Backwards to a Foreword

I started these writings with the intent of making mostly comedic style social observations. But opinions are like arseholes- everyone's got one- and as if often the way- the original intent is not what has eventuated, as the darker side of my mind has been very much in control lately.

All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.

They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Family and communication

Family and communication are things which often logically go together for a lot of people. I'm not one of them, unless you're using the word communication with the prefix "mis".
I am not the only member of my gene pool with significant issues, and this combination creates the appropriate atmosphere for some ripper fights. The last huge fight I had sent me into avoidance mode, and I have now had close to no communication whatsoever with my youngest older half sister*, "R", for almost 2 years. There's no point in rehashing the who said what hurtful events , as its the where to now that is important.
* I have 5 half-sisters, all of whom are older than me, and R is the youngest of those 5, and is 9 years my senior.

R has borderline personality disorder, which is a not very well understood or widely known condition. Wikipedia at 8 Nov 2011 states it to be:
Borderline personality disorder (BPD) is a personality disorder described as a prolonged disturbance of personality function in a person (generally over the age of eighteen years, although it is also found in adolescents), characterized by depth and variability of moods.[n 1] The disorder typically involves unusual levels of instability in mood; black and white thinking, or splitting; the disorder often manifests itself in idealization and devaluation episodes, as well as chaotic and unstable interpersonal relationships, self-image, identity, and behavior; as well as a disturbance in the individual's sense of self. In extreme cases, this disturbance in the sense of self can lead to periods of dissociation.[1]
BPD splitting includes a switch between idealizing and demonizing others. This, combined with mood disturbances, can undermine relationships with family, friends, and co-workers. BPD disturbances also may include self-harm.[2] Without treatment, symptoms may worsen, leading (in extreme cases) to suicide attempts.[n 2]

BPD is often characterized by multiple low-lethality suicide attempts triggered by seemingly minor incidents, and less commonly by high-lethality attempts that are attributed to impulsiveness or comorbid clinical depression, with interpersonal stressors appearing to be particularly common triggers.[24] Ongoing family interactions and associated vulnerabilities can lead to self-destructive behavior.[18


The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders fourth edition, DSM IV-TR, a widely used manual for diagnosing mental disorders, defines borderline personality disorder (in Axis II Cluster B) as:[1][13]
A pervasive pattern of instability of interpersonal relationships, self-image and affects, as well as marked impulsivity, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by five (or more) of the following:
  1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment. Note: Do not include suicidal or self-injuring behavior covered in Criterion 5
  2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.
  3. Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.
  4. Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., promiscuous sex, eating disorders, binge eating, substance abuse, reckless driving). Note: Do not include suicidal or self-injuring behavior covered in Criterion 5
  5. Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, threats or self-injuring behavior such as cutting, interfering with the healing of scars (excoriation) or picking at oneself.
  6. Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood (e.g., intense episodic dysphoria, irritability or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days).
  7. Chronic feelings of emptiness
  8. Inappropriate anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights).
  9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation, delusions or severe dissociative symptoms
I know that Wikipedia, by the nature of its methodology, is not always entirely accurate, but given that this disease is also somewhat unknown, and the knowledge of it is evolving, it seems to be a relevant reference. In my experience, what is listed is true, and would match what I have seen and experienced of R.

An example of how this manifests itself into your life- One period of time involved daily phone calls to me at 2, 3 or 4am, which were either incredibly tearful or sometimes manically happy. When I finally asked for the phone calls to be not between the hours of midnight and 6am on Sun- Thurs (work) nights, the next phone call I received was about a week later. It was from the hospital- R had cut her wrists. Subsequent discussions were around how she felt abandoned and alone.

I am not suggesting it was her intention to be manipulative and make me feel bad, but feel incredibly crap I did.

The culmination of the last fight was that R said to me "well fuck you cunt", and that triggered in me a reciprocal fuck you response, as I felt I had been going over and above what anyone could reasonably expect to be helpful (remember- this is my version of events. I acknowledge that her lived experience may have been different. Some of what was said and done is, however, recorded in a series of text messages).

At first I thought screw her, after 20 or so years of this, I've had enough. If she ever wants a relationship with me, she'd better do some serious grovelling.

Then I went into the acceptance, and realised that her condition would probably prevent her from ever doing that, and that the initial reaction/ incident was fairly inconsequential.


But then I got stuck.

What I knew was that I felt incredibly stressed out any time I thought of contacting her. Afraid that my whole life could descend back into chaos, and that if we had another falling out, I would feel responsible for any possible suicide attempts/ self harm/ jailings (R getting into violent bar fights is not unknown)/ institutionalisations.

What if she ever succeeded? I would certainly feel at least in part responsible for whatever happened. Some people have said "oh no- that wouldnt be your fault at all". Ok, I understand you think that- but YOU try living with it.

The longer time goes on though, I feel incredible amounts of guilty weighing heavily, as I have cut off a member of my family, and someone who is in need.

I still cant decide what to do, as it's a no win situation, with either side leaving me brimming with anxiety, angst, guilt and sadness.

Monday, 7 November 2011

Moral Dilemma!

My friend just posted pictures online of his wedding. In one picture in particular, his wife's nipples and areola are clearly visible through her wedding dress- argh!

To be an arse- it was really awkward to be confronted with them unexpectedly! And as a friend- should I tell him? (I've never met her). They're online now, so once its on the net- that's forever, so would that just create a nasty feeling? Besides- the bystander effect is in full swing- I havent seen him in years, and I'm guessing at least 100 people would have seen the pics by now, so why should I share this highly personal, sensitive information with him *shirks responsibility*.

Maybe they knew and didnt care? Would that make me a humungous prude to be embarrassed for them if they didnt care?

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Things that shit me #8- Arrogance (part one)

I range in reactions from moderately bemused at for example the fat chick squeezed into a tiny dress, or the Shane Warne's of this world who have the general "I'm awesome" attitude while the rest of the world is thinking "you're a douchebag", to disgusted or enraged by, for example, a racist bogan who will tell an (Autralian born) Asian cop to "fuck off back where he came from". Right, so that would be here.. for about as many generations as you.

What it appears to boil down to is a complete lack of self-awareness. From the simple situation of one who may not own a mirror and hey- that dress looked awesome on Miranda Kerr in that magazine, never mind that you're a size 16, to the other end of the scale where surely these people must either be trying to offend, or are suffering from a chronic rectal-cranial inversion.

I've even offered on occassion to assist them in removing their head from their arse, but it's not generally met with much welcoming enthusiasm.

"Oh and I suppose you're perfect then"- the usual retort. Nope- I'll be the first to admit I have MANY flaws, faults and shortcomings, as is the topic of well, most of my blog, and again- as evidenced by this being published publically on the internet for the world to see, I don't hide it.

Call it mentally streaking through the internet if you will- Some bits will jiggle and not look pretty, but that's how it is. (on that note, just as an aside- no one looks "good" streaking, but bouncy bits are funny.)

So would it be too much to ask that people once in a while go hmm.. I'm not perfect either actually... perhaps next time I feel like being a stupid arse, I will wait 3 seconds and think if its worth it.

OOh yeah- this is so turning into a part one... coming soon: Things that shit me #8 Arrogance, subcategories-
8a) racists
8b) wanky guys who think they're really hot and you should be honoured to be sleazed onto by them
8c) road hogs/ ppl who cut you off and overtake to get 2 metres ahead.

Friday, 4 November 2011

Skyline FAIL!

This morning I was waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting in a line of rush hour traffic to turn onto a main road.

Thing was- I was waiting...waiting... waiting for one car which couldn't seem to find the accelerator for any of the substantial breaks in traffic which appeared and would have been sufficient enough for Lola, my '97 Corolla, to wriggle her gutless lil butt into. The vehicle in question unable to make this move, however, was a Nissan Skyline.

As the seconds inflated out of all proportion in my frustrated mind, I noted the Skyline:
- was pink
- had teddy bears and other stuffed zoological paraphernalia in the rear window
- had a early 20's blonde ponytailed driver (although as a late 20s ponytailed blonde driver myself I'm not sure my commentary adds validity to this point)

and in this time, I was just wishing I had some spare letters and a chisel in my pocket to pop out and change the label on the vehicle from Skyline to Pantyliner.

That is all.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Negs

Negs



I once met a little red haired bloke who nuded up in a public pool (much to the disgust of all around him, and no- it wasn't that cold, and if you felt the need to justify it we know you've heard it before and yes- it's small) and later shared with a friend a process he called giving "negs".
In short, this meant saying something negative to a female he was attempting too woo, to subtley undermine their self confidence, and I can only assume bring them down closer to his level- lurking in the gutter with the other fetid sludge-like organisms.

An example of a neg- "You could be really attractive if you lost weight".

On the surface- a compliment "you're really attractive", but read a little further into it, and you see the reality- "you're fat and unattractive". Being delivered in a calm manner, it has a very passive effect- where people wonder if they heard it right, and hesitate to active the automatic reaction of "fuck off you total arsehat", as that's not the socially acceptable way to react to a compliment, because that's what he intended, right?

This type of behaviour should be dispelled ideally with a swift kick to the nuts, but what happens if the negs are internal? If your own brain reacts to every bit of information you get, shreds anything good and turns it into a neg.

An example this week- I received the following email:
"Seeing as you two [ + Ms Tammy of A Lesson in Letters] are now the queens of blogging (with some awesome stuff – very impressed!), I thought you might appreciate this, if you’re not familiar with it already: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/
She’s awesomeJ

My brain says:
Ah yes, Ms Tammy and her writing is awesome, I guess [the writer] felt obliged to include me in there too.
...after checking out Hyperbole and a Half...
[The writer] must have sent me this new blog because she knows I'm a crazy depressive nutbag. I can never live up to the writings of this other crazy depressive nutbag because I can't accompany it with cutesy pie lil cartoons. Jealous. Inadequate. More depressed. *slump*

Identifying it is one thing. Changing it is a whole other self-defeating spiral of difficulty.
 
PS- Okay I posted, panicked, and am amending this due to guilt, which only demonstrates this self-neg effect even more.
 
The reaction was- Oh shit, if [the emailer] thinks I'm pissed coz she sent it I'll feel guilty, because that wasn't my intention, and I know that wasn't what she would have intended when sending it.
 
I recognise that if nothing else, I am not nice to be around and completely understand why I am frequently avoided. I don't expect anyone to understand any of this- I don't. I drive me nuts, so I imagine it would be entirely off the planet and frustrating to deal with or try to comprehend for those who haven't lived it for 29.95 years! 

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

42- #1

The Answer to the Great Question...Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is...Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.- Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams.

What is the meaning of life?
A few options:
*Hedonism- the pursuit of pleasure and enjoyment. Happiness. A bit shallow and selfish, but one many live by.
*Religion- we are here because [insert deity here] put us here/ created us. Basic,  somewhat overly simple, and falls apart as soon as you ask "why?".
*Procreation- to breed. Go forth and multiply. Spread the human plague further.

So if you neither enjoy your existence, ascribe to a theism or breed (due to intent or otherwise). Is your life meaningless?

At what point do you decide it isn't worth it?

If you contribute nothing to the world beyond a few carbon emissions and tax dollars, would it benefit the world more if you ceased to be? The world's population reached 7 million this week- it would be mighty arrogant and small minded to think that the existence of one was in any way significant.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

An aside to the dark side- Hate self

I learnt the phrase "hate self" from a slightly neurotic co-worker, who would say it several times a day for any reason from a computer freezing to an actual difficult situation. I never really knew if she genuinely meant it, but it stuck with me as a very apt, succinct synopsis for my own being.

Hate- I loathe, detest, am disgusted with, ashamed of, resent, fear,
and believe:
Self- I, me, myself, everything that I am, my being, personality(s)
is not worthy of existence, being, breathing, consuming resources or inflicting others with my presence.

I frequently want to remove myself from existence, but have neither the guts, fortitude or character to go through with it. A fact which makes it all the more bitter and ironic- I loathe that I am too inept to even resolve this, of all problems.