please
today
touch me not
keep a distance
you sit on the couch
I will wash dishes
see me not
I’ll be okay
cheer me not
or I feel a debt I cannot pay
make no noises
nerves will explode
I am silent
I do not respond
it is not personal
please understand
I am sorry
today
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Daily Prompt: Simplify
I once saw a meme on the internet that used a picture of two electronic control boxes to simplify common (or perceived) personality traits in men versus women. The one box, representing women, had fine tuning controls for just about every possible emotion and situation in life, resulting in somewhere around 30 knobs and pointers. Of course, the other, representing men, had only one: a toggle switch that said ON/OFF.
I was reminded of it the other day, when my wife and daughter, after having a few cups of tea, decided they wanted to go grocery shopping. They asked if I wanted to come along, and I said “sure, it’s better than sitting here”. So they told me to get ready, they were going in a few minutes.
I went and had a shower and shave, then got dressed and said “Ok, are we going?”
They were still drinking yet another cup of tea. Then, they had to get changed, put on a little makeup, fix the hair, finish up the dishes in the sink, put out some cat food, check Facebook, find out those winter knee boots don’t fit anymore. I stood there jingling my keys for a bit, then came to the realization that this was going to take a while. So, I took of my shoes, went upstairs, made a cup of coffee and a sandwich.
As soon as I sat down at the kitchen table, I hear someone say, from the bathroom “OK, that’s it. We’re ready”. Out they come, dressed to kill. Wife says “I thought I told you to get ready”. Nearly choked on my sandwich. Had to think of a good one-liner, so I said “What’s with the outfits? It’s not like we’re going to Wal-Mart or anything.”
God love them. Looking at those control boxes above, I think maybe both of the sexes could use a little of the other’s traits. Yes?
One small step
Today I received news that the editor of two local newspapers will be running a bi-weekly column, written by yours Truly, beginning in March. It’s not much, but a good feeling just the same. There’s a little bit of money, so technically I can call myself a published author. If it works out, perhaps I can negotiate something a little better.
Sweet dreams
in the dense darkness of the woods
there’s a perceived foggy softness of light
a way out, let’s hurry now
in a tree tunnel, as promised
closer now, we’re there
what follows is gaining
the way is barred
a barricade
a weathered rail fence
two heads high
knitted over with barbed wire
grown over with creeping vines
a quick look to right and left
its madness extends into the gloom
what now?
there’s deadwood, pick it up
use it as a lever
pry the stiff rails
hold them open
spread the barbed wire
apply tension, tune to the key of E
it is angered, I am cut, cut, cut
part the curtain of withered vines
dive through now!
more cuts, but life will heal
kick out the braces
keep one, it’s a perfect mace
climb up that tree
nice and dark in here
blood dribbles onto the fist and makeshift club
the obscenity approaches
I hear it, I smell it
demented screams and triumphant laughter
it thuds against the camouflaged barrier
more screams, now of pain
it has no higher brain, you see?
and knows not how or where I am gone
it climbs, crying crimson
my club, my mace
heavy, with jagged brokenness at its end
this thing of filth gains the top
bloody claw and drooling maw
I swing hard
so hard, I fall to forest floor
I hear grunts, choking drowning sounds
I am still enraged at this dogged pursuer
Through the pain and bleed I climb once more
and drop down upon it, flailing, flailing
the mace
like a mad dog struck suddenly
it makes a piteous show of aggression
then flees into the dimness
I stand in tremulous tears,
put my braces back up once more, with more care, more care
open the curtains
I am back on the right side
and it is in the wrong
will it heal and renew its rabid pursuit?
away, away, I hear
a cry of scorn, derision,
but also of defeat
it is gone, I think, forever.
Lies we tell, lies we are told
whiskey warmth in the belly
ah, what a good substitute
warmth of spirits for spiritual warmth
I think I will buy this
I think I want it
I’ll take it home. It will make me feel better.
it’s the latest. I’m back in style.
something to show, something to show
I’m saving up
a down payment
on that beauty beauty car!
then I can pay by the month too!
then, in six months
the thrill is gone
I feel funny
I feel anxious
and sort of doomed
hey, let’s go to the casino!
I’m only taking a hundred bucks with me
I’m not gonna use my bank card
come on man, everyone’s doing it
it’s a real trip
only lasts a couple of hours
you’ll be glad you did
in the evening of life
having navigated it all
we sit now in front of a blurting glow box
spoon feeding the same old, same old
The siren song of the neon God.
“Er, excuse me?…” Asking for help
I think this story needs to be out there….
One thing I say every time I give a presentation on mental health and autism is how important it is to be able to ask for help when you need it. It is such an important part of maintaining health and wellbeing but is often an incredibly difficult thing for many us to do.
I have spent most of my life as a stoic – not even thinking that asking for help was an option, even when I was in dire circumstances. I didn’t give it much thought, I simply didn’t put my hand up for assistance from friends or family or health professionals or others whose job it is to take care of people. Sadly, while some of this was due to my base level of stoicism, I also had a number of experiences where health professionals had not exercised their duty of care to me. This would put…
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Once upon a December
In nineteen hundred and eighty one
At Christmas time, with Mrs. Dunn
And two unruly cats out for a ride
we headed west on 401
And branched off to a northern run
Just me, myself, and Deb (my pregnant bride)
In two more months, she would be due
And the cat would have its kittens too
and I would be beside myself with glee
But we were in a nasty stew
A snowstorm on the avenue
It slowed us down, and I could hardly see
Two hundred miles we had to go
On Christmas Eve, through blinding snow
To Mom and Dad’s, upon a northern bay
The wind was blowing to and fro
The road, it was a horror show
I couldn’t tell which was the proper way
Then all at once we took the ditch
Our Christmas plans had met a hitch
The wife and I (and cats) were all okay
then, someone stopped ( his name was Mitch)
And said Ain’t that a son of a bitch
And helped us back upon our merry way
He towed us with a cable hook
A little time was all it took
To get us once again upon our tour
Then gave us both a funny look
And said “A room, you’d better book
They’re closing up the highway now for sure”
Now, further up the road a way
We found a place where we could stay
And had to wake the landlord from his bed
The room was cold, but anyway
We slept our Christmas Eve away
And woke at dawn, with shadowings of dread
Another foot of snow there was
‘Twas quite enough to give us pause
I shoveled just enough to let us pass
The cats were busy cleaning claws
The wife was all upset because
We’d let ourselves run almost out of gas
This Christmas morn, the roads were clear
The storm had stopped, the sun was here
We woke the sleepy landlord once again
He had some gas, among his gear
He filled us up, said “Never fear-
You’ll reach your Mom and Daddy’s place by ten”
And so, we reached the northern bay
And spent a cheery Christmas Day
The memories would stay with us a while
We watched their little grandkids play
With starry eyes, and I would say
This year, we had a lot to make us smile.
Bed time
What they say
a) Stop eating at least two hours before bed.
b) Develop a bedtime routine.
c) Avoid unnecessary lights, like TV and computer screens.
d) Use your bed for sleeping. If you know you can’t sleep, get up and do something else.
e) If that fails, do mental exercises that will weary you (not counting sheep)
f) Remove any clocks from your room. It will lessen the anxiety.
g) Drink warm milk.
h) Try to empty your mind.
I) Eliminate any sources of noise.
j) Do not over-stress about sleep. It will come.
What I do
a) Bring a muffin with me, in case I get hungry.
b) I have a routine. Turn on the humidifier, stick the night guard into my mouth, take about six different pills, fill up the water bottle, put on the air mask, stick that bolster under my legs for the back pain, find that most comfortable position after ten tries.
c) Take the iPad to bed, snap it into its holder, so I can read and write laying on my back.
d) If I can’t sleep, read some more blogs and write some more silly poems.
e) Mental exercises include naming the 50 states, and trying to remember the words to
“I am the Walrus”
f) Set my alarm for 7:30 so I can drive my wife to work, then go back to sleep.
g) I tried this, but it makes me pee five times.
h) My mind is already empty. I fill it with ideas of what to write tomorrow, what bills I forgot to pay, whether the car will finally conk out, thinking I have made conflicting appointments, hoping that meeting with the newspaper editor will go well. And, if I happen to get a sudden inspiration to write, I turn the iPad back on and go to town before I forget.
I) Noise? No problem. Close the bedroom door to drown out the wife’s snoring from across the hall, and put those earplugs in for good measure.
j) Instead of over-stressing about sleep, I play a game with myself. I try instead to stay awake.
She was only a baby
What else can I say?

There was another shooting at another school in the United States this past week.
I know. Yawn, yawn. It doesn’t even make the headlines anymore.
But still.
Think of the teachers who kiss their children goodbye every morning and grab their travel mugs of coffee as they head to school. Think of the parents, millions of them, who pack lunches for their kids and check homework. Picture them kissing their children and putting them on the big yellow bus.
Think about how much trust it takes to send children off to spend the day in the care of other adults. Think about how much trust it takes to go into work every day as a teacher. Think about the number of school shootings that take place in this country every month.
I used to be a teacher. I went to those terrible, horrifying trainings on how to react to a…
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I believe in yesterday
I would like to ask some things of those who have felt, or feel now, that they have an undiagnosed or “phantom” disease. Let’s say your doctors are confounded, or are losing patience with you. Tests continue to come back normal. You feel anything but normal. Your family feels helpless, or worse, tells you to snap out of it. Your social life is going downhill because you won’t commit to plans, or cancel them at the last minute. You have one “good day” out of a week, or maybe two weeks.
Depression is one thing that I am very aware of, and have been treated for, and doctors have told me that physical symptoms can be coupled with this condition. If that is so, and chronic 24/7 pain and debilitating weakness can be attributed to it, then I would say it is the worst thing that has ever visited this old guy.
I know, from reading some of your accounts, that sometimes the desperation is so great, we feel like throwing in the towel. I have even followed people on WordPress that seemed to me as if they were going to do something desperate. That’s when I realize I’m not there yet, and I try to keep them talking and check in with them frequently.
How do you stay afloat?
What has the medicine man told you?
Is your family supportive, or do you have any community support?
What’s your percentage of “good days”?
Do you feel as if you’re being punished for something?
So many more things I could ask, but that’s good for starters.
I appreciate your reading.
Lee
