Check out this blog post, especially the second half. Go ahead, I'll wait. Ok, I know it is from an atheist website that proselytizes against religion with the same small minded zealotry of the very evangelicals it purports to be smarter than, but the author is spot on in his assertion that those suffering from mental illness are "separated from reality" who often need the help of friends and family in order to recognize they are ill. Can I take a sec to thank Z yet again for convincing me I needed help years ago?
My separation from reality is often in the form of paranoia that is occurs when I've done nothing wrong, yet my crazy convinces me that everyone sees a monster when they look at me. I was not even in the room when T got his black eye. Not only did I believe that the entire faculty and staff of his school thought that I'd given it to him, I felt guilty about it. WHEN I ACTUALLY KNEW I DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT! It is exhausting and confusing and frightening to carry guilt for actions I know I haven't taken.
Currently there is a bigger issue that is making me more vulnerable to the paranoia. In May I wrote about being worried about the return of my period. It finally came back in August and boy-o was I right to be concerned. Listen, I feel ridiculous writing this. I've had my period for almost 25 years, clearly it shouldn't be a big deal. But the terror I feel when I bleed now is suffocating. It is a textbook trigger, it brings me right back to hemorrhaging. I feel so helpless. I can't spend 5 days a month as a complete basket case. I can't be running to the bathroom every few minutes to check that blood isn't pouring out of me, especially because I know that blood isn't pouring out of me, I do know it, I swear. Evidently knowing it doesn't prevent me from needing to check to be triple sure.
This last period was awful, and not just for me. Z suffers when I'm in bad shape, and I'm sure the boys know on some level. Rather than enjoying the blood free two and a half weeks in front of me, I'm already stressing out about the next one. What has really crystalized for me is that another pregnancy would not be a good idea. My track record blows; T = huge clots that were dismissed by my former doc as not a big deal which were actually the warning sign that I had retained some placenta that led to a D&C 5 days postpartum. Incomplete miscarriage of twins = eventual D&C to remove "products of conception" that didn't seem to feel like passing on their own, plus ER visit due to clots because not all "products of conception" successfully removed, followed by nearly two months of blood tests as we waited for those "products" to finally pass. C = hemorrhage of more than a liter of blood six hours postpartum. My body does not like to let go of the contents of its uterus. Why the hell would we risk it again? That said, if I accidentally get knocked up I'd super appreciate it if you guys could say stuff like, "Oh Karen, I'm sure your uterus is going to cooperate this time!" Thanks, friends.
This is the face of a crazy person who is afraid of her period. Not quite sure what to do about that.
Ready for some awesome news? My professor told me he and I should leave after the seminar portion of class next week in order to trick or treat with our kids. So I get to be on my "I'm totally responsible about not cutting class" high horse and still spend Halloween with Luke Skywalker and Yoda.
Our front stoop is ready for trick or treaters.
It was in the 70s today and T took advantage by doing some bike riding in the leaves.
Evidently Z and T have been doing this for ages. They are both nuts.
My sweet baby.
***Also, I cleaned up my "Stuff I Follow" list. If you haven't posted in forever I went ahead and removed your link. I'm still subscribed in my RSS feed and if you start posting again I promise to put you back! I just thought it was weird to have links to blogs that weren't being updated anymore. Hope I didn't hurt any feelings! If you want your blog back on the list even if you aren't posting email me and I'll do it.