Today’s takeaway from psychotherapy. We covered skills and coping as well. Perhaps, when recognizing one’s own disenfranchisement, this is healthy, even normal. I suppose, Diary. I could be a disenchanted participant. What good what that really do? Truthfully, though, I am a little. Jaded as well. Welcome to a healthy amount of numbing oneself toContinue reading “Disenfranchised”
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Some things do not change
Even during a national emergency, in a global pandemic and I, for one, find a funny comfort in that. Albeit, that funny comfort pertains to a demoralizing and frustratingly humiliating appointment, that is, simply, par for the course when applying for SSDI or SSI. Seeing a Social Security Administration doctor A little while ago, Wolf’sContinue reading “Some things do not change”
Two Precipatiting Events
In the laundrymat and I have had enough of non-mask wearing people who have their mask under their chin instead of over their nose AND mouth! The variants had already been detected and spread, we are being forced to remain “truck camping” or “homeless” or “homeseeking” or “nomadic” or “off-grid” because people will NOT wearContinue reading “Two Precipatiting Events”
Gratitude: Growth, Progress
Dear Diary, A blog I follow, The Write Nook, recently reminded me to write about gratitude. Yes, I have heard this before. Read it. Thought about it. Pondered it. Forgot about it. Lost touch with it. Wrote it in Daylio (app). Made lists of it. Bought books about it. (List books included). And more, probably.Continue reading “Gratitude: Growth, Progress”
2021 arrived!
Not only has the year arrived, it seemed to slide in like an old quote I remember. “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally wornContinue reading “2021 arrived!”
A Life of Neglect, 3
December 20, 2020 I took notes of a conversation Wolf & I had. The notes prompted this post. Wolf’s life, was much like my brother’s, I believe. Full of neglect. Whereas, mine was full of overprotectiveness, extensive control and lacking unhealthy boundaries. autonomy. Yet, even I cannot begin to imagine being “…grateful, to a degree,Continue reading “A Life of Neglect, 3”
December 25, 2020
Dear Diary, It is Christmas Day. We are in the truck with nowhere to go. Same as most days. Our abusers are in their houses living well. They have no concerns. They were not the ones who left and they believe they have done no wrong. We cannot go to a shelter because of myContinue reading “December 25, 2020”
N.Y. isn’t a Housing First State. We know!
We are two of its victims. Yes, I wrote victims. Because we, as are the underrepresented numbers of others, are victims. We were before the global pandemic. We are during it. (Honestly, at this moment, I cannot see an end to the pandemic, never mind the homeless and homeseeking populations.) Add in those who areContinue reading “N.Y. isn’t a Housing First State. We know!”
A life of neglect, 2
December 4, 2020 is the date of this reflection or insight from Wolf. Satisfy. Do. Easily absorbed. Fixer. Prone to be manipulated. Yet, so confused. Apple and stones was the example he used. Apple pie. Yes. Stonewall. Yes. Wall out of apples? No yet he will try like heck anyway. Maybe, not knowing when toContinue reading “A life of neglect, 2”
A life of neglect
This is Wolf’s story. The main part, shall we say. Wolf and I often struggle to grasp the other’s trauma for one primary reason. Whereas I spent way, way too much time with my father, Wolf was neglected, even forgotten. I have heard only a few of the stories and they are enough to curdleContinue reading “A life of neglect”
Rusty & Wolf 2019 