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Wing manned

February 16, 2017 - 23:24 -- Admin

Going at out night is hard for me given anxiety and medication. But I'm lucky to have a friend willing to pick me up and take me to events of mutual interest. I used to go out weekly to organised activities like playing RPGs but after the injury that eventually ceased.But I managed to have an in the community adventure thanks to the wing man and interact with positive people.Hooray for getting back out at night!

There was a black cat on my back

February 16, 2017 - 13:06 -- Admin

I read in weird poses. Just before I had the tablet on the sofa and I was kneeling on the floor to read. When you have a body that is always hurting you have to shift around to shift discomfort since sitting in the one way causes pain to bank up.So the black cat took advantage and hopped on my back for a five minute sit before hopping off to sit on the armrest and try to stare in my face.It is a deeply loving yet unsettling animal.

Yay, birth control!

February 15, 2017 - 12:50 -- Admin

I was watching ABC news when I realised all three presenters were women and that they were women was incidental. As in it was completely normal and unremarkable.Except it is remarkable because up until effective contraception became available women were shackled by their uterus to being at home.My mother was one of these women who could launch herself into the world for a career on her terms and only accepted marriage on her terms.

Joyful squeaking causes distress

February 13, 2017 - 13:29 -- Admin

I was sitting with my son who was happily playing an iPad. He was making joyful squeaking noises. My injured brain subconsciously interpreted his happy noise as sounds of distress and it induced anxiety.So I remoted myself to the end room to get away from it.Later he joined me—to show off the set up railway set in the end room—and the squeaking began again.

Got angry and yelled

February 11, 2017 - 21:25 -- Admin

I yelled at my son after he splashed me in the face with water. Fight flight triggered for a moment and I yell-asked if he wanted me crying on the floor of the shed because that's what can happen when fight flight triggers. I kept yelling if that was what he wanted.He cried and I hated that I made him cry. He got over it but I didn't---I loathed that I had lost my cool and monstrously guilted him.

Duck gone

February 10, 2017 - 22:46 -- Admin

The evil duck went to a nice family who needed a duck. theboy nearly aborted the deal when he casually mentioned it was a psychopath but I don't think they heard him. Phew!My nurse friend corrected me though when I'd called it that---the duck was actually a sociopath because that was its usual behaviour.

Took one for the environment

February 10, 2017 - 22:32 -- Admin

It's hot as fuck in the nation's capital and today I did a load of washing. But instead of using the dryer I hung the clothes on the line as there was a plea not to overburden the system with excessive leccy use lest it cause a brown or blackout.I use a dryer because I am short and I have a pain-wracked body.

Not a burden even when I am

February 8, 2017 - 23:52 -- Admin

I had another raging grief out and went to walk it off, out in the rain and lost in pain. As I walked I reflected how my injury puts a burden on those around me because they have to deal with its symptoms—a fierce susceptibility to sudden noise and occasional irrational outbursts to cite but two. As I walked I recalled the worst thing you can do is to think yourself a burden—even when you are. Yes, I am a burden; but no, it's not my fault—I was injured.

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