I see and hear people going to specialists, and expect this or that treatment to work for them. Sometimes, or often, it does...
I find that C-PTSD is an inside job, and we, the suffers are the only ones who really and fully know what is going on.
Initially there is a lot!
A week ago i was performing as a poet- and singing archipelago, as I call it. The time I spent in Fiji paid off- and i have actually learned the tenor part, by rote.
I warmed up by whistling the scales, and doh re me from the Sound of Music.
My dream is to be like that old blues player in the deeeeep south, playing for knuckles outside of a bar. [Nickels, that should be .]
In my dusty old town- if boys especially tried to sing, or to do anything different- knuckles it was.
I often talked about picking my teeth up off the floor in a bar. Never actually happened but I was always scared shitless that it would!
Things seem to be working out for me okay...
I had a glitch over the last 6 or eight weeks... seems to have sorted itself out... speed wobbles I might call it...
...working away from home next week. Painting and re-roofing a garage over on the coast.
our two ewes are due to lamb at the end of next month... ...I chose them to lamb in summer because it can get cold and wet over there... and I cannot be there when they lamb.
I trained the tenant to rotate the grazing with them- which is a start...
...these days I do not need to ramble gracelessly at a meeting- because there is always tomorrow, and the next day...
and the next... ...
went to a tangi on Monday. On Ao-NZ a tangi is a funeral... it was bitter sweet- sad yet funny... a good way to go-but far far too soon. The whanau ohana were originally from the far north. I knew their song, their waiata and stood up and sang with them, which was healing.
If I play my card right- I might still have a promising career.
Have an alcoholic family, is not a promising start to any life. It is terrible, horrible...
my nephew's ex.is out of rehab. Welfare cannot tell me is she accepted the treatment. I have not asked her.
Texting contact is cheap... ...but can be effective.
I asked her to keep in touch with me. I offered her recovery support.
She wants to get her kids back- her motive.
I think she has a 50-50 chance...
lovely day cracking up here today... :)
-thanks for the chance to share-
ka kite [see ya!]
-me-
-- Edited by DavidG on Tuesday 24th of November 2020 04:52:32 PM
PosiesandPuppies said
Nov 24, 2020
Lovely thought-stream, David!
May I ask how your greeting is pronounced?
Thank you!
DavidG said
Nov 24, 2020
Kee-ah or-rah... ko- toe...
mamalioness said
Nov 24, 2020
Hey David, I like reading your stuff..you speak from the heart and yea, C_PTSD IS an inside job......I have so much trouble connecting with my authentic self so many times, bad, lately, but I must keep trying, if only I can focus on me for 3 minutes, ONE minute w/out my racing mind going off......you take care
my therapy seems to be working...!
I see and hear people going to specialists, and expect this or that treatment to work for them. Sometimes, or often, it does...
I find that C-PTSD is an inside job, and we, the suffers are the only ones who really and fully know what is going on.
Initially there is a lot!
A week ago i was performing as a poet- and singing archipelago, as I call it. The time I spent in Fiji paid off- and i have actually learned the tenor part, by rote.
I warmed up by whistling the scales, and doh re me from the Sound of Music.
My dream is to be like that old blues player in the deeeeep south, playing for knuckles outside of a bar. [Nickels, that should be
.]
In my dusty old town- if boys especially tried to sing, or to do anything different- knuckles it was.
I often talked about picking my teeth up off the floor in a bar. Never actually happened but I was always scared shitless that it would!
Things seem to be working out for me okay...
I had a glitch over the last 6 or eight weeks... seems to have sorted itself out... speed wobbles I might call it...
...working away from home next week. Painting and re-roofing a garage over on the coast.
our two ewes are due to lamb at the end of next month... ...I chose them to lamb in summer because it can get cold and wet over there... and I cannot be there when they lamb.
I trained the tenant to rotate the grazing with them- which is a start...
...these days I do not need to ramble gracelessly at a meeting- because there is always tomorrow, and the next day...
and the next...
...
went to a tangi on Monday. On Ao-NZ a tangi is a funeral... it was bitter sweet- sad yet funny... a good way to go-but far far too soon. The whanau ohana were originally from the far north. I knew their song, their waiata and stood up and sang with them, which was healing.
If I play my card right- I might still have a promising career.
Have an alcoholic family, is not a promising start to any life. It is terrible, horrible...
my nephew's ex.is out of rehab. Welfare cannot tell me is she accepted the treatment. I have not asked her.
Texting contact is cheap... ...but can be effective.
I asked her to keep in touch with me. I offered her recovery support.
She wants to get her kids back- her motive.
I think she has a 50-50 chance...
lovely day cracking up here today... :)
-thanks for the chance to share-
ka kite [see ya!]
-me-
-- Edited by DavidG on Tuesday 24th of November 2020 04:52:32 PM
May I ask how your greeting is pronounced?
Thank you!
Kee-ah or-rah... ko- toe...