A Formal Disagreement
Aug. 18th, 2020 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI woke up in the middle of the night...maybe even midnight? I thought for sure I'd be able to sleep again before my alarm went off, but nada. Lots of time with Lady Miss Friday, though. Thanks to lots of coffee, I managed to stay focused, stay sober, and get ahead on some things.
My mother posted that absurd image of Trump with Jesus holding him, and I finally Unfollowed her. But then she started commenting on a meme she'd shared a few days ago, claiming the protestors are violent, rampaging mobs, and advocating government violence...again. In response to my article citing the *many* instances of police provoking violence and attacking peaceful protestors, told me I had a screw loose, I shouldn't read the "fucking Guardian", and to not get pissy with her. As to Breonna Taylor's murder, she claimed with no source that there was secret info out there exonerating the murderers. And to the studies showing 40% of domestic abuse happens in police families and my individually posting each instance of police brutality, waved her hand and said she "wasn't going to read that shit."
I don't back down from anything, ever. I will never drop a topic to keep the peace (unless someone specifically asks me to, and then I make sure the other side knows it.) I kept my fangs sheathed, was unfailingly polite, and even made the effort to keep using "Mom" instead of "Mother." Side note: I'd actually forgotten that throughout my entire childhood, Dad was just Dad or Papa...until I got mad at him, and then he was Father. Mum apparently noticed that a long time ago. But this feels like some additional distance between us that we'll never get back from. It's even more tragic because this nonsense is Father's voice speaking through her, not to reduce her own agency.
It was hot AF all day (duh-doy), and maybe it was the volatility with my mother, but I couldn't stop thinking about our rabbit that died of heatstroke when I was little. I freaked out...more than a little. Turned on my fan, wet down Lady Miss Friday, and laid with her on the bed. It was convenient, because we had an Ohm Hour of reduced usage...for 4 hrs.
Towards the end of the day, I found a Reddit devoted to Community, and one devoted to Alison Brie. Joined them both, but the Community one isn't very active...and don't have the reference to Highlander listed on their Easter Egg page. I gotta figure out how to start that discussion without coming off as a troll.
Tim called in the evening - he's planning to swing up this weekend, if he doesn't have any plans up north before. Since I was so productive during the day, I made sure to email The Center about getting counseling again. Tim's therapist agreed to see me, but cautioned that she doesn't keep secrets between patients. When I got done laughing at the idea that I would have secrets, he agreed to send me her info. He agreed that I tend to downplay things, and added that in my usual extremeness, mine gets to a gaslighting and delusional place.
I didn't find myself hungry all day, so didn't bother eating. I did have a protein shake after work, though, and then one drink later in the evening. Naturally, the Eric Juice made me want actual food, but it was late enough I just took my pills.
My mother posted that absurd image of Trump with Jesus holding him, and I finally Unfollowed her. But then she started commenting on a meme she'd shared a few days ago, claiming the protestors are violent, rampaging mobs, and advocating government violence...again. In response to my article citing the *many* instances of police provoking violence and attacking peaceful protestors, told me I had a screw loose, I shouldn't read the "fucking Guardian", and to not get pissy with her. As to Breonna Taylor's murder, she claimed with no source that there was secret info out there exonerating the murderers. And to the studies showing 40% of domestic abuse happens in police families and my individually posting each instance of police brutality, waved her hand and said she "wasn't going to read that shit."
I don't back down from anything, ever. I will never drop a topic to keep the peace (unless someone specifically asks me to, and then I make sure the other side knows it.) I kept my fangs sheathed, was unfailingly polite, and even made the effort to keep using "Mom" instead of "Mother." Side note: I'd actually forgotten that throughout my entire childhood, Dad was just Dad or Papa...until I got mad at him, and then he was Father. Mum apparently noticed that a long time ago. But this feels like some additional distance between us that we'll never get back from. It's even more tragic because this nonsense is Father's voice speaking through her, not to reduce her own agency.
It was hot AF all day (duh-doy), and maybe it was the volatility with my mother, but I couldn't stop thinking about our rabbit that died of heatstroke when I was little. I freaked out...more than a little. Turned on my fan, wet down Lady Miss Friday, and laid with her on the bed. It was convenient, because we had an Ohm Hour of reduced usage...for 4 hrs.
Towards the end of the day, I found a Reddit devoted to Community, and one devoted to Alison Brie. Joined them both, but the Community one isn't very active...and don't have the reference to Highlander listed on their Easter Egg page. I gotta figure out how to start that discussion without coming off as a troll.
Tim called in the evening - he's planning to swing up this weekend, if he doesn't have any plans up north before. Since I was so productive during the day, I made sure to email The Center about getting counseling again. Tim's therapist agreed to see me, but cautioned that she doesn't keep secrets between patients. When I got done laughing at the idea that I would have secrets, he agreed to send me her info. He agreed that I tend to downplay things, and added that in my usual extremeness, mine gets to a gaslighting and delusional place.
I didn't find myself hungry all day, so didn't bother eating. I did have a protein shake after work, though, and then one drink later in the evening. Naturally, the Eric Juice made me want actual food, but it was late enough I just took my pills.
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