I went on a date today. It was nice. We saw Spiderman. We made tentative plans for Tuesday.

He's 6'2" tall! The tallest guy I've ever dated. I'm not used to the height difference but I like it.

I hope you have a good time on Tuesday too, askye.

Loving the discussion. I feel weird writing because I've been offline for so long, but I really wanted to go somewhere where ... Cheers ... everybody knows your name. I love the portmanteaux neighborfam. Don't know what I'd do without mine. I'm still in Oregon, the ick in my sinuses finally went away, I'm having fun but kind of just want to go home and lie on the couch and watch TV.

Java, it always good to see you here. Or on FB. Where, at any given time I might or might not remember which meatspace name goes to which board name...

long meara, ahoy:

Welcome to your new home, Slink the yard kitty. Good choice.

Zen, you are precious and lovely and wonderful. You deserve care and healing. You also deserve to define what those mean for you.

Thank you, Andi. That means a lot to me.

My therapist has said (and my brother, the MS student in psychology, confirms) that people with trauma/PTSD* just have whole chunks of their memory missing.

Yep, hi there, whole chunks of my life are not available to my working memory. I worried about that for a long time, but learning that it was common for the disorder I almost certainly have, oddly, helped make me feel less broken.

for me the weird thing is how differently my brother experienced our family than I did.

Oh, that, for sure. It bugs me a lot that my sister's (14 years older, family in a very different circumstance) experience of our grandmother was of a loving (though still selfish) woman, whereas my experience was of a resentful woman who didn't want me around most of the time. Having my sister reassure me that of course my grandmother loved me makes me feel like I missed out on the loving grandmother she got, and no one else but me experienced her the way I did. (I strongly suspect from her stories that my mother, her youngest surviving child, experienced a lot of my grandmother's anger, but she would never admit it.)

For him though, mom went back to college in elementary school and was making money by the end of it. So different.

Yep, same thing here. I'm the younger daughter - when my sister was little, mom was poor and dependent on family members. By the time I was old enough to be aware of financial situations, mom was getting her accounting degree and had a good job, and we were living with mom's parents on the farm, and so we were up in the rural lower-middle class.

I only ask, because one of the biggest things I'm grappling with in therapy is being allowed to be angry at my parents.

A huge thing for me was the realization that I'm allowed to be angry at them, without having to make any excuses for them to "prove" I'm not a bad girl.

and that asking for help didn't mean I was going to bother or upset anyone.

Also a huge thing for me. I had always believed that my existence was a burden to everyone and it was my duty not to bother them.

To answer the question "Did I feel better being angry?" Oh, FUCK YES I do.

Ya damn skippy I do. Forty-some years of anger gotta come out.

The trick, and this is where therapy will eventually take you, is

accepting your anger but also working to move past it so that you are functional and not a rageball.

Maybe I'm there? I'm sure I have more sh!t to work on, but I'm functional. Mostly. At least, it seems I'm no longer making bad decisions based on either anger or guilt/shame. Now I'm making bad decisions based on overconfidence and curiosity. Much better. Ow, my leg.

large and loud expressions of anger, or other emotions

Yeah, that doesn't work for me either. Not my style, and it bothers me when I see others do it.

My cookie doesn't taste good.

heavy sigh I hear ya. I've been eating "healthy" at my sister's house for two months and now my favorite junk-food snacks don't taste so good anymore. Of course, I should be happy about that... but dang.

There are SO MANY unresolved things in my past relationships. Anger, sure, but also things I simply cannot understand, and the only person who could explain them is dead. It's frustrating and infuriating, and I have to let that go or I'll never get away from the past.

it is key to choose to feel treasured. Not knowing what it feels like to be satisfied can really get in the way of appreciating what you get.

I have no idea what that feels like, and I suspect I'd feel uncomfortable with it if I ever got it.

I was not going to be one of those people who abandons a spouse when they get sick

I have twice now stayed with a spouse* and helped them to the best of all my ability. Both those times were devastatingly awful. I (continued...)

( continues...) may be avoiding relationships now because I really don't want to do that again, and of course I would if it came to that.

\*I've never been legally married, but it was a marriage in everything but the paperwork, including commitment and time invested. So.

Where, at any given time I might or might not remember which meatspace name goes to which board name...

I have this problem a lot! I should make a Buffista spreadsheet.

ioMn, I'm back home, the cast is off, and I'm hobbling around with an uncomfortable "boot" and scooting up and down the stairs on my butt. I'm still using a walker because I can't bear my whole weight on my injured foot yet (and I'm a clumsy flailing mess on crutches). My sister just left. The house is strangely silent. (I love my sister a lot. She talks constantly.) I didn't think it would feel strange to be home. I can always go back to her place, of course, if I feel like I need to, but I think I'll be okay. I just hope the leg continues to heal quickly.

Right now I'm going to go take a nap on the couch, and then maybe I'll work on a way to get someone to bring me some junk food.

When I got home from several days in the hospital, what first struck me was noticing the way the house smelled (not bad, I'd just never noticed it had a fragrance).

I despised crutches. Though it was a lot better once I only needed one for balance.

Welcome home, Zenkitty! I hope the transition is easier than anticipated.