Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I guess things escalated back (different person, different thread) into HDU Jewish people tell non-Jewish people what is and is not antisemitism!
Mobile is ignoring the whole don't notify me thing. Guess I am not checking FB on the phone now.
Meanwhile, on Twitter, people keep reblogging a (good) thread on doxxing and every time I see it, I think (disturbing content mentions of child death warning white font)
"And this is coming from one of the people who called a funeral home because they didn't believe someone they didn't like had just lost their infant, talked with pride about it on LJ, and pretty well insinuated the grieving parent was probably responsible for that."
Humanity. Not a fan today.
I'm sorry so many of us are struggling. I got recommendations for a therapist a couple of months ago and have yet to summon the courage to make an appointment. I've never done therapy, have been on Lexa.pro for years, and have never really thought talk therapy would be my thing. But I'm definitely struggling and think I need to work through my issues and make that call. Why is it so hard?
Humanity. Not a fan today.
Really any day since 11/8.
Why is it so hard?
I wish I knew. I'm sorry you're struggling as well.
I was in therapy for over a decade, total, with several different therapists, most weren't so good and didn't last long, but couple I saw for a year or more. I did a lot of hard work. But only once did I ever even mention the rapes, and she never brought it up again. I keep thinking I should try to find a therapist i really click with and really start working on that whole thing. But I don't want to. Just typing those words made my heart palpitate.
And now I feel like crying. Shit. I should probably do it. I don't want to.
Well, dammit, I actually came here to post that I got the cast off. Now I'm working on getting my persistently swollen foot to bend flat enough to get it in the stupid "boot" and start walking. I want to go home.
It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it. Maybe that's not true for everyone, I don't know.
Hooray for being cast-free! I liked the boot a lot more.
Yay, cast removal! That's excellent news!
It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it. Maybe that's not true for everyone, I don't know.
This is totally true for me.
Congrats on getting the cast off! once you're walking again, I'm sure you'll be more comfortable and more mobile.
It's one of life's most obnoxious ironies that the more you need help, the harder it is to ask for it.
Holy shit. Um, yeah. Damn. (When did I get so clueless?)
Hooray for the cast coming off, Zen! I'm sorry this discussion has brought up some bad things for you.
I also read something on Tumblr this morning about procrastination, and I'm surely oversimplifying, but it was about the fight/flight/freeze response.
If you're faced with a threat, those are the possible responses. Fight--get angry. Flight--avoid. Freeze--procrastinate. When you know you can't fight something or run from it, what's left is just freezing up.
I'm sorry this discussion has brought up some bad things for you.
Thanks. It's okay though. This has been simmering on the back burner for decades. I'm either going to deal with it or, y'know, just keep ignoring it.