It’s crazy how will toledo wrote this song about being me and working at my job
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It’s crazy how will toledo wrote this song about being me and working at my job
Being told what to do is great because then you know what to do
I loooove when the pilots on planes make jokes on mic. They’re just like me…
there should be an emoji that’s a person with their hands behind their back silently observing a situation
I mean basically what I’m hearing is the way you get over things is you become a different person than the one they happened to so that in effect they haven’t happened to you
When I was in therapist school one of my profs said, "A lot of trauma needs 10 or 20 years before it's really ready to be worked through. Maybe longer." And at the time I was like: Oh Shit. I planned to be over my trauma and all better by the time I graduated!
Anyway, that was 10 or 20 years ago and jesus fuck, she was right.
A brief explanation:
One of the most popular theories of trauma says there are three steps.
Escape the trauma and find safety.
Process the trauma.
Consolidate the trauma.
Sometimes this can be a relatively quick process. If you get into a car accident while turning left in a busy city street, you might get trauma symptoms that cause feelings of fear and anxiety when you're driving your car, or travelling by car through a busy city.
"Finding safety" would mean learning to handle your anxiety and fearfulness by re-training your body to seek calm, even when reminded of the trauma. This might include things like breathing or muscle relaxation exercises that actually affect an anxious brain and help you stay centred, as well as slow exposure to situations that are stressful and traumatic so you learn to tolerate them again.
"Processing the trauma" means to look back at what happened that has given you significant psychological symptoms, and re-process those memories and the lessons you took from them so they are less damaging or hurtful. That might be revisiting your memories of the accident until they aren't so painful to think about, or it might be working to be more comfortable with driving again.
"Consolidating the trauma" means that when you've settled those memories, you take your new, healthier understanding of yourself forward into your life. That might make you a more cautious driver, or cause you to be more mindful and value every moment because you've seen how quickly your life can change. It is what you make of it.
When you try to do these steps out of order, that's more of a problem. If you want to dive straight into revisiting your memories of something that happened, but you have no defense against the panic attacks and nightmares that remembering causes you, you're not safe, not so far as your brain thinks. Your brain experiences raw memories of trauma as though it were still happening all around you. You can end up even more traumatized than before, so that even seeing a picture of a car makes you feel like you're back on that street waiting to turn left.
If a trauma is particularly old, complex, or strong, it can take a long, long time before you actually feel safe enough to go back into the memories that haunt you most. That's especially true if you're still in a situation that feels threatening, like if it's your job to drive around downtown. Or in other situations, if your abusive parent is still alive and in your life, or if you're still a member of the group or club you were abused in.
Even with our best therapies, like EMDR and DBT, it can still take years to reach that place of safety. Like my prof said, sometimes it's a decade. Sometimes more. I'm almost 40, and this week I finally felt safe enough to open up a file of memories that happened when I was 4. But until you reach that place, it's really hard to unpack the trauma and look at more complicated questions like, "Are the assumptions I made back when that happened accurate or useful?" or "Is it beneficial to me to keep being afraid of this kind of situation in the future?"
Also, about this process of finding safety, and how it can take so long. There's this bit from a Cheryl Strayed/Dear Sugar article that I have been living by ever since I discovered it maybe a decade ago, where she recounts having to give advice to a teenage girl at the school she works for, after they've learned that none of the government services that could get her out of her deeply shitty life have the budget or inclination to help her. It's brisk and a bit raw, but for me, it has been the permission I needed to fight like hell.
I told her that escaping the shit would be hard, but that if she wanted to not make her mother’s life her destiny, she had to be the one to make it happen. She had to do more than hold on. She had to reach. She had to want it more than she’d ever wanted anything. She had to grab like a drowning girl for every good thing that came her way and she had to swim like fuck away from every bad thing. She had to count the years and let them roll by, to grow up and then run as far as she could in the direction of her best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by her own desire to heal.
Just because I wasn't deconstructing the shit that happened to me when I was 4 for the past couple decades, it doesn't mean I wasn't working on my own healing. I did all the work that got me to here and now.
Also this bit from Paladin of Souls by Lois McMaster Bujold:
You can't solve problems by running away from them, it was said, and like the good child she had once been, she had believed this. But it wasn't true. Some problems could only be solved by running away from them.
We need to isolate and start selectively breeding the plastic eating bacteria so we can optimise their efficiency, and then somehow splice their DNA into the gut bacteria of an obligate carnivore, so we can put it in our cats gut biomes so they'll finally be free of having to choose between whether they want to eat plastic or whether they want to live.
“Once we close the nipple circuit, our flashlight glasses should turn on.”
When you’re a preschooler you understand that making art is a part of life and it is a natural thing to do like eating or sleeping. Then you get older and get taught that the point of art is to be good at it and if you’re not going to be a world class genius you should give up. Then you get older and realize all over that art is a natural and vital part of life and it doesn’t matter if you make money or impress other people. Then you unlock this secret mode where you’re driven to improve your skills not to be better than other people but for actual personal fulfillment. At this point you are working a 9-5 and have very little time to exercise your new enlightened views on art. Many people have expressed this feeling but I honestly to god think it needs to be part of high school arts curriculums. The teens don’t know why they’re doing art. Someone needs to tell them
Also good god I need more art in my life. Not on the screen but in the real physical world… I walked around a gallery and felt so inspired and in awe and it was wonderful and I missed it so much
Forget what I said about tourism it is so awesome to walk around a beautiful district and it’s so beautiful that you can buy souvenirs to make sure you never forget you walked around it. That’s what they invented planes for
Recently I saw someone on Reddit recount a job interview with an organization that, over the course of the interview, presented several red flags, so “when the alarm I’d set went off, I pretended to take a call, made up an emergency and took my leave.” Fascinating behavior
settings > wound > my wound > reopen
Mating by Norman Rush. Really freakin good. Thank you to the people in my phone who recommended this
I literally only had two drinks tonight but they were both VERY strong. And now I’m like. Is there any hope for me?
When I was applying to major in music composition at music school I submitted a portfolio of stuff I had written, like, in notation software, and then either recorded on real instruments or exported as a midi to simulate a real ensemble, because that seemed more “music school-y” to me. And then I went to audition/interview, and the music school professors were like, “Just so you know we found your soundcloud where you post the stuff you make in FL studio or the weird audio shitposts you make. And we find it way more interesting than anything in the portfolio you sent us.” And I was like, “Huh????”
I feel like if someone read the #MyNovel project and then read my serialized diary entries from the past four years they’d be like “The diary entries clearly are the more fruitful creative project here. Go forth and create.”
But I don’t really want to do that
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