Darkness Until Dawn

 Well, it's back to this. The one thing the professionals can all agree on. Boundaries. I've started wearing earplugs almost 24/7. Even with them on, I hear more then I need to hear. Funny thing is, with tone of voice and other nonverbals, yo entiendo Espanol. More or less. Comprendo italiano. More or less. As far as the Hablo and the parlano, that's where I run into trouble. Funny thing is, sometimes I like hispanics more then Italians. Maybe I'll give up on English, Italian, and Spanish and learn... well, there's always binary. That's just a lot of 1s and 0s.  I'm trying to keep my communications spaced out. Use fewer words. Now people are like, we want to "lay eyes on you". So I'm having people do that. If enough people do that, maybe everyone else can find something else to talk about and think about. So back to the Self Care School of thought. My coursework has been extensive. I've passed all the hobby electives. I've got the three...

Moving away, and then back towards The magnetism, I can't avoid You pull me in, I push away You're back again, you're here to stay. You've got your words, and I've got mine We've said enough, we've had our time Tell me what you want to hear... Do you miss the old times we had together? I've been walking in my mind. Past the oceans of my thoughts... finding respite from expectations that quickly rise and fall. And as I pass the memories, And there is joy within my soul once again. Quietly I set my pace... away from the words that others place... And though they come to judge again... I let them say their peace. Ignoring all the sneers. For sneers and snarls are easy friends... That does not make them right.  They will never like my words, They may not like my pace... But in my time I do forgive... Let them have their hate. ©️ 2025, Accountec, LLC

It was a customer from out of state. She came in, I was the one available. I try not to be a counselor when doing taxes. It wasn't even a tax matter. Yet she wouldn't go away till she was heard. She needed a voice of reason.  Whether someone had told her the wrong thing at a tax office, whether she had constructed it, or whether someone at the company responsible for the specific problem involved had misspoken, whether someone in her family or in the world had given her the wrong idea, or whether it was just bad policy, no one will ever know.  Sometimes I want to help too much. And she was triggered out the wazoo. Bills to pay. Refund was stuck somewhere. I'm pretty sure most people in that office heard just about everything she had to say. Sometimes it's like that. You work the day shift, you take walk ins, you get problems from other places. Other people. Other companies sometimes. There was a specific policy and a different company and a different office in a differe...

     Well, This boundary was recommended by the Psychiatrist. This one carries LPC Branding. I like the Social Worker Brand. Soft on the eyes. Hmmmmm... this one is faded.... The lettering on this one is not clear... This one is too bright... red's not a good color for boundaries. This boundary doesn't have enough starch. Throw them all in the washer. Fabric softener makes these boundaries go over well. Hmm.. this boundary could use a little vinegar right here. Do I have enough boundaries? There's a store for that too, I'm sure. Found some boundaries over here. These boundaries aren't working anymore. I'll give them away. They work for somebody. I don't like the Busybody Brand. The MindYourOwnDamnBusiness Brand. That's one I can live with. Do they make t shirts? Maybe I'll put it on a tie.  Changed my emergency contacts. Old ones not working for me anymore. What's this one's phone number? LPC-WOR-K4ME. Yes, that's the number. I can rememb...

Dissociative Disorders like DID and Borderline have a lot in common. These people have bad boundaries. They tend to lose themselves in other people. They have patterns They return to the same places, same people, time after time. Oftentimes they are runners. They misplace trust. This is nothing new. McClean knows this. MIP knows this. Most every mental health organization or counselor out there knows this. The thing is, all this starts somewhere. You learn this somewhere. It all comes back to those same places and people you started with, The places and people that you trusted first. The ones that taught you to learn how to walk, to read, to trust in the first place. Dissociative Disorders start somewhere, You wanna find the origins? You don't have to look far. It starts before you end up at one of these places. You trace the footsteps back, you track the running... it walks all the way back... back home. Bad boundaries are learned. They are taught. When you have a Dissociative Dis...

 Another trick I used in the ER while they were talking about me was an arcade. In my mind I played pac man, donkey kong, a martial arts game with a moving screen i can't remember the name of, space invaders... I kept my mind busy. Pong. Tennis. Whatever arcade game I could think of.  I thought of different foods. Peeling an orange. Thinking the sensations. Crunches. vanilla.  Sometimes when I can't sleep I think about my favorite foods. For the nuts, I like walnuts, pecans, and especially almonds. I love to go too the canned almond isle. What's the brand? Diamond? I pick a different one... Usually they're on sale, so i'll get two or three cans. The vinegar ones, honey, the BBQ... love those things. The nutritionists haec run me through all the diets and formulas. The colors. The plate formulas. Vegetarian, seafood... I always fall back on a combination of Mediterranean and complex carb. Few starches, lots of fruits and veggies, yogurt, my pasta is always wheat, not...

 So in the hospital, I was talking about trauma memories. Symbols. Places. That kind of thing, And then they changed it to bipolar again, and I really don't think they actually believe that they just want me to stay away from certain people. Hence the boundaries. You don't fix this with medication. That's not how it works. I was not manic. You know this. I was dissociating. It was obvious. This is not bipolar. It never was. You know this.  My family wants it to be bipolar, so it can be the meds, and it can be Gateway. Gateway's never going to take someone with a trauma disorder. That's not what they do. Just because you change a code. That doesn't make it true. That's why clozaril doesn't work.  But people are still gonna look for a place to put me, even if that place doesn't want me. A fake dx don't make the wheels turn. you knew it too. You emphasized the boundaries. You hated the memories and symbols. Because this is not bipolar. You think Gat...