One of the most frustrating things about having a background in psychology and a fairly in-depth knowledge of my own behavior and why I act the way I do is that it doesn’t make it any easier for me to actually do anything about it. In fact, it makes it harder sometimes because then I… Continue Reading
I was musing in the last post about my rebirthday and how it’s coming up. Well, that’s what I meant the post to be about, but I meandered into family dysfunction once again. Which isn’t as far a stretch as you might think, actually. I have spent decades unlearning the toxic things I’ve been taught… Continue Reading
In the last post, I ended by musing about how I sort of fell into polyamorous relationships. It was never my idea, but I wasn’t against it, either. In fact, if I had not been indoctrinated into the belief that monogamy was the only way to be, I probably would have gotten into nonmonogamy/polyamory sooner.… Continue Reading
At the end of the last post, I was talking about how the reach of family dysfunction is long and tortured. One of the problems with abuse is that it gets passed along, generation by generation. It’s the same with societal norms, actually. What we consider normal is usually what has been codified into society… Continue Reading
I’m talking about dementia wrapped in family dysfunction. In the last post, I ended by mentioning that dementia is seen as a moral failing in Taiwan, which has added to the stress of my father’s situation. The problem is that my mother has absorbed that message to some extent. Plus, she’s still in denial that… Continue Reading
I’m back to talk more about dementia. At the end of the last post, I veered into talking about how my mother nags and nags until she gets what she wants. She’s been that way all her life, and she taught all of us, including my father, to give in more often than not. Maybe… Continue Reading
I was talking about my father’s dementia yesterday. In my own meandering way, I was grieving for…what exactly, I’m not sure. Not my relationship with my father because that’s always been strained. That’s putting it politely. I’ll be blunt. We don’t have a relationship; we never have. My father spent most of my childhood not… Continue Reading
My father has dementia. He has had it for over twenty years ago. He’s almost 85, which means it was early-onset dementia. It also meant that we weren’t sure what it was for quite some time. It was obvious he was failing, but we did not know why. He retired around that time, and my… Continue Reading
One of my biggest complaints about Democrats is that they won’t take a stand for what they believe in. The party, I mean. They water it down or equivocate or try to make it as palatable as possible. They try to appeal to everyone, and it doesn’t appeal to anyone. I have never felt wanted… Continue Reading
I’m excited. For the first time in 12 years, I’m…hopeful? And that is a dangerous thing because I was ready for America to go to hell. I was resigned to losing the election because this country is a fucking joke. And then, Kamala Harris did the unexpected and chose Tim Walz, my governor, as her… Continue Reading