The Couch 115: Corduroy Pillows Are Making Headlines!

Right-o Jean-Luc. Engage!

Is it too nerdy to be hooked on a byzantium history podcast?

Another possibility is that your soul is weighed down by should.

Sounds like you have it all under control.

'Tis better to speak ones mind and feel guilty than not to speak at all.

Not at all.

What do they know, anyway. I'll camp with you

I like that!! Thank you for saying that!!

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No, not as a general rule. It can lead to the "But I was just being honest...." kind of thinking, which is at the root of a lot of bullying. Or to put it another way: It is not always the listener's fault if they are hurt by what is being said to them.

That's irrelevant to what precaryous was describing of course - she's defending herself from bullying and protecting her boundaries in what seems like a healthy way to me - but as you know I find it hard not to pick generalisations apart

Got sent home by my teacher because I'm not doing well. Now waiting for my sister to come pick me up.

Hope you feel better soon, Breadfish.

I just got the you-know-what scared out of me. Wandered into the kitchen for a drink at 4:30 am , saw someone on my front porch apparently looking into the window on my front door. I jumped back into the darkness of the hall, that person moved even closer to the door and disappeared.

It was my own reflection.

Shudder! I don't wear my glasses on my nightly wanders. I really need to get contacts so I can see 24/7.

I'll be awake for the duration trying to get my heart out of my throat. Feeling like a kid at a slumber party after listening to ghost stories!

Wow StressedMess, that sounds really scary! Also slightly funny... but mostly scary.

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starting my new insulin regiment today kind of scared about lows .need to keep some juice with me in case. im going to be out and about today so we will see how it goes

I was surprised to wake up and find my grandson here after my argument with my DD last night. It's better for him if he's here where he gets a chance to ride his bike, etc. But thought DD would be too stubborn to bring him.

During the argument she sarcastically said, "You be sure to go to therapy tomorrow and tell your therapist all about it..."

Well, DD, I guarantee your name will come up today!

Btw, I did feel bullied by her last night. Thanks to whoever mentioned "bullying." I couldn't think of what to call it. She was also demeaning: "So, your side of the family is the only one that was nuts?!" Grrrrr. Yes, I'm still angry about it today!

When I buy a book: I get all three versions (if available) audio, ebook, and the book book....

No! Now I want to find it so I can listen to it. Sounds delightful!

Yup. I wear contacts. Have to, freaks me out not being able to see. So the days I wear glasses, I'll put my contacts in just for the night so I can see if anything happens. One of my fears is being kidnapped and not being able to see, or have shoes or clothes. So I sleep in clothes that I can 'run in' shoes by the bed and contacts in my eyes. Sounds ridiculous now that I write it out, but my brain doesn't get that it's ridiculous. :/ Anyway, long story short - I get it.

Ugh. Had an argument with my son last night (h was on my side for once so that was good at least) he wanted to go to Phoenix today with his friend, his friend driving (who is 16 and has only had his license a couple of months). H and I both agreed that he could go, as long as they are home by 4pm to avoid friday rush hour in Phoenix which is just plain scary. Son argued and argued about it and of course I got emotional (curse my emotions!! sometimes I think t is so wrong telling me to feel my feelings as they happen because when I let myself do that I get emotional when I don't want to!) But damn it, he is not 18 yet, and I had to put my foot down about it, I said it's not like I'm saying no you can't go at all, you just have to be home by a certain time and he said well you ARE saying no because we can't be home by 4. Apparently his friend can't go until like 11 and it's a good 2 hour drive to where they're wanting to go (a couple of guitar stores up there) so they want more than an hour. Part of his arguing was "I don't understand why you get so emotional about everything." Now how in the hell am I supposed to answer that?! It is just who I am. The thought of them being in that horrible traffic made me picture him as the vulnerable little kid he used to be, and I cried. I don't like saying "no" all the time but damn it, sometimes as a parent I have to!! I even tried to figure out how I could say yes, but he couldn't make that work out with his friend. I'm still the bad guy. But I'm a bad guy keeping my son safe. And that's my job, damn it. And it's because I love him. This parenting a teenager thing is so hard sometimes. Eep, it's late I gotta get to work. thanks for listening couch.

i hope everyone has a good day! see y'all at lunchtime.

One of my nieces graduated from high school today. It is a very different thing from what I believe USAnian HS graduations to be like - no orderly processions or handing out diplomas or anything like that, at least not in public. The actual graduation ceremony which is mostly a lot of singing and some speeches is held inside the school building with only students and teachers present, and then all the newly-graduated students wearing their white caps come running outside to where their families wait to hang flowers and toys and mementos around their necks. It is very very crowded and very festive.

It's also a very hot day, so when I'd showered my niece with flowers I and my eldest niece left to go have something cool to drink at a café. As I was making my way through the crowds, I saw my T hugging a young man in a student cap. I had to pass right by them. It was extremely disconcerting and I have no idea whether he saw me. And then I was greeted by a couple of old friends who were waiting for their son, another graduate, to make his way to them... so I had to stop and chat with them for a few minutes, knowing that T was standing ten metres away. Gah. Gah!

Anyway, I'd better get a move on because now it's my niece's graduation reception so I have to get over to their place.

I bowed out of walking graduation with this year's graduating class (they ask for teachers to walk graduation in their graduation regalia as they need supervising adults on the floor). The graduating class this year is 1,046. Not sure how they are working that our because the coliseum only allows 1,000 on the arena floor. I know last year there were 990 graduates and they had to move the band, the choir, and most of the teachers into the stands around the arena floor. I chose not to be involved in that craziness; the large crowds stress me out.

Art, did you all consider telling them to wait until after rush hour is over to return? Staying there and having dinner or whatever until things clear out in the evening? Everyone wins that way.

If at the end you can keep all the Constantines and Palaeologues and Comnenuses straight, more power to you!

Have you seen this video?

Thanks. I'm doped up on benzo's and I've showered. I'm sort of coping.

Waiting to go back to therapy.



I made some Saturday appointments -giving DD a chance to come with.
She won't, though.

PR-I think it is nice of you to want to figure out ways to work with DD but in all honesty, I would not have gone with my mother to her therapist (she is not alive and never saw a therapist - this is hypothetical) because I would have been worried about being ganged up on and then going home alone with my mother where I would have been concerned about how she would react to what I had said.

We have quite a large range of interests here. From whaling to fantasy baseball to drumming circles to participation in nationally recognized choruses to nerdy podcasts to crafting to horsey things and many in-between.