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I worked hard to be here. To be in a place where I could sit up straight and look down. And see the roots. To behold the extent of their depth in a seemingly bottomless toxic miasma. To notice how much poison is buried there. And to not lose posture. To keep my back straight. Knowing I am vaccinated against most of what is buried there. But there is still a lot of work to be done. It’s interesting from a sociological perspective, really. I was raised in a household in which my polite and sensitive father, a devoted 1968 Summer of Love hippie, was a perfect counterpart to my strict, religious fundamentalist teenage mother. Childhood years, spent in poverty, simplicity, and isolation in the Deep South, were an exercise in bliss. Embraced by the evening amber glow of an endless pine forest, my sister and I played imaginary games under the arms of ancient oaks, catching lizards and making daisy chains of clovers and azalea petals as we waited excitedly for dad’s sputtering Volkswagen to pull across the dirt driveway. Wafts of mom’s stovetop delights serenading us through the open windows. And a field across the street, and the future, that seemed to go on forever. So harmonious it was, in fact, that the concept of the sudden divorce was literally beyond comprehension. I was 10, and mom had gone to nursing school and acquired her own residence in a big city under the promise that it was not forever, and that nothing was wrong. But the truth was, the delightful understanding of “family” was going to be slowly, torturously revealed. As deceased. The seeds of unconscionable nightmares were planted and watered, and a lush and prosperous garden of abuse, neglect, depression, self-injury, and corruption soon flourished without borders or management for the next eight years, and on the day I turned 18 my mother fled the region to devote the rest of her life to a manipulative drug abuser, never to be recognized again. With a commitment to end it, and the unwillingness to burden my kind father with his son’s demise, I discarded my belongings (and hair) and left home at age 27 and, for the first time as an act of parting desperation, I allowed myself all the sins I had been warned against with eternal demonic retribution, and in doing so found my first girlfriend - and numerous new reasons to stay alive. With her support, I sought out therapy. It helped. The garden of poisons was stricken down. But its venom was still there, pulsing underfoot even as it decayed. Travels, adventures, and a second girlfriend later, and I thought I had unearthed the secret to happiness, the font of adult domestic equilibrium and the recipe for a permanently satisfied soul. A happy marriage. Her two children, one of them severely disabled, returned to me a reminder of that elusive essence - that concept of warmth in winter, of flower necklaces and endless fields and an embrace of mighty trees. The smile of a child’s innocence as she pursued skittering reptiles, and the teasing breeze of a summer meal. I was home again. So harmonious it was, in fact, that the concept of the sudden divorce was, once again, beyond comprehension. I know. I should have been prepared. But I wasn’t. I was 39, and the wife simply marched in while I was on my side in the throes of a freshly mobilizing kidney stone and, with a backdrop of Thanksgiving leaves coloring my world with beautiful doom, simply said, “You can’t stay here anymore.” The manipulative drug-trafficking schizophrenic scheduled to replace me was apparently already on his way. As I began to mourn my standing as the world’s sole remaining resident in a theoretical Summer of Love, COVID cheered its way into my reality, saving the day. Gleefully, I wasn’t sick. But finding myself isolated in the very house in which I had grown up, without money or a job, with nowhere left to go and no one left to turn to during lockdown, I had no choice but to turn inward. So I embraced the pain. I decided to take all I had learned and experienced during my travels and help myself. I found a counselor. I found support groups. I got medication. I breathed deeply and slowly, and I went for regular walks on the edge of the tiny quiet town. I wrote daily and amply. I spoke affirmations to myself, Stuart Smalley-style, in front of mirrors. I discovered lizards and azaleas, and I listened to the wind in the oaks. Eventually a job found me. A good one. And the crumbling house now under my care became its own home, my space and my responsibility, an empty plot in which to plant seeds of my choosing. No more codependency. No more self-sacrifice in search of validation and acceptance. Just me and the silence and what I can make of it all. This is what it means to recover, I said. That’s when my mother’s ancient memoir appeared, in a taped-up box in a corner closet, untouched for 40 years. Written between my ages of 3-4, it revealed something extraordinary. Wounded deeply as a child herself, she had struggled her whole life to have control over her suffering. As part of this, she had meticulously planned my conception, my birth, and my upbringing - only she had planned it for a second, perfect daughter. My appearance as a boy (I am referred to as “the male”) was such an unexpected and undesired interruption of her plans that it had seemingly set in motion everything that I came to know as both wonderful and hideous about my entire life. She had been traumatized at a young age by injured, unloving parents, and like them she had rejected proper treatment in favor of religious piety. And while a discovery like that might have destroyed someone else, alone in the dark on the cusp of winter, mere feet from the very mattress on which countless hours had long ago been spent upside-down and choking on tears, do you know what I did? With a knee-aching, sore-back, old-man groan I rose to my feet. And I danced. And I sang. And in the darkness I cried with joy like an innocent child. Not only because I had dislodged the root, but because it had not dislodged me. I now KNEW there was never anything wrong with me, that it wasn’t my fault, that my very existence held the power to influence worlds and shape endless futures, and that I had built something out of myself that was strong enough to keep its posture in a current of infected, loveless souls. And in doing so find self-validation. No, I said. THIS is what it means to recover. But the remnants are still below the surface. There is always work to be done. So thank you for doing it. And thank you for reading.
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Plugged the holes in the roof fascia, which I had been avoiding for 5 months. Turned out it was kinda fun.
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TA's "What's On Your Mind Right Now?" Thread, Part 4
Tymothi replied to Natasha1's topic in The DF Water Cooler
I like it when it rains. But it's not so nice when it only rains just enough for the humidity to skyrocket. I took a nap and it apparently rained while I was asleep, because when I got up there was steam everywhere. Also, the buffalo gnats are back. -
Rattler6's 'What did you drink last?' Thread Part 2
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Root beer -
Lindsay's "3 Words Of The Moment" Thread, Part 3
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Time For Rest -
ejc's "What are you watching right now?" Thread, Part 3
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The stump of a once mighty pecan tree in my front yard as it slowly crumbles and disintegrates into quiet grasses and memory. -
20yearsandcounting's What Are You Listening To? Thread #5
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James Newton Howard - Batman Begins -
Frozen grapes! Sprinkle some sugar on them and they're wonderful! I'm trying not to eat anything right now. I want my pants to fit.
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ejc's "What are you watching right now?" Thread, Part 3
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Midway remake -
I was never tempted by drugs when I was an adolescent or young adult, and since then I have wondered what was so wrong with me, that I didn't seek it out like everybody else. As I was riding my bike yesterday, I had a revelation that answered the question for the first time. As an adolescent and young adult, I was always getting exercise. The endorphins were regular, predictable, 100% legal, and easily attainable. There was nothing else to seek out.
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Some good things about COVID: - People with a sense of community get to exercise it - People with a sense of compassion get to show it - People with a sense of duty get to use it - Chance to develop art skills - Chance to deepen garden skills - Chance to practice cooking skills - More opportunities to sleep in - Scientists can hear things in the planet they've never heard before - Humans are humbled before nature as guests, not creators - Sweden generates even more curiosity - Science fiction and fantasy are about to be really popular again - Less meat consumed - Fewer human babies created - I can walk into the gas station and stand back from people and suddenly it's okay - I can walk into the gas station wearing a bandit mask and suddenly it's okay - Fewer mass shootings of children in academic settings for a couple semesters - Assassination of an Iranian general by Western terrorist warlords drops off the front page - Girls on dating apps get slightly more desperate - You forgot how fun it is to play in the rain, didn't you? - Doom Eternal (the game, at least)
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ejc's "What are you watching right now?" Thread, Part 3
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Playthroughs of video games I never could beat when I was little. -
20yearsandcounting's What Are You Listening To? Thread #5
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Apache ~ Ventures -
Pop Tarts
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Lindsay's "3 Words Of The Moment" Thread, Part 3
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Writing A Story