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I usually do SOMETHING little and non-asshatty for April Fools, but couldn't muster up the care for it this time. Oh well. Thankfully my day has been pretty devoid of pranks. I don't have really have the brain for them today.
I find myself wondering more and more seriously if I should try to get back into therapy, because meds and Ongoing Possibly Worsening Issues and Bullshit I Am Not Getting Over By Myself. Talk therapy doesn't seem to work for me all that much, though - my need to please authority figures at all costs to keep from "getting in trouble" kicks in and surfaces don't get scratched. See also I don't want to try to find a kink and poly friendly WOC therapist in Whitey White McWhiteville Massachusetts. I'd be better off finding unicorns on Mt. Sugarloaf.
Have signed up for Meetup.com and was all set to go to next Monday's poly gathering but saw C's name on the guest list and am now revising that idea. *sigh* Speaking of Bullshit I Am Not Getting Over By Myself. Considering those scars have been reopening with a vengeance over the past two months I really have to wonder if I'm ever going to get to a place where that shit won't hurt me anymore, and part of me is thinking if I haven't gotten there yet, maybe I won't. Is that okay? I don't know. Probably not.
A full week after his ordeal, and Mr Beams is coming to the end doses of his medications and seems to be doing ok. Hoping that means I can have my bathroom back soon and start dousing my house in oxiclean.
This weekend: braid dark green yarn into hair, pull out the boxes, figure out burlesquey stuff. I have a week and a half. Yikes. Oh and Easter stuff too.
Tomorrow - Doctors and Errandry hooray.
Now - Alas, disturb a comfy, purring Lily and hie myself to bells. No rest for the wicked.
I find myself wondering more and more seriously if I should try to get back into therapy, because meds and Ongoing Possibly Worsening Issues and Bullshit I Am Not Getting Over By Myself. Talk therapy doesn't seem to work for me all that much, though - my need to please authority figures at all costs to keep from "getting in trouble" kicks in and surfaces don't get scratched. See also I don't want to try to find a kink and poly friendly WOC therapist in Whitey White McWhiteville Massachusetts. I'd be better off finding unicorns on Mt. Sugarloaf.
Have signed up for Meetup.com and was all set to go to next Monday's poly gathering but saw C's name on the guest list and am now revising that idea. *sigh* Speaking of Bullshit I Am Not Getting Over By Myself. Considering those scars have been reopening with a vengeance over the past two months I really have to wonder if I'm ever going to get to a place where that shit won't hurt me anymore, and part of me is thinking if I haven't gotten there yet, maybe I won't. Is that okay? I don't know. Probably not.
A full week after his ordeal, and Mr Beams is coming to the end doses of his medications and seems to be doing ok. Hoping that means I can have my bathroom back soon and start dousing my house in oxiclean.
This weekend: braid dark green yarn into hair, pull out the boxes, figure out burlesquey stuff. I have a week and a half. Yikes. Oh and Easter stuff too.
Tomorrow - Doctors and Errandry hooray.
Now - Alas, disturb a comfy, purring Lily and hie myself to bells. No rest for the wicked.
