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Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board / Re: The island
« Last post by lighter on Today at 05:13:59 PM »
Guests checked in yesterday.....5 of them.  They're set up with deep sea fishing at nearby marina, and scuba diving place on North side.

I forgot to rename WiFi network......they figured it out. At least it's up and working.

I haven't heard anything about the dogs and ,seven puppies.  Hope caretaker's keeping up with flea situation.

Lighter
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I despise being held hostage to emotionally distregulated people's outbursts/consistent whining or irrational yanking everyone's carts off the rails, just bc.  My face snarles up just thinking about it

And....I realize....I no longer care why they do it.  It gets a glance, and my mind's made up.  Nope. 

Sorry Hol is dealing with some version of "volatile" relationship, and presumably, hoping to figure it out, change it or, always my past favorite, heal it.

I really wanted her to enjoy being  peacefully busy with C.....a team. 

You didn't mention the itching, so hopefully it's about over.

If you're enjoying similar weather, it's balmy, moist and greening up where you are.  Can't wait to follow your garden journey.  The decorating interests me too!

Good luck to B on his drive and finishing old business.  Let me know if he needs a bonfire and cord cutting ceremony.  We'll set him up; )

Lighter


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I'm sorry too, Tupp.
I know my ideas often can come across as unsolicited advice, but I have great respect for you.

I may be senile, but remembered upbeat anecdotes about Son enjoying things, so I didn't realize he is so miserable now. That makes me sad for you both.

Your driving pain sounds awful, frustrating and limiting. I think I wasn't clear that you have to drive such distances, because I'd pictured your home as being just outside a village. Shows what I (don't) know. I fantasize a lot about where/how my friends live. And I need to remember that my deluded daydreams aren't facts. But unless I'm asked, I should keep my "solutions" ideas zipped unless asked.

I'll miss you tremendously if you stay gone and if you might return if I stop replying, I can read in supportive silence. Say the word.

If you need to stay gone, please know much love and hope goes with you.

hugs,
Hops
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It appears that the dosage change is definitely a more permanent solution to no stimulator than the oral Rx. B is doing really well and I won't worry (as much) about his long long drive south on Monday.

So, as is usual in life, I'm shifting the caretaking to Hol. She & C had a major blow-up a week or so ago. They've gone to their separate corners, but are still talking somewhat. What shows up clearly is C has some serious issues that make him even more volatile that Hol is. We've tried guessing what those issues are... but to no solid conclusions or even clues. He has to tell his story.

I'm not comfortable having that energy around here. And there's the aspect of ticking timebomb to watch for, more uneasiness. He has apologized, and I'd imagine pretty embarrassed. So, Hol is keeping a pretty cool head through all of this; trying to hold compassion; knows she didn't do anything wrong or to upset him. She's still hurt; but she's even handling that pretty well. I did sit with her the first day. Let her spew everything going thru her head without commenting (much). That's the kind of thoughts that - if she keeps them to herself - torment her into downward spirals, emotionally.

She did mention recently, that she's being drawn to writing again. (If she ever sits down!) She and her landscaping friend worked all last week, and will again this coming week. She has been remodelling a new space to become her sewing & leather studio. That work is about done... then the big move happens. Since S has moved (mostly) out, she's been trying to make more space in her small-ish house and make it more functional. I have the same thing to do downstairs, as the time when B is completely moved in is getting closer. I've started to crave some redecoration in the living room as well - but this does work for us, for now.

And B and I are getting ready to transition into the "other kind" of relationship we have - the text buddies. And I need to focus on my garden pretty soon; I've waiting long enough on the weather to stop being bi-polar. Doing my things, myself... and in my own time... not waiting for someone else to get his part done or accomodating HIS schedule. I'm not complaining, here. It's just a fact of life of living with another person. The plus side of that, far outweighs all the little "sacrifices" that require some patience.

No idea how the C saga is going to turn out. As long as she can adjust to a new situation, I can watch from afar. But she has shattered in the past, so I'm watchful.
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Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board / Re: Thread Deletion
« Last post by lighter on April 02, 2025, 11:47:19 AM »
 I'm so sorry, Tupp.  I'll not make excuses, only say I want more 3D connection and fellowship for you.

I know you're smart and resourceful.

Once a mom of 2 same age sons, as my girls, wanted the trade off playdates.  I kept her children and enjoyed being present with her autistic son.....guess he was about 18mo.   I learned not to put my face near his, bc he punched.    I learned he focused and made eye contact when I sang.  We did that and played and played ....4 kids.... playroom was a mess, but went it well. I was super happy with the arrangement. Kids were bathed and fed when other mother picked them up.  I'd call that entire day fun.

Come time for the other mother to watch my girls and it lasted an hour before she asked me to come get them....... they'd made a mess of her playroom, "it wasn't working out."  I'd watched her kiddos for 6 hours and was feeling great about working with her autistic son.....to painting and making up songs. His Grandmother was astonished at the connection silly singing made.  Seemed an ideal situation to me.

I hope you find 3-D connections with other like minded people soon, Tupp. 

I hurt you, I see that now.  It wasn't my intention.

Come back if it feels right.
Lighter

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Voicelessness and Emotional Survival Message Board / Thread Deletion
« Last post by Twoapenny on April 02, 2025, 06:55:52 AM »
I've just come back on to say I've deleted the previous thread.  I'm sorry to say I found the way in which a lengthy post I'd made was largely ignored apart from one throwaway remark at the end referring to rethinking our situation which led to two, unfortunately, quite patronising posts about getting lifts from people.

I am so tired of not being heard, and it's worse when it happens here, because this is supposed to be about Voicelessness.  I know that intentions were good, but would it really be so hard to stop and think for just a minute before posting.  I have explained my situation with my son over and over again.  I've explained repeatedly about the constant refusals for support for my son.  The notion that our situation would be perfectly workable if he could get a lift somewhere every now and again is a real insult to the complexities of his disability, to our situation as a whole and to my level of intelligence.  On what planet would I have sat here for the last three years and at no point thought to find out what's on offer locally?  I am so tired of the constant attitude I get everywhere.  My son's disabled, therefore I am too stupid to look up basic things and do some basic problem solving.  I am also tired of people assuming I make the decisions.  My son is miserable, there isn't enough to do, he hasn't met anyone he particularly wants to spend time with and he doesn't enjoy all the time we spend in the car, or seeing me struggling to drive when my back's bad or my hip's gone again.  He is a human with the same needs, wants and desires as any other man his age, in exactly the same way that I am only 52, yet for the last twenty years I've been forced to live like a nun with no social life, no paid employment, no relationships and no money for anything other than essential spends and the very occasional treat.  Why everyone I encounter thinks this is perfectly fine has always been a complete mystery to me.

I am very grateful for all the board has given me over the years but I won't be posting anymore.  It's simply too exhausting to have to keep dealing with these situations, where my response can only be either a rant, ignoring the comments or having to write yet another lengthy explanation about a situation that I didn't raise in the first place.

I'd suggest to anyone who wants a taste of my life to commit to a year with no contact with anyone you know.  Place yourself in complete isolation.  Get up at 5am every day and spend your entire day either driving, sitting in your car, or at home alone.  Pay yourself half of whatever your area's minimum wage is and live on that.  Nothing else.  Then remind yourself I've done this for 23 years now, and come back and tell me that not once in that 12 month period did you think to go online and see if there was any sort of viable alternative.
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Meh, it's the age old story of greed, the bravery of little guy "do-gooders," betrayal and redemption, this time focused on big pharma and a blue healing mushroom from Peru.

It's a roller coaster of emotions, hope, wonder, confusion, and outrage at the depth of selfish greed, to the detriment of humanity.

Lighter



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Nope, never seen it but recall someone talking about it long time ago.

What do you like about it?
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Is anyone else watching this series? 

It's been green lit for a second season, and I'm very glad.

Lighter
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Oh, Tupp.....half of me wants more electric shocks and pain, as proof the needles are exacting the best possible healing benefits.

My other half digs fingernails into armrests, and dreads the pain.....really frightened of the shocks.

After the needles are in, I feel pretty brave and conflicted.  I rarely go to my happy tomato garden.... usually bc Sam Sam the needle man is taking pulses in both wrists and asking questions, giving information, expressing concerns, etc.

It's raining, finally, but very gently.  A little here.  A little there.  The moss was desperate for it.

There's no smoke in the wind, now that I think of it.....no scent or sight of it.

I hope you have moments of joy, peace, and rest today. 

Lighter



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