Doing Our Best

  When I freak out I cry. I really cry. I wail straight from the gut of my soul. I do that sobbing thing that you see in those well-acted movies that makes you want to sob too or run away super fast. Case in point, last night I was replaying those messages of having…

Flat Line and Hooters

Some kind woman (I am assuming) wrote an informative and well-meaning comment on my other blog, Everyday Aspergers, about rapid cycling bipolar. After that I spent an hour being triggered by thoughts of yet another feasible diagnosis, and that’s likely why I am still braless with teeth not brushed, obsessively blogging. I asked my partner Dave,…

The Canoe Factor

The last time I was upset with my boyfriend David, I bought a canoe. Here’s a bit of what the timeline looked like: Surfed Internet as source of self-soothing, aka stimming. Craigslist further assists in stimming pursuit. (a public forum with job openings, miscellaneous stuff for sale, discussion forums, etc.) Found photo of awesome canoe—in…