This is a concept that has always bothered me. My great grandma was seventy five when I was born. She bowled in three leagues until I was ten. For me I see people at thirteen who are more mature then people who are nearly thirty. I believe each person should be judged (if they must be judged at all) on their own merits, not based on silly things like age or gender. What about you? What is your opinion?
April is child abuse prevention month. So many of my friends, myself included, are survivors. The thing about surviving is we mostly don’t talk about it. It becomes a dirty little thing that gets hidden because no one wants to hear the truth. We get told to be quiet or told we are lying. This makes trying to heal all that much more problematic. One of my friends is waiting to write her story until her mother dies. Simply because every time she tries to speak of what she went through, her mother tells her not to. The man who molested me was allowed to harm others because when I finally stepped forward no one believed me. It took another to send him to jail. Another friend worries about her son as his father molested him, and was court ordered visiting rights. Speaking up only works when it is believed.
My voice shakes… but I have not lied. So for those today whom are out there fighting what you have survived… you are not alone. Speak… no matter who tries to silence you. Write, if only for yourself, no matter who tries to stop you. What you say, even if you are afraid, may help you find your bravery.
I got a kindle fire today. Up till now I’ve always used android devices. Admittedly I avoided apple products because of the disturbing proprietary nature of their devices. Amazon’s Kindle fire tablet has many of the same flaws. It is a flaw in computers and tablets. You are required to use a certain set of programs or apps depending on who puts out the device. Android and Linux are the most flexible in this, but even they have their limits. I was asked why I chose a Kindle fire instead of a cheap android.. well the answer is in order to be sure that even half of my apps would work I would need a device well over a hundred dollars. This tablet which i could verify at least half would work on, only cost $65. So i went with the lesser evil. However it is a painful change. As nothing Google works on this. So i have lost my Google maps, and the luxury of Google docs. It means no chrome or Google search. Amazon truly set this up for a consumer as there is less ability to personalize it..All of my lovely Widgets are unusable. So while I do love this tablet, I mourn the usability that a pricier tablet may have provided.
He always seemed to be a mark that poets of my generation were expected to try for. While I enjoy his work, I found others who touched my soul more.
Posted by Patricia Harris, Author on Thursday, March 24, 2016
It often amazes me how easy it is to feel that special boost of ego. A small compliment or a happy customer. Today, I received a boost. I have been feeling lately a lot down on myself, my art, my crafts and my writing. Its hard to feel good about stuff when one’s own family doesn’t seem to feel pride with what you have done. Now in the last two days, I have had two amazing compliments. The first was from my twelve year old. I ordered the proofs for my novella, and my children’s book. I gave them to my daughter. Well the other night as I tucked her in (cause yes i will still tuck her in every night so i can get that lovely hug and kiss each night), she told me she had read the children’s book. She said it was kinda good. Which is for her major praise. Then I had a day of good writing, followed by a day of productive crafting.
So today I had a visitor. who provided ego boost number two. I had laid out the pendants I made to try to plan a display. and she saw them. She was so enthralled by them that she kept telling me how beautiful the pendants are. It made me feel so good. I think in general we forget how small compliments and acts of kindness can affect the day of a person. So I think i will try to hand out a piece of ego candy (Compliments that is) every day. I recommend everyone do this.
One astute blog commenter once said that this blog was “the death of art and meaning.” I kind of took that as a compliment. Do you understand the type of power I have to construct a boo…
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Last night i had the most horrific thing happen….my Phone died. Now understand….My cell phone was basically a tablet…i used it for everything. It was my calendar, my communication, my camera, my kindle, texting, my writing tool, and my gaming device. Everything except a phone. I may loose progress on some of my writing because of this. I have a laptop that i borrow from my boyfriend. It is a older model, windows xp laptop. It is missing the backspace, the tab and the m keys. It so doesn’t have the CPU or the hard drive space to do much more than simple programs…however until i can replace my tablet…i have no choice. I am not out on the streets broke, but there is no extra money. I am scraping to try and get a vehicle, and of course my microwave broke as well. So yes, i cannot afford the extra expense of a tablet. Which for me means suffering to write on this crappy laptop. It means dealing with the extra headache of accessing WordPress through an android emulator because the browsers on this laptop seem to have issues with most pages. It means in order to blog or even try and update my author page on Facebook I will have to sit down and actually fight this beast. So though i am enjoying the blogging and enjoying the spurt of writing i have been doing lately, it means life will likely interfere a wee bit more. Please bear with me. I will update, but it may not be daily. I am going to get me another tablet, it just may take me some time. thank you for understanding, or i am sorry if you don’t. This is just how my life goes.
Okay I have put this one on hold. And that is because it isn’t an easy topic. I survived. And I am far from the only one. So It isn’t a topic I feel comfortable with. It’s not a topic anyone should feel comfortable with.
Before I get any farther into this topic…. if you are being abused, get help. If you are feeling suicidal because of all you have suffered call
1 (800) 273-8255. It’s a hotline.
There are so many forms of abuse. And there is even forms of self abuse. As I really don’t want to go too far into most of them for the possibly triggering effects it can have on those reading this.
The thing about abuse is though it can take many forms, it always has the same effects. Damage to the mind and body and souls of those who are abused. The survivors often feel alone and anxious. Please if you have survived…know you aren’t alone.
Well this is an odd thing for me. I often ramble. And I tend to use my blog for two reasons…. either to rant or to “advertise” my writing. So I probably am an odd duck on here. I do not follow the normal way of things. My writing follows language rules and grammar rules. However I am not one to follow the rules of what is politically correct. I by my nature am terminally blunt. That tends to come out in my writing…
My blog has taken a bit more random feel as i am trying to write on prespecified topics as well. I enjoy comments because it feels like someone is interested in what I have to say. Since I have started doing this blog I have found a reason to write more than I did before. And I feel guilty if I am unable to write that day.(usually I end up finding a way. I can’t sleep until I manage it).
Sappy holiday wishes to everyone… yes even you the unloved. You actually aren’t, but especially around the holidays, any and all holidays… it often feels that way. Or it feels like you are unlovable. Either way it means a miserable day as everyone around you speaks of family and loved ones. While you just seem so very alone. If you need someone… don’t be afraid to reach out. Very likely another person you know is alone.
Honestly i dread the time begging around Thanksgiving and ending around Ostara. Not because I don’t enjoy the holiday( even if there is a buttload of them crammed in a four month span). I dread them because the members of my family suddenly expect me to socialize. So it feels forced. I don’t hear from some of them any other time of the year…. most of them don’t have a clue anything about me (likes/ dislikes, etc) but because of some overdone holiday…. eh well i believe you understand. So i end up depressed. I end up questioning everything. Then I end up considering others who maybe feel the same way. Well this year… it resulted in me reaching out. Please if the holiday is too much… call someone. Go see someone. For there is always someone who loves you, whether you realize it or not.
Pattimouse 