls had never experienced these types of things my mom and I went through.

They had never had to worry about food, electricity going out, or having no water. They had everything. They grew up in wonderful homes and our all time favorite the house with the huge in ground pool. My mom worked hard, and sacrificed herself, and time to ensure my sisters did not go through what she and I went through. However, they did. They did not face some of the extreme conditions she and I did, but when my mom left her high paying job, they had to strap down to a limited income.

They also witnessed my mom be taken advantage of by another loafing predator. 

My mom’s boyfriend for several years had caused serious financial problems for her that she was unaware of until the end of the relationship. My sisters have a negative view of all men. They do not trust them, all of the examples they have are not good. Their father abandoned them. They have never seen a healthy relationship. My other sister lives with her boyfriend and their baby. Well the baby is two years old, but he is still a baby to me. We all call him Baby K. I love him, he is the sweetest most attitude’ish, dancing hipster I have ever met. He is a busy fella.

My sister is not happy, but she is making the changes in her life to help her. 

She is trying to change and get help. This sister has been surrounded with my mom, me, who are on the spectrum, and my other sister who shows many traits. She is not on the spectrum and has had her own emotional traumas from being confused by us – we all have. Communication and emotional confusion had been a large source of all of our pains. I was overwhelmed with emotions that I can only describe as “complete” when this sister acknowledged our autism, and revealed that she understood us in her own way. Also, when she shared her acknowledgement that she needed help.

I long for her to be happy, and to love herself as much as we all do.

She is a strong woman, she is independent in many ways, but she wants and longs to be loved for who she is. It looks as though she is on that journey and I am very happy for her. She believes that she may be bipolar, it is possible. I have suggested that to my mom on occasion, but my sister had a negative association with mental issues. She never wanted to be labeled “crazy” or be forced to take some sort of medication. She suffers from anxiety disorders – we were a household of various anxiety issues. I think she may have sensory processing disorder, and suggested when she is evaluated that she mention that.

I hope I helped her yesterday know that there is nothing to be ashamed of. 

It is the best thing to seek help, or at least gain a better understanding so she can stop suffering and then, beating herself up for her behaviors. She is definitely not on the spectrum, and I feel for her living with the three of us who did not comprehend her pain. We did not comprehend because we did not know. She always acted happy, and when things would explode, we were left confused. She did not know how to talk to us, and we had no idea how to discern her needs. We all felt rejected at some point.

She did not know what she was feeling, or how to express her feelings.

I love my sisters I think they are beautiful. I think they are funny. I admire their intelligence and what they have accomplished in their life. I hope, as all of us seem to be hitting a fork in the road, including my mom, that we all make the wisest choices. I am proud of our family. I am proud that us girls made it, but I want to see all of us girls succeed and no longer be hindered by the issues that have held us back. All of us are a mixed bag of complete independence and self-confidence, but we are stifled by our inward struggles, and the outward rejection. I hope we all find the confidence to break through our biggest obstacle. (Many times it happens to be our own voices, and the negative perception of ourselves.)

I think we will do it.

We have gotten through some pretty bad situations, looking lustrous in the end. I did not intend to write a post like this! I wish my brain would stop being serious. I am going back to lighter thoughts. We all had fun yesterday. I enjoyed my sisters, mom, and Baby K very much. It was a wonderful send off. We were all our goofy, loud laughing selves and did not care a bit. They got annoyed with me for taking a billion pictures.

It was like old times…or whenever I see them.

I am the annoying person with the camera, and I always have been. (Or the video camera. Hee hee ) I had so many memories rush through me yesterday, when I look at them they still look like my little baby sisters. I will always call them “the girls.” I will always enjoy their personalities and get excited when they share their talents. I just love ‘em no matter what.

I got some great pictures. Happy me! 

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06/23/12

My Shorts! I LOVE My Shorts!

I get freaky about clothes that I like. I will keep them until they fall apart if they fit me the right way. I get upset when I cannot find them, or if by accident, I toss them in a “cleaning out my closet” frenzy. That is what I thought I did with the shorts I found today. I have been searching for them for three years! I walked upstairs and right outside of David’s door laid my blue Old Navy string tie shorts that were given to me by someone who no longer wanted them. I am a fan of hand-me-down’s and free clothes any day.

I squealed and grabbed my shorts. 

I said with great enthusiasm, “My shorts! I love my shorts!” Then, went into a lengthy story about how I thought I had lost them and I could not believe that David had them mixed in with all of his clothes these past years. He had no idea he had them with his clothes. He only found them because he was packing his clothes up. He did not understand my great love for my shorts either and at one point asked me, “Would you like me to leave the room?” I guess I was hugging them and squealing a little much. Who cares! I do love them they are one of my favorites.

Joshua took pictures for me. Hee hee 

 

Well let me tell you after my mini-shutdown, I am doing much better. 

I still feel a little emotionally wobbly with everything going on, but at least my overwhelming feelings have gone to their proper place and I am feeling chipper. Plus, I got my shorts back! I know, I know who gets all nutty over shorts. Me! That’s who! Last night was a great adventure. The kids were going to stay the night over at my mom’s house for the first time ever. It was a huge thing for her and them. I did not expect Daniel to stay, and he did not. I was planning on working on the house late into the night with hopes that Daniel would stay.

However, change of plans I went and picked him up at 9pm. 

Ariel and Joshua stayed and ALL of them did remarkably well. I was not filled with anxiety or anything. They had a blast and I am so happy that they were able to do that before we moved. They were all “over it” by the time I went and got them. (Including mom. Hee hee) It was good though. When I went to get Daniel, he wanted me to stay the night so he could stay. I told him I was not sleeping there. He started to lose it, but I told him that I needed to go to the store before it was too late so we needed to leave.

He thought that we were going back to Grammy’s after the store. 

I figured this out and in order to stop a full on meltdown in the store I tried to keep him occupied with other thoughts. Once I got him buckled into the car seat, I told him we were going home. The “why” questions came and I explained it to him. He was upset for a while when we got home, but I finally got him to bed. When we went back in the morning, he wanted to stay. Everyone was pretty tired however, we (Grammy) managed to build and paint a car for him. Ariel and Joshua had already made theirs in the morning. Daniel has been on the verge of meltdown all day.

He got upset with me because I would not let him bring his bike into the house. 

He is feeling very off, they all are. It was good to be able to do it, but there are so many changes and transitions going on that the kids are hitting their max. They are ready to hit the road and be done with it all. Me too, then again not so much. I am torn. Oh, well that is life onward and upward! (I just like saying that sometimes.) I had to take a break and write out something’s because I cleaned the garage today and spent several days cleaning, and there is still so much to do. I am getting ready to clear out the rooms I have packed and put it all in the garage.

All stacked ready for the dolly so we can load it right onto the truck with ease. 

I have purged a lot in the last year and boy, am I thankful I have. We do not have near the amount of things that we had in previous moves. What we have the most are books. Boxes and boxes of books. I am keeping them all. :-)  I guess I better stop procrastinating and get with it. I have been taking a ton of pictures… right, that is different how? (Lol!) I will share a few the sky has been beautiful – I am so going to miss that part of this area. The beach, the weather, the skies wonderful paintings, the clouds, and my mom and sisters. I get to spend some time with them tomorrow, which will be good. We are all going to be very hard and act like we do not care it because it hurts too much to think about it.

We are “smooth” like that. :-)

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06/21/12

What Was I Expecting?

I have no idea what I was expecting today when I went to the last interview dealing with the diagnosis for Daniel. I knew that he needed to be evaluated again because the last time he was 3 1/2 years old. I was hoping for more specific details dealing with his sensory processing issues – I do know that. I knew that she might say that he showed signs of ADHD. She did, though he did not get that official diagnosis.

His sensory issues cause him to act with same behaviors as those with ADHD.

However, he does not consistently act in those behaviors. I have observed that the behaviors heighten when he has anxiety, or is dealing with sensory difficulties. I listened to her go line by line, looking at me. I did not look up very much my eyes were glued to everything that was typed out. I heard the words go through my body, and I felt comfort in being right about some things, and I felt dismayed at others.

She looked at me and said, “I know the initial shock takes some time.”

Then, she paused and said, “Oh, wait you already know this.” She is used to dealing with first time parents, and parents who know practically nothing about autism and sensory processing disorder. I just shook my head and said, “Yes, I already know, but I have a more accurate diagnosis for his sensory issues now.” His sensory issues have been exhausting for me. They never stay the same, one-day he is hyposensitive, the next day he is hypersensitive. He seeks deep pressure, but cannot be touched.

Then, he wants me to hold him for hours.

The next minute he is standing next to me needing to touch my skin. It changes constantly. I felt relief when I read “Overall Assessment: Daniel is a very complicated boy with many sensory defensives behaviors.” This has made it very difficult for a consistent sensory diet. I have to change things constantly, and try to read him. I felt numb as we discussed some things that need to happen for Daniel. I definitely got my confirmation that this move is the absolute best thing for him, and me.

The words flooded my mind as I stared.

She asked me if I had any questions. I politely said that I needed to read all of it first. She made it clear that if I had any questions to contact her, and I knew that she meant it. I do not think she knew how to read me. I was not sure what I was feeling either – I shutdown. My eyes started to tear up as I got to my car. I needed deep pressure. I needed someone to collapse into. I needed someone who would just hold me and not talk to me, or try to fix me. (Or the situation.)

All I had was an hour drive home by myself and hard blasting music.

The tears rolled down my cheeks, and they turned into uncontrollable sobs. I was beating myself up mentally because I didn’t know why I was crying. I thought, “You are such a hypocrite! Why are you crying?” Then, the words banged in my head, shouting over all the negative thoughts, “I cannot protect him! I cannot protect him!” My whole life consumed my mind. All of the hurts, pains, my broken heart, my intense emotions, being bullied, mocked, misunderstood, abused, all of it.

It came like a maddening force.

All I could do was sob, and think of how I cannot be there with him as I have been. He is too old now. He needs to be out in the world. I hyperventilated thinking of how I am going to have to put him out into this world and everyday beg God, the Universe, the Cosmos I don’t know whomever to, “Please, please do not let my boy get hurt! Please, God in heaven don’t let him suffer these pains. Please!”

I am sobbing again as I write this.

I know that I am highly emotional right now. I know that I have a lot going on, and this is only adding to my stress. I knew that Daniel was going to receive the title of Autism Spectrum Disorder. I knew that she would say he is considered “High-functioning.” I knew all of these things already about his communication, social relatings, his restricted and repetitive interests, and behaviors. I know them all like the back of my hand, yet I forget.

I forget that when he is out in the world that people do not see my dear boy.

I forget because I love him so much, and I see how far he has come. I know what a dear heart he has. I know that the wrong person could totally break it. I know that mean kids who do not understand the consequences of their actions could destroy my boys confidence. I know that the world can be cruel, and hateful. But I forget. I forget because I want to think the best of people. I forget because I do not see any of Daniel’s “issues” as problems.

I forget, and it breaks my heart that I cannot protect him.

He is still unable to articulate well if someone has hurt him. He is still unable to explain clearly, why someone has upset him, or hurt his feelings. He does not know – he only knows it feels wrong. I know exactly how he feels, and the thought tears me up because it is so painful and frustrating. I am not crying because of the diagnosis, it has been here for a long time. I am actually thankful for it because now I have some clear answers and specifics to work on that we were unable to get when he was 3 1/2 and non-verbal.

I have just been hit with the feeling of wanting to protect him.

Seeing my life, living it over the last year, and looking at all I have had to work through is just too much to think about my child having to endure any of that. Any of it! I had no idea what I was feeling, or why I was so emotional that is the reason I sat down here to get it out. I still have tears burning my face. I still feel this penetrating ache, but I also know that my boy is not going to go through what I did.

My boy is not going to be alone.

My boy is going to get what he needs to help him be successful, confident, and able to achieve what he wants to with his life. He will get the support, and understanding that he needs. He is going to be fine, and he is going to know how much he is worth. I will make sure of that. I cannot protect him forever, but I can prepare him. I will prepare him. I think I got most of it out. Sorry for such an intense post.

I am somewhat intense sometimes. :-)

Some fabulous news though, Daniel ate chicken and corn for the first time yesterday! Since he ate those fish from the ocean, he has eaten fish sticks twice now as well. He didn’t want any more tilapia, but I found Ian’s gluten-free fish sticks. He liked them. Another amazing thing is that he has been chewing gum for two days straight. Daniel has never been able to chew gum – Daniel NEVER wanted to chew gum. I am a gum addict; I finally found some that I can chew that doesn’t mess with my head. (It doesn’t have aspartame.) I thought gum might help Daniel with some of his issues like it helps me. It seems to be helping him.

He has started to take notice to what Ariel and Joshua are doing.

He is wanting to mimic them more and participate, initiating more play. He is also doing the same thing with food. He is starting to ask for the same types of foods on a regular basis. He does not always eat them, but he is asking. I give it to him sometimes he tries it, sometimes he does not. The point is he is asking, and wanting to partake in similar things as Ariel and Joshua. I have hope, and my tears have stopped. It was such an overwhelming feeling to think about him hurting in anyway. I have to remember his life looks, and is nothing like the way mine was. Daniel is going to be just fine.

He will succeed at many things, but most of all at being himself.

The radio station seemed to be reading me and playing songs that I like. On the way home the second song that played is one that moves me anyway. It is a hard song, with language, but I relate to it very much. It came on during my full sob session. I am sharing it. I also met a critter on my way into the building. He and I talked a while. He even came after me like he wanted to be my pet. There is a picture of my Boo Bear too, in all his awesomeness. :-)

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06/20/12

Speaking of Fathers…

I did not forget Father’s Day and I had the kids get a little something for David. Father’s Day is always a source of anxiety for me because I start gearing myself up to call my dad. My dad’s birthday usually falls on the day before or the day after. Still for years, I have problems remembering when it is. Even though his birthday is on the same day as Paul McCartney - I have problems remembering.

I am so horrible at remembering birthdays, and holidays.

It is a significant feat if I remember your birthday. I do not know why I can remember certain people’s birthday, but others I go blank. I do not have many I can remember even though I love birthdays. I love birthdays! I feel a certain amount of guilt for not remembering birthdays, but I cannot. I have tried and I cannot. I am such a riddle wrapped up in an enigma. Hee hee

How can I make sense to others when I am confused about me?

Ok, back to my other thoughts. In the past I would fret, worry, be filled with anxiety preparing for the call to my dad. I had several things going on. I had fear of getting his birthday wrong and calling on the wrong day, or sending his card on the wrong day. I was worried I would forget Father’s Day.

Panic would rage through me.

“When is my dad’s birthday? Oh, God is it the 8th? Is it the 18th? When is Paul McCartney’s birthday? Why can’t I remember? Oh, God I have to call him. What am I going to say? What is he going to be disappointed about? What is he going to say about my mom? What is he going to tell me about my sisters? What can I tell him? What do I need to make sure does not slip out of my mouth?”

I am sharing part of the ongoing script that started as a child.

There is a lot more.  Keep in mind this is a script for many phone conversations, not only my father. However, I have much more that I felt I needed to filter when talking to him. I cannot keep the filters up on the phone. I realized that a lot of my anxiety from the phone is the inability to stop talking. In face-to-face conversations, I can fake it.

I can stop talking and people are all right with that.

They see the need to ponder, or at least understand it a little more. On the phone, you are not able to have time to think about what you are saying. This leaves me open to panic and I am unable to control what comes out of my mouth. There can be no silence on the phone! No audible pause – you are required to keep talking. My brain gets fuzzy and flustered because I have to keep going with my words. I am left ending the conversation in complete confusion having no idea what I said.

I do not know what the person said.

Then, the conversation starts to flood my mind and this can be for days. It has been a difficult thing with my dad because I have never known how to perceive him. Some of his words hurt, his behavior was inconsistent, with my sisters and me. He would talk about other people and I did not understand why. Our conversations turned to simplistic and one-dimensional because they hurt me too badly.

I would go through phases of not talking to him for months and months.

There is a lot that happened throughout my life with our relationship that confused me, hurt me, devastated me at times, and made me angry. There are also times when I was overwhelmed with complete joy, and love for my dad. The most confusing and many times the most hurtful thing was how differently I was treated from everyone else.

He has always treated me differently.

I do not know how to explain it, but if you observed it, you could see it. He acted differently around me, and I think this confused my sisters as well. I always took this as my father not wanting me, not wanting to know me, or not being interested in me. He did not ask about me, or when he did I felt judged and condemned – I always felt lacking in all of my abilities because he would share how someone else achieved something else, or did it better.

I did not understand this and took it as being inadequate.

I think I have had much of this all wrong. I think I have misunderstood several things about my father. Now that I look at some of these things in hindsight, I believe he was trying to connect to me. He too needs to have a common interest in order to talk to people. He can be a very literal thinker. He has been prone to black-and-white thinking as well.

His words were unbending and hurtful at times.

Many things go into my relationship with father. Many, many years of pain and confusion for me and my mom was the one who was left to try to comfort me. She is not a very comforting person and it turned into my responsibility to comfort myself, and try to make sense of my father’s confusing behaviors. I have read that many people on the spectrum can reason to the point of complete illogical reasoning (I think everyone does this to some extent, but we come up with some concrete thinking that can be different from the average Joe.) just to make sense of confusing situations. I have done this my whole life with relationships.

The most irrational logic that I adopted from childhood is that “I am always at fault.”

I had to get to some logical explanation to make the loops stop – no matter how irrational or illogical it was. I will give an example of what my mom and I both said yesterday realizing how ridiculous our thinking was. I was discussing with her the things I have discovered about body image and proprioception. My mother suffers from dysmorphia as well. She feels no connection to her body, and she shared with me that she has no idea what she looks like.

This explained to me my mom’s obsessive behavior about appearance while I was growing up.

She obsessed about mine and hers sometimes it was out of control other times it was nonexistent. Lots going on there – needless to say I was confused on many occasions. It didn’t stop me from wearing my vampire boxer shorts, tank top, and socks into the grocery, thank you very much. She and I were talking about how we have no clue what we look like, and I said that all we had to go by is what others said about our appearance.

My mom and I were both mocked, and made fun of for the way we looked.

We had people in our life that would pick on parts of our body in “joking” ways. During junior high I had girlfriends do this to me, then later I had boyfriends nit-pick my body, or my behaviors. We have a childhood of those words. My mom also had her father who made fun of her looks. He thought they were funny jokes to make fun of her nose, or freckles. Those jokes destroyed my mother – she also had kids at school mocking her for the same things among other things. I was constantly mocked for various things, but mainly for my birthmark.

Then, the men in our life who claimed to love us treated us horribly.

They would pay attention to other women (girls) all the while claiming that we were the ones they wanted. They would tell us how attractive we were, or they thought we were beautiful then, would cheat on us. When it comes to cheaters, our minds now have written them off. They liars – anything they said or did say were lies. Everything. If they said, we were beautiful it was a lie. So how could we ever know what we looked liked?

If they cheated, or paid more attention to another girl than that meant we must not be attractive.

Those two factors were confusing, and did not help us to gain a true understanding of what we look like. This is completely irrational thinking. Those guys were jerks for doing that, we picked the wrong guys because we had no comprehension of our self-worth. We usually just “ended up” with them. There is a lot wrapped into that as well. It helped to talk this stuff through though and we gained a great deal of healing.

Back to my dad.

I called on Sunday forgetting that it was Sunday and that he is at church for most of the day. I was taking the kids to the beach so I would be too tired when I got back. I left a message and then, decided to call him on Monday. I decided to call him from the beach because yes, I am taking the kids as much as possible before we leave… in eight days! Aaaaaa!

It was one of the best conversations I have had with my dad.

I had no anxiety, or fear about what I said. I figured out that I need to be in a place that I really enjoy in order to be on the phone. I have settled that I will not make any calls unless I am on the beach or by water of some sort. During the summer, so I can only makes calls for a few months the rest of the time I am in phone hiding. Hee hee

My dad actually started talking to me about his sensory issues.

I expected the normal response when I started to explain what was going on with his auditory processing. It is usually changing the subject, or a transition to another person – somehow the topic is evaded. It was not the normal response he said, “So this is normal?” I laughed and said, “For those who have sensory issues.” I explained synesthesia to him because he sounded like he had some similar issues as I do – my mom has a certain form of  synesthesia as well. When I told my dad he said, “Wow you got it from both sides!” This was so confirming for me. I said, “Yes! See, now can everyone be just a little bit more lenient with me?’ He said, “You mean you want some grace?”

I said, “Yes, from now on I am going to pull the grace card. A little grace here people!”

We had fun talking and I was on the phone for over an hour I believe. I did not go into shutdown, I did not get depressed, I was not filled with confusion, and I did not have some impending fear of waiting to be rejected. If my dad knew that I have gone through this my entire life he would feel so sad. He has never purposely hurt me, or even realized that he has.

With his slight acknowledgement of sensory issues it made me feel understood.

It made me feel like he wanted to know about something that I have knowledge in. It felt good. It made me hopeful for when he sees the kids. My step mom shared with me several weeks ago that they have a single mother who has a daughter with Aspergers who now goes to their church. I am not sure how everything is interpreted with her behaviors, or if they are praying for healing. She did not mention any of that. She did mention that the mom has shared about what it was like for her with her daughter, and she has shared about some of her experiences with meltdowns/shutdowns.

I think them being around someone with Aspergers, and a parent with experience has helped.

I do admit that yesterday morning I had a spout of depressive feelings. I wrote out what I was feeling through a story, and by midmorning, I was feeling better. In the afternoon the kids, mom, and I went to the beach. I am a little emotional now, but I have a lot going on – I believe it is quite normal. I think I can allow myself to feel some overwhelming feelings. :-)

I am off to pack – Whoop!

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06/18/12

Poor Body-Awareness… Big Can Of Worms

Well, well this issue keeps rearing its head all up in my face so I guess I will deal with a little bit. I have been quite fixated on skin lately, the body and how it works in general has been of great interest to me. I have always been fascinated, but I go through cycles. This particular cycle has gone into a much deeper aspect. An emotional and physical relationship with me and my skin – my whole body really.

My pattern is to consume information when I do not understand something.

I investigate, study, observe, analyze, and then apply the information to my life situations. It’s no wonder I have been obsessive about human anatomy. I have been mixing that with emotional and behavioral observations as well. One thing that I have observed in my family, and with people in general, they will acknowledge what you look like, or what you are wearing. Most of the time they only compliment the appearance, and if they do compliment you about your intelligence or a character trait it normally feels awkward and uncomfortable. (Although, appearance compliments, can at times, make me feel very uncomfortable depending on the person, how it said, and the situation.)

A source of confusion for me for a lifetime is compliments.

Many people in my family will give compliments about appearance. It seems that many of my family members, much of the time, are obsessed with their appearance and hearing how attractive they are. As well as being obsessive about the appearance of others and how attractive, or “not” attractive (from their perspective) they are. If they are not told forthright about their wonderful beauty gracing the presence of this earth, they will tell everyone, themselves how beautiful or awesome they are. When these family members see me, the first things they comment on have to do with my appearance, (good or bad, or loaded compliments) or they ignore me. In the past, to ensure that I measured up I made sure to always be the skinniest, and there were tanning battles as well.

I did not know I was battling though.

I actually had no idea that there was appearance competitions going on. I only had feelings of being uncomfortable and confused by behaviors and words. I was seeking to be seen, I learned that in order to be seen I needed to look good. The attention felt negative most of the time, but I did not understand it. I did not even do much to make myself look good – I did live up to what everyone paid attention to. I was thin, tan, and had pretty hair. I brushed it a lot you can call me Marcia. (Marcia, Marcia, Marcia! I do a mean Jan Brady impersonation.)

I can see where my confusion or seeming aloof is perceived as being rather bitchy. (The best word to use.)

I cannot recall many of the things spoken because they made no sense, or I had to forget them because they hurt my feelings. At the time, they did not feel right, and that is the only way I can explain it. I do recall though after having the kids, and I had an additional thirty pounds on me I was treated differently. My other aunt made a comment about my weight, something about my face being fuller.

I said, “Well it’s the first time you are seeing me at a healthy weight.”

It was true, I was speaking from a medical point of view, and I had to keep telling myself things like that because otherwise I went into self-attack mode. I feared my family would reject me if I didn’t look a certain way. I had to force myself not to starve myself. My mom was worried that my body would never go back to normal seeing me pregnant with twins. There were comments about my weight by family members as well made into jokes of course, but I wasn’t sure how to take them. I was pregnant – I was supposed to gain weight! I felt uncomfortable because I did not know what I looked like and after the children were born my body had changed, I was really out of touch with a body I am already disconnected from.

I feel very disconnected from my body most of the time.

Part of my issue as well is that clothes never feel right. I have a hard time finding things that I like that are also comfortable. I do not like wearing big frumpy clothes, and I do not like wearing tight clothes. I have no idea what I look like in clothes and I have had to rely on my mom and friends to help me. I have always kept my attire simple. I went through cycles of certain types of clothing. I would only wear skirts with shorts underneath, or jeans and a specific style of shirt. I would have many different colors of the same style.

If I found pants that were comfortable I would (do) buy several of them. 

I do love coats, boots, gloves, hats, scarves, though I do not like wearing clothes. It is the irony of my life. The constant love – hate battle with things. Not having an awareness of how clothes fit, and also being very sensitive to how they feel makes me self-conscious about what I look like in them. Since I relied on others to tell me if it looked ok, I assumed that if people did not say anything it must be bad, and if they said something it must look good.

Depending on the comment of course.

I would go home and throw clothes away if someone made fun of me, or if a boyfriend said something about what I was wearing that I perceived as negative. There were too many connections to the clothes then. However, there were some things I refused to get rid of no matter what because they fit and felt comfortable. My decades of white t-shirts, and boxer shorts drove my mom crazy, but I did not care. I loved them!

I love white t-shirts and they were a large part of my attire during a certain phase.

There was a music video that I saw where a woman was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. I thought it looked like the coolest thing ever. After that, I stole all of my step-dad’s white t-shirts. I stole my boyfriends, and I stole them from my first husband. I am wearing one right now, it’s pretty much the coolest sleeping attire ever. (It has to be men’s size large. Certain brands I cannot wear, but Old Navy and Hanes seem to have the right texture for me. Same for men’s Old Navy boxers. :-) )  Prior to that as a child I would wear my papa’s white t-shirts for bed all the time. I stole his too. He wore white t-shirts and white tank tops with suspenders. Hee hee I also went into a white tank top phase because I saw that on a video too and thought it was awesome. I have about twenty or more different tank tops in assorted colors. They are my other source of fashion awesomeness, and yoga pants.

I digress.

There are several factors for my self-image/self-awareness issues. I am going sharing two today. This is a huge assortment of problems it is not as simple as having a self-confidence problem, or needing positive encouragement. The first one is a personal issue and I am sure that others may have a common bond as well with family placing high importance and acceptance based on appearance.

I hope that in my following posts I will be able to articulate the matter that is beneficial to others.

The second one however, I believe touches on a huge issue for those on the autism spectrum. It deals with proprioception. It is our sense of body awareness. My two factors for today.

  1. My family seems to think that appearance is a high priority, at least I perceive it that way. Those who are pretty get the attention. (This is on both sides.) There are not compliments given about what you have achieved using your mind. If you use your brain you are challenged, or ignored. If you look pretty, you get all the smiles and attention.
  2.  Sensory issues cause me to feel uncomfortable and awkward in my own body and on the outside of my body. This can be a challenge to feel connected, or see with a proper scope, and I do think it is a factor in my dysmorphia issue.

I have a book that I recommend to those with sensory issues, or if you want to better understand your child, or anyone you care about who has sensory issues.  It is a long title “Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast, Too Tight: What to Do If You Are Sensory Defensive in an Overstimulating World.” In chapter four, in which I am sharing excerpts from, there is a section titled ”Disconnected From One’s Body” in it there are details that explain how an infant comes to a healthy understanding of their own body through the touch of their parents. (caregivers)

“The more solid the child’s body sense, the more solid her sense of self, and she grows up to feel attractive, close to others, and endowed with sexual identity.”

This statement is based on a”normal” functioning sensory system. Those who are sensitive to touch find it uncomfortable, and as an infant who rejects touch it is said to receive inadequate tactile and proprioceptive information to feel connected with, and get a sense of her body that can cause a lack of a well-developed body map.

“Thus, she ‘loses touch’ with her body and grows up not feeling grounded, or ‘inside’ her body.

“The tactile defensiveness child may engage in contact sports, such as wrestling and football, or even self injury, such as cutting or burning the skin, or become sexually promiscuous. At the same time, poor body awareness inhibits them from moving comfortably in a sexual way or expressing sexual signals in a relaxed manner. They are unaware of their sex appeal.”

“When I was young and thin, with my large bust,” says one woman, “I had no idea that I turned men on. I didn’t even think about sex. I couldn’t see what I really looked like.”

“When they don’t have weight against their skin, defensives feel constant skin hunger- an “unbearable lightness of being”

“Yet, defensives feel compelled to erect a mental suit of armor to protect people from violating their tenuous space. Life is a constant irony.”

There are so many things I could comment on with this little bit I shared. 

I drove my mom batty with all of my gymnastics, and pounding dancing. When I was a young adult I was prone to jumping into mosh pits, or slamming into people on the dance floor if they got in my space. I would get aggressive in sports that is one reason why I stopped. I was a cutter. Sex is another whole issue – I am an avoider.

Becoming aware that I am not the only one who goes through this is very helpful.

Though I am going to be processing the emotional and social confusion aspects of this in a series of posts, this understanding of proprioception has cleared up many things. My mom is not a “touchy” person. As a child she did give me touch, but I was also sensitive. When I was an infant I cried all the time, I was up most of the time, and the only person who could comfort me was my grandmother. She held me tightly wrapped and on her chest. She would hold me for hours until we moved to Germany. I got about six weeks of that, and then my mom was on her own with me. My mom did not have the patience for that and had her own sensory issues to contend with. I do not remember anything about my dad at that time the stories indicate that he was working, or out much of the time.

Discovering this information can help me seek out things to help me gain body awareness.

It can help clear up some emotional baggage as well. I have mentally attacked myself for so long for not being able to handle the touch of others. I felt shame or guilt in relationships because I simply am not capable of being what they needed, or need. I have often felt like such a freak because it hurt my body to hug, (even family) that I didn’t want to kiss anyone, or that their hands made me feel icky. In more intimate relationships, I cannot force myself to do things and in the past, I was able to use alcohol to help me with this. It was not a healthy way to deal with people touching me, and I know that I am not able to drink alcohol.

My body and mind are intolerant.

Something that helped me a great deal was in the book 22 Things a Woman With Asperger’s Syndrome Wants Her Partner to Know when she is talking about sex/intimacy. She goes over many aspects of the sensory issues that play into this issue as well as the absolute need for trust. She makes it clear that all Aspie girls are different in this area, but “sensory issues might make sex something more akin to being strapped into a dentist’s chair, and being poked and prodded, inducing panic, fear, and dread, rather than pleasure.”

Um… that is all. I will add more from this chapter.

“Extreme sensitivity might mean that she wants sex all the time… or never. I have heard young women that while their senses overload during sex, they’re not actually very sensitive ‘down there,” and so at best, merely tolerate sex, and worst, detest it. I’ve also talked to women who were that way with one man, but quite enjoyed sex with another, who “ticked all of the right boxes.”

I have spoken briefly about intimacy and that I have some serious issues with it.

I believe much of it has to do with feeling so disconnected from my body. I am not strictly talking about sexual intimacy. Intimacy in general, though I am fixated on how the reproductive organs work and have been researching that as well because it is something that has always been a struggle for me. I blamed it on abuse, insecurity, living environments, the weather, any excuse you can think of I have used it as an excuse. I used them because I could not explain what was wrong, and people do not understand. They think it is a rejection of them. While many factors play a role here, the bottom line is everything has to be absolutely right for me in order for it to possibly work. This can include friendships as well – there has got to be multiple connections, or understandings in order for me to feel safe.

I do not know what people mean to feel “sexy” either.

I do not know what sexy is, but I would like to understand these things. I would like to feel comfortable in my own skin. I am gaining answers that are helping me not feel like such a freak or a horrible person. However, others may still think I am horrible and this is easily fixable – it is not. I feel like this is a huge step into being able to deal with some of my triggers with a rational mindset and no longer emotional/social confusion. Now I have concrete answers that helps my brain process. I am not sure how long this series is going to take. I will share when I can with the move and all it may take a bit longer than I want it to. Until my next one, I recommend the two books I mentioned above if you share any of these struggles.

I do plan to continue writing lighter posts though – I have to write! :-)


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06/16/12

Pikachu Cake! Birthday Party – Yippie!

Today we celebrated Joshua’s 6th birthday because we will be in full-blown moving mode the weekend of his birthday. He was perfectly fine with it and is a VERY happy little guy right now. He got loaded down with Lego’s! The neighbors came over and guess what they got him that I am stealing?

This!

Catwoman is mine!

He got other purely awesome gifts as well.

His Grammy and Aunties got him more Superhero Lego sets, and we got him the Lord of The Rings “Attack on Weathertop™” he was showered in Lego heaven! Because Daniel and Ariel are twins and have a party together we ended up starting a tradition to help Joshua by giving him one present on their birthday. I was not the biggest fan of this, but David is the youngest out of his brothers and cannot stand to see Joshua feeling left out.

WELL… Now it has turned into all of the children getting one present on the birthdays. 

I personally do not feel that it is necessary, and I will swallow it with me being insensitive. It doesn’t matter they all get a present. I can be quite anal about buying gifts, and toys, and such. David and I can be complete opposites when it comes to ideals about money. Anyway, Ariel and Daniel each got a present. I admit my hard heart :-) melted when Ariel cried in the store the day she saw Imaginext Mega T-Rex and pleaded with us to get it. She never does that and I was confused by her behavior that day. We did not get it, but she asked if she could get it for Joshua’s birthday.

It has been months, I cannot recall how long, but a fairly long time. 

This was her response when she got it today, “I will keep him with me forever, and ever and hold him and take care of him. He is my pet!”

 

Daniel finally got his Hexbug Spider, I think he has been asking for it for a year now.

At least it feels like a year. Lol! He couldn’t even let Joshua start on his presents because he was too anxious and excited to finally get his Hexbug Spider. He opened it and went into investigative mode, trying to figure out how it works. He is playing with it, studying it, talking about it, loving on it, and now asking for a green one. We could only find a blue one. He is talking to it, and saying, “I wish I had a green Hexbug Spider.” I am not sure how long this thing is going to last. He tried to drop it off the counter to see if it would still walk earlier. :-/

I am so excited that I made a Pikachu cake!

Joshua loved it. All the kids loved it. I had fun making it, but it did take a lot longer than I anticipated. This happens every year. I end up having about 10 minutes to get ready before the party starts. I am proud of my foamy mouthed looking Pikachu. Hee hee You can see the icing I used on the fondant if you look closely. His backside was not all that beautiful, and his arms were too heavy, but he still looked great. (Long enough for pictures, and to sing happy birthday.)

Here is Pikachu!

I feel exhausted. 

I am used to my mom and sisters who usually stay for a short time and then, go. My mom is on Aspie time for social events. The neighbors stayed longer, which was good but still a lot of socializing. David was working on building Lego’s and I was doing pretty well at keeping up conversation. However, when it hit me I shutdown. I just lost my words. I got up and started to do something, I think I started to take pictures again. David started to talk more and took them upstairs to see his computer. They are all three into gaming.

I am not. 

Nothing against it, it is just not an interest to me. When they went upstairs, I went into my bathroom and took goofy pictures to make me laugh. Joshua and their little girl stayed downstairs playing with Lego’s so I came out and hung out with them taking pictures for a little while. By the time they left, I collapsed. Literally, I had to change my clothes and go lay in bed. I could not get up, or open my eyes. I heard David say that he was hungry, and I told him that I was sorry, but I could not get up. I just couldn’t.

I mustered up enough energy a little bit later to get up. 

I had planned to make dinner for everyone, but it got too late so we decided to get something. I am still very tired and think I will be off to bed quite early. Ugh! Socializing! Why is it so exhausting? I observed our neighbors and they seem to gain energy hanging out and talking, I watched David, and he too gets very enthused and energized. I feel like I have been out for 80 hours talking nonstop, and it was only a few hours. I enjoyed myself, I really like talking to them and hanging out.

It just zaps my brain. 

I realized today the way that offend people when I am in social situations. I do stop talking, or walk away. I will leave the room in mid conversation, or start doing things like taking pictures, or picking up a book while someone is trying to talk to me. Most of the time I am listening… most of the time. Unless my brain has shutdown, and I cannot take anymore. I also realized today that I had absolutely no anxiety. I did start to panic, and hyperventilate catching myself before it went into full meltdown. It was because I could not get the cake to sit straight. I was afraid that it would collapse and be ruined.

I started to panic because I didn’t want to ruin Joshua’s cake.

It would have been awful if I ruined his cake in my mind. I stopped myself by slowing my breathing, I stood quietly, and came up with a plan to fix it. It worked and all went well. I am getting better every year with this stuff. I am so happy that Joshua was able to have a great birthday and actually have a friend over.

Their little cousin came too and it was a lot fun.

Joshua lost it a little bit when his cousin started to mess with his Lego’s. He was able to bounce back quickly, but there were a couple of times that tears started to come. Ariel as well had a moment because she didn’t want to share her dinosaur. She snapped out of it quickly too. It was a fantastic day and I am so thankful for them having such wonderful memories before we move.

More pictures – I can’t help myself! 

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06/14/12

Why Does This Happen?

I do not understand my mind’s timing at all! Well I do, but I have been trying very hard not to get into serious emotional changes or dealings at this time. I was hoping to keep myself on lighter types of thoughts. However, it seems there are major triggers that are associated with my family, and my self-image. My self-image as a whole has been heavily damaged due to family and my experiences during my childhood.

I think I was trying to avoid these truths. 

I am processing it all now. There are so many things intertwined with these issues that it is very hard to sit down and write out my thoughts. I had planned to do so quickly, but I ended up with almost 3000 words and me in tears. Not bad tears - overwhelming tears. They were mixed of pain and healing. That was only my first draft of processing. It is too fresh and I need to edit. I feel really good about it though. I have narrowed down certain triggers and realized that many of the feelings that I am attacked with are not my fears or insecurities at all.

I am still disappointed in some things. 

I realized that I truly need to have more reinforcement that is positive in the area of appearance. Not to be told that I am beautiful all the time – nothing like that! I need to learn how to see myself properly, and I need to know what I really look like because I have no clue whatsoever. I cannot look in the mirror, and the only way that I have ever known how to gauge myself was how others perceived me and how I perceived what they were saying, or how they were treating me.

This is not a good gauge. 

I have no idea how to feel comfortable with myself, or know how to see myself. I guess I will start researching ways to do that. Self-image is either nonexistent for me, or incredibly negative. Good news is I see it now, I understand many of my issues, and I can properly work through them. I think this explains my need for seeking information about how the body works and my recent fixation with learning about skin. I have been a little obsessive about skin. It is because I feel so detached from mine. I do not feel like I am in my body some days, and my skin looks foreign to me always. I do not want to get into that now though.

I will save it for my other post. 

Instead, guess what? We found another house! Should be signing the lease in the next couple of days and moving in June 28th or so. I made sure to check everything this time. (They are painting the inside of the other other house, and offered for us to move in. I declined.) I actually saw this house first, but it was too expensive so I did not give it another thought. Then, last week they dropped the price so I sent my grandma out to go check it out and everything was good. Yay! Yay! Sigh…sigh… I am so sad to be leaving my mom and the ocean. I have taken the kids to the beach the last two days.

I had to use it to help Daniel focus on something else. 

He is not doing very well – his anxiety and excitement are starting to get to be too much. He is all right as long as I give him the hope of the ocean a couple of hours each day. It is taking time out of other things that I need to be doing, but it is helping the kids and me so I figure it is worth it. I will just have to work smarter and faster. I can do it! That was my pep talk. I am feeling really good right now. I did not realize how much stuff was all bottled up inside of me about my body image.

I will add my mental image as well. 

By mental image I mean how I allowed, or took on certain ideas about myself based on how others perceived my thoughts, or actions. I realized just how much I had accepted negative thoughts about me because someone else called me stupid, or incapable. Another person treated me badly and I automatically assumed it had to be me. My mental image has been just as dysmorphed as my body image. Man, oh man I have just had a huge load lift from me.

So now, I will leave with beach pictures and happy thoughts! 

 

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06/12/12

Chasing My Anxiety Storm

It has been raining here for days – last night was an incredible storm. I tried to catch the lightening with my camera, but it is only a Canon digital that gets some random great shots – on the rare occasion. Still I love my camera, I do plan to upgrade to a more professional type, eventually. One day…

I left for a moment day dreaming I am back. 

I stood out my front door waiting to see a black racer visit me – I guess he is still in the back or meandered back to the pond on the other side of the street. I did not see him. I did see lightening flashes and bolts of lightning blasting through the purple sky. It was amazing! There are not many storms like that around here – where I am moving to though there are some very intense storms and tornadoes that blast through leaving debris of destruction from its path of merriment.

I tend to be fearless when it comes to storms.

I like chasing after lightening, listening to thunder, counting, waiting for the blasts in the sky. I find it amusing that I can sleep through a category five hurricane, or insane pounding tropical storms that sound like it is going to shatter my windows, but people scare the heck out of me. It makes no sense, some days I am in disbelief at my own fear to leave a comment on a person’s blog.

 Other days I leave a ton and I am perfectly fine.

Then, there are those days when I leave a comment feeling fine, only later to be attacked with impending fear! Fear of what? I am not exactly sure.  This “displeasing feeling of fear and concern” can be overwhelming and make no sense. I am sucked away by it when I have an irrational feeling that someone, or groups of people are thinking of me in a certain way.

I have no idea what people are thinking that is why this is irrational.

Better yet, why am I worried about what someone who does not know me at all thinks? I do not know, but for some reason it can cause stressors that lead to anxiety. Actually, I do know somewhat. It comes from years of being bullied, abused, misunderstood, and confused… those are some reasons. I would like to brush me off as foolish just as others have with me. It would be much easier to say that I am only being silly, irrational, stupid, whatever you would like to call it. It is not that easy for me – my brain is wired like this. My brain is unable to find the balance and rational emotional transitions that others are so easily capable of doing.

Some people can comment on blogs and not think anything of it.

I think that is part of my problem as well. I DO think about it. It means a lot to me when I comment. It means a lot to me when I talk to someone. It means a lot to me to allow anyone in my life whether through a short blogging interaction or in real life. To me it is all real.

I know others do not feel that way and I am ok with that.

I understand how the internet works. I know my mind thinks differently in this area, and sometimes I wish it were easier for me. Partly, because I get so tired of explaining why I am thinking these thoughts, or having people not understand. I am tired of people thinking that I can “just get over it.” I do not understand why a person would think I purposely want to be afraid of talking to someone on the phone. It would make my life easier if I did not feel anxiety about the phone.

Hello!

I wish it did not mean so much to me when I click the “like” button. I wish I did not enjoy people so much. I wish I did not connect with words, images, ideals, that people share on their blogs. However, I do. Today was a big day for me in this area. I do understand that this can sound very foolish to those who do not understand anxiety disorders, but whether someone understands or not, it is my reality and the reality for others who have anxiety issues.

It may not be like mine – we all have own issues. :-)

Back to today, I left a comment on a blog that is not one of my special interests, without a thought. I just did it. I did not lose any part of myself. I did have a momentary panic attack and then, I thought, “Who cares!” I did it, it’s ok, and I lost nothing. I gained a feeling of fearlessness.

My heart loves to chase after storms.

I am not a person who fears a lot that is why it is so disturbing to me that I have been plagued by this anxiety my whole life. There were times when I would starve rather than walk into a grocery store alone. Yet, I would ride my bike, or walk home at all hours of the night. I would be terrified to pick up the phone to make a doctor’s appointment, or order a pizza, but I would get into men’s faces ready to pounce in a fistfight when they ticked me off.

It makes no sense.

Anxiety is such an oddity in my life. I do not understand it, and that confusion can cause more anxiety. I am swelled with panic when going to new places, or meeting new people, but I can go to another country taking four different flights all alone. It feels very frustrating at times. I get frustrated that I cannot trump this anxiety and make it stop. I am getting better creating new positive scripts, but I know that it will not stop. I know that if my sensory issues are heightened – I could be set off by the smell of my garage.

It happens to smell like butterscotch right now and it is making me angry! 

So what anxiety-ridden issue will rear its head tomorrow? I do not know, but today I overcame a moment of anxiety. I got on the phone and called the property people ready to take action tired of them messing with us. I decided my new career path, and I am going for it. Anxiety may be ingrained into me, but I have concluded that it can be a good thing.

My anxiety stirs me to be creative.

I can write out my irrational fears and thoughts. It gives me reason to tap into my thoughts that help motivate art, silliness, and writing about things that the logical part of my mind likes to keep tied down. My anxiety has opened me up to learn about my emotions and what they really mean to me. My fears of rejection, losing people that I love, being all alone, feeling like I am trapped, or the multiple other worrisome thoughts that ring in my head forces me to pull from deep parts of my soul. I pull from it now, I no longer submit to it. I am running after my anxiety storm knowing full well that it sucks, but great things can come out of my storms.

Picture time! (Before the storm and a little during. There was a rainbow, but you can barely see it.)

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