Killing Jellyfish

This morning when I got to the beach I saw two little girls crying really badly and looking at rashes on their arms. I immediately knew that they were stung by jellyfish. A little later in the morning two men nearby me were stung. The water was somewhat warm and jellyfish like the warm water.

Then I saw a couple of guys scoop a jellyfish out of the water and lay it on the beach. A bunch of people gathered around to look at it, it was big. They were pouring water on it. Then one of the guys dug a hole in the dry sand and buried it.

A couple who had been over there watching walked by me and I asked them why those guys killed the jellyfish. They said, “Well if they put it back in the water it would sting again.” I said, “Yes, but there are hundreds of jellyfish in the water, so what good is killing one of them?”

Later on I heard the two guys bragging that they had killed five so far. If I had witnessed another jellyfish death I was going to move to another section of the beach.

I realize that jellyfish sting and that it hurts, and if someone is allergic to a jellyfish sting it could be life threatening. But does that mean that we can fish them all out of the ocean and kill them? I just don’t understand the logic.

When I came back to the guest house I told the owner what happened and that I didn’t understand it. He said, “Some people are sadists.” And sadly, I have to believe that is true. Maybe they really thought that they were doing a good deed by killing the jellyfish? But I kind of doubt it.


Beach

It’s been kind of weird being here at the beach by myself. I think I am the only person who is at the beach alone. There are many families, couples, groups, friends, adult children with parent combos, etc. And me. I do a lot of people watching, reading, listening to podcasts (This American Life is my favorite), napping. It is very hot, but the water is very cold. As the day goes on, one must go in the water and it feels really good. My beach is very crowded, but the last two nights I’ve gone over to the state park which is pretty deserted. I hung out for a while there last night and took some photos.

I feel sad being here alone, which I know is stupid because I wanted to come by myself. I just feel isolated, which is what I have done to myself over the past year. On the one hand it feels safe, on the other hand it feels empty and without connection.

I feel stuck. But if one is going to be stuck there is no better place to be stuck than at the beach.

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Therapy Recap 6/22/10

I asked J about the Purell. He said his hands felt kind of dirty. I told him that every single week the minute I walk in he Purells. He asked me if I don’t want him to do it anymore, and I said, no, it’s ok. He said he is always touching stuff on the desk and the keyboard and his hands feel dirty. I think he has ocd personally.

You know what I noticed? I just realized it today. He doesn’t say, “So what are we talking about today?” anymore. And he’ll mention something we talked about the week before. These are things I’ve written about on my blog that have been bothering me, but I haven’t mentioned it to him. I wonder if he is reading my blog without showing up on the statistics. It’s easy to do that if he is using an rss reader, like Google Reader. And later on in the session he mentioned how I express myself so well on my blog and in email. Interesting…

So first he asked if I am still thinking of leaving and going to Iowa, something we talked about last week. We talked about that a while, and how I know I would never do it, it is just a fantasy. But I did tell him that I am going to beach as soon as the session is over. I told him that I packed all of my meds. The whole stash. We talked about that for a while. He said sometimes people will bring him their meds to hold for them. But he didn’t ask me for mine, and I didn’t volunteer to give them to him. He asked how I would feel if I didn’t have my stash. And he asked how often I take more than I should. I told him I never take more than I should and he scoffed. He didn’t believe me. He said that there have been times when I have emailed him and told him I took too much. I said that is not true, I emailed him once when I took some extra, but it was still less than the therapeutic dose. I take 1mg of klonopin per day right now. He asked how often I take more than the usual amount and I said never, I haven’t done that in a long time, like almost a year. And I told him that my plan does not involve overdosing, but I just like to have my stash.

Then he thought of an analogy of being trapped in my marriage, my family, my life and trapped in my thoughts of suicide. We talked again about being good enough, and he compared it to our country (the United States) and how it is a pretty good country, but it has its flaws. And he said everyone has flaws and he has flaws (hmm, I have to think of his flaws. List to follow). This is an ongoing topic for us.

We spent time discussing my guilt over going to the beach, and spending the money especially since the hospital bills are coming in from my visit to the er a few weeks ago. And that was a good chunk of cash and there wasn’t even anything wrong with me. If there had been something wrong with me it would feel better somehow. He said that there must have been times when I have saved money, so that offsets the times that I spend money. He said I have probably thrown away $2000 worth of lunch meat in my lifetime. Then he told me a story about getting his air conditioner fixed. He started to tell me, then said, never mind, but I said, no tell me. So he did.

He tried to convince me that I deserve this trip. He asked who I was going with and I said no one. That I used to go with a friend, but we aren’t friends anymore.

And we talked about how I didn’t have the discussion with my husband that I wanted to have. And the envelope that my husband didn’t open. J said I should email my husband and ask if he read that info yet that came in the envelope. He said in his experience counseling couples that he recommends some of them communicate via email, and that would be good for me (since I express myself so well in my blog and in email to him). I said, you know it’s not even so much about whether my husband read the information. I want to know why he didn’t open the envelope. J said that my husband feels that is my “department”. He said that in relationships there are precedents, and these habits become ingrained over the years and then are hard to change. I asked how a parent could be so uninterested in their child’s college education. J said maybe he is interested, just not in the paperwork. I said, “So he is interested in parents weekend and football games?” And J said maybe he is.

I said that I want him to be the kind of person who would open the envelope. And J said, “So you want him to change.” Yes, exactly. But that isn’t going to happen, is it? And discussions initiated by me aren’t likely to happen either. But we didn’t really get into why that is.
Lots of surface stuff this week, which is fine. I left afterwards and drove to the beach, which is where I am now. Staying in a very cute bed and breakfast one and a half blocks from the beach. Unpacked, changed, went to the beach for a couple hours. Sitting on the beach suddenly realizing I am alone. And I felt lonely. I read. Got some French fries. Then came back, changed and went for a long run. I ran down an interesting looking road and came to a state park right on the beach. Very desolate. Perfect place to commit suicide. I had been looking for a place like that at home. It put scary thoughts in my head.

I also ran by a cemetery and walked around in there for awhile. There were people buried there who were born in the 1800s. Then I came upon a little grave, for a baby who was 6 months old. And she was a twin. There were small rocks on the grass in front of her headstone and they were painted with sayings like “We love you Megan”. I sat and looked at that for a while.

I had been thinking suicidal thoughts prior to getting here. What it would be like to die here instead of at home. Much better. But I’m not going to kill myself. I just think about it all the time. Like all the damn time. Something needs to change here. J says I only think about the negative – of myself, of my life. Never the positive. Or I notice the positive, but it is fleeting. The negative sticks forever. Is this a choice I make, is it part of my personality, what is it? Is it something I need to get to the root of, or is there a way to change my thinking?

It seems like J loves to work on this day to day stuff, and maybe that is what I need. I’m always trying to get so abstract and that obviously hasn’t helped much.

So anyway, he told me to enjoy the beach and I deserve to be able to go and have a good time.


Forget the Purell

Yeah, the Purell thing is just keeping my mind off of the real issues. But it’s not even really doing that, so now I’m thinking about the real issues and the Purell. Which really sucks.

I never said anything to my husband this week about the things I wanted to talk to him about. At first I was thinking it was because I couldn’t remember all of the words that J gave me to say. But it’s not the words. It’s me and my inability to say the words due to all of the baggage that I am carrying around all the time. And it is getting heavy.

Tomorrow I am going to the beach for three nights/four days by myself. The last few years I have gone with a friend, the same friend each time. But now we are not friends anymore. However, I found out yesterday that she is going to the beach this week with another of her friends. I’m sure I’ll run into her, it’s not a very big beach. I am not happy about this, I just wanted to get away, not deal with anyone, be by myself, forget everything going on at home and in my life. Now I’ll spend the whole time keeping an eye out for her. Of course I’ll be totally polite and nice when I see her, and I’m sure she will be the same to me. It’s sad that we are not friends anymore, but in a way it is better.

She is a Purell addict herself. Maybe this is how I can divide up people in the future – people I want in my life and people who I don’t want in my life. Purell avoiders/Purell addicts. When I meet someone new I’ll ask their opinion of Purell. Weed out the negatives right away.


Vacation Update

I keep my blog in a word document (I don’t like to write my posts directly to the blog, too unreliable) and it is currently 285 pages long. That’s a lot of writing in the past year, isn’t it?

I spent the last four days at the beach (not a warm beach, it was a cold beach) with my husband’s family. It went better than I thought it would, and I only took the klonopin twice. My husband’s brother and his wife have a very big beach house and there were 16 of us there, ranging in age from 79 to 12. My sister-in-law only had one tantrum, and no one stormed out this year. And no one made any derogatory comments about my eating. So it was success. When things got loud and overwhelming I went to my room. I also ran 8 miles on Saturday, most of it in the rain. It was actually pretty warm though, so that was good. I’m scheduled to run 10 miles this Saturday and I’m not happy about that. This happens every time I have to run farther than I’ve run before. I don’t think I can do it, I say to myself, “I’m only going to do x miles, and then I’ll see how I feel”, and then I end up running the full distance. But 10 miles sounds like a really long distance. At least I’ll be with my running group, which makes it a lot easier. Saturday I did the 8 miles alone.

I entered the lottery for a local 10 mile race in April, and my name got picked. Apparently a lot of people didn’t get picked, so I guess I’m lucky. I’m nervous about it though, the longest race I’ve ever done is a 10K. Plus I’m not too keen on planning that far ahead these days.

I didn’t have a lot of time to think this week, due to being with family every minute of the last four days. Not sure if that is good or bad.

I hope everyone is well out there, I know some of my blog friends are suffering right now. My wish for all of you for 2010 is to have peace and love in your lives, and no more pain.


Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all of my friends who celebrate Christmas! I hope you get everything you want from Santa, and have a peaceful day with loved ones.

I’m enjoying my vacation at the beach, and trying not to think about anything important. Giving my brain a rest.

Yesterday I was trying to put into words how I feel about my therapy session on Tuesday. When I left I felt stupid, like my issues were being minimized. I did a little reading about techniques therapists use when talking to clients. Some of these techniques are reflective listening, validating feelings, and normalizing feelings. Apparently clients feel better when their therapists use these listening techniques. In my case, though, I didn’t really feel better and I’m wondering what it is about me that is causing this.

I actually feel judged right now, and I know J didn’t do anything to judge me, because therapists don’t do that. However when I was explaining that I hated having his book because I was so afraid something would happen to it, he responded, “OK, that just sounds like anxiety.” Is that a judgment, or a professional assessment of a mental disorder? I was very disturbed by these thoughts that I had, they made me feel like I was some kind of evil person, and when J made this response I really should have felt better. I should have thought, “Oh wow, that’s great! I’m not evil, I’m not a psychopath, I just have an anxiety problem!” Why didn’t I feel that way? It must be something in my subconscious again, that I can’t get to in order to figure out how I really feel.

And when he told me that if he asked 100 people if they had intrusive thoughts from time to time like I had and 85 of them would say they did, well that should make me feel better too. He was normalizing my feelings by telling me it’s normal to think things like this. But my first thought was, “I don’t have these thoughts from time to time, I have them all of the time!” And my second thought was, “I guess I didn’t explain myself very well, because he doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” And my next thought was, “How can I get him to understand how terrifying these thoughts are?” And next I thought, “I’m being ridiculous and making a big deal out of nothing, so there must be something in me that is making me too dramatic. I need to snap out of it.” And then I felt judged again.

I think I am just too damn sensitive and I need to develop a thicker skin. I have to keep reminding myself that not everything is a big deal. So what if I have terrifying thoughts, nightmares that occur when I am awake. Apparently it’s something everyone experiences and I should just move on.

Another thing about me is that sometimes, with some people, I can feel their feelings. And this seems to be happening with J, although I’m not sure if I am feeling his feelings or if I am projecting my feelings onto him. He would say I’m projecting, because he doesn’t believe that I can feel other people’s feelings. I would like to ask him what he was feeling on Tuesday, because the feelings I got from him were a little impatience, some frustration, a bit of sarcasm, and definitely caring in there as well. I can’t really trust my intuition on this though, because of the projection thing going on.


Pdoc Update

Pdoc called me back at 7:00PM last night. He asked me what’s been going on and I explained everything to him. He said it sounds like my anxiety is getting out of control, and he doesn’t think the wellbutrin is contributing to my problems. We talked about klonopin and he called in an rx for me. Picked it up this morning on our way to our little vacation at the beach. I took one about 11AM and feel asleep in the car soon thereafter. Then I felt pretty good today, even though there are a lot of people here at the beach and lots going on. I just have to remember to breathe, and get away to my room when things get overloaded. It will be fine though.

Yesterday I read a little bit of my blog from last year. I’ve been writing this blog for about a year now, prior to that I handwrote in a journal. What’s disturbing is that last December I was talking about stuff in therapy that is exactly the same as what I’m talking about now. How discouraging! Have I made no progress? I read December through February’s posts, and I do think that I have made some progress in some areas, but seem to sliding backwards in others. I am working hard on overcoming the perfectionism, being less critical of myself, and trying to focus on my strengths and talents. It’s not always working, but a lot of times it is.

But the anxiety and the intrusive thoughts don’t seem to be diminished at all compared to what I was talking about to J last year at this time. I also find that last year I was spending a lot of time with friends, going out to lunch and dinner and having people over. I have been isolating myself for quite some time now, and I have basically one friend left that I talk to and see on a regular basis. So that is a step backward.

So I’ve made forward progress in one area, no progress in another area, and reverse progress in a third area. That is discouraging.


Me and Jason Bourne

I’m anxious about therapy tomorrow, and about going to the beach on Thursday with DH’s family for four days. I know it will be fun, but they don’t understand two important things:

1. Food issues
2. People needing to be by themselves for a little while

Other than that, it should be fine. Ugh.

I think I know why I’m so fascinated by Jason Bourne lately. Warning – if you haven’t seen the Bourne movies don’t read any further because I give away the ending.

It’s the good vs. evil conundrum, which I have been thinking about a lot lately as you know. Jason Bourne wakes up from being unconscious with bullets in his back and he doesn’t remember anything, except how to read, write, do math, speak at least 5 languages, walk, make coffee, tie knots, load and unload bullets into guns, shoot guns, and lots of martial arts. That’s more than most people know I guess, but for him it’s not enough. He wants to know who he is. As he discovers his talents he begins to wonder what in the hell kind of life he led. He recognizes that it’s not normal to know these things, that’s another thing he remembers – what normal is. He wants to get close to people, he feels protective of people, yet he has a feeling that he isn’t such a good guy. As flashbacks of his past occur he is dismayed to learn that he did some bad stuff. He knows he did those things, and he knows he doesn’t want to do them anymore, because he is a good guy. He knows he is a good guy, despite the bad things.

By the time we get to the third movie, 6 hours later, we find out that he was brainwashed into doing these evil things. He did volunteer, but without full knowledge of what the job entailed. And then he was pissed off, in a big way. However, he is aware, despite the fact that he was brainwashed, that he did do these evil things and he is very remorseful. As far as I know there were only three Bourne books, so that is the end of Jason Bourne. A good man, with lots of dead bodies along the way.


Are You Socially Aware?

I’ve been thinking about social awareness. I never thought I was more conscious about humanity, the earth, animal life, etc than other people, but incidents have occurred that lead me to believe that I am. I do a lot of research about companies, businesses, stores, products, etc so that I can make choices that are in tune with my values and beliefs. I’ve noticed that very few of my friends do the same. They all shop, eat, travel, etc with no regard to how their choices affect the world, and affect themselves.

I recently began to do more in depth research and I realize that I have been buying products and shopping at businesses that have unethical business practices. Now that I know this, I plan to change what and where I buy. When I mention this to people they don’t seem interested. Most people that I know want to do what is easiest, cheapest, and in their best interest at the moment. I don’t understand this.

Take Walmart for example. I don’t shop at Walmart because I don’t agree with their business practices. The reasons that people shop at Walmart, in my opinion, are:

1. They don’t have the luxury of shopping elsewhere. Either there are no other stores in their area because Walmart has shut them down, or they live in a rural area. Perhaps they don’t make enough money to spend on socially conscious goods from reputable businesses. Shopping at Walmart is cheap and there are many, many people in this country (speaking about the US) who cannot afford to shop elsewhere or who have to travel to get to other stores. I don’t judge anyone who shops there if they are in this category.

2. They are unaware that Walmart is practicing unethical business – in their products, with their employees, with the labor producing the products, etc. I would not judge anyone in this category either; most people don’t do research prior to shopping.

But I’d like to believe that if people become knowledgeable about Walmart and if they can afford to shop elsewhere they would. However, this doesn’t seem to be the case.

This past week when I was at the beach with my friends there was a Walmart in town. I happened to mention a couple of times about my disdain of Walmart, and my friend asked me what I have against people who shop at Walmart. I told her I have nothing against the people who shop there, I have a problem with the store itself. I explained to her some of the reasons why I am opposed to Walmart. She said she shops there and she likes it. I don’t think my explanation will change her mind.

This same friend recently got a puppy. I found out that she bought it at a pet store. I asked her why she got it at a pet store rather than from a reputable breeder, or from the humane society and she said she wanted this particular breed and there are no breeders in our area, and this place seemed very nice. I told her that the puppy’s mother lived in a puppy mill and told her about the conditions of puppy mills. I knew it was too late for her to change where she got her puppy from, but perhaps if anyone asked her she could tell them a better way to get a puppy. She seemed upset, and told me that this pet store gave her “papers” and her puppy has “parents” and is “registered”. Well, all dogs have parents, and anyone can get papers. I asked her why she didn’t talk to me about getting a puppy because she knows I did a lot of research before I got my dog. She said she didn’t think of it. She asked me if I thought her puppy was ok and healthy and I said of course I thought he was, and he is.

Then last week we were talking about that conversation. She said she was upset when I told her a pet store is not the best place to get a puppy, but then she realized, “Oh, it’s just Harriet telling me this stuff” and then she felt better. Like I’m such an extremist and my viewpoints are so outlandish that she shouldn’t get upset by anything I say. I didn’t mean to make her upset, I just wanted her to know some facts about the situation.

My other friend was telling me about someone we know who goes through people’s refrigerators telling them about all the bad things in there and how either they are bad for their health, they are inhumane, or bad for the environment. My friend doesn’t invite her over anymore. I would never do that, I only explain my reasons and my research if anyone asks. Sometimes, however, things slip out, like my Walmart comments. I do have to be more careful because people think I’m judging or having a holier than thou attitude.

I guess I don’t understand why people do the things they do if they know their actions have repercussions. Everything we do or buy sends waves throughout the world, from 8 year old child laborers in Thailand, to cattle on a factory farm in Iowa. Why do people seem to not care, to only want to do what is cheapest, easiest, and quickest for themselves?

Are you socially conscious and how do you think you compare with others? Do you talk about your feelings with other people and how do they respond?


Do You Think This Is Strange?

Last night about 6PM I got an email from J, my psychologist. In case you don’t remember, I had to miss this week’s appointment because I was at the beach, and I left my toy robot with him to make it easier for me to come back. Whenever I miss a week it’s really hard for me to start up again.

The email said, “The robot is doing fine. He has actually received a lot of attention from customers who have noticed him on his perch. See you Tuesday.”

I felt uncomfortable when I got this email. I don’t know why exactly. I guess I don’t understand why he is sending it. It’s not like I left him my dog or my child – it’s a toy! Does he really think I’m worried about it? I also feel like he’s crossed a boundary – sending me an email when I haven’t sent him one first. It seems more of a “friend” thing to do than a professional psychologist thing to do.

And yes, he does call his patients “customers”. That’s bizarre too, but I’m used to that.

Any thoughts?