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kaylight1101
29 April 2008 @ 04:45 pm
Note to self and a chuckle  
"The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace."

--- "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvel

I remembered this line today from a 17th century English poem I read in college.  I think the poem's a riot and seems mostly about sexual repression and frustration. The things people had to do to get laid back then... (but the context seems a good reminder about love in general)
 
 
kaylight1101
20 April 2008 @ 09:01 pm
Boderline Personality Disorder or Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?  
 I have been doing some research on Borderline Personality Disorder.  I was diagnosed with a "variant" of BPD as it has been somehow decided that I do not have all the symptoms. However, I was diagnosed with full-blown BPD at age 20 when I had a horrible eating disorder and tried to kill myself. I now fully realize why some therapists in the hospitals I ended up in (and in the ER a couple of times) were really unkind to me.

Every time I happened to see on a piece of paper that my diagnosis was BPD, I also noticed that clinicians felt the need to be pretty heavy-handed with me, which is exactly the opposite of what I needed. This attitude would often start the minute I walked into their office. They assumed that I was going to start manipulating them right off the bat. This diagnosis has garnered such a bad reputation that some therapists, as a rule, will only take on so many borderline patients without first giving them the benefit of the doubt.

The truth, as I knew it, was that I was just incredibly sad and disconnected. I remember one therapist in particular who had a cold look and mean tone telling me that I had tried to commit suicide to get back at my parents, that that was the "ultimate fuck you."

Maybe I was unconsciously doing that,  but mostly I was really miserable and severely depressed. I felt that there was no getting out of my eating disorder, though I survived it for another 10 years before I beat it. If I did anything for attention, trying to kill myself was really a way of trying to find a release from the stress I was under all the time. If it was a cry for help or a rescuer, I must have really needed a hand at that point.

After getting re-diagnosed again a few years ago, I remember thinking  that since it is a mostly a female problem, that BPD might be somewhat of a feminist issue or could be looked at as even a pejorative label. It almost seems like somewhat of an extension of the "mad woman in the attic" story, fodder for feminist literary theory based on a character in the Charlotte Bronte novel, "Jane Eyre." 

I think there are some valid diagnostic criteria for the symptoms, but I no longer think the  BPD label is very helpful since it inspires fear in the patient and his or her community.

I only seem to notice the related severity of symptoms when I get into an intimate relationship or get around my mother who has mood swings  and can become verbally abusive and irrational. Sometimes there are other triggers and I need a lot of time alone. I have a hard time figuring out if certain people or groups of people are "safe" for me, but feel I have come by that honestly and that it often-times just makes good common sense.

On the other hand, my most recent disassociated traumatic episode, has helped me in that I am starting to look at some of what I am going through in the context of BPD - especially the thinking styles - and realize that the diagnosis can be a helpful way of gaining self-knowledge in some areas - but just for the time being. For example, I realize that I do that "splitting" thing over situations and other people as well in regular day to day situations. Some of this is due entirely to my fluctuating mood that causes changes in my cognitive approaches to things.

I remember being really pissed off at this mental health center I went to in Akron when the first therapist I saw there had me sign some papers for a treatment plan.  Right there in front of me was a whole list of diagnoses assigned to me - narcissistic, dependent, avoidant, and borderline personality disorders. She had only met with me once before the treatment plan signing! I have read that it is not uncommon for these people to unscrupulously diagnose other personality disorders with BPD.

I was annoyed even further when on two other occasions, she told me that she didn't agree that BPD might be part of a mood disorder and that it was entirely learned.  On another occasion, she felt the need to point out to me that many psychologists do not even believe that Fibromyalgia even exists, thus covertly stating her opinion (given the context) about one of my conditions. Yes, it occurs more often in certain personality types and those with mood disorders, but again, the research is pointing to a sensitive biochemistry that more or less throws off the stability of a fragile nervous system and causes or exacerbates the condition.

I was also in this therapist's coping skills/DBT therapy group and I hated the way she dealt with patients. She got way too heavy handed with a woman who had been cutting herself with a potato peeler.  It seemed unprofessional to come down that hard on her in a group setting.

The next time I tried to attend her group, after I had fired her and got a much more reasonable therapist who was her boss, she was telling a patient, who probably had a bad case of tardive dyskenisia (from her description of how it started after being on a  anti-psychotic), that she had total control of her chronic torso undulations and facial movements.  She told her that if she just tried to stop doing that for five seconds, it would add up eventually to longer. She was kind of heavy-handed with her as well, and not very bright about it, being that she is not a medical doctor and the woman had yet to be properly evaluated.

Once again, I noted how clinicians often treat those labeled with BPD as pariahs. The underlying message from some of them is, "You learned your way into this misbehavior, now you better work hard as hell to get yourself out. And besides,  you're a pain in the ass to everyone around you."

I am glad I've been doing my research. I think that I would rather talk to someone about the fact that I have some kind of childhood PTSD that developed along with my mood disorder, rather than to admit to a diagnosis of BPD.  A search on BPD and PTSD reveals that many clinicians believe that BPD is not much different than, or occurs along with complex post-traumatic stress disorder. Maybe it is time to get rid of the whole BPD label that seems mostly to blame women as having personality flaws, as women are historically put down for exhibiting or expressing dark feminine energy or experssing certain emotions.

While it seems rather "uncool" or out of vogue these days to talk about the problems of one's childhood, I would have no other way of explaining what was going on with me all last week, that I became emotionally dysregulated in a state of hyperarousal or "fight or flight," and that I became really sensitive to rejection, even if that was not the other person's intent in the end. So most of the BPD shoe does fit, but I still retain my right to resist that label and to have a choice in how I define my own humanity.

I really liked this article that hypothesizes that  BPD is a diagnosis that might have garnered more attention over the last couple of decades as a separate issue from mood disorders and PTSD, simply because the psychiatric community just needed more funding to do more research on other affective disorders. As well, the author talks about the enormous section in bookstores on BPD and the idea that maybe the publication drives the diagnosis more than the other way around. 
 
 
kaylight1101
20 March 2008 @ 12:24 pm
Elizabeth Clare Prophet Audio Samples  
For some reason or another, I got interested in cults yesterday. It was after reading the news piece on the investigation of the Manson Family's old Barker ranch for more murder victims.

After that, I started thinking about Alcoholics Anonymous and then The Church Universal Triumphant which was headquartered not too far from Bozeman, MT, where I lived at the time.

It was the early 1990's and Elizabeth Clare Prophet, the leader of the CUT Church, was making a lot of local news as well as bigger news when she predicted a nuclear bomb would go off at some specific date in '93.

Most of her followers donated large sums of money (and ended up bankrupt in a lot of cases) to the building of these huge underground bomb shelters. When the bomb did not go off, she said it was because their prayers had averted the attack.

Many people left CUT after that and many wrote some pretty inflammatory letters to the Bozeman Chronicle. The Chronicle was always writing anti-CUT articles anyway.

One of the art rock bands in Bozeman called themselves The B.U.T band or Band Universal Triumphant for the fun of it.

By the late 1990's Elizabeth developed Alzheimer's and became totally inactive in her church. She is currently in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's and lives in Bozeman.

I was surprised to find out that CUT aka The Summit Lighthouse had been well established for many years and had moved many times around the country and is a relatively widely popular religion/cult in many other countries.

What is interesting about Elizabeth is that she suppposedly had a past life vision at age 5 and demanded that her parents find her a church. By age nine she settled on Christian Science partly because she believed it might heal her medical condition. She had absence siezures as a child that grew into tonic-clonic seizures as she got older.

I find that history a bit interesting after listening to some of the samples of her sermons I found online. A few different electronic music bands have sampled her.  These are so bizarre sounding that I think if I ever get into any kind of electronic music production (which I might), I would have to buy this CD,  "Sounds of American Doomsday Cults"

I like the line from the fist link, "Rock is the rhythm of death and hell and without that rhythm that death and hell cease to exist."

http://www.aquariusrecords.org/audio/doomsdaycultcall.m3u


http://www.aquariusrecords.org/audio/doomsdaycultrock.m3u
 
 
kaylight1101
04 March 2008 @ 11:06 pm
This quote popped into my head two days ago  
I looked it up to find it was Eleanor Roosevelt who said it:

“You must do the thing you think you cannot do”


For me, this means going beyond my concentric comfort zone and putting myself out there socially and artistically. That is the hardest thing for me to do at times, because this often means I will be doing this alone. Or so I think.

But when you step out of your comfort zone, you expand your world.

Eleanor also said this:

The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences.
 
 
kaylight1101
25 February 2008 @ 08:28 am
Someone who feels about astrology as I do anymore  
The more I wake up to old world delusions that persist into the 21st Century, the more I can't help but be amused. I used to wonder, how in the world could the ancients figure out all the ins and outs of astrology and exactly what it meant to be born in a certain place at a certain time when the planets were lined up a certain way.

I'm a Leo, but from what they describe, I'm not like that at all when it comes down to it. Always wondered about that.

I was laughing the other day when I was listening to a Doors CD where Jim Morrison is ribbing the crowd about astrology and his final conclusion is, "I think it's bullshit!"

Anyway, this guy really HATES astrology in a very humorous way. I especially like t he last line in finer print: "1,692,464 planets were aligned when this article was written, affecting precisely dick."
 
 
kaylight1101
06 February 2008 @ 08:59 pm
The Hours  
I watched "The Hours" today. What an amazing movie and book. This is by the same author who wrote the book that was made into a movie, "A Home At The End Of The World."

The writer, Michael Cunningham, is gay and so he creates characters who struggle with mixed results to live unconventional lifestyles or those closeted away from the norm.

 "The Hours" is now one of my favorite movies with Meryl Streep, Julianne Moore, and Nicole Kidman. Kidman won a best actress award for her performance as Virginia Woolf. I could hardly tell it was her due to the makeup job they did on her. She is so amazing.

The movie follows three characters in different times in history - 1940's, 1950's, and the year 2000 or so.

One of the characters is dying of AIDS and everyone else but his gay female freind, who is just trying to throw a party for him, is dying in some other unique way and either finding a way to bear it or not.

What really struck me most about the book/movie, was how the author dealt with time and the interplay between the characters separated by time. The central theme of the story has to do with the moments, the hours, and the days that make up a person's life and how precious and painful it is  to see them slipping away, to remember the good in them, or to not be able to bear them any longer.

I think another theme of the movie illustrates the importance of not hiding from life or one's self. No matter what. Even if it means taking a hard road less traveled.

The movie really piqued my interest again in Virginia Woolf, whom I studied in my English Literature classes.  She suffered greatly from manic depressive illness which took her life in 1944. 

I think Cunningham is brilliant and I am inspired by him as well. I'm sure his characters are people or aspects of people he has known in real life. I often think of the characters and situations in my own life that I would like to write about as a means of capturing my own moments before they slip through my fingers and out of my memory.

Mostly, I've been thinking about how the act of writing is immortalizing with an infinite amount of contexts, histories, and readerly perspectives. I understand why some writers live to write and write to live.
 
 
kaylight1101
03 February 2008 @ 01:22 pm
tactile/lucid dream  
I had a kind of  lucid and/or tactile dream last night.

I dreampt that someone gave me a hit of acid. At the same time, I was making and eating pot brownies. All of the sudden, the acid started to take effect and I realized I had eaten one too many brownies.  I went to try and throw them up as I knew I had gone over the edge and things would only get more out of control.  I started to hallucinate and things looked warped and out of character.

In another dream, I dreampt that a few people told me that when things go wrong, one should just keep walking for as long as possible. So I was trying to follow them but I was barefooted. I could feel the sidewalk hurting my feet. I tried to walk on the grass but it was full of other things that hurt my feet. I complained about this but they told me just keep walking.

So that is the first time I have ever felt pain in a dream. And that is the first time I have tripped in a dream. 
 
 
kaylight1101
01 February 2008 @ 01:40 pm
Today's thought  
This is the best thought I've had in a while:

As long as I am an artist, it is bearable to be a tormented one. When I am no longer acting as an artist, I'm just a tormented soul, which is both tragic and boring. 
 
 
kaylight1101
17 January 2008 @ 09:24 am
Rosicrucianism B.S.  
I can't believe I almost joined this "esoteric order." On the other hand, I am relieved that my inner skeptic was always present to question it. I certinaly was not going to join something that had anything to do with beliefs in aliens from outer space, telepathy, aura reading, etc. I didn't exactly care for the "rosy cross" symbol either.

Doug kept asking me if I had looked into yet or joined.  I told him I wanted  to see the first lesson that AMORC sent him. I never did get around to looking at it, but I knew I didn't need to.

Plus, I didn't exactly like that guru guy he was hanging out with and his crystal skull reproduction. When he wanted Doug to show me his alter room, I had to go in there with my hands on Doug's shoulders and walk in a certain circle pattern. I remember thinking that it seemed like something an obsessive compulsive would come up with. 

I feel embarassed that I ever thought I might believe in some of that - even if the "intent" was supposed to be real enough.

 Carl Sagan's book, "The Demon-Haunted World," strengthened that part of me that was still willing to suspend disbelief for a while. I am eternally grateful to him - for waking the other half of my brain up. Finally things have entrained.

 I still never got a sense of what Rosicrucianism was all about from the AMORC web wite that seemed couched in language as arcane as its mysteries.

This morning I found this guy's blog who actually went to AMORC.  He nails it rather well:

http://jazzding.com/blog/jazzblog/2006/01/
 
 
kaylight1101
12 January 2008 @ 10:04 am
What do they call these?  
email signatures?

I saw this at the end of someone's post somewhere on the Web. Hilarious. I think I am going to steal it.



If a robber tried to rob a dance club and yelled, "Everybody get down", would all the people start dancing?
Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?
What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
 
 
kaylight1101
12 January 2008 @ 09:21 am
A good line from "Death Of A Salesman"  
I want to remember this one:

Willie: "That's easy for you to say!"
Charley: "That's not easy for me to say."
 
 
kaylight1101
05 January 2008 @ 10:28 am
I think I found what I have been relating to lately  

the Dao of atheism :: the Shaman atheist

There is a new definition of atheism not found among the current orthodox: it is the non-experience of deity. It is not anti-theist, it is supportive of the natural quest for meaning in myth, symbol and practice, and challenges any construct that places itself in the position of worship or unquestioning obedience, whether it be called deity or law.

http://www.darkfiber.com/atheisms/shaman/sa00.html

I joined a Humanist group via meetup.com - It's becoming an interesting thing - being in my 40's and letting my mind blossom and explore what it means for me to be a human being who can think and relate lovingly to the world as I lose my faith in supernatural forces. I still have my own "godhead" inside of me - that still small voice - my interest in the journey of the psych through "myth, symbol, and practice." And there is still my desire to explore the epistemology of "the whole of being,"  just no deity and no shallow New Age remedies or old world illusions
 
 
 
 

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