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2017-09-20 12:39 pm
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Whose who in my closet

Wow. I started this about 2 hours ago and got overwhelmed by all the people I'd like to explain, define, and categorize. Life doesn't really work that way. So my plan is to add people to this post as I mention them.
 
Honey/Anita is my would be ex-girlfriend. That is we flirted with a relationship but it never came to fruition because our mental illnesses clash in a way that makes us both sick in the worst ways. She is the mother of my daughter and middle child. She  was a primary and a secondary for my sadist at points in the last few years. Their status is currently unknown as it is being defined presently. She is bipolar and borderline  which i only mention because it is how she defines herself. We met June  2014. Addendum: i always knew honey was a placeholder until i could find the right moniker. Anita because she can be an awesome partner, the best, until her insecurities get the best of her and she picks at it until it cant be maintained anymore. See also Anita Blake books for the reference. Current status with the sadist co-parent and nothing more. She kinda sabatoged any chance of a working relationship between them at the end.

My sadist is my primary relationship. We met in 2001 and we started seeing each other in 2010.  He is the father of my daughter and my youngest son. Our bdsm relationship is on hold currently because the breakup of our poly family has put an extraordinary amount of stress on our personal relationship and we need to do a significant amount of rebuilding. I love him and we plan to be together for the rest of our life. He has many chronic health issues. 

The Roman is my secondary partner though i hate hate hate the tital of secondary because it seems to imply that the feelings arent as important when really it means i dont have as many resources for him as i would like. He lives in Kentucky. Ive known him since 1996 though we only started pursuing a relationship October 2015.  He's nearly always been there for me. We also have a bdsm relationship but it's more of a switching kind of relationship.

The nemesis is a lot of things and as the name suggests not many of them good.  He's kinda like the bad guy in Jessica Jones without the superpowers. He was a witch... a damn good one. We were poly only not really. I met him in 2002 and i was seeing him full time for 2 years and off and on until 2005. He was abusive as fuck and bdsm. He broke my brain and when he left me i had no idea how i would live without him.  I still follow thought paths he put in there from time to time. When he's with me i can't think, i cant get angry, i cant say no.  He made finding healthy a super big problem. Delusions i have associated with him include him being the reincarnation of Alistor Crowley and a repeated pattern on the wheel of him trying to steal my soul.

The dream doctor.... ive known the dream doctor since 1999 when we worked together at mcdonalds. Sometimes we are best friends, sometimes we've been lovers, other times we've just kinda been nearby. We are done with all the labels but friend now though.

Leviathan;  Lev is just lev. With his permission i left his name as is because i can't think of anything more appropriate than the name he gave himself.  Lev and i met ... roughly 2006 before i was married. He's been many things. Spiritual guidance, friend, love interest. It shifts and chanes routinly. He lives in Tennessee however which can be a problem.  We have a standing date Mondays to commiserate with and support each other.

Dark Angel first female love. There are a lot of things that could be discussed and defined here but most of it is irrelevant. I thought about writing about her today so i thought I'd drop a reference point to come back to. Her birthday is close to mine, the day before. We met i 1997 and were inseparable best friends until her abusive parents got in the way. We reconnected in 2005 breifly until same abusive parents got in the way again. I loved her and i wanted to date her but it never went that way. Had to let her go to be healthy with myself.

Rhiannon- i can and have in other places written pages and pages about the complexities of our relationship. She was my brother's ex-wife just about 12 years older than me (give or take) my best friend and my first female lover. She was my mother at times and my child at others. We practiced magick together. We shared everything.  We were estranged near the beginning if my marriage. Even then we both loved each other deeply. She passed away a few years ago and its been a very hard blow for me. 
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2017-09-19 12:19 pm
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My vulva and feminism

 So yesterday i listened to two seperate podcasts that spent time talking about women's body image and the conversation shifted  to pubic hair and why the trend of -younger girls - has been to remove all or most of their pubic hair.  When puzzling out the - why - of it could only imagine that all these girls must have been victimized by expectations set up by the porn industry directly or by the expectations of boys who have seen porn and set it as an expectaton for their partners. 

This doesn't -hit- for me. That is it doesnt seem fair or reasonable to think an entire generation of young ladies has been disenfranchised by pornography. Sure, maybe some have... maybe a reasonable portion of them.l, but that labeling is damaging to the rest of us. 

I shaved my pubic hair the instant it arrived. That was far too young to be aware that pornography exists or to be sexual with anyone other than myself. Then and now i didnt like it, it felt unnatural to me and it seemed reasonable to remove it to feel more happy and comfortable with my body.  I haven't spent a lot of time worrying about what may have influenced me into feeling that way. Still don't ready care.  It's my body i didnt like it and so i got rid of it.  Now sometimes I'm too tired or lazy to shave but when i want to feel like im owning my sexuality i remove it all.  If there were reasonable and affordable ways to make it go away forever i would.

How exactly does this relate to my feminism? There's a subset of feminism that insists to be empowered we must deny our femininity and pretend that to be empowered we must be -exactly like- men. That you shouldn't allow your daughters pink and princesses that you don't allow your boys to engage their own masculinity. It's the part of feminism that makes me eschew the whole word and further more YOUR MISSING THE DAMN POINT.

Feminism is supposed to empower women to be whoever they want to be executive to housewife.  To wear a dress or a suit. To have all or none of of their own body hair.  Yes you need to raise your daughters of the messages the media sends and help them to chose way feels right to them.  You need to allow all your children to play with whatever toys they want from trucks to barbies. Raise your children to understand that passive is not permission and understand what ongoing enthusiastic consent is.

But if you could very please leave my vulva out of it.

I've meant to write an article about how my mom is a secret femnist for years but today I'll say. I want to be a femnist like my mom. I want to work hard and bust barriers between me and my goals. I want to lose the pretense of listening to well meaning advice about how to be a better wife and mother a better female co-worker a more accommodating woman who smiles. I want to be unapologetically -me- just who i am despite all pressure to fall in line with the pretty and popular crowds out there. I want to teach my children to do the same with the simple act of loving them no matter who they decide to be on their own.  I want to prepare them for the messages they will receive from all sides by talking to them all the time of how their body only belongs to them and they get to decide what happens to it. I want to warn them that they world might not like what they choose but the only person who matters is them and that voice inside that echoes right and wrong.

Feminism is not telling your children who they -must be- but showing them who they can be every day.

That's it. Thanks.
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2017-09-14 08:18 am

Thoughts I've had after Facebook stalking my abusive x

 "So he's married now... three kids. Is his wife okay?... she's probably okay it's not like he beat me.  There's so many things wrong with me that's probably why he hurt me, he probably doesn't even know he did."  Stop that .."but is she okay?"

"He's a fucking minister?!?! How is that a thing Mr. Alistor Crowley? ... sociopaths can be anyone they wanna be i guess. Does he still do drugs? Have kinky sex? *blush* there was some really good sex... *reads posts* but he's like a sane  religious leader.. like I'd be if i went that way... maybe he's been normal this whole time and it's all just in my head you know i have a problem with perceptions... "stop, " but why does he get to be normal when i have to fight for every peaceful moment"

"Does he think of me? Does he get sad and repent the terrible things he's done? Does he flip it and think of me as his psycho x? Is he greatful i finally was able to delete his number and let go? Is he sad i escaped? Does he know I'll never really escape? Does he ever miss me???"

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2017-09-11 11:53 am
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With me your anger is always personal

I spend 90% of my life in recovery for my ptsd issues. A lot of that is looking at the parts of me that are -not normal- and reframing them so nobody else has to be put out because im broken.  I really do know that my recovery is not your responsibility.

This one though is cost of doing buisness. I've been abused a lot. The punishment went from verbal abuse to sexual abuse with a little physical mixed in. A large part of my life is knowing that somebody is mad and trying to fix it before it hurts me.

So when you have to "get angry to get motivated" or you are so frustrated with the kids you are randomly cussing, If you had a shit day and are just are irritable, don't tell me its not about me so i shouldnt worry.

I will always worry and try to make things better. I'll always flinch when you yell. I'll always feel unsafe when the house vibrates with unspoken tension. I'll always want to cut and be hyperaroused until things can be made safe.

Don't tell me it's not personal because I'll  always be hurt by your anger. 

Im not asking you to change but maybe to understand after why im over sensitive after.  Why i flinch when you yell and when you yell at me why i shatter for days.




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2017-06-14 06:59 am
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Don't think i dont know what this is

 She alternately put me on a pedestal or vilified me.

She didn't believe me when i told her how sick i was (ptsd) and accused me of lying to her about everything when i could not control my symptoms.

She believed i couldn't feel as intensely as she did so she would push me until I'd break down repeatedly "trying to get me to feel what she did" (fyi feeling is not the problem its feeling safe when i do and knowing how to express it)
 
Even though she was supposed to be my best friend i couldn't tell her my secrets because of her emotional responses.

I quit feeling safe.
I quit feeling safe.
I quit feeling safe.

Every time i found center there was one more thing to push me off my stable place.

She used all the emotional resources in my household and when i found somebody else instead of turning to her with nothing left she melted down, raged, and sabotaged any chance for his visit here ro be good.

Even when she admitted she had made a mistake or broken something it was still somehow our fault. She reinforced the thought tapes. "There is something wrong with me," and "i am poison" all the time.

But the worst thing is when she pushed everything until our house could not stand.  She made her dramatic exit in a way that would continue to impact  our lives for years and now walks around as if she is the injured party.

Don't think i don't know what this is. I spent 3 years in a similar relationship hell. I hesitate to name it because with my PTSD i cant always be sure of my perception. I hesitate because she seems to be too kind to be that kind of person. I hesitate because no matter how long its been i still think "it's my fault" and if i were normal or less venomous people wouldn't hurt me.

But i know what this looks like and i know what it feels like.
I see you.
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2017-05-26 10:02 pm
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Because you love me...

 Something I've been working on learning for a long time is that relationships get this trap. I call if the "if you love me" sandpit of longevity....

I dunno if this sandpit just happens to me more because im damaged and i tend to pick damaged people but after the honeymoon is passed and you contemplate building a life together you start wanting them to change, not out of malace but out of love.  Quit smoking, eat healthy, start doing the things that will keep you here with me longer. Take care of yourself... but the thing is... the things that need to be changed are things that cannot be born from the love of another person but have to come from your love for yourself.

Like- I'd like the sadist to take better care of his athsma, excersise, lose weight, get insurance, file for disability


I'd like the roman to go back to school, get a job, build a social circle, go to the dentist...

I want those things  not because i want to benifit from them but because it will better their lives, make them happy, keep them with me.  It doesn't work like that though. I can get somebody to buy me a gift because they love me, or probably do the dishes when im tired and sick, i can get somebody to try new things and explore with me....but you cant get somebody to stop being an addict because they love you, as much as popular media tries you cant single handedly pull somebody out of a deep depression because they love you. 

The things i want from my partners can only change because they love themselves enough to let go of the self destruction in their lives. I hated myself when i tried to get the sadist to quit smoking. 

When i was cutting i lost a lot of people who were trying to save me  because " if you love me you'd stop" very quickly turns into  if you can't im leaving.  Really, my answer was  . That in no way helps me want to stop. I had to stop because i wanted to for me.

A lot of my current family drama and loss is a because you love e kind of stress. Honey needs constant reinforcement of that ove so every issue becomes "if you loved me" and the resulting stress therein broke us to pieces. After the nemisis my response to that question is... fuck you i love me more.

Anyways, I've run out of where i was going. 

Peace
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2017-05-08 08:20 am
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Breastfeeding... the pain and propaganda

 I don't know where exactly i want to start.  I wish that there as more truth in the propaganda about breastfeeding. When i was pregnant with the little guy i knew it's exactly what i wanted to do for him. It seemed though that, being the most natural thing in the world that it would be easy. Just draw baby up to my breast help him latch and look "magic lunch."

The first week i was nursing i cried all the time about it. You see i had flat nipples and the lactation specialist at my hospital didn't care for nipple shields.. when she showed me how to do it she'd more just do it for me which didnt help at all. Sometimes I'd take 20 minutes just to get him hooked on right... so it seemed like nursing is all i ever did. It was hard for my partners to help me and i was so tired all the time.  I did end up using a nipple shield and it was the BEST THING EVER.

When i started pumping it was it was overwhelming. On top of nursing all the time and trying to pump. Stressing that i wasnt pumping enough was a day to day thing that has just been my life. When i went back to work the hardest thing was all the pumping. And that hour and a half was all my breaks ever.

I work for two relatively nursing friendly companies and still it's a struggle. At the hospital i had to be really demanding and assertive to get my breaks off the unit. Other people seemed to think i was slacking and i was burning out easier and easier because the only breaks i got were pumping breaks. I wish could just educate people on how pumping is a medical issuse. It hurts to not pump, if your ducts get clogged you can get a breast tissue inflection and if course it's how im feeding my baby.

The fifth month of nursing was devastating. I got the norovirus and i couldn't just rest because i still had to nurse and pump when i was sick. My  pumping output when from 25 to 30 oz a day to 15. I took all the voodoo brewers yeast, mothers milk tea, fenreek .. i can barely tolerate the scent if maple syrup anymore because that's what the supplement smells like.  I broke down and cried as we had to start suplimenting with formula. And again when nathan started nursing less and less and i got down to pumping only enough for one 8 oz bottle a day.

But this too shall pass. Now my boy has 7 teeth and is weaned by deciding that he was done nursing (well and one last try that resulted in a bite with a mouth full of teeth)

Im trying to wean off pumping now.. its hard not to freak out and try to remeber (as i dip down to pumping 4oz ) a day that this is the desired result.. to dry up to stop  nursing ro wear nice bras again.
 
I'm triying not to panic... but the propaganda says 12 months... maybe years if you can do it.

I already miss it. 

Im trying to accept what i can do as good enough and i dont feel like i can share because other people cant or other people choose not to and somehow my pain and panic about what i should do is a judgment on them.

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2017-05-04 12:10 pm
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Making order out if chaos...

 I miss my BDSM relationships terribly right now. Over the course of the last two years ive gotten into a radical acceptance place about i cant demand from people what they arent able to give but it hurts.

It's not entirely about sex. The largest component of bdsm play for me is that it quiets my mind. The more chaotic my life is the more i need it. It's an hour or a day or an afternoon that thinking and planning.. deciding is off the table.  All i have to do is feel and listen.   It's endorphins rushing through my distressed body and teaching it how to relax. It's exercising my ability to trust my partner.. not to hurt me more than i like.

Of all the things about my failed triad it's the one that hurt the most. The sadist quit being me daddy and my dom and while he still had those energies for her he had none for me. I remember clearly during my pregnancy on my knees begging him to help me with this thing i needed badly.  And hearing no.  It broke me.  I was too much work for him and even though she was getting all the best parts of him she was jealous of me.

I dont know how it broke really. Honey's subbing style was different than mine and he got more extreme with me. He was defensive and angry when i tried to get him to change what he was doing so i could feel safe with him... so gradually it just stopped.

"You're a bad sub," the voice in my head says, "you don't surrender enough. You don't serve enough, you require too much prep work. You dont listen and you're not worth it."  

And i cant help but hear that subtext everytime the sub in me needs and does without.

What does she do for him that i don't? How toes she make it clear it's something she needs? What can i really change.

In the end nothing... she's leaving and im not. So hopefully someday when all this is over i can have it again.

But im lonley and needy now.  Nobody csn help with that.

Cake yesterday, cake tommorow, but never cake today!
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2017-05-02 09:12 pm
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Because PTSD is a thing

 I've got terrible TMJ this week. I wanna smoke all the pot, and take vicoden and a xanax for good measure i cant of course but i want to. I posted about it on Facebook and out of the blue the dream doctor messaged me. Talking about his experiences with tmj and his semi recent admission to himself that he had PTSD.

We got to talking about Nebraska and why I'd never live there again. Mostly because the people who knew me from there cant really ever know me now and the nemisis. That the memories were too strong and i really cant live anywhere within 500 miles of where the nemisis lives. Even today i dont know that faced with him i could tell him no or manage to hold anger in me around him. I still fear id be the meek obedient mouse he made me.

Except he didn't know about the nemisis. I've always been good about keeping my history of abuse away from my people. Bad things might have happened and ie feel guilty like i was lying. Or nothing would have happened and id feel unloved and unprotected. When i said that he never met the nemisis the dream doctor responded that was a good thing.

I expect when i casually admit ive been in an abusive relationship the people i tell imagine lifetime movies and bruises that need to be hidden. To me, it was so much worse. I ddint know i was being abused. Fool that i am i thought he was helping me, guiding me and i was so lost.  I dont suppose i could ever explain why it was so bad but he was a master of taking my past and my insecurities and leading me around by them. He'd drive me into a panic attack and drop me a block from home... he raped me.. a lot he forced me to do drugs i disnt want to do. And i was so obsessed about him. 

When he left me id cry and scream over the phone. I was hopeless and inconsolable. There was nothing i could do alone but i had to.

I remeber the last time vividly. He'd come to omaha to see a concert and he stayed at my house. I let him use me because i still wanted him.. needed him but then i slept in the living room on my couch.  I had to draw a line and it was thin and shakey but it was mine. He called to me from the bedroom.. my comfy bed where he'd fucked me not to long ago and id ignored him and went to sleep.

Even now sometimes i miss him.  And then i immediately feel ashamed.

The memories are here today though. My pain is hovering around a 7. Its been a rough ride.
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2017-05-01 06:04 am
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The hard rock boyfriend

 So i had a dream about the hard rock boyfriend and while i could have quietly added him to the whose who list i dont expect he'll come up often and he deserves more than a little blip on a list of people who impacted my life.

Before i dated him sex was just something i did because i wanted to be in a relationship. Parts of it felt good, others meh but i didn't really have a sex drive i just wanted to be loved. I wanted to be loved and i wanted to feel protected so... relationships and sex.

I'm beginning to suspect im anorgasmic but perhaps a tale for another time.

The hard Rock boyfriend and i had an exceptionally childish courtship. It took me a long time to be comfortable with wanting somebody to touch my body and he wouldn't do it unless i said so.  I could be cute, it could be code, but in the end it had to be a very clear indication that i wanted him to touch me, to have sex with me.  I may not have been a virgin when we met but it was in this relationship that i learned how to explore my sexuality in terms of what felt good to me.

It's bittersweet to think of. It only lasted 6 months or so between 2001 and 2002 before the strain of my mental illness, school and work, and traveling 3 hours to see him became too much for me.   We were from different worlds and at the time i didnt know how we could possibly make things work long term.  I wanted so many things that he could never give me.  Except i think he would have in the end.

Regrets

Because he deserved better than me.

Because to this day i miss him terribly 

Because I'd really like to get drunk with him soon.
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2017-04-29 11:51 am

PTSD miracles

 An intrusive thought is... something that slides up in between the moments of conscious thoughts. They are immutable, persistent, and unchangeable.  When you are low they pull on you and echo. They are the thoughts that make it hard to keep walking... keep hoping.

 (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intrusive_thought) 

My big thoughts 
1. I (was) going to die violently before 27
2. I would never be able to cary a healthy child... that i would die in childbirth.
3. There is something wrong with me.

That first thought has dictated my life for a long time. I took big risks, went to dangerous places, loved dangerous people. I am lucky to have not created a self fulfilling prophecy.  I tried to.  Not that i wanted to, i just thought it was unavoidable. Thoughts  that follow this thought are always fear based. I usually have terrible reoccuring thoughts when i break up with a guy that  they would rape me and beat me, ever though they've never given any indication that they would ever hurt me. The sole exception to this is the nemesis and instead i worried that he would kidnap, torture and brainwash me. When i passed 27 i was completely unprepared to still have a life. Ive spent the last few years trying to figure out what you do once you've passed your expiration date.

The third thought is one i tripped across during emdr. Im working on it now  i notice it l. Beyond that processing is still a work in progress.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eye_movement_desensitization_and_reprocessing


But the real miracle is the tiny little super guy.  I had two chemical pregnancies. That means i was pregnant enough to know i was but not pregnant enough that a miscarriage was physically traumatic. I was 16 and 20 i was really sick then.  There's no way i could have made it through or been a good mother. I never thought I'd be able to get off Ativan, cutting, smoking .. long enough to have a child. I wanted to more than anything.

It was the hardest thing ive ever done. Trying to write about it caused a mental side trip which i will write about next.

It make me feel like at times i did not have control of my body.  Everytime someone told me there is no way i could give birth without an epidural was triggering. It fed the fear that i would die in childbirth. If i cant even decide what feels safe for my own body how can i possibility live through it. I got super emo and felt all alone. I felt like nobody would ever touch me again. I did all the therapy... emdr... talking talking dbt. My PTSD friendly ob was out for 6 months and the one i had was prejudiced against big girls and had me obsessing over every ounce i ate.. because i needed to lose and then I lost too much.  I got gestational diabetes and had to check my sugars 4x a day and somehow not backslide into cutting...

It was ugly.. it was borderline unbearable and unless i had more support I would never do it again... 

The miracle is that i did what i wanted.. my ob came back and  he was amazing at keeping me calm about the diabetes. I had no damn needle in my spine and i had a natural birth... i felt as if all that trauma didn't belong to me anymore... not to this body that created life and brought it forth... i stopped hating it quite as much.
 
They are little things.. that ive accomplished but amazing to me all the same



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2017-04-26 11:38 am

Transgender issues make me uncomfortable...

 Before you raise the flag of transphobia let me say this. It's not their fault or responsibility to address my comfort level it's mine. In the United States i have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. You will notice that my comfort level is not included in that list and nor should it be. 

I have tried to (and plan to) raise my children to understand that your emotions are rarely about other people. It's things about yourself that bring up those emotions.

This issue has been rolling and rolling in my head for a long time. Being as liberal as i am several of my friends and strangers have come out to me as transgendered and while i did not plan to alienate them i was likely not good support for them and this lead to distance in our relationships.  

But why? Im pretty firm with while i would never alter my body it's everybody's right to decide what's best for them. I literally want no say in anybody other than my children until they are able to make decisions for themselves. Ive rolled it or rolled it and wondered what it is that gets me so stuck on something that i firmly believe is none of my buisness.

But noodling about how i feel about my developmental process through my femininity finally clicked it in place. Being a survivor of sexual abuse through my childhood and early adulthood have left me with a somewhat adversarial relationship with my gender identity. I've been a victim and i sharpened my sexuality into both a weapon and a form of currency, and then it was a means of controlling me. I really never felt all that comfortable with my femininity until the little super guy came along. 

How does that relate to transgender issues?  Femininity itself makes me uncomfortable.  It's not my people deciding/discovering they are more feminine then masculine i havent had much experience with the other way around.   It's not that i don't think people have a right to change or redefine who they are. It's that im not all the way there to the place that i can explore how my femininity is a part of me.

This is a me issue not a you issue and it's my job to get better at that.  I think that it's hard for people to just be honest about being uncomfortable because there are so many assholes out there but i promise I'm not trying to be.

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2017-04-26 08:20 am
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My children

 I have three children and while who is on my mind right now is my little super guy I cant imagine a whole entry on him without also talking about his siblings. So more introductions for you. Hooray!

My wandering giant is the eldest. He's 15 right now (2017) and lives with his dad in Nebraska. I met my wandering giant when he was 4 years old and i knew he was mine immediately. I adopted him just before kindergarten during my brief marriage. His bio mom, whom he still sees from time to time, was allowing him to be sexually abused in her home. To this day she denies that it happened which really hurts my son but he wants a relationship with her anyway. He's got a lot of me in him with a fondness for what he calls debating but what we all know is only organized enough to be arguing.  I could fill a page with just him but I really just want to intro now so i can write about breastfeeding *lol* i imagine his online name will change as he comes into an identity of his own definition.

My middle child the mother of dragons is currently 20 months old. Biologically she belongs to Honey and my sadist. Upon her birth she was the happiest baby in existence and she stayed that way until she started to discover other emotions around 1 year old. Now she is kind of emo as she starts to integrate the responsibility of getting older (at this age really just learning to mind) and being a big sister. My dragon girl is awesome and amazing and i will likely spend a long time talking about her too.

My tiny little super guy is biologically mine and the sadist's child. He's been grumpy since he was born though my dragon girl has taught him a little about being happy too. He is 90 percent charm ten percent asshole (as grumpy babies tend to be)  soo many things i want to write about the guy but not in this post.
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2017-04-25 04:28 pm
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it's safe here in my closet

The thing about being out is... you can be out to 95% of the people in your life and you are still not really out. I really admire the people who can be 100% real in 100% of their life. I had dissociative disorder NOS for a long time so I'm not really entirely comfortable being 100% real with myself all the time clearly.

I'm working on that. I might never get there though.

It hinders my desire to participate in activism because how can i fight to make the world safe for other people when i can't even make it safe for my true unfiltered self?

Maybe that's my privilege speaking. Maybe because I'm white and the people i happen to love right now are men and one of them lives far away i do have the privilege of looking normal without crisis moving it forward. It's hard for me to view it that way when the dissociation was impacted by the need to look normal as a survival skill. If i wanted any needs met at all i needed to fit the standard.

Honey (introductions are next i swear) belives that we owe it to the world to be out. That things will never get better if everyone refuses to let go of their masks. In this I'm neglecting the community (just as i neglected her) by keeping my shit private. I do in fact see her point, however, in my humble opinion the primary imperative of any survivor is to continue surviving. Survival is one of my best things and I like to drag other people along whenever possible. I'm just sociopathic enough to continue to survive alone if i cant bring anyone else with.

Well okay I'm rambling again (get used to that)

So I'll just say... i might not love my closet but it is safe here and I'm not ready to leave.