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Wednesday 24 October 2012

Confession

Been bad with taking my meds...
Been either sleeping too much or not enough
Been moody, mostly sad

But I'm still here
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Tuesday 16 October 2012

Politics

Some quick thoughts...

In America - I am pro-Obama!!!

Here in Canada, I tend to vote NDP (though I like some of the Green Party ideas)
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Tuesday 9 October 2012

Getting some things done

Well yesterday was Thanksgiving so we were out most of the day.

Today I got my plate sticker renewed, went to the bank, ran an errand with a friend and took my son to Walmart.

I think that is the most I've done in one day since August.

Took most of the weekend to just be low key. No phone calls. No stressers. Just me, MOH and our girl.

The older two weren't home so it really was quiet.

We needed it


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Friday 5 October 2012

Bullying never seems to change

My son is having a rough week.

He is in the only English class for his grade (the rest are french immersion) so he's had most of the same classmates since senior kindergarten.

This means being stuck with the same bullies as well as the same friends (barring moves).

Well some of his sometimes friends (according to him) took things further than not playing with him or trying to get him in trouble.

This week they called him "Spaz" and said he was "stalking" them because they take the same path home (one of them lives in the same complex we do)

He said a few of the kids call him "Spaz" - I told him it wasn't right that the kids were calling him names.

And it made me remember when kids would tease me. I was teased from K - 12. Lots of names, for what ppl claimed were lots of legitimate reasons. And "spaz attack" was one of the insults hurled at me.

So I can relate.

Today he came home a little late and said he'd been cornered by two of the boys.

One tried to hit my son with his scooter and then tried to punch him.

Hit his backpack instead. Nonetheless, my son came home, shaken and crying.

He doesn't want me to talk to anyone at the school, he doesn't want us to pick him up or meet him after school.

What does a parent do?


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Tuesday 2 October 2012

I'm so tired of feeling this way

I'm still here.

Tears running down my cheeks.
Silently.
I feel so fucking tired. Yet I am sleeping way more the past while than I should.

Why is it always the extremes? Way too little sleep to way too much??

I keep thinking about respite but I worry about how things would go without me around here.

I keep going back and forth on whether or not I should be talking to somebody about those thoughts in my head...

I mean it's suicidal ideation. It's not making plans and I'm not walking around outside alone so I'm not at risk for the impulse control.

But then I come across blogs or tweets or links or whatever where other people think this stuff is more serious or give it more credence than I do.

Perhaps because I can remember dealing with this in high school and even in grade school.

So many years later and I'm still here.

I just don't know what I should be doing.


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Monday 1 October 2012

Stayed in Saturday night

Which probably worked out well as a friend called in very rough mental shape.

So I was on the phone for some time talking my friend through their mental crisis and determining whether or not they needed to go to the hospital for their own safety.

It turned out fine in the end.

I'm glad I was here to help as my friend's other half wasn't a good support person.


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