psychological
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Growing up, my dad didn’t have a lot of things. He was raised in an orphanage, beaten by nuns, and abandoned by his father. One thing he did have was two sisters, dad being the oldest, and a strong desire for the family that he never had. One sister, my favorite aunt, died some 35… Read more
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I stay in correspondence with one of my House sisters from last year. She was with partially with me during my three month intensive stay and I like to think that we’ve grown closer after our ordeal than what we were during. This woman is probably one of the most nice and devout Christians that… Read more
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When I was in Florida, I missed this season the most — well, second most. Green leaves turn to red, brown, and yellow. The limbs are barren. Corn, once nurtured to be tall and strong, is swept away, much like death taking our own – stalk by stalk. Life by life. During this time of… Read more
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The maid/mother/crone isn’t new to me. Rather, when I was fascinated with Wiccian, the trio really it home. I found it echoed in Greek and Roman mythology. Of course, it’s present in Catholicism and Christianity. The three can be found in movies, books, and television shows. Video games have entire constructs about the three. First thing that pops into… Read more
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I was talking to someone yesterday about the lack of contact from my psychiatrist. She provided me with insight that never ever, ever, ever considered. — The person claimed that I felt the psychiatrist abandoned me. She urged me to reach out to the psychiatrist. I was the person who was ‘abandoning.’ I jumped to conclusions… Read more
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Head Shrinkers is how my dad used to refer to the psychological profession. Or, to be short, just ‘shrinks.’ I’m willing to bet this sounds like a derogatory term for those in the profession. A person doesn’t go through college, internships, and the fear of starting new to be referred as a poor name. I understand… Read more
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I’ll admit that I’ve been binge eating cereal for the past two or three days. For those who are catching up, binge eating for me is about a gallon of milk and family (or giant) box(es) of cereal that mysteriously vanish in under 24h. I’m not ashamed… okay, so maybe I’m a little (lot) ashamed of it, but it’s… Read more
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This term I’m a co-teacher. Okay, this is no big deal. I’ve been a co-teacher before for this particular college. What it’s supposed to amount to is a third of the pay at half of the work. The theory is that, since this is a beginning class of new online learners, that two teachers is… Read more
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Okay, so going to the grocery store isn’t a big deal for most people. If anything, given the way the online trend is going, grocery stores are a bit of a hassle. In a generation or so, we’ll simply have everything auto-shipped from Amazon. Or, possibly, everything will be pre-ordered and be delivered drive-thru window… Read more
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My life in song: — The lyrical version… — When mom and dad worked all the time my theme song was “Bad to the Bone” followed closely by “Free Bird.” Elementary/middle school – when I was being bulled and had no problems being mean right back my song was “Veteran of Psychic Wars” by Blue… Read more
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