Sunday 27 February 2022

Cognitive Behaviour Therapy mini-epiphany

Photo of a room with a couch

    Having completed a recent course of Behavioural Activation 'therapy', I agreed to be referred for CBT as a next step.

Small screenshot of D blog post from Portrait of Perpetual Perplexity
    And so far I'm having about as good an experience of it as I had in my younger days (which you can read about, if you haven't already, on my earlier post entitled Dialectical Behaviour Therapy, about 2/5 of the way down the page).

    (I'm 2 sessions in as I write, the 1st being a general chat about what I hope to achieve from CBT).

    I did have a small epiphany after session 2, though.  To my surprise.

Photo of graffiti reading what do you mean
    We were talking about how irritability is a symptom of my depression / fatigue / life-stuff.  And the therapist asked me what I could do when I felt an attack of irritation coming on.  At the time I wasn't sure how to answer the question.

    After the session, however, I came up with something while mulling it over.  And that is: take a second.

Explosion photo
    It sounds simple, and theoretically it is.  But if I can only remember to say this to myself I can hopefully interrupt the pattern of exploding at people when feeling irritable (after which I always feel terrible).

Notebook photo
    It can be abbreviated to T.A.S.  And then I can annotate it on e.g. my work notebook as a daily reminder.  And no-one else has to know what it means (unless of course they ask, as some will inevitably do).  I can even get myself some Tasmanian Devil merch to have on me when I go out etc.  (Wiley Coyote is my favourite, but I'll settle for Tas.)

Tasmanian devil photo - cute
    (Also, by the way, whilst Googling for Tasmanian Devil merch, those little Tasmanian devil critters are actually quite adorable!  I'd no idea!)

Analogue alarm clock photo
    So, this is what I shall start doing.  Of course, it requires more than just taking a second.  I need to use that second, and then the ensuing ones, to diffuse the impending explosion.  To ask myself, as the therapist said, is it worth the guilt of snapping at someone and then feeling terrible after?  (Which is a nope.)

    But I hope it'll be a good start.  And, it'll give me something the tell the therapist in the next session.



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Tuesday 22 February 2022

My first Cill shift - mini blog post


   The Cauldron has had a Cill for some years and I recently offered to help out by covering a shift.

    I was watching the clock and monitoring the sun as it descended in the sky.  Until it sank behind the buildings across the street.  And then I realised I'd better check the sunset time.  It was that very minute!

    I couldn't help but wonder, is this UPG?

    I immediately lit my candle and then started wrapping up my work day (working from home, still).  I sorted dinner and then tried to decide what I'd do for my shift.

    I did a little decoration of my junk journal (my latest craft project) and I started writing this blog post.  I also intend to work on cleaning some LARP kit of my husband's which I promised to do for him.

    Nothing hugely inspiring, but at least it's something.

    In the morning I'll be working again, but as it's from home I can light a further candle and use my lunch break to do something more which is creative in nature.

    I'm pretty pleased with myself as a total flame-keeping novice, I must confess!



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Tuesday 15 February 2022

When social interactions turn nasty - an emotion processing post

Pic of 2 artist dummies, one throttling the other
    My husband, bless him, is an easy target.  He's a nice and sensitive guy, who wouldn't purposefully cause any hurt to anyone.  He's very thin-skinned.  This apparently makes him low hanging fruit when other people -for whatever twisted reasons of their own- decide that they want to lash out at someone.

    I keep telling him it doesn't make him a bad person, it makes the perpetrators bad people.  But that's cold comfort when it keeps happening to you over and over.  From the one long-time supposed friend who suddenly dropped us when we no longer owned a car so could no longer be their taxi.  To the one who cheated on their spouse and is too ashamed to be our friend any longer because we happen to know their secret.  I can only surmise it's a case of 'nice guys finish last', here.

    This most recent incident is causing unhealthy levels of rumination in us both.  We don't need it, nor did we deserve it.  But we're still the ones suffering from it.  (I guess I'm beginning to come to terms, as I already wrote the one blog post; oh and it wasn't perpetrated directly against me.  But when my husband's depression is severe, that also impacts me day-to-day.)

    I really don't expect anyone to read this post, but I hope that in writing it I can get some more of the emotions out of my system.

    The backstory is this:

    My husband is part of a LARP group.  There is a Discord server for the group.  During Covid there have been limited LARP events so there was a regular weekly social, originally on Saturday evenings (later moved to late Saturday night, starting 11pm and going on until 4am - all because one of the members couldn't make it until they finished work at 11pm).

    Now that events are to start happening again, the group wanted to convene a meeting to start planning.  The '2nd in command' of the group put a poll on Discord saying: we're planning to meet 5pm Sundays.  Out of at least 20 members 9 voted yes to 5pm, 2 voted no and the remaining 9 or so did not respond at all.

    My husband pointed out that they'd picked the one time during the entire week that he couldn't make it.  He could literally make it any other time throughout the entire week.  He felt like complaining more strenuously than that, but I talked him out of it.

    The next meeting was also convened for Sunday 5pm.  There have not been any other days/times suggested or put up for the vote.  So this time my husband messaged the meeting organiser, who happened to have been a pre-existing long-time local friend (supposedly), to say he was feeling excluded because of the timing of the event.

    The guy's excuse was that there was a majority vote for Sundays at 5pm, therefore it was necessary to go with the majority.  And I'd known that'd be his response.  And in a sense he's got a point.

    My husband just pointed out again that it was the one day/time he's got a previous commitment.  He heard nothing back from the so-called friend at that point, he was just ignored.

    Then, the "group leader" posted this in the public forum of the Discord server:


    So, our supposed sh*tty friend -instead of picking up the phone on Messenger- effectively told tales to teacher.  Are you kidding me?

    And the sh*tty 'teacher', instead of getting my husband's side of the story, posted a way over-the-top diatribe, claiming to be inclusive but at the same time naming & shaming and putting the nail in the coffin of my husband's enthusiasm for being part of this group.  And mine.

    I have a number of issues with this whole escapade, as follows:

1) The former-friend selected the 5pm Sunday time and offered it up in the yes/no poll rather than a selection of days/times.  Probably anytime from about Saturday 10:30am through to Sunday 7:30pm would've been fine for the majority.  And this so-called friend knew about my husband's prior committment (okay, he may not have remembered - but my husband reminded him).  So I can see where my husband feels as though that time had been picked without considering him, at best, or to exclude him, at worst.

2) Those 9 people who voted yes to the meeting, would probably have been quite likely to vote yes to some other time over the weekend as well.  People are basically lazy, and will therefore often go with the flow for an easy life.  What of the 9 people who didn't vote at all?  It's quite likely that at least some of them didn't vote because that time didn't suit them either.

3) The following week, the ex-friend did the same thing, they put up a post reading: we're aiming for Sunday 5pm again.  Had they made it 3pm, my husband could've made it.  Had they made it 7:30pm, my husband could've made it.  So, again, you can see where my husband felt excluded.  Now, I get it, routine can sometimes be key to getting participation so I see why they may've wanted the same time.  But they didn't take the trouble to explain that to my husband.  Well, they never had the opportunity because neither of them could be f-ing arsed to pick up the phone to my husband.

4) My husband was aware that the former friend was the one organising the meeting, and that the ex-friend knew of my husband's prior commitment (certainly after being reminded).  When my husband messaged this person, he'd thought he was having a minor moan at a pre-existing mate about an annoyance.  Not challenging the authority of the North Korean state or something!

5) My husband used 'I' statements, such as "I feel I'm being left out".  What kind of Chinese whispers caused that to become an f-ing accusation?  Not even an allegation, but a downright accusation!  Somebody can't read properly, I'm surmising.

6) Nowhere in the group 'literature' (a few different Discord channel titles within the main channel, none of which have any pinned posts or anything resembling 'rules') nowhere does it specify that any moderation will be done in public.  Okay they probably hadn't actually thought ahead what they'd do if any moderation type situations did crop up.  Does that make it fair for my husband to be named and shamed the 1st time it came up?  Not in my opinion.  In my opinion, this wasn't even a moderation type situation.  I'll come onto that later.

7) How is making an I statement revealing a feeling of being left out, how is that rude?  Wouldn't it have been far ruder to keep quiet on the subject and then go around bitching to our other friends?  When did it become not okay to raise a grievance with a mate?  Okay, possibly my husband should've picked up the phone in the 1st instance, but he's not good with confrontation and he's really low in self-esteem so that'd be something that'd be really hard for him to do.

8) And this is a big one: they HAVE in the past DISCUSSED THINGS BEHIND MY HUSBAND'S BACK.  AND made decisions affecting him that he would NEVER have agreed to (because they were severe anxiety triggers for him).  AND THEN F-ING GASLIGHTED HIM, TELLING HIM HE DID AGREE TO THESE THINGS!!

9) Again, there was no rule stating that any grievances about any matters have to be raised publicly.  The meeting organiser was a so called mate, prior to this, and was the one arguably at fault (at least in my husband's opinion).  So my husband brought the matter to their attention.

10) The Saturday chats are also a sore point, so using them as ammunition is doing nothing to assuage my anger.  The Saturday chats were moved to an 11pm slot TO CATER TO 1 INDIVIDUAL.  That individual no longer attends, but instead of moving back to 7:30pm they carried on with 11pm.  This excludes me from attending, and means my husband is only able to attend for perhaps a 1/2 hour to an hour.  And when he does attend, he's too polite to butt in to the conversation so he never gets to get a word in edgewise.  Mostly when he does try to speak, other folk talk over him (this also happens to him in person, as he's very softly spoken so he is constantly getting talked over (even by me)).

11)  "I am sorry that somehow catering for the needs of other group members has caused you so much personal stress and hurt..." ...yeah, that's not a snarky remark at all is it.  In your open letter that you've made out is somehow intended to put to bed any recent animosity.
"we will not fail in trying to be as inclusive as possible to as many members as possible..." ...except those who raise feelings of not being included, and those individual* we will instead publicly name & shame, making them feel as small as possible.

(*this is not a typo)

12) "It will be up to each of us to check said thread.  Any hint that anything is not listed needs to be challenged at the time."  Wow, your crystal ball must be f-ing awesome mate - I'm afraid I returned mine to the shop because it wasn't providing me with that level of clairvoyance!
"Going back after several months will not work" think you made a typo there, mate, it was a couple of weeks not months.  Your amazing crystal ball doesn't also do proof-reading, then?
Yes, I'm being sarcastic.  If you can exaggerate, you tosser, then I can be sarcastic about it.
Also, if you'd bothered to pick up the phone (or set up a time on Discord) to get my husband's side of the story you might've been able to get your facts straight, here.

13) OMG, you're butthurt?!  Oh sh*t I'm SO f-ing sorry that YOU'RE butthurt.  We must be the nastiest human beings on the planet to have butthurt your butt's feelings.  You should get a time machine and go back in history and prevent us from being born!
Yes, now I'm being rancourous.  If you can allegedly be butthurt, I can be bloody rancourous.  Because I think you need to get a thicker skin there.

14) Had either one of these guys picked up the phone to get my husband's side of the story, he'd have felt included again and he'd have been fine with their explanations regards meeting logistics etc.  <Sigh>.

    I just wish I could say all of the above to your insensitive, unfeeling faces.  Or in your Discord channel.  But I know it'd only escalate things so I'm posting this here where you'll never see it instead.  (There.  I said it.)



PS in the interests of not putting out 100% negativity, compare the above to the one friend of ours who we've only known for just over a couple of years but who goes out of their way to ensure that my husband can get lifts to cosplay events etc.  Even when said friend has come down ill and is no longer intending to attend the event themselves.  They didn't let my husband down but still came to ferry him -unasked- so my husband could still attend.  For that friend, I am truly thankful.



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Sunday 6 February 2022

When things don't go the way you wish they would've - an emotion processing post

    Numerous times in the past I've had sabbats not go the way I've wished they would've.  But usually it's because I've not gotten around to planning anything and ended up just winging it instead.  Those times, it usually goes with a fizzle instead of a bang.

    This Imbolc, however, I made plans and yet things still didn't go how I wished they would've.  I even took a couple of days off work on 'Imbolc-eve' and Imbolc itself to try to make the most of the celebration.

    And I did manage to fit in some of the activities I'd planned.  But I was still very much only warming up.  I then discovered I'd done too much crafting in preceding days.  So I'd left myself with too little energy to follow through on the rest of my plans.  Instead, I ended up spending much of Imbolc watching YouTube, rather than doing what I'd wanted.

    Then I had to return to work on Wednesday.  And then a really upsetting social situation was perpetrated upon my husband.  So that was it.  I was too tired and now I was needed as an emotional crutch.  So it appeared Imbolc 2022 was over for me at that point.

    In the past this happened one Samhaim (2019 or 2020 I think, but I forget).  I'd had a bad day at work and missed my Halloween/Samhaim celebration that evening.  So I moved it to the following day

    Today, I've had a belated Imbolc observance together with my friend who's eclectic Wiccan.  I helped her with some gardening work and tending to potted plants, plus we had a cuppa and a catch up.  We even talked witch bottles and sigils for a bit.  It's been the first time in quite a while that we've met up with pagan themed activities in mind.  So it was nice to have that happen today.

    I just can't help but feel that my celebration was somehow tainted though, prior to today.  And I know that's kind of silly, for a few reasons.

    But it's at the back of my brain.  I think it's for a combination of factors:

1) I feel that one's 'supposed' to spring clean and then cleanse one's home at Imbolc.  But I cannot manage the spring cleaning part.  I was going to do just some cleaning, as a sort of symbolic effort, but I barely even managed that.  (I think I ran a load of laundry.  Which to my mind doesn't even qualify, as it's cleaning of clothing as opposed to cleaning of the home itself.)

2) I feel bad for just 'giving up' and sitting in front of YouTube after realising I didn't have the energy for my plans.  (Except that's silly, because that's not what really happened.  I couldn't manage my plans.  And I therefore just defaulted to watching YouTube in the absence of sufficient energy to get up and do anything else.)

3) I treat Imbolc as my New Year, so in a sense it's a potential time for new year's resolutions for me (as well as/instead of 1 January).  But instead of coming up with anything of that sort, my mental and emotional energy is being eaten up by this unpleasant social situation.  A situation which was inflicted upon my family unit (targeted at my husband, but when you target my husband you target my family).

4) There's nothing we can do about this social situation.  It's something that's happened to us, and that's an end of it.  We have no recourse.  It's worsened my husband's depression significantly, which has inevitably rubbed off on my mood.  (I also tried seeking an opinion from a friend about the situation, hoping they'd at least commiserate with me.  But instead they stonewalled me, simply saying "I don't know the other parties' motivations".  And then they got annoyed at me for continuing to talk about the situation, leaving me feeling let down on that front too.)

    I guess I should be really thankful for my eclectic Wiccan friend, who did commiserate with me (and I am grateful).  And I'm thankful for the online friends my husband's gaming with as I write this, because they've been keeping his mind off this other thing.  A bit.

    I might do a post about the social situation itself, not in the expectation that anyone will read it but just in hopes of processing some of the emotions it's stirred up.  I'm feeling dragged down by a depressive sensation, as opposed to feeling celebratory.  And even if I can manage to process these emotions (these 'proxy' emotions), I can't do it on behalf of my husband, obviously.  I'm not sure what I can do for him.

    I know that, in theory, one can choose how to react to a situation.  And I don't want to allow these people to live, as they say, in my brain 'rent-free'.  But more than anything right now, I wish I could evict them from my husband's.  With a great deal of prejudice.


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Book review (partial): You Can Heal Your Life, by Louise L. Hay

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