Jun 17 2009

I Hate Mornings

I know a lot of people say this, but I really really mean it. I wake up every day before my alarm clock from awful dreams. Each one of them involves John. Some are great and I wake up sad that he’s not here. Others are terrible and I wake up in a panic, reminding of the love that died. I never wake up relaxed or rested. I’ve been tired since the day he left me.

Today was especially hard. I stayed in bed, crying and trying to convince myself that things will get better. I will find someone who will love me, even with all my quirks and moodiness. I will find a great job that pays me what I am worth until my photography business takes off. I will be able to be happy at my core again.

My problem is, I am running out of patience and energy. Each day I wake up tired and in tears, I get closer and closer to not wanting to wake up at all. I don’t know why mornings are getting harder and harder for me. Once I get a shower, I am usually OK… not great, but functional. Sadly, I have been falling apart a lot during the day too. I think that losing my job due to my depression, which was due to the loss of my love, is starting to really affect me.

The kitties are the ones who get me up and get me going. If they didn’t want food, I don’t think I’d even get out of bed. I am really hopeful this passes soon. I can’t keep on like this. I’m really worn out. My heart breaks over and over every day. My mind wanders and races about my past and my future. My desire to live gets weaker and weaker.

Before you start worrying about me, know that I am a very responsible mother and would never leave my kids. I also would not do anything that would cause my sister any pain. She’s had a rough enough life losing our mom and battling cancer. So, know that I WILL make it through. It’s just the “wanting to” that is really difficult. I won’t go into details, but my mind gets filled with very very dark thoughts.

I want to thank everyone who texted me this morning and helped me get out of bed, in addition to the kitties who wanted food. I want to thank all of those who put up with my moods, depression, anxiety, panicked reactions, and the communication trouble which seems to be quite enhanced at this point in my life.

Since my position change at Disney in early 2007, I have been slipping deeper and deeper into a dark place. My greatest light was the love in my heart – going out and coming in. That light has gone out, and I am drowning in darkness. I am so scared. I have no clue what is going to happen next.

I tell myself to be hopeful, but I feel so hopeless. I feel like I’m going to end up taking another job I don’t like that pays me less than what I need. I feel like every guy who falls in love with me will eventually leave me due to communication issues or misunderstandings. I feel like maybe I’m living a very difficult life, and I’m only 31. Did I choose this? Maybe this will be my last reincarnation? Maybe I won’t have to keep coming back here after this. Maybe this life will be full of trials and tragedy, and then I’ll die… and then, I’ll get an eternity of rest. I’m not hoping for a life of tough times. Trust me, I wish it would be all up hill from here! In fact, I am begging my mom and the angels for that very thing! Of course, unless what I said above was true… that this will be a rough life and that I have a lot more tough lessons to learn. Then, nothing I pray or wish for will happen… I’ll just have to live out the destiny I planned for this particular life and body. I guess we’ll see where things go.

The truth is, I am not sure what my breaking point is. I am not sure how much more I can take before I end up checking myself into a crazy house or taking off for the forest. I wish I could be more optimistic. I wish I could act on the things I believe – that life is lessons to learn and that everything is truly OK. Still, I feel like I am getting closer and closer to crazy. If my depression deepens, I think I’ll be there pretty soon.

Please please send some peace my way. Please send some happy thoughts and positive energy my way. I have no reason to believe that I will not wake up tomorrow; so, when I do, I hope it will be a better day. I hope I will have some good news. I hope I will see some light return to my soul…

I hope.

Jun 14 2009

Hopped Up on Some Hollywood

3pm to 8:45pm – Photographed a wedding in Pasadena with Michele

9pm to 11pm – Reviewed photos with Michele

11:38pm – Arrive at Koji’s. Order a drink and sign up for some singin’

11:45pm – Singing Toad the Wet Sprocket (of course)

Sometime after 11:50pm – Elysia & Jay show up.

Sometime after 12:30am – Bobby & Laury show up.

Sometime between 12:45am and 1:45am – Laury & I entertain ourselves with our own commentary on the thoughts of people leaving the Highlands (club) across from Koji’s. I think we were dead on!

2am – Laury gets hit by a car crossing Hollywood Blvd at Highland. It just tapped him, but he was so angry that he pounded on their windshield and yelled at them. They quickly raised their side windows in fear. Haha! He showed them. I think the driver peed a little.

2:10am – Went inside Mel’s Diner on Highland, drunk and full of pee. I texted Twitter while peeing while drunk.

2:15am – Seated for food, waitress named Piper was awesome… very snarky! I was shunned in the soup department. Their vegetable was NOT vegetarian. Boo!

2:45am – Chowin’ down on Grilled Cheese. Gave my fries away to Jay, who somehow joined us after 30 min.

3:40am – Walking back to Hollywood & Highland parking and see 2 cops j-walking diagonally across Highland. Boo!

3:41am – Came across three guys, one in a helmet. Helmet man was drunk out of his mind and had a tooth painted black to make him look even more ridiculous! His two friends couldn’t stop laughing at him as they walked 10 feet ahead of him. Brilliant.

3:44am – Jay & I arrive at Prius, notice Bobby’s Prius a few cars over. Bobby & Laury had gotten off the elevator the floor above. Hmmm. Seconds later, they pour out of doors heading towards Prius. Hilarious!

4:07am – Arrive home, exactly when my Prius said I would.

4:26am – Bed Time!

Jun 10 2009

The Internet is a Public Place

Yes, I know this. I also know it is the place that I go to reach out to the millions or couple of people who want to read about what I am thinking, feeling, or going through. It helps me feel connected to the world, as I am often very lonely (even in crowds of people I know and like).

I am asking each and every one of you this simple favor:
If you have a problem with what I am writing or saying, please take it up with me directly. Do not create drama or cause any heartache in others. Come to me directly and tell me what bothers you about what I have written… and WHY. I want to know. I want to know you and your thoughts. If you have taken the time to read my blog, I want to know you! Please, do me this one favor.

To me, blogging is therapy. I was given permission to blog about my relationship from John by John himself. He and I talked heart to heart, and he told me to say what I need to say, to be angry if I need to be angry, to vent if I need to vent, and do anything I need to do to get through the pain that he had caused me. I was very grateful for that – knowing that he recognized the pain I was in and that I would need help getting through it.

Blogging is my way of asking for help – whether it be asking someone to just listen and love me, or asking for advice or a shoulder to cry on. Blogging is my way of getting the pain transferred from my heart to the external world, where I don’t have to deal with it all alone.

I do say very intimate things on here sometimes, which many may find inappropriate. If that is the case, please do not read. This is not the blog for you. I am very open and honest with what is going on inside me, and have no reason to hold back.

Being human is being real, being emotional, being true to yourself and who you are and how you are feeling. I know that society tries to make us conform to certain norms and standards, but that’s probably why I have always associated myself with the anarchy of subcultures.

I am real and be completely me at all times. I do not censor myself. I do not hold back feelings or emotions. I know it is expected of people to do so, but it is not who I am (or even who I’d want to be). I do not believe in telling secrets (“why should anyone have secrets?” is how my mind works). I do not believe in hiding from anything. These beliefs are deeply part of who I am. If I don’t fit into the world because of them, then maybe I should just leave. Unfortunately, this has been my wonder and plight since I was younger. Sadly, there is no easy way out either…

I love the world and all its beauty. I love traveling and talking to people and seeing cute things and learning and experiencing love and passion and emotion. I love stories and adventures. I love kitties and family and friends. I love all the beauty of the earth in physical and celestial form… yet, I feel so unwelcome here. I feel as though I would be welcome if I conformed to rules and standards. I feel I would be welcome if I held back part (or most) of who I am to “fit in” with what is acceptable. Yet, I feel that those things would damper my beauty and my reality. They would limit my freedom. They would create a wall around me that is “safe” and keeps people comfortable now that I am in a box. That’s not the world I want to live in. That’s not very welcoming at all. Maybe I don’t belong here, not in this life.

If it were just a recent feeling, I would write it off as an emotion that will pass. No, this has been a very painful underlying theme in my life. It’s the very reason I tried many times to take myself out, only to realize the pain I would cause others if I did so – especially my kids.

I sometimes believe that I am welcomed and can be a part of this world, but then I am always reminded of who I am and that I do not fit in here. I know I am not the only one on this planet that feels this way. That’s why subculture groups are started. Still, I don’t really fit in with any of them either. Where do I belong?

Why is fitting in so important anyhow? I guess, for me, it allows you to feel appreciated, respected, and most of all… loved. Without fitting in, these things don’t seem possible… yet, those are the reasons I am alive. You’d think I’d conform just to achieve those things if they were that important to me. I guess being “me” constantly wins out. Yet, I don’t want to be me if I am going to be sad and lonely. I am so lost.

Even those who know you best and love you the most still will find issue with you if you don’t fit in. It’s rare to find someone in this world who accepts and loves you for who you are. Most people, instead of working with you and your uniqueness, they find reason to want you to change or conform to them and their ways of thinking / feeling.

This is not what I want. This is not something I think I can handle for much longer. I am not sure what to do now. I am stuck here, on this planet, surrounded by a world who doesn’t want ME (when I say “me” I mean ALL of me). That’s why I blog.. in a public place, reaching out…hoping someone somewhere will say to me, “I get you. I love you. I am proud of who you are. Keep it real!”

PS. Regarding John, if I have said anything that would make you feel differently about him, I apologize. I want all of you to love him and be his friend. I want all of you to know that even though I am upset with him for ending things the way he did and not giving me the help and support I needed, I do not believe that he is a bad person. He fucked up, yes. He gave up on something beautiful and something that had amazing potential, but he is still an incredible person. He has a lot of learning to do and experiences to gain in relationships and in his own world, and I do honestly wish him the best. I hope he learned from our relationship something that will make his next relationship worth fighting for. I believe he can. I would not have spent almost 3 years of my life with him if I didn’t think he was an amazing person. I want each of you to know that I love him still, even though I sometimes wish I didn’t. I want you all to love him as well. I don’t want you to take sides. We are both hurting, and we are both very sad about the tragedy that unfolded between the beautiful life we had together. Thank you.

Jun 07 2009

Sunday Afternoon

I’m not in a good place right now, to be honest. I’m feeling guilty for being open about my feelings and heartbreak. I’m not feeling loved or supported right now, and I think this is a very limited view; but, it is one that is consuming me at the moment.

Regardless, I did have a good weekend. On Friday, I played Risk with Josh, Jul, Emmett, & Matt. Emmett started out weak, but took over with fierce calmness and strategy. I held my own for quite some time, and I was proud of my first game!

Saturday – woke up early and Gigi & I drove to Palmdale to go cherry picking. We got some good pix and hung out with some great people! On the way back, we all stopped at the Vasquez rocks for a bit.

Once home, I relaxed for a bit and pet the kitties. In the evening, Gigi & I went to Koji’s for dinner. Bobby, Laury, Mike D, & Violet met us there. We hung out at the bar, had some drinks, and talked. Gigi & Mike D went home before karaoke. Jay joined us and Nick was working. It was fun.. sang lots of stuff and had a great time. Didn’t get home til after 2am, and then stayed up til 2:30am because I was still pretty wired.

Sunday – got up at 8am, went to downtown to meet up with some photographers to photograph the Fashion District and some old architecture. We had amazing light in the morning too! We got some fun shots, and I hope to get some edited soon. We walked around for a few hours, then had lunch at Cliftons. After lunch, we did a little more shooting, then headed back to the cars to go home.

Once home, I passed out for an hour, then woke up in a real low. I’m still trying to come out of it. Sandy sat on my lap to cheer me up, and she cleaned Aurora. It is so cute to watch them! I love the kitties so much!

Tonight, I’m going to meet up with a potential client, then I’m going to head up to the Palace for a movie. I plan to go to sleep by midnight tonight! I need more rest. Tomorrow is work and therapy.

Jun 06 2009

“Keep Busy,” they say!

Long post – ye be warned! 😉

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I have been busy non-stop since John left me. I’ve gotta say, “I’m freakin’ exhausted!” I spent the first few weeks crying and not sleeping enough. I’m doing much better these days, however; yet, my mind still finds time to think about the sad tragedy that became of John & I.

As of right now, I do not miss John; and, I do not want him back in my life – especially since I feel like the John I knew and loved doesn’t exist anymore. I believe that it’s possible he never even existed in the first place, but that tricked me into thinking he was someone he was not…. all because he was lying to himself about what he wanted and what he was capable of. Well, he certainly was NOT capable of love. I thought he was, but I believed in him more than he believed in himself – otherwise, I don’t think he could have told me he loved me without actually meaning it…. which is what he did, for far far too long!

The love I’m speaking of is a love that is shared by two people who choose to be together and are deeply attracted to one another. This is not the love of friendship or family. This is much much more! This love is something magical, something amazing, and something that you give of yourself so completely that the whole world is more beautiful because of it! Love is so fulfilling and intense, that you would never want to stop giving or receiving it – that is, if you really have it to give and receive! Love is simple – in the most Buddhist sense. It is pure, ideal, perfect, and is void of judgment and reasoning. It is the most special and beautiful gift you can give and receive; but, love is unique.

I believe John thought he loved me, but he never really loved me. You can’t truly love someone and decide that they are not worth your energy and efforts. You can’t love someone and deceive them. You can’t love someone and lie to them and make them believe you care about them more than you do. You can’t love someone and treat them so harshly and cruel. You can’t love someone if you are too selfish and insecure to see that they really do love and want you back! You can’t love someone if you are so selfish that you don’t notice the person you love actually needs your help and your love and support. If you love someone, you will never give up on them… you’ll go to the ends of the earth for them to try to make things right and wonderful in their life and your life together. If you love someone, you don’t forget spoken or unspoken promises to be honest, caring, compassionate, giving, dedicated, selfless, proactive, considerate, and kind to them.

That being said, I completely believe he never loved me. That is what makes me sad… knowing this. I feel tricked, fooled and taken for granted. I feel like he liked me enough to feel some form of loving emotions. I feel like he was comfortable enough to live with me and travel with me. I feel like he loved the kitties, and liked that I was a cat person. I feel like he liked me enough to let me help him when he needed help financially and emotionally. I feel like he liked me enough to spend most of his free time with me. Yet, I don’t feel like he ever took the time to really “know” me. He judged me, misjudged me, and believed that I was someone who could claim to love him but not want him. That really upsets and disgusts me… that judgment was so harsh and so wrong; and, that’s the judgment he made that caused him to eventually leave me.

If he loved me, he would NOT have judged me. He would have talked to me with loving intention. He would have shown compassion and assumed not that I didn’t want him, but that I was going through something or had a problem that he could have tried to help me with. He would have worked with me to get to the core of what was going on with me physically and emotionally. He would have talked to me, deeply, with the intent to help me and figure out what the true issue really was. He would have known that something wasn’t right, and that maybe therapy or something more needed to be done to help me. He would have done everything (and then some) to find out what the root of the problem was, and then worked with me to resolve it. That’s what I would have done for him. That’s what I did for him when he was out of work and depressed. That’s what I did for him when he was going through emotional distress regarding issues with some of the people in his life. I would have helped him forever… because I truly, deeply loved him.

I have finally come to a point where I no longer love him. I pity him and feel great disappointment in him. I feel bad that he never got a chance to know what true, deep love really is with me (since you not only have to receive it, but have to give it). I feel bad that he was so selfish, immature, insecure, and inconsiderate that it caused him not only to lose me and all of the amazing love and fun I am capable of, but he lost his home, his kitties, his incredible adventure/travel partner, his exciting future with me as his partner; and, most of all, he lost my respect, my trust, my special smile (that I gave to him and only him), my love, and my friendship.

When I know what is causing a problem, I work to resolve it. I am someone who always believes in bettering myself and making every effort to grow and learn from my mistakes. I am someone who will do everything it takes to be a wonderful partner. I am honest, caring, loving, loyal, friendly, helpful, and compassionate. I am also deeply passionate and fun; but, these two aspects can become buried by depression and hormone issues (which are affected also by depression). Depression has been something I’ve been dealing with on a very deep and harsh level since about June 2007 (when I was transferred to a terrible position at Disney, doing a job I hated and underwhelming). Though I had bouts of extreme happiness, especially in regard to my relationship, cats, and travels, my depression was attacking my serotonin levels, my mood, and my ability to initiate fun. I was unaware of this, and I wish I had a partner who loved me enough to help me figure this out. No, instead, I had a partner who gave up on me and abandoned me.

Though I feel extremely upset, sad, and regretful that he felt so unwanted (physically), I cannot take blame for that especially since I honestly did want him. I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone – more than the lovers I see in movies want each other, more than the singers of love songs feel when they sing about passion. The fact that he didn’t feel how much I wanted him was caused by forces outside of my intention. They were circumstantial and completely resolvable.

It’s sad because John chose to feel unwanted, and chose to believe that I being untrue in what I was telling him (which makes me sad, especially since I am so honest and direct). All he had to do was push and prod and figure out what was really wrong with me. That’s what people in love do. They challenge each other and delve and help one another. I did want him. I felt extreme passion for him beyond words. I did want to be with him, all the time too! My problem was not trouble enjoying sex or wanting John. My problem was depression and its side effects: lower than average serotonin and hormone levels creating an inability to initiate and ask for what I really wanted – him! Again, completely resolvable issues!

This is what bothers me and keeps me awake at night… the fact that we had it all – compatibility, friendship, kitties, friends, adventures, hope, similar tastes in music and enjoyment, artistic dreams and ambitions, the love of crystals and energy healing, and deep attraction to one another! Being that my depression and hormone issues were only temporary, we really could have had it all, and it would have been better than any movie or song! That’s what makes me sad… we were so close. I just needed help, love and support through this hard time, and the rest of our lives would have been passionate and full of bliss!

Anyhow, it’s not John I miss… it’s the image of John that I had created that I miss. It’s the love I thought I had that I miss. It’s the beautiful future I envisioned for us that I miss and long for. It’s the truth I thought I was promised that I yearn for. It’s the years of my life that I gave to him that I miss. It seems ridiculous to miss things that never existed and that never happened; yet, somehow, I do. I hope it will end soon… missing the beautiful phantom boyfriend I created. I hope I find a real one one day!

Jun 04 2009

All for Freedom and for Pleasure…

Tears for Fears – Everybody Wants to Rule the World <-- Click to DL Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature Everybody wants to rule the world Its my own design Its my own remorse Help me to decide Help me make the most Of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world There's a room where the light wont find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do I'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So sad they had to fade it Everybody wants to rule the world I cant stand this indecision Married with a lack of vision Everybody wants to rule the world Say that you'll never never never never need it One headline, why believe it? Everybody wants to rule the world All for freedom and for pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Everybody wants to rule the world

Jun 03 2009

So Alive, Uh Huh, So Alive…

I feel real today. I feel the blood running in my veins. I feel the organs inside my rib cage. I feel the sensations of my skin. I feel. I feel.

For quite some time now, I’ve been numb. I’ve been avoiding feeling as much as possible, because every feeling was deeply painful. Not tonight… tonight, I feel alive.

I went to a meditation tonight in Burbank, and it was incredible. I was the only one who showed up, and I almost talked myself out of going. Megan helped talk me into going, and I am so glad she did!

Robert Willhite C.Ht., the man who guided the meditation is someone I have actually met before, on a photo meet-up! I had no idea he was a healer. Not only that, he spent 25 years in IT and Project Management. He’s now trying to grow his own business as a therapist and healer, and we are going through the same struggles with that. He is a practicing Buddhist, and shared lots of insight with me. He reminds me a lot of my mom in that way.

The meditation was in a few parts. We focused on being one with our minds, body and spirit. We focused on intentionally feeling and controlling emotion. We focused on breathing and opening up chakras. We focused on finding the root of emotional pain in order to help lessen the physical pain attached. It was very helpful.

During one of the meditation sessions, I actually found myself in a regression. I was about 4 or 5 years old, standing in my backyard (a field of soft, golden tall grass). I only could see the back of me. I was in an old polka dotted dress, had blond curly hair down past my shoulders by an inch. Though I couldn’t see my face, I was biting my nails or had the back of my finger in my teeth or something. There was a train track that ran through my yard. I was standing about 15 feet from the track, and was watching a train that just went by. It was gone by the time I entered this vision, but I could still hear the horn. I was listening to it fade into the distance, and I kept looking in the direction the train had gone… knowing I couldn’t see it, but it helped me to hear it. I was in a small trance from the sound. It was amazingly relaxing! If I were to guess, I’d say it was the 1940s or 1950s. I couldn’t see my mom, but I knew she looked a lot like Dolores (from Who Framed Roger Rabbit)… same clothing and hair style.

If I’m right, this must be the same life that I died in San Francisco of a drug overdose as a hippy in the Free Love movement. I know I died in the early 1970s, which means I had a pretty quick turn around between lives; but, I guess that happens sometimes. This wasn’t part of my vision at all tonight. This was a life I remembered from a vision many years ago. I think the two MUST be connected… the timeframe seems to work out pretty well.

Anyhow, when I came out of that vision of me as a child, I didn’t tell Robert anything about it. Instead, we chatted. We talked about simplicity in love and emotion. Wow, he didn’t even know it, but he tapped into something I’ve been thinking about for days… simplicity, and how pure and beautiful it is. I have always related to my inner child. I have always been honest, pure, simple, direct, logical, and curious. That is the Alice within me. This conversation took me full circle. We talked about how those who have simple, child-like emotions and openness tend to be those who are on a very connected spiritual path.

I appear to wander away from my spiritual studies when I think I “know myself” well enough; however, the truth is, I am always a student of my life (spiritual, mental, and emotional). Even when I am not reading or talking about the meaning of my life or who I am, I am still living and breathing the life I set out to live. I am so well connected with my spiritual guides and deeper self that I tend to not make a big deal of it. When I need help or to focus on something personal or spiritual, I just do it… without issue or verbal discussion. It’s something I know so well that I don’t need to “figure it out” the way that some people expect me to have to.

Anyhow, it was great to talk to someone else about simplicity and pure, unlimited love and trust. After that, we did a meditation where I was brought to a place where I could feel myself breathe, feel my blood flowing, and this is what is sticking with me the most. I am feeling my life, and I recognize how beautiful and fragile it is. When I came out of that meditation segment, Robert asked me to sit up and open my eyes. The moment I did, I noticed the most beautiful pink rose I had ever seen. It was sitting on the alter behind Robert, yet, he never once blocked it. I have no clue why I didn’t see it before that moment… over 1.5 hours into our session. I kept staring at it. It was alive, even though cut off from it’s roots. It was surviving beautifully; and, though cut at the stem, it thrived on the energy of the world and life around it. It was part of us, part of a moment in time, and continuing to be. It made me very happy.

Robert told me that rose belongs to me, and that I must take it with me. I was so grateful. I haven’t been given a rose in a really really long time, and I had never seen a rose this beautiful before! It is the most perfect thing I have ever seen. I don’t even think a photo will do it justice, but I will take one tomorrow when it is still light out.

So, now, I am home and relaxing with the kitties. I am fully aware that I am not too far from the end of my emotional roller coaster ride. The drops are always harsh on powerful coasters, but you can’t get off the ride part way through… you must finish the ride. I’m not too far from the end now; and though there are more drops ahead, I know it will soon be over and I expect that the drops won’t be as steep as they’ve been. This won’t be the last coaster I’ll ever ride, but I think it will be a long time before I’ll have to ride one like this again.

The truth is, life isn’t easy. Relationships are not easy. Communication is not easy. Being human and a biological being isn’t easy. Having emotions isn’t easy. Still, life and love is worth the fight! I fall down a lot, and I get bruised up really freakin’ bad; but, I will never give up the fight!

Jun 01 2009

Know Thyself / Labeling

I am on a quest for knowledge… to find out who I am and why I do the things I do (or don’t do the things I don’t do). I feel like Leela (Futurama) on a quest to find her own people… when she finally meets them, she goes through a bunch of emotion, and ends up so happy that she finally understands who she is and where she came from! She doesn’t use her genetics as a crutch, but as a unique marker that helps define her as a unique and amazing person! She’s still a smokin’ hot space ship captain, and she still has bouts of loneliness and bitterness, but she’s mostly a confident, strong, and amazing individual… and everyone loves her!

I relate to Leela a lot in this way. I am confident, optimistic, strong, well-liked, and pretty great to spend time with; and, like her, I have a very different upbringing than I could have… considering what I now know about myself. I turned out really well. I worked very hard to be as “normal” as I could be, and I struggled to keep up with people around me that I liked and wanted to travel through life with. It wasn’t easy, but I came out pretty well. I’m social, I’m friendly, I’m confident, and I’m able to be a great speaker and teacher!

Why do I label myself then… well, picture a box of amazing looking brownies. These are the best brownies ever, but in order to enjoy them, you have to follow the directions. If the box didn’t have directions, you could totally screw up the recipe and end up with a sub-par treat. If the box has clear instructions, you could end up with the most incredible treat ever!!!! It’s pretty simple when you know what you are doing!

I am okay with labels, because they tell you what’s in the box and how to handle / create the best from it! I am in the process of learning what’s in my box; and once I do, I will be writing the instructions that will give a close friend or future partner the best chance at having the most amazing relationship ever with me! I’m only looking at the positives here, and I think that’s a good thing.

May 31 2009

They’re All Around You and You’re All Alone

Apoptygma Berzerk – Paranoia <-- DL Here Chew The Pill That Taste Like Hell But Gives You Strength Embrace The Drug That Makes You Mad Cause Still It Turns You Into Something Else Feel The Need For Love Grows Stronger Swap Your Mind For A Mirror Search And Shake Until The Break Of Day One Day You'll Realize That You Were Wrong And You'll Regret That All This Happened Did It Happen Some Day You'll Realize That You Were Wrong Left With Paranoia As Your Only Friend Your Mind Is Full Of Enemies The Room Is Full Of Energies That Want To Take Control They're All Around You And You're All Alone Your Mind Is Full Of Enemies The Room Is Full Of Energies Haunting Your Soul They're All Around You ============================ When you lose the ability to trust the people closest to you, you start to feel a bit paranoid... because it's hard to know who you actually can or should trust. I am a very trusting person, normally; but, I am having a really tough time trying to make sense of how I could trust one person so much - share all of my life and vulnerabilities with them, and then have that trust completely betrayed. I am paranoid of the world around me. I am still giving myself to the world completely, but I do not trust it to protect me and take good care of me. I feel more lonely than ever before; yet, I am not really scared. I'm just having trouble trusting. I've never been so hurt or let down in my life as I was on May 6th. The world, as I knew it, collapsed; and, while picking up the pieces, I have begun to realize that I have lost faith in my ability to be intuitive and use good judgment. It's like I don't even know myself right now, and I don't trust myself to make healthy decisions about who I share my life with. This is unnerving, to say the least. Right now, I am swimming with regret. I want my years back. I want my faith in humanity back. I want my intuition back. I want my energy back. I want my simple, child-like enjoyment of life back. I can't have my time back, but I hope to have my real smile back soon. I'm not feeling like myself these days. I'm more aware of myself than ever before, and I am actually feeling more bitter than happy. This is not a pretty picture. I am still the optimist, but I am also rolling on the winds of caution (a new place for me - a place I'm not entirely comfortable with). We'll see how long I stay here...

May 29 2009

Making Progress

Talked to a rep from the Learning Disability Association of California. They did a minor phone assessment, and will how help me find a counselor who will best be able to help me! They’ll actually be calling their top counselors to discuss ME (not just “are they available for new patients”), and then I’ll be able to get some real, quality help!

I’ll finally learn how to communicate my needs / thoughts and respond to the needs / thoughts of others! Too bad John didn’t stick around to see what I am really capable of! Once I master this, which I will, I will be the best girlfriend / partner anyone ever had! I’m a damn good person, and once I understand how my brain works, I’ll be 1,000,000 times more awesome than before!

I really do think the future will be bright!

May 29 2009

Who Am I?

I’ve been trying to figure how why I have so much trouble seeing “signs” and communicating with loved ones. I’ve been trying to figure out why I don’t initiate sex, even though I want it. I’ve been trying to figure out why I get so stressed and overwhelmed so easily, especially when it comes to abstract ideas and non-routine situations. I am open to doing things last minute, and actually enjoy it; but, I can’t function without at least making a plan. I get lost in the emptiness of what to do next.

Well, I thought maybe… just maybe, I was hyperlexic. Turns out, I think I actually have Asperger’s Syndrome. Here are some details and my notes (underneathe).

Persons with Asperger syndrome (AS) share some of the same characteristics as individuals with autism, and there is debate on whether AS is an independent diagnostic category or another dimension at the higher end of the autistic continuum (Szatmari, 1995).

Asperger syndrome is characterized by a qualitative impairment in social interaction. Individuals with AS may be keen to relate to others, but do not have the skills, and may approach others in peculiar ways (Klin & Volkmar, 1997).
I always try to relate to others, but it is extremely difficult for me. Still, I try and try and try. I do have persistence, for damn sure!

They frequently lack understanding of social customs and may appear socially awkward, have difficulty with empathy, and misinterpret social cues. Individuals with AS are poor incidental social learners and need explicit instruction in social skills.
I often repeat myself and try overly hard to sympathize more than I probably should. I think I overcompensate. I often misinterpret social cues. I miss nuance and jokes constantly.

Although children with AS usually speak fluently by five years of age, they often have problems with pragmatics (the use of language in social contexts), semantics (not being able to recognize multiple meanings) and prosody (the pitch, stress, and rhythm of speech) (Attwood, 1998).
I was speaking very young; but, throughout my life, all three of these (pragmatics, semantics and prosody) have been the bane of my existence – especially semantics.

Students with AS may have an advanced vocabulary and frequently talk incessantly about a favorite subject. The topic may be somewhat narrowly defined and the individual may have difficulty switching to another topic.
My vocabulary is ok. I wouldn’t say it’s advanced. I do talk incessantly about subjects I enjoy. People constantly cut me off or tell me I’m repeating myself.

They may have difficulties with the rules of conversation. Students with AS may interrupt or talk over the speech of others, may make irrelevant comments and have difficulty initiating and terminating conversations.
In high school, I learned how to stop talking over people. I find myself doing it here and there, but it’s mostly out of my system. I do listen, despite what some people think. I do have trouble initiating sex and terminating conversations. I don’t often initiate in groups (talking), but I stand there and listen til I find a way in. I initiate conversations when I feel lonely, but this is learned. I didn’t do this as a kid. I learned it in high school. I was extremely shy growing up!

Speech may be characterized by a lack of variation in pitch, stress and rhythm and, as the student reaches adolescence, speech may become pedantic (overly formal).
I used to speak very fast and without pitch. I learned how to speak properly to people in middle school. I was extremely formal in my speech growing up. I still notice it from time to time, but I have learned how to differentiate when I should and should not treat people like elders or subordinates.

Social communication problems can include standing too close, staring, abnormal body posture and failure to understand gestures and facial expressions.
I do not have a space intrusion issue. I don’t think I intrude. My posture seems to be ok. I do not read facial expressions very well, but I am learning. I was awful at this as a kid, but I started to learn more about facial expressions after studying photography at age 15.

The student with AS is of average to above average intelligence and may appear quite capable. Many are relatively proficient in knowledge of facts, and may have extensive factual information about a subject that they are absorbed with. However, they demonstrate relative weaknesses in comprehension and abstract thought, as well as in social cognition. Consequently, they do experience some academic problems, particularly with reading comprehension, problem solving, organizational skills, concept development, and making inferences and judgments. In addition, they often have difficulty with cognitive flexibility. That is their thinking tends to be rigid. They often have difficulty adapting to change or failure and do not readily learn from their mistakes (Attwood, 1998).
No comments. This statement is DEAD ON in every aspect!

It is estimated that 50%-90% of people with AS have problems with motor coordination (Attwood, 1998). The affected areas may include locomotion, ball skills, balance, manual dexterity, handwriting, rapid movements, lax joints, rhythm and imitation of movements.
I crash into walls a lot and actually failed handwriting until I was about 12, but I don’t seem to have other motor issues. At least that I know of…

Individuals with AS may also be inattentive and easily distracted and many receive a diagnosis of ADHD at one point in their lives (Myles & Simpson, 1998).
I had been told once, in college by a professor, that he thought I had ADHD. I ignored him. I do seem inattentive to people close to me. I’ve been told this many times. At work, I have been told I am very distracted. This is not a good thing at all.

Anxiety is also a characteristic associated with AS. It may be difficult for the student to understand and adapt to the social demands of school. Appropriate instruction and support can help to alleviate some of the stress.
I had a lot of learning and test anxiety growing up… even through college. I hated tests. I also freaked out when I would have to discuss what I was supposed to have read the night before. It’s not that I didn’t have time to read. I just didn’t understand what I read. I am so glad I am not in school right now! That anxiety was just awful! I remember it well.

Difficulties with language
* tendency to make irrelevant comments
Yeah, I’ve been called out on this. Not often in the past few years though.

* tendency to interrupt
I really try not to do this, but I have been told I do this sometimes.

* tendency to talk on one topic and to talk over the speech of others
Yeah, I do this.

* difficulty understanding complex language, following directions, and understanding intent of words with multiple meanings
This is 100% me.

* have a lot of trouble with metaphors and words with double meanings
Yep

* Often asks for instruction to be repeated, simplified or written down
Did that all my life, even in college.

Insistence on sameness
* Needs help preparing for potential change
Yeah, I don’t adjust to change well. I can handle spontaneity, but change takes lots of understanding and hard work.

* use of pictures, schedules and stories
Yes… yes… yes…

Impairment in social interaction
* difficulty understanding the rules of social interaction
Yes, growing up. I know I still screw up sometimes, but I mostly have this under control.

* may be naïve
I have been told this is me, by many people.

* interprets literally what is said
100% me

* difficulty reading the emotions of others
100% me

* lacks tact
Have been told this, many many times – esp by people close to me.

* difficulty understanding “unwritten rules” and when they do learn them, may apply them rigidly
I have had this called out to me throughout my life… I tend to be very rigid and literal in my application of what I learn and read.

* Needed excess teaching regarding flexibility, cooperation and sharing
It took me til about 10th grade, but I finally got it!

Poor concentration
* often off task and distractable
100% me

* may be disorganized
Without my palm and notes, definitely!

* difficulty sustaining attention
Yes, I always thought I had an attention disorder. I constantly get distracted and lose focus, esp if interrupted. I just take waaaaaay too long to get back on track, sometimes up to 30 min!

* usually site at the front
Always, unless I was depressed and wanted to be left alone.

Poor organizational skills
* Need to use schedules and calendars
Always

* maintain lists of assignments
Without lists, I am lost

Poor motor coordination
* may prefer fitness activities to competitive sports
Yes! I hated competitive sports. I much preferred fitness, and still do.

* may be more skilled at using a keyboard than writing
Hell yes. I write so slow and can’t keep up with good notes. I am so much faster and better at typing notes.

Academic difficulties
* usually average to above average intelligence
I’ve been told I’m pretty smart

* good recall of factual information
Of things I am interested in, and random things such as all the phone numbers I’ve ever had, how to get places I’ve only been to once as a kid, and quotes from favorite movies/shows. Random things I enjoy.

* areas of difficulty include poor problem solving, comprehension problems and difficulty with abstract concepts
Yep, me 100%

* Often strong in word recognition and may learn to read very early, but difficulty with comprehension
100% me, again

* May do well at mathematical computations, but have difficulty with problem solving
That’s why I got 100% in algebra, but needed tutoring in calculus.

* For teachers and friends:
1. don’t assume that the student has understood simply because he/she can re-state the information
So so so true!

2. be as concrete as possible in presenting new concepts and abstract material
Please!!!!

3. break down tasks into smaller steps or present it another way
This would help me a lot!

4. provide direct instruction as well as modeling and show examples of what is required
Without examples and directness, I am 100% LOST!!!! I can’t even begin to understand you or know what you are talking about!

5. avoid verbal overload
Yeah, I won’t be able to follow you

6. Do not assume that they have understood what they have read. Check for comprehension!
Please, for the love of God!!! Please check for comprehension, don’t assume anything. I probably did NOT get it!

Emotional vulnerability
* may have difficulties coping with the social and emotional demands
I avoid drama like the plague. I just can’t keep up or offer any advice.

* easily stressed due to inflexibility
Yeah, but I’m working on this

* often have low self-esteem
Until about age 17, yes. I’m good now!

* may have difficulty tolerating / making mistakes
True. I really can’t handle mistakes… especially if I made them! I am really hard on myself.

* may be prone to depression
Ya think! 😉 Those who know me well know that I fall deep (even though I hide it very well from most people).

* may have rage reactions and temper outbursts
Not since I was a kid. I think this is totally under control.

* Requires positive praise and being told what she/he does right or well
Yes, I am a very confident person; but, I really do need to be told I did things right and that I’m on the right track. It’s my brain, not my spirit that needs your help here!

* Difficulty dealing with stress
Yeah, I kinda panic and freeze

* educate others about disorder / issues
I always try to teach people how to work with me. Most people don’t believe me when I say I don’t understand them or didn’t ‘get’ something; but, maybe they will now.

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I have a lot more to learn, but I think I’m starting to see the big picture come together.

I’ve had a lot of cards stacked against me lately: 3 lay-offs, Penny’s death, starting a new job that is not easy for me (pride and finances down, stress level up), and John leaving me due to lack of sex initiation (which had nothing to do with what I wanted and felt – since I really did crave / want him, but was actually caused by low free testosterone levels, job and money depression, depression after losing Penny, and perhaps my lack of initiation due to having AS).

To get me through my hard times, my greatest happiness was having someone I love who loved me too. I guess I was wrong though… he didn’t really love me. He just thought he did. If he loved me, he would not have left me over this. He would have gone to the ends of the earth to make things work and figure out what was wrong. He only took his own feelings and issues into consideration, not mine. That’s not love, and that makes me really sad.

I can’t wait to meet and fall in love with someone I am just as attracted to, but who also really, truly loves me and will never give up on me (even when I am stressed and depressed)!

May 26 2009

California is Rotting with Ignorance

I am so disappointed in the California Supreme Court’s decision to uphold Prop 8 – eliminating equal rights for all people. They upheld the marriages of those who made the deadline, but what about all of those who didn’t – those who’s weddings were planned for dates in the future (due to family, money, etc.)? They lose!

What a terrible thing to let the vote stand… a majority should NEVER be allowed to vote on the civil rights of a minority; and, that’s just what happened in the Nov 2008 election. Such a small % win for the majority of ignorant people, but the Court still upheld their ruling. Disgusting!!!

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Alice in Chains – Rotten Apple

Hey Ah Na Na
Ignorance is spoken
Spoken

Confidence
is broken
Broken

Sustenance is stolen
Stolen

Arrogance is potent
What I see is unreal
I’ve written my own part
Eat of the apple, so young
I’m crawling back to start

Hey Ah Na Na
A romance is fallen
Fallen

I repent tomorrow
Tomorrow

Is suspended my sorrow
Sorrow

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May 26 2009

Beautiful Gloom

It’s gloomy out today. I wish we’d have a thunderstorm. I could really use one right now. I miss the torrential downpour right now. I want it to wash away everything, including my dreams and nightmares. Thankfully, there have been less of them over the past two nights – probably because I am now taking Valerian Root to help me sleep deeper. I’m exhausted though. I was hoping to feel more rested after taking this… maybe it will be a few more days.

Last night, I called a friend during a pretty strong emotional low; and, she gave me some good advice. Others have to, but in a different way. With the state that I was in and the words she said, I think I am ready to start letting go. I have been desperately holding on… not wanting to say good-bye to almost 3 years of happy times and love; but, I just can’t handle the pain anymore… and he’s not coming back. So, I think I am ready to start letting go. There will be rough days, I am sure; but, they will be easier if I cut the rope. That’s what I have to do. I can’t tie myself down to false hope and glimpses. I need to run… run into the direction that will lead to great happiness. I can’t wallow in this place of loss and longing anymore.

I hope I can do this. I believe I can. I am pretty damn strong, and I know this wasn’t my fault.

May 24 2009

Karaoke in the Cold

I’m freezing tonight. I just can’t get warm no matter what. I went to Karaoke with my friend Adrienne at this little dive bar, Liquid Zoo, in Van Nuys tonight. It was freezing in there. I sang a few new songs (new to me) tonight: Hole – Doll Parts, Toad the Wet Sprocket – Good Intentions, and Red Hot Chili Peppers – Otherside. I also sang some ones I’ve done before: Toad the Wet Sprocket – Whatever I Fear & Alice Cooper – Ballad of Dwight Fry.

It was pretty fun over all, but I made the mistake of telling the karaoke host that I was recently broken up with. She was at the bar, and we were chatting. It just came out during conversation. Man, was that a bad idea! She announced to the entire bar that I am recently single – more than once! Ugh. I had guys hitting on me all night. I was so tired of finding excuses not to talk to them or nice things to say to humor them, but still show them that I wasn’t interested. Truly exhausting. I couldn’t wait to leave after that. Adrienne & I stayed til after 1:30am, as she had one last song down the list.

Also, it was 57 degrees out tonight. I think the bar didn’t have air or a heater, just air from the outside. I was shivering. Now that I am home, I am still ridiculously cold. I wish I could convince the cats to sleep on my feet!

I’m off to bed now. I can barely keep my eyes open.

May 22 2009

And All HE keeps Inside, Isn’t on the Label

Once again, I woke up with a song swimming around my head…

Fuel – Shimmer

She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable

And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn’t on the label

She says shes ashamed
And can she take me for awhile
And can I be a friend, well forget the past
But maybe I’m not able
And I break at the bend

Were here and now, but will we ever be again
cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again

She dreams a champagne dream
Strawberry surprise, pink linen and white paper
Lavender and cream

Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I’m somewhere between

I never really know
A killer from a savior
til I break at the bend

Its too far away for me to hold
Its too far away…

Guess Ill let it go…

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