Thursday, August 31, 2017

Koch Brothers Against Libraries

A library levee failed in my old town, with all these conservative Republican types railing against it. I love libraries, so remember my red hot anger at those who didn't want people to have free access to books and information. If a town doesn't have a library, I refuse to live there. The town I live in now has a very nice library with tons of new books, I'm there every week. It doesn't surprise me that Trump's people hate libraries. Why should that surprise us? Republicans want all our tax dollars to go for wars not reading or learning!

Koch Brothers Gun for Small Town Library

Boogie's Recovery From Weight Loss Surgery

Hopefully, he will lose weight. I think he got the "sleeve" surgery, that is worrisome because there is no take-down from that one. He complains about nausea, feeling tired and weak. One question I had when I explored weight loss surgery years ago, was "What will they do about low blood sugar?"  If I "forget" to eat or a meal time is delayed even in pre-diabetic times, I got so sick. It made dieting harder then hell. Boogie concerns me because his symptoms of sleeping all day, and lethargy sounds like he is not getting enough nutrition to keep his brain humming properly. In my case, this has been a problem with the severe insulin resistance and nutritional problems. There are effects even if I don't eat enough vegetables and fruits for a day.

Illness in my case, did reduce my eating massively a few times, so I know what he means when he talks about being so cold. It has always troubled me all these years that the best they can come up with is weight loss surgery, and it is purposefully making someone sick, so they can lose weight. When I lost good digestion over the dozens of kidney stones in 2013 and spent days throwing up, sometimes 2-3 days dry heaving, because I could not eat at all, I knew then I never wanted weight loss surgery.  Decades of IBS which I got in control two or three years ago from avoiding all GMO and certain kind of foods, also gave me enough stomach cramps and hell-bound moments on the toilet.

I'd rather die then go through the digestion checking out. There's a point where a person has had enough pain and suffering in their life. That was the decision I made about weight loss surgery. It's also the decision I've made about dieting. Enough involuntary food reduction and eating according to hunger and sugars is all I can do now. This month we got a little more money and I was able to get some of my sugars down to the 110s and 100s. Eat too late after 9, I can still hit a 130, but my eating has to be so controlled for diabetes as it is.

Boogie had the right to make his decision to take a spin of that wheel, but I still am troubled by what they consider the main treatment for fat. To me the fact that the surgery focuses on the stomach is based on bigotry and "what they think makes people fat". Yes this is a Faustian bargain, there's been times when I have wondered if I should have taken that spin of the roulette wheel, but with my respiratory disorders and Lipedema, it would have not have been good. Nutritionally I barely can keep enough vitamins in me now and go anemic.

One odd phenomenon that has happened to me lately is why I lost a teeny amount of weight on the scale, none of my clothes fit on top, it's a major problem, but I believe Lipedema and lipo-lymphedema is keeping tons of weight on my bottom. My clothes keep falling off me on top. I even found myself sewing one dress to close the neckhole, and it turned out okay but wasn't very professional. Wearing too loose clothes is annoying. So there's been weight loss on me that isn't showing so much on the scale.

I hope Boogie loses a lot of weight and has a good outcome with his weight loss surgery and some of the symptoms get under control. It does sound concerning.

Nazis, Trump and the Alt-Right

Trump had no problem shilly-shalling about Nazis. It took him two days to revise his statement as outrage grew. Why do people still support the sociopathic Cheeto? Are they that brainwashed? It's Obama's fault right? Something has really changed in America for the worse. One can tell who listens to right wing radio, and Fox news, they defended Trump when it came to Charlottesville. Even on Facebook, I had a conservative friend complaining about Antifa, ever heard of agent provocateurs? Of course many of them believe anyone who protests or stands against the system is a "violent terrorist." They will cheer one day for all protesting and free speech to be outlawed.

They had no qualms at putting themselves on the side of the pointy hood set. It looks like it didn't escape some people's attention that a bunch of racists doing a torchlight parade should have flunked history class. What do these people want? The same formula is being used today which was used in the post Civil War South, get the poor whites to rally against the blacks [add in other groups for today], and they will submit to the uber-wealthy. Jim Crow kept the plantation owners in power. It's a dog kick the underdog world. The name of the game is divide and conquer and the idiots are all falling for it.  So now when poor whites ask where all the jobs have gone? Instead of questioning an economic system where technology has erased jobs, globalism and the uber wealthy who have suppressed wages and hogged all the wealth for themselves, they follow the "blame the other races" script. It's been used time and time again. The powers that be use race so no one looks at class.

 This is why we have Republicans now who are by default are defending the Neo-Nazis, skin-heads, and white power people who have crawled out of their mother's basements, and from under rocks. Pepe the Frog people marching alongside Hitler worshipers. On Facebook all my ex-church friends still love Trump. My disgust has grown. I am still protesting myself. If you still support Trump after all this, WHY?

A Skeleton Key to the Alt-Right

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Life Lately

I've been feeling better lately. I think getting away from some final toxic relationships has helped me a lot more then I expected to.  I felt sad over the millionaire friend, but just like my mother, there was no love for me there, no apologies, no trying to patch things up. Sometimes when us ACONs do walk, we realize how one sided things really were. Living life realizing I don't have to put up with this kind of thing anymore has been far better.  I am more relaxed.

This week, I was able to meet some out of town new friends and visit with them and it went great. It was great conversation and my husband enjoyed our time visiting a lot too.  I have still been protesting Trump and have decided to become more politically involved but guess I always have been with the earlier war protesting. I fit in the protesting around my health and can't make it every week but I am glad local groups have been sticking to the plan and have not given up.

Later I plan to write about Charlottesville and some other issues when I get more time. How did things get so bad we have a president shilly-shallying about Nazis? The fact that Trump pardoned the sheriff who used to abuse inmates, put them outside in 120 degree heat and forced men to wear pink underwear, says it all to me. Someone has to stand against the growing evil.

I did get another art center scholarship and am taking another painting and drawing class, that will be an enjoyable thing I look forward to for this fall. I have one landscape painting I may put up for sale soon on here and a house painting to complete.

I went to the doctor, and found out I lost 13lbs since last year not much weight but it is still better then gaining. Oddly my dresses have become so loose on top, I have to get out the sewing machine and work on at least 4-5 of them. Trying to function while your dresses are falling off on top is not easy. I was googling today how to do this sewing. It's a bit risky. I probably need to get some more new clothes. It is possible with Lipedema, I have lost more weight on top, then the weight numbers show. All I know is my clothes up top are way too loose. They always have been bigger on top, so my clothes fit in the hips, but it's gotten more extreme.

One kidney could have a giant kidney stone, but they are waiting things out until March to see if it's really there or if my medication can shrink it. Health stuff does take a lot of time. I am slowing down a bit with age. This week I went to a meeting for a program called PACE I may join, it is for disabled elderly people. I have 6 years until I can be in it, and of course will judge where I am at by then. My ankle has recovered to my relief. It is still a little bit weak but nothing like it was.

Still Working on the Zines

Some reason I've been writing less here, is I have been writing for the zines I hope to put out, this will include text with the comics I've been working on forever. I work slow on things but hopefully when I do finally get these zines together, they will be enjoyed.

Here is a scene some of you may remember from this blog. All names of the "guilty" have been changed.

The deceased trucker's family members came out to say hello, from neighboring trailers and Midge with a furrowed brow sunk inside the car. “Ignore them”, she said. Maybelline came to the door giving a shell-shocked wary smile to the Spyder family. “Hi-ya!” The trailer was in horrible shape and had become a possible site for the future show Hoarders, with piles of trash piled up. Bottles, piles of dirt, rags and newspapers laid scattered all over the floor.  Obviously her grief and new loneliness had pushed Peep's aunt over a new edge. Peep walked gingerly in behind my father and her mother was there too.  The two adult Spyders yelled at her, "What in the hell happened here?". She didn't respond.

Maybelline then laughed and said, "I made youse lunch!, it's in the oven!" Mr Spyder handed Peep an oven mitt, and said "Go see what roadkill she made for us!", Peep was scared but went over to the oven, and opened it, and in it was a ROTTEN PIG'S HEAD! It had been cooked, but was at least 3-4 days old and left unattended. It's eyes bugged out, it's ears flopped. Flies poured out of the oven. "It's still good!" Peep's aunt cried. Peep in horror, this was worse then the baby pigs, literally swooned across the table and almost passed out. Mr. Spyder yelled at her, "What in the hell is your problem?" but took a few steps closer and looked into the oven.

Pro-Union All the Way

Yesterday I went to a local political meeting, it was for a group that is pro-union. I told the leader America needs a new labor movement and he agreed. People forget the benefits that were won via the labor movement. The worse thing the Republican party ever did was ruin the unions and destroy worker's rights.

10 Reasons Why Asians Don't Get Fat

The cold water slows down digestion theory is interesting. There is also something to be said for gut health and all the fermented foods. I want to introduce more fermented foods to my own diet.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Goodbye to My Millionaire Friend

                                                    a very old painting from college I gave her

Yeah I know some of you are asking, "How come Peep is getting rid of everyone?" Yes sometimes I get scared. This is a lot of people, I have walked away from. They all held two things in common, they treated me like my mother and family and they all looked down on me.

 I have examined myself, that I was far too compliant, too weak, too accepting of bad behavior for too long. Why on earth did I end up with all these friends who even socioeconomically looked down on me from the clouds while I was in the basement?

 All I can say is that my upbringing definitely hurt my ability to choose the right kind of people. I also have had the crappiest luck. Some kind and decent friends died, and I moved away from other good people who weren't like this or lost touch. Yeah I know for the last ten years I have mourned moving from my old town. Even people left here, I miss like the art center folks and the people who ran my self help group. Online I do have great friends of course too. I have lost too many people. It has affected the faith crisis too. Finding out one of your "best friends" doesn't care about you either, can be hell on earth.

I found myself getting creeped out when this friend started reminding me more of my mother. You know the other abusers are out of my life, so you are looking at others, and things are reminding you. You get the big gun narcissists out of your life, and then you see the smaller gun ones, but who can just be as damaging. Sometimes when she spoke it would trigger me back to my mother. The coldness, the lack of emotion, the imperviousness about life and lack of fear, also stood out to me. She even would say odd things to me, when I spoke of vulnerability in life, "I know I will live as long as my grandparents did into their 90s."

 Here's the weirdest thing for FIVE YEARS, I asked her to read my blog. She has computers, smart phones and full access to the internet, and she refused to come over here. What was that deal? I thought okay maybe she got busy, or distracted and one day recently I suggested it again, told her the name and everything, and she comes over here.... and the reaction is horrific... She hates this blog! Oh it's not the fat articles, she understands my metabolism and Lipedema, it's the ACON ones. She insulted it. It's the reaction like the relatives.

Basically the attitude is how dare you say you say you are abused and she tells me all my perceptions are wrong. Now this really floors me. Why? She SAW some of the verbal abuse. My mother used to call her a lesbian. Read the story of my first going no contact, she was there, and they insulted her too.

Where we ever really friends? She wrote this to me and invalidated my entire blog and me with this statement: "I will likely never know what financial challenges are, so I can’t put myself in your position, in reality nobody has had exactly the same life experiences, even children growing up in the same house will remember things differently. Everything that parents do while raising a child can be defined as abuse. Just because my mother had a temper and there was lots of arguing doesn’t mean I was verbally abused."

I got the  "you need to let go". speeches too. What gets me, is she could see on this blog, my writing about them had diminished. Time alone has shrunk any talking about them. I don't know what is going on. Outside the weird house crap in the last year and resultant email, I am out of the loop. What gets me is I was supportive to her, when she talked about how her own mother engulfed her, and then went into dementia, but I guess when it comes to my problems, there is no equal billing.

She wrote me, "I have nothing to apologize for. I had a conversation about two houses, one that I actually went and looked at. As of now, that is all I have done. It has actually helped make some progress in getting my house organized; because when/if I do move this house will be packed ujp to be shown and a fair amount of maintenance work done before being listed. In my discussions with **** on this issue, she was in or above my position once and had friends in yours or similar to yours. At no time did they have a falling out, these people, some of whom I've met were always happy for her good fortune."

During our email fight, as she just came back with very cold narcissistic answers and talked down to me like an uncaring social worker, I decided I was done. I ended the friendship. I am sure I will be deemed the "jealous" loser. At one point she even blamed me for my husband's career problems. Like I chose any of that?

What is creepy is I didn't even talk about my family that much with her especially in the last few years. In the last year, they are ebbing away fast in my mind so it was even far less. I got the feeling it "bothered" her so I kept my mouth shut. Her family left her 2-4 million dollars, so maybe she's got a little more love for hers but what I noticed was empathy missing. When we met in college she was already 6 figures wealthy with money left direct to her from an uncle, but got more inheritances later in life, including the final in 2011 when her mother died. While I worked at the various jobs, she went through college in ease. She didn't have have to hold a job during graduate school when we both shared an apartment.

The very few times I brought my family up, she was defending them. It started weirding me out. I told her, "I think my mother got the house foreclosed on," It never went on the market after that one email. And she piped up basically saying "Oh your mother is still financially viable". It was weird stuff like that. She was against my adoption search, and to her, I did admit, I could have a genetic tie to ANOTHER relative, so why the anger, why the lack of support? Her and the Army friend exactly matched on these stances. These things all weighed on me for years.

 In fact one reason things lasted as long as they did is because she came out to visit me, unlike the family. She would come out twice a year and spend a couple days with me. I really thought this was because she cared about me. You know letting actions speaking for themselves. I discussed coming out her way but she said, "That wouldn't work, there's no place for you to sleep."  The logistics for me would have been very difficult. I put up with a lot thinking, "Well she cares enough to come visit a couple times a year" and thinking this way, I would set some increasing worries aside.

Sometimes when one is on the lonely end of life, and doesn't have very many real world friends they see, you can get stuck in the mode of thinking, "Well I am not going to challenge this friend, I got so few friends right now". ACON recovery changed that about me. I started being more aware of things. It brought a lot into question. I plan to write about this more later, but I realized from a Facebook group, even normal, thin, healthy and not clinically depressed women, are having problems making, keeping and finding close friends.

We did have an intellectual compatibility. I made the error here too of mistaking her shyness and remove from other people for being a possible fellow Aspie. She never was diagnosed and rejected the label herself but I could talk to her about art, and politics and other subjects other people did not get.        

We could have fun touring museums, going to restaurants, and watching movies, though I noticed more and more we could talk about everything in her life, but many subjects on my end, were "unacceptable". I enjoyed time with her and focused on the positive, I liked going to the places we did and many of our activities.  We had a long history together. Maybe that is limited in keeping a friendship going too as people can change with time. We roomed together for two years in college, and then had an apartment together while I was working at the juvenile home and she was in graduate school.

There was problems though even years ago. A lot of times she did hurt me. One time she visited with this other mutual college friend who was a bridesmaid in my wedding too, and they kept making fun of me together and ganging up on me. I stopped having that mutual college friend visit me, but that remained inside my mind. I thought of the treatment when we were living together and she got with a young man, I had noted interest in first. I had missed a bullet and a half as he moved in with her while cheating on her, and would go on to meet my husband a few years later but that first betrayal was there.  In 1995, she had come to visit me in Chicago, and she was horrified by my poverty, and she something like "Why don't you have a trash can in your bathroom?" it was something stupid, and thoughtless, and we got in a giant argument, and I made her get out of my car dropping her off near the bus station and we would not talk for more then a year and half. So trouble was brewing even years ago. No relationship is perfect, but even then as I look back on our history, I realized she looked down on me and had little respect. 

 Religiously she had introduced me to the UU when I left my family's church. She grew up in it but later left it. She did not like it when I became a Christian and sometimes would make joking references to God being "my invisible best friend". I never told her of the recent faith problems because I didn't want to be told, "I told you so.

However especially in the last few years I felt everything was not safe to talk about there were also other issues as you will see. The conversations from my end felt more strained. She would happily chat about her friends, and life, and I was interested but she took very little interest in mine.   I know I changed with time too.  She would tell me at times she was lonely and I told her, I faced loneliness as well, and sometimes it seemed to me we were connecting then but maybe not given what happened later.  I sought more closeness with her, since the friendship had survived for so long but in many ways she just kept slamming the door in my face and that reminded me of my mother and other relatives too.

One thing affecting the visits, is as I aged, my health has declined, the shopping got more restricted, I couldn't go to as many stores without facing serious fatigue. Our visits were planned during non-housebound times, but I was slowing down.

Recently during our last conversation, she noted irritation even with someone else she knew for talking about abuse as a child and adult and their resultant depression. This gave me immediate flashbacks to how my mother would talk to people, anyone relaying troubles was a problem. Sometimes I feel like warning this person, but I've been down that road long enough to know I could be buying trouble and would not be believed. One statement in an email deeply troubled me where she wrote that an ACON threatening suicide on a message board only wanted "attention". Here we see out and out disdain and lack of empathy for abuse victims. When she came out against so ardently against ACONs, that crossed a line.  She must have found me on an ACON message board I go to, googling the term "fivehundredpoundpeep". I used to post the same things on there I do here, sometimes trying out topics before blogging on them. She wrote me this:

 "Let’s discuss that whole narcissist concept/diagnosis. Just because you spend a lot of time on that board, doesn’t make you an expert on the topic. And from my perspective, you seem to have become one yourself, having to be right about everything and be the center of attention; accusing me pf being loyal to people I have had no contact with in more than 2 decades. **********has a friend who is on your ACON board and has been threatening suicide for the last 6 months just to get attention from anyone who will listen. Message boards are a good outlet, but they are not a sole form of therapy that makes anyone into an expert on any topic."

Anyhow, during my recovery process, and I am finally moving into the "What Next?" phase, and trying to figure out what to do with my life free of abusive people, she did not offer me much support. She was always defensive of my family to the point, I limited bringing them up even during the more painful early NC days. Around here now, I tell people I have no family and infer except for my husband that they are all dead. It is easier that way. Some online FB friends and others who read this blog know the true story but for new people who are local, it is something I want to shut the door on. There was one point where I even said to her straight on, on the phone, "You knew I was abused why do you keep defending my mother?" "Don't you even remember how she treated you?" 

 Remember the Army friend, the one who hoovered me? Millionaire now ex-Friend and Army ex-Friend went to the same high school together. Millionaire friend introduced me to Army friend. We had mutual visits with each other for years. The Army friend comes from a multi-million dollar family too. When her parents die, she will be as wealthy as the other friend too if not more.Both of them grew up in one of the wealthiest suburbs in my state.

Yes I know it's weird that poor me ended up with such wealthy friends from a state college but remember my family had money too though my immediate family was more in the 6 figure range and outer relatives were more wealthy like them.

What is strange is remember when I talked about looking up things and trying to get the truth, I looked up my Army friend and found out she lied to me for (30 years!) about where her father worked. He worked for at a company that had massive  multimillion dollar supply contacts with the US Army, and then I found out this company where he was vice president had major and multiple contacts with the specific branch, office and government agency my parents worked for. It kind of explains to me why she skyrocketed in promotions.  Her father is retired now, but I found myself wondering, "Were my friends chosen for me?" I know this sounds VERY strange, and I wonder if it is just a coincidence and don't want to become a conspiracy theorist about my own life, but it bothered me greatly. Their defenses of my family grew so strident, and it made no sense even from their end. This is why I wondered about things even if I am wrong.  The Army friend betrayed me in some serious ways. The other webs I had discovered my mother weaving certainly were vast enough.

Both friends seemed to act like they still had contact with my family. They defended my family, they were AGAINST my going no contact, and they stood against my adoption search. This means these friendships were doomed at that conjecture. Yes all of these felt like betrayals, built up and then I knew I had to walk. With the Army friend, she hid the reality of one famous uncle from me, which was odd and told me one brother was a drinker, and poor when he was another uber- wealthy financier. The endless lies were exposed. I couldn't trust any of them anymore. Some of the direct treatment was enough to walk too.

The last fight with the millionaire friend began this way.  She told me her 1200-1800 square foot house in a nice suburb was not big enough especially for her growing glass collection, and that she wanted to buy a house worth more then half a million with 4-5 bedrooms. I live in a poorer fly-over state so these houses would be around 3 million alone in California or maybe around 1 million in cost in Chicago. The houses she chose to look at ranged around the 5,000 square feet mark. I went online to look at her potential houses on Zillow.  They were huge mansions.

When she raised this topic, I wanted to ignore this and dropped some major hints but she pressed on but she told me to look them up and I did. She has no children or partner and wants to live in one of these giant houses alone which creeped me out. I also did not fail to notice she selected houses with giant staircases even on the outside, I probably would not even be able to get inside due to disabilities if I ever was able to visit. The week she was telling me about her real estate plans, we were very low on groceries, and had no money. I was stressed out to the hilt. Our food co-op had encountered supply issues that week so even that source for groceries had been diminished. The last thing I was in the mood for was hearing about a woman who had been given everything in life bragging about her new real estate plans.

One thing, while she would get me used estate sale items such as some used Tupperware or some pots and pans,  bought me health food store shampoo and gave me gift cards for my birthday, she was the type that did not like to mix money and friendship which is a boundary I adhered to. On my end I would make her paintings for gifts. I gave her one last Christmas.

I don't want to be begging to people myself.  That's enough to bring on loads of shame. People have helped me unasked many times in life, but I am not the type to go begging and well, sometimes inside, I would wonder, "Why isn't she helping me?" especially when things got dire. Her real estate bragging and my personal circumstances that week did not mesh. Some of you may even be in shock reading this entry, if you are a long-time reader of this blog, to realize Peep had two millionaire "friends" from college during all the severe poverty.

It did get painful during her visits while she paid for the very rare lunch maybe once every 6 visits, she could easily drop 500 dollars in front of me buying jewelry and house items , at the various local antique shops we went to. From my end, I had saved very carefully around 40 dollars to go out to lunch, and to have entry fees to the museums or art center for the few days she was here. I could not afford any jewelry or antiques. It got depressing. I never recovered in some ways from the lost of my husband's career  and that move 10 years ago. Sometimes I still want to double over in grief where my life has ended up. No one seems to care about the pain supposedly "its all my fault". Now I know hanging out with Lenora Helmsley was a bit extreme and hard on my pysche.

                                                       two other college era paintings  I gave her.

 I never feel like I could depend on her in a pinch, or that she was really there for me. Does that make sense? One doesn't want to mix friendship and money but I started wondering how she could watch me flounder even with the groceries with no help. I had too much pride to ask direct but she knew what was going on. We got money that week, and chances are I never would have had to ask, because my husband got another new transcription job, that paid a bit more but it got to me.

Maybe a friendship with such vast socioeconomic differences is doomed to failure anyway. She never even attempted to understand my life or even how I lived. It triggered me too, as my blog readers here know, my self esteem has taken a battering because of my better off family that put me down for poverty and it's not easy living in an upper middle class area I have stayed in for better medical and other resources. All these issues mixed together.

I realized with horror, she did look down on me and it wasn't going to get better. Chances were, I was not going to win a big money Lotto to be an equal. Someone on here commented once, that the only friendships that truly work out are ones of equals. I believe people of different socioeconomic groups can be friends, I have even had homeless friends myself, and known friends in the six figure category, but there, the people have to see themselves as equal human beings, not with one seeing themselves as superior and the other as an underling.
She treated me like a burden, like she could see sitting on her stoop one day. Her mother by the way 20 years ago told her to dump me as a friend because I was "too poor". A few years ago, she told me once if I ever became homeless she would never take me in. I don't even remember how the topic came up.  I know my feelings about her changed. She knew I'd always move into a disabled apartment first as an adult before living under someone else's domain, but that bothered me. My mother held that same attitude. They looked at me like I didn't deserve anything.

Some months earlier she had let the bomb drop, that she spent more then I live on every year on accupuncture alone, at her local holistic health clinic. That kind of floored me. She gets other treatments too, so this told me how vast things were between us. It bothered me. 

She has the right to spend her money on whatever she wants, and to live her own life, but I knew a rupture in values was occurring. I started seeing her as very materialistic and self absorbed. Not all rich people live that way either. It drove me crazy instead that even with just 1/10th of her money the goals, dreams and opportunities I would have far more access too. I got angry about the lack of imagination. Maybe this was judgmental on my part but she was always focused on STUFF. I remember odd conversations with her, where I would ask her, "How come you don't travel?" "Why not explore that avenue of life?"  I wondered why she had no greater yearnings. I hope this makes sense.I had bad thoughts that she was just like my mother, where stuff meant everything to her and that she had become shallow. One day on the phone, I got angry and asked "Where is your imagination?" And why on earth do you just want to buy a giant mausoleum and fill it up with stuff?"

It is sad to end a 30 year old friendship and now I have ended two of them. The main reason I ended it was her lack of empathy. I also realized with horror she had no emotional investment in me. Why did she even visit me?   I can't spend my life being around people who see me as inferior to them. My ACON recovery has changed what I will put up with in people, and I know my ice queen mother led me to far too many ice queen friends. One day watching the show Hoarders, I saw this woman who even had serious problems, being hugged and shown love by a friend. It made me burst out in tears seeing that. My friend didn't even care enough to get upset enough over the demise of a 30 year friendship.

I do think when psychologists warn abused people they will re-enact the abuse in other relationships this is true. Like my mother, she took no interest in who I was. I was a reflection for her. Reading my blog, would have meant seeing me as an actual individual, so that is why she refused for some many years.

When I did end the friendship, it did hurt, that she never broke out of social worker mode and never showed one emotion about it. She never attempted to apologize or to patch things up. I told her in my last letter if she had, and showed any care for me, that would have stopped me ending the friendship in my tracks. 

Here is what I wrote:

"I can tell from the tone of these letters your emotional investment in me is very little.  You don't want to be close and do not see me as a person of any worth. You defend my abusers and use cold social worker language on me instead of the responses one would expect a friend of 30 years to make. Maybe my expectations were too high and you just saw me as an activity buddy. Our expectations of friendships do not match. Right now I know I can't even talk to you about anything deep and meaningful anymore because I am judged as "not letting go" and being "too emotional" and always the one in the "wrong". Because you are treating me the same as my family did as a person of no worth and someone you do not love or care about, I am walking away for good. I doubt you will feel much pain over this as I will,but I made the decision, that I would give you one last chance to give me in these emails ONE KIND WORD or degree of sympathy and empathy, before I walked away and you failed and failed miserably."

Is Sinead O' Connor Now Homeless?

What happened to all her money? I find myself wondering if her abusive family or abusive agents have grabbed control of her finances using her mental illness to do so. I doubt someone who ripped up the Pope's picture, and who warned rightly about sexual abuse with the Vatican, would be cutting much of a break from Catholic dominant Irish courtrooms. It is sad and pathetic that someone of this much fame, would be left to fester alone in a hotel room.  It shocks me there isn't one fan, helping her out to keep her off the streets. There's no social worker out there who can't help get her into an apartment or to find placement for her or anything? Something is really wrong with this picture.

As I have written on here before I believe Sinead O'Connor has been punished for daring to diss the Pope on live TV for decades and is also the scapegoat in her family. She may have serious bipolar or personality disorder issues, I don't know, but I believe her abuse in her case made her mentally ill. Some know the toll the entertainment world takes on many with their deep dark evils. She probably had many hanger-ons and false friends at the peak of fame who simply dumped her and walked away as she aged. Many mentally ill people are abandoned by their families. I wonder if some took her money and ran with it. I never knew of Sinead O Connor taking hard drugs or living high on the hog to have gone through her multimillions so where is her money?

Here's some of the latest:

Sinead O' Connor accuses manager of identity theft 

 Sinead O'Connor Attempts Suicide: Was She a Victim of Narcissists Too?

Thursday, August 3, 2017

So Wonder Your Kid Comes Home From School Starving

Without a doubt cheaper food has less nutrients in it.  I agree with the scientists who say obesity is a malnutrition problem. When I have more money I go on a salad and vegetable quest.  When I think of eating out on the rare occasions I can, I think of lettuce and cut vegetables and meat, not sugar. Cheap food sucks. Processed food is gross. The bags of potato chips and Chip Ahoy cookies did me no favors as a child. Please give your kids REAL FOOD.

Reversed Policies

Yotsuba: Japanese Manga

The last couple of years I have been reading some Japanese Manga and anime. These have been volumes mostly checked out from various area libraries. The Yotsuba series is about 10 years old and written for a younger audience. I found it very endearing. The comics starring a young girl who is excited by life and new experiences are very sweet, and funny.  I've always had a fascination with Japanese culture though I never have visited Japan.

Boogie On Why People Get Fat

He believes in CICO and "the dream" of being thin, I no longer do. I have to "fight" to not even gain, and yes it gets scary.  I only lost 13lbs last year from 537 down to 524. [Water and fluids can impact this weight of course too] This even took effort. Yes I probably have it far more complicated with severe Lipedema and other issues, but maybe with him they never discovered what is wrong.

Two months ago I hurt my ankle, this is one reason you have seen a bit less of me. I can still walk on it, but it has been in pain for a long time. I am scared of gaining weight from having to stay off of it. It has driven me crazy, my usual "walks" were wiped away. They did an X-ray and didn't find any cracks. I had managed to walk a block for the first time in years, what did it do? My ankle said "Screw you, I am out of here!".  Being fat sucks. It didn't break down that particular day, I was on this gung-ho quest to walk and take pudge off and wore my ankle out. Well I always had taken short walks to keep from gaining but I was trying to expand my territory.

Boogie does bring up abuse in the video, in this blog in the past, I have put up posts about how abuse has been connected to obesity in studies, I do not think this is an "overeaters" or food addicts issue, but one related to sustained levels of cortisol, and the effects of stress on the brain. I do believe there is a tie between my extreme abuse and what became of my health, definitely. The pictures of me as an otherwise not yet fat but plump 9 year old with a giant huge moon face, spoke for themselves. My cortisol probably was through the roof.

If anyone can escape obesity all the best to them. If I won the Lotto, I'd go on some vacations and then maybe put myself in a spa with a fancy health food chef and attached gym. Anyhow, I feel for Boogie too, in his case he's managed in other areas of life pretty well. I hope he makes it through his weight loss surgery okay. I am in the place I do not know what more to do. I'll go buy a bunch of vegetables tomorrow, the chicken breasts, the "proper" food which I have to do to keep the diabetes at bay anyhow, and do what I can, but there's a point you can only do so much.