tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post8878809997086822306..comments2023-10-25T07:20:23.858-07:00Comments on Vicarious Therapy: Hope Does Not Stick Like GlueAquahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16230285017033299419noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-40087730135383539102008-09-24T09:23:00.000-07:002008-09-24T09:23:00.000-07:00Hi Tamara,I find it really difficult to understand...Hi Tamara,<BR/>I find it really difficult to understand how I can be up and seemingly "social"....even bubbly and seemingly happy one moment and suddenly crash a day, or even within the day, later. So I imagine people who don't have this illness, or any mental illness must see me as "normal" and wonder why I'm being so lazy.<BR/><BR/>If I don't get it after all these years how are "outsiders" going to get it. I like your idea of different rooms and it made sense. I may try visualizing things that way. Thanks.<BR/>...aquaAquahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16230285017033299419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-28249699835535568712008-09-23T13:20:00.000-07:002008-09-23T13:20:00.000-07:00(((Aqua)))Sometimes I wished I had an obvious hand...(((Aqua)))<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I wished I had an obvious handicap instead of just a mess inside my head. It is like if people don't see you looking seriously ill or incapacitated then they don't try to understand how difficult your illness is to live with. I am very sorry for your uncle's comment. I would ask if maybe it was just the standard "goodbye, don't work too hard". However, you seem sure that he had hidden meaning behind it and you should know. So, I am really sorry.<BR/><BR/>As for the mood fluctuation. Boy, have I been there. My T used to describe it like rooms in my mind. There was the "happy room" and the "sad room" and when I was in one room it was like the other didn't exist. Especially, as you say, when I was in the sad room, there wasn't even a door so it seemed there was no escaping. She really worked with me on looking for a "hidden door or window", a crack of light somewhere so that I could remind myself that there was another room. <BR/><BR/>I don't know if any of that makes sense but after years of her telling me over and over that I was stuck in the "sad" room again. I finally was able to remind myself, there is another room. And, then I would try to look for a way out of the sad room.<BR/><BR/>Wow, this is hard to explain in writing! LOL<BR/><BR/>Anyway, even if none of that made sense, I do know what you are feeling, I have been there many times!<BR/><BR/>Sending you lots of hugs,<BR/>TamaraTamara (TC) Stapleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00633350990983632539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-29263087773442506892008-09-23T12:46:00.000-07:002008-09-23T12:46:00.000-07:00HBW: Thank you soooo much. I don't know why my un...HBW: Thank you soooo much. I don't know why my uncle was like that. he looks and sounds exactly like my Dad, but I always thought he was a kinder person. He knew what he was saying, and meant to say it too. That's what hurts so much. I appreciate the support. How is your painting coming along? I love your work.<BR/>...aquaAquahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16230285017033299419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14391563.post-66321755421960045482008-09-22T15:32:00.000-07:002008-09-22T15:32:00.000-07:00Ohhhh sweetie. That's terrible what was said to yo...Ohhhh sweetie. That's terrible what was said to you about "working hard." I get a lot of that ignorance too. And just because we know such accusations of being "lazy" and a "loser" are false doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt--and deep. <BR/><BR/>I think it is so hard to get people to understand what we go through because our pain and disability is inside where people can't usually see it. And unless people want to see us rage and cry every day then they don't see us in our moments of sickness. So they assume everything is o.k. It's a catch 22.<BR/><BR/>I wish that I could give you a big hug and we could maybe do a "paint jam session" together to do something abstract and free-flowing to get our emotions and frustrations out. <BR/><BR/>Well know that I'm thinking about you and holding you in my thoughts. You hang in their kiddo and I'll do the same. You aren't a loser to me. :) HUGS!!!Handsome B. Wonderfulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11524517496880481239noreply@blogger.com