I've been struggling with the formatting on this blog, so I started a new one Aspergers and the Alien. Check me out there!!
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Being Free and Feeling Safe
Even though I've been away from harm and danger since I left my parents house thirty years ago, I continued to carry the fear I felt every day during my early formative years. The old pattern of being scared was locked in.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Fear of Being Forgotten
I'm really enjoying using my own photos and creating my own picture quotes:)
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Still feeling pretty sick
Maybe everyday I'm a little less tired, crabby and ill. Still feel quite sick. Nauseous, exhausted, achy, sore and perpetually uncomfortable. Not up to 30% functional yet. Lots of time to think and drift.
Friday, March 21, 2014
I don't like to talk about myself
As long as I can remember, I've been an intensely private person. I think it's inherent, not directly related to my abusive past or autistic nature. Maybe that's one reason it stymies me that anyone would think I'd speak of all the abuse for selfish needs or want of being in the spotlight. I'm really good at shying away from attention and the limelight, living a semi-content, quiet life in a little, pleasant town. Just a respectable, kind person who keeps to herself and rarely has an unkind word to say about anyone.
It's been quite a struggle being so introverted and twice thrust into the public eye. My youngest, with the obvious physical disability attracts attention everyday, wherever we go. It's just a given. My other child, well, that was a front page spectacle for months...effects still linger in people's eyes, wayward glances and thinly veiled questions.
Me, I'm the epitome of contradiction between how and where I find peace and solace, versus the recent events in my life this past decade. I am non sense.
I'm calling, yet more...scrutiny and attention to myself by publicly stating the irrevocable and, hmm, explosive truths of my early years. I go rogue public because it helps me heal and allows others to know its okay and healthy to freely reveal childhood sexual abuses. I break down barriers, taboos, walls, in hopes of helping victims past, present and future. It is the only way. Logic, and the overall ability to help others negates my desire for quiet solitude.
I don't call names or point fingers unless absolutely necessary, unless I can help spare someone a fraction of the pain I endure.
I can define evil: the conscious willingness and effort to inflict harm, pain and suffering onto someone unable to escape, fight back or who is helpless. I know of evil. Adults, with full knowledge of their faculties, seductively, secretly, enlist children, their own or someone else's, and perpetrate sexual acts of fondling, molestation, sodomy and rape, every day of every week, of every years, thousands of times every single month. It will always be "okay" to rape children and commit incest, until we stand up and shout, "No More!" What happened to me was not okay. I will speak out Loudly.
Keep it secret and this scourge against children will continue, proliferate in the secrecy and the "it didn't happen to me. I don't want to rock this family boat."
Do you have any idea how much it pains me ....to have to continually shout!! When I'd love nothing more than a soft bed, a hug and whispers of peace.....to be left alone. But no, my father via his child molesting crimes and mother in her ignorant, ridiculous denial, propel me to continually live out loud, speaking publicly, way outside of what I had dreamed and imagined for myself.
You can call me a warrior, a rebel, a rogue, but I don't claim such titles with any sense of ease. It's more of duty, obligation and humanity. I'm not out to defame or slander anyone, but if I 100% know you committed a crime, many crimes, against children no less, I will publicly, vehemently, most loudly call you out on it. Do not blame the children, the innocent, naive, trusting children for the evil perpetrated on them by adults.
Do not carry the shame, blame and displaced guilt. Keep not the secret torment locked away inside. All child Abusers need to be held accountable for their crimes, accepting responsibility for their deliberate actions. They need jail time, counseling and to be locked away to protect society.
I wish I coud be an intensly, private person....circumstances dictate that I must help others and heal myself.
Be well.
It's been quite a struggle being so introverted and twice thrust into the public eye. My youngest, with the obvious physical disability attracts attention everyday, wherever we go. It's just a given. My other child, well, that was a front page spectacle for months...effects still linger in people's eyes, wayward glances and thinly veiled questions.
Me, I'm the epitome of contradiction between how and where I find peace and solace, versus the recent events in my life this past decade. I am non sense.
I'm calling, yet more...scrutiny and attention to myself by publicly stating the irrevocable and, hmm, explosive truths of my early years. I go rogue public because it helps me heal and allows others to know its okay and healthy to freely reveal childhood sexual abuses. I break down barriers, taboos, walls, in hopes of helping victims past, present and future. It is the only way. Logic, and the overall ability to help others negates my desire for quiet solitude.
I don't call names or point fingers unless absolutely necessary, unless I can help spare someone a fraction of the pain I endure.
I can define evil: the conscious willingness and effort to inflict harm, pain and suffering onto someone unable to escape, fight back or who is helpless. I know of evil. Adults, with full knowledge of their faculties, seductively, secretly, enlist children, their own or someone else's, and perpetrate sexual acts of fondling, molestation, sodomy and rape, every day of every week, of every years, thousands of times every single month. It will always be "okay" to rape children and commit incest, until we stand up and shout, "No More!" What happened to me was not okay. I will speak out Loudly.
Keep it secret and this scourge against children will continue, proliferate in the secrecy and the "it didn't happen to me. I don't want to rock this family boat."
Do you have any idea how much it pains me ....to have to continually shout!! When I'd love nothing more than a soft bed, a hug and whispers of peace.....to be left alone. But no, my father via his child molesting crimes and mother in her ignorant, ridiculous denial, propel me to continually live out loud, speaking publicly, way outside of what I had dreamed and imagined for myself.
You can call me a warrior, a rebel, a rogue, but I don't claim such titles with any sense of ease. It's more of duty, obligation and humanity. I'm not out to defame or slander anyone, but if I 100% know you committed a crime, many crimes, against children no less, I will publicly, vehemently, most loudly call you out on it. Do not blame the children, the innocent, naive, trusting children for the evil perpetrated on them by adults.
Do not carry the shame, blame and displaced guilt. Keep not the secret torment locked away inside. All child Abusers need to be held accountable for their crimes, accepting responsibility for their deliberate actions. They need jail time, counseling and to be locked away to protect society.
I wish I coud be an intensly, private person....circumstances dictate that I must help others and heal myself.
Be well.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Dissociative Identity Disorder..a good explanation
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Living with Lyme Disease
I was diagnosed with Lyme disease a couple years ago. I've had some success with acupuncture and antibiotics. I'm currently involved in a flare-up. I stopped both the acupuncture and antibiotics for a couple weeks. I thought maybe the Lyme was gone. I was wrong.
Here's what happens to let me know my Lyme is acting up. 1) I start sleeping twice as much. 2) I'm constantly tired, fatigue gets to the point that I can barely get up and move about. 3) I get sudden onset arthritis, usually in my fingers. 4) I get headaches. Overall, it feels like I have a chronic flu with digestive disturbances, bad aches and pains, overwhelming fatigue.
So I started back up on the antibiotics. Things get worse before they get better. The antibiotics cause a toxic Lyme bacteria die off, and all my symptoms get double worse until my body can get rid of some of the toxins. I sweat, get chills, start itching all over. These symptoms mean the bacteria are dying off. Very uncomfortable.
My current regiment is antibiotics 2x daily, gluthione supplement, lemon juice, cranberry juice, activated charcoal, acupressure points, acidopholis, Benadryl and rest. When it just hurts too damn bad, I take pain pills. I am miserable. Unable to do much but lay around on the couch. I need to schedule acupuncture, many appointments, soon. It has proven to greatly help my body.
I do what I can. I continue to read about Lyme and various treatments. I have to venture to the health food store to restock supplies as soon as I'm able.
Brain fog often accompanies these flare-ups. I'm a bit slow in the head but I think I'm a bit better than yesterday.
Just living with the Lyme.
Here's what happens to let me know my Lyme is acting up. 1) I start sleeping twice as much. 2) I'm constantly tired, fatigue gets to the point that I can barely get up and move about. 3) I get sudden onset arthritis, usually in my fingers. 4) I get headaches. Overall, it feels like I have a chronic flu with digestive disturbances, bad aches and pains, overwhelming fatigue.
So I started back up on the antibiotics. Things get worse before they get better. The antibiotics cause a toxic Lyme bacteria die off, and all my symptoms get double worse until my body can get rid of some of the toxins. I sweat, get chills, start itching all over. These symptoms mean the bacteria are dying off. Very uncomfortable.
My current regiment is antibiotics 2x daily, gluthione supplement, lemon juice, cranberry juice, activated charcoal, acupressure points, acidopholis, Benadryl and rest. When it just hurts too damn bad, I take pain pills. I am miserable. Unable to do much but lay around on the couch. I need to schedule acupuncture, many appointments, soon. It has proven to greatly help my body.
I do what I can. I continue to read about Lyme and various treatments. I have to venture to the health food store to restock supplies as soon as I'm able.
Brain fog often accompanies these flare-ups. I'm a bit slow in the head but I think I'm a bit better than yesterday.
Just living with the Lyme.
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