Hi everyone. Instead of #RomanticTuesday, I decided to write a post and letter about #MeToo. I will resume #RomanticTuesday next week. If you’re on social media, you might have heard of #MeToo. #MeToo is a way for people to share their voices and stories of sexual harassment and abuse via social media. Actress Alyssa Milano began this on Twitter a few days after the Harvey Weinstein scandal. Other celebrities like Lady Gaga, America Ferrara, Debra Messing and others are also participating.
Being a survivor of these types of abuse, I think this movement is empowering. It’s a way for survivors to speak up and express themselves…even if it happened to them many years ago. This also lets others know it’s OK to speak out against these actions.
I didn’t tell anyone I was abused until many years after it happened. I was ashamed of myself. I always thought it was…
This sometimes makes it look like I’m lying, but it’s really trying to fill the
This may be more obvious on social networks than in daily life.
The people in my daily life respond to the alters but don’t call them by name.
Bobby had a chat this morning with the landlady.
She enjoys his sense of play.
The alters come and go without being noticed by people who don’t live with me; they never announce themselves and they all think of themselves as the “real” me.
All parts of me are loyal and all parts of me remember people who treat
I don’t have alternates that secretly troll, hack or seek to hurt other people.
In fact, my alternates will unite out of love for someone.
I recall a set of interesting questions I got when I won a Leibster award in 2014.
Here is how I would answer some of those questions today.
Why did you start blogging?
I started blogging in the fall of 2013. I tried to blog for a few weeks but didn’t have the focus or confidence, so I shut down the blog.
In the fall of 2014 I discovered a network of mental health advocates on WordPress. Reading their blogs gave me a sense of focus; in September of 2014 I re-opened the blog with The Chat.
I blog as a way to communicate with my therapist, but I know that publicly documenting a process so personal is a political act.
What has surprised you most about blogging?
That people support me and read my blog. I know I’m not a power blogger but I’m pleased that so many people read me so consistently.
What one thing would you change about your current life?
I want to have better symptom management skills.
What is one special thing from your childhood that you treasure?
My memories of my Grandmother.
What is one of your favorite things to do and why?
My alternates have their own focus. Mateo likes to build computers, Bobby likes to listen to music, Matthew is interested in religion, and I am interested in politics.
Most of my political stance is based on life experience.
I consider it cowardly to be silent about economic and social policies that are designed to destroy people.
I think of my mind as proof of the human spirit.
It’s a quantum mind with different versions of me living
on separate timelines.
It offends me that HMO’s treat the brain like a second-rate organ.
I am a man of faith but I don’t believe in organized religion.
Our species has the gift of reason and when we use it we can see the mysterious.
Albert Einstein said;
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom the emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand wrapped in awe, is as good as dead —his eyes are closed. The insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms—this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness.”
Last night I rented Beauty and the Beast on Xfinity for my granddaughter, E. I think she has watched it 3 times already and we’re probably in for at least one more viewing today I’m sure.As I sat in my office working today, I could hear the movie playing. I remembered that my daughter’s boyfriend (EM) took E to see it when it came out in the theaters.
I just have to give kuddos to EM who is not the biological father of my granddaughter, but has been in her life since she was about 2 – 3 months old.
After EM took E to see Beauty and the Beast, they went to Wal-Mart to pick up a couple of things. E saw a toy, the rose in the glass dome and wanted it. It was a bit pricey so E decided to make her one. They found the…
Last time I put it to a vote — should I do something darkly different from my other blog stories. Almost everyone said yes. Although the story is “there,” I’m still not sure I can write it. The telling is difficult.
Sigh… Okay, here goes nothing!
Even though sunshine is sorely absent from this story — and the content will sometimes be raw and difficult, as a writer I’m still not given to extremes. You need not expect gore, violence, sex, or profanity in excess. Although there likely will be some. Those things exist in this story, even if I don’t go into explicit detail with them.
I need the sunlight. That’s why I haven’t been able to start this dank, dark, deplorable diatribe. It’s not a fantasy, though it may bear little semblance to the worlds any of you have known. For your sake, I certainly hope it does…