Hi Bill and Angelica Marie,
Bill, thank you very much for sharing your personal experiences. This manner of explanation is incredibly gracious. It truly brings us to a more substantial understanding of the concepts you are introducing. To be as engaged in this life and in the manner you describe yourself to be invokes admiration. You are innovative, inventive, caring, and genuine. I suspect this bit of praise might not be your cup of tea - but I am so grateful to be in this place at this time reading this and wanted you to know.
I'll work backward from your last two posts because the topic of suicide is a giant attention-getter. I will only speak for myself, and I know that probably goes without saying, but I just want to be clear about that and leave no question of arrogance or presumption. But the healing potential of your theories in action holds such fantastic implications for our community here that I hope my impression is of some use.
Waking up with a colostomy is one of the most bizarre things that I ever experienced. Taking care of this little lifesaver stretched my sanity and had me walking around for weeks like a deer in headlights - shaking my head with eyes wide in amazement and mouth sort of hanging open. It's not that I was completely unfamiliar with ostomies or freaked out by them - when I was 18, I met a woman in her 40s at my place of employment who was to become one of the best mentors I ever had, and she had an ileostomy. She was also a real talented seamstress and had a side business called "VIP" - "Very Intimate Personals" - and she made really nice custom men's and women's underwear for folks with ostomies. She started out sewing stuff for her to wear to cover her bag during sex. I'm sure there's an entire industry for these products now, but in 1982 she was the only game in town. This was back in the days before the WWW, so she advertised in health magazines. And her business was booming! I used to help ship orders sometimes, and we became very close friends. Also, my grandma had a colostomy, so I grew up hearing the gas noises and seeing the different supplies in the bathroom and being careful to only hug on one side and not squeeze too tight.
I only bring this up to perhaps demonstrate that my personal reaction to having an ostomy and how it changed the way I felt about myself (vulnerable) and how I perceived the world (scarier) was an entity of the whole experience that left me stunned and unbalanced. A recipe for depression, anxiety, panic, you name it. So the concepts and models you developed, Bill, mean a great deal. We all need a strategy to achieve personal happiness. The reasons for one's reactions are elusive, and a model for identifying why we are the way we are or feel the way we do holds great potential.
I often think about the first time it ever occurred to a surgeon to save someone's life by pulling a healthy section of intestine out of their abdomen. Now THAT I think was some ingenious lateral thinking!
Back now to "working on drags and uplifts". With the big Thanksgiving holiday looming next week, there are some issues in the wings that I considered needed a bit of thought. Holidays are just tough. Even if you have a 'perfect' situation with loved ones available and engaged - something or someone usually dinks it up. (Borrowed your word). I already anticipate some high emotions, so I made a list. I started with pros and cons as headings. Then I changed that to "drags" and "uplifts". I found that I could record a lot more stuff under the "U" column. So that felt good - although I may not be identifying things appropriately yet - but it's a start. And yep, I have a couple of things in the "D" column as well. But it's not a 1:1 ratio, is it? I suspect those Ds have enough emotional energy potential to cause an unwanted release. I am "heads up" on them already though. That counts for something very desirable. The proof will be in the pudding....
Best Regards and Wishes,
Andrea
Bill, thank you very much for sharing your personal experiences. This manner of explanation is incredibly gracious. It truly brings us to a more substantial understanding of the concepts you are introducing. To be as engaged in this life and in the manner you describe yourself to be invokes admiration. You are innovative, inventive, caring, and genuine. I suspect this bit of praise might not be your cup of tea - but I am so grateful to be in this place at this time reading this and wanted you to know.
I'll work backward from your last two posts because the topic of suicide is a giant attention-getter. I will only speak for myself, and I know that probably goes without saying, but I just want to be clear about that and leave no question of arrogance or presumption. But the healing potential of your theories in action holds such fantastic implications for our community here that I hope my impression is of some use.
Waking up with a colostomy is one of the most bizarre things that I ever experienced. Taking care of this little lifesaver stretched my sanity and had me walking around for weeks like a deer in headlights - shaking my head with eyes wide in amazement and mouth sort of hanging open. It's not that I was completely unfamiliar with ostomies or freaked out by them - when I was 18, I met a woman in her 40s at my place of employment who was to become one of the best mentors I ever had, and she had an ileostomy. She was also a real talented seamstress and had a side business called "VIP" - "Very Intimate Personals" - and she made really nice custom men's and women's underwear for folks with ostomies. She started out sewing stuff for her to wear to cover her bag during sex. I'm sure there's an entire industry for these products now, but in 1982 she was the only game in town. This was back in the days before the WWW, so she advertised in health magazines. And her business was booming! I used to help ship orders sometimes, and we became very close friends. Also, my grandma had a colostomy, so I grew up hearing the gas noises and seeing the different supplies in the bathroom and being careful to only hug on one side and not squeeze too tight.
I only bring this up to perhaps demonstrate that my personal reaction to having an ostomy and how it changed the way I felt about myself (vulnerable) and how I perceived the world (scarier) was an entity of the whole experience that left me stunned and unbalanced. A recipe for depression, anxiety, panic, you name it. So the concepts and models you developed, Bill, mean a great deal. We all need a strategy to achieve personal happiness. The reasons for one's reactions are elusive, and a model for identifying why we are the way we are or feel the way we do holds great potential.
I often think about the first time it ever occurred to a surgeon to save someone's life by pulling a healthy section of intestine out of their abdomen. Now THAT I think was some ingenious lateral thinking!
Back now to "working on drags and uplifts". With the big Thanksgiving holiday looming next week, there are some issues in the wings that I considered needed a bit of thought. Holidays are just tough. Even if you have a 'perfect' situation with loved ones available and engaged - something or someone usually dinks it up. (Borrowed your word). I already anticipate some high emotions, so I made a list. I started with pros and cons as headings. Then I changed that to "drags" and "uplifts". I found that I could record a lot more stuff under the "U" column. So that felt good - although I may not be identifying things appropriately yet - but it's a start. And yep, I have a couple of things in the "D" column as well. But it's not a 1:1 ratio, is it? I suspect those Ds have enough emotional energy potential to cause an unwanted release. I am "heads up" on them already though. That counts for something very desirable. The proof will be in the pudding....
Best Regards and Wishes,
Andrea