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Just a quick note to keep my resolve alive

16 Dec

Wyoming Shelley shared this prayer, and I had to add a line to the end.  It’s been keeping me going the last couple of days, and I thought I’d share it with you.

The Light of God surrounds me. The Love of God enfolds me.
The Power of God protects me. The Presence of God watches over me.
The Mind of God guides me. The Life of God flows through me.
The Laws of God direct me. The Power of God abides within me.
The Joy of God uplifts me. The Strength of God renews me.
The Beauty of God inspires me!
Wherever I am, God is!
Whatever God is, I AM!

Just thought I’d share.

 

 
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Internet Rules for Teens

05 Dec

The teenage years contain immense changes and produce amazing evolutions, but the road is almost always a rocky one.  Emotions flare, opinions change daily, and the culture of today makes the transition riddled with far more dangers than it did in the past.  Back in my day (did I really just say that?!), we had to go through the same feelings and conflicts that kids do today, but we had different means with which to deal with them.  We had diaries that were locked up with material keys, we had notes that we passed back and forth in school, we had anonymous “friendship books” sent to far-flung corners of the world…

And kids today have the internet.

The problem is that the internet makes it very, very easy to pop off with the first reaction and post it for all the internetted world to see.  That means that mistakes can easily become indelible – trapped forever on some horrifically well-maintained server in a cold dark co-lo room, protected from whatever disasters may befall the human race.  A sufficiently advanced technology hundreds or thousands of years into the future will find this data and determine that we met our end due to our overwhelming lack of compassion and overabundance of meme reliance.

In a far more immediate way, we create the landscape of emotional land mines with our carelessness and our “need” to be heard “right now”.  I put “need” in quotes because it’s not a real requirement for our emotional survival – it’s an impulse to have our feelings validated.  The issue here is that not all feelings need to be validated by others.  Sometimes the value of a thing is just to write it out, to be able to see the words staring back at you, not necessarily anyone else, and by that, examine them again.

To that end, these rules have emerged through the trial-and-error of our age.  Parents and guardians of kids might want to share them, invoking consequences if they are broken.  Just like the classic household rules of “look both ways before crossing the street” and “don’t try to eat anything bigger than your head”, they’re meant to both teach and protect.

1. If you’re writing a blog post in the heat of fury or other intense emotion, mark it as “Private”.  When we were kids and we scribbled furiously in the middle of the night about what assholes our parents were, outlining in brilliant detail all of their multitudinous sins, it was often in a notebook we hid between our mattresses along with our pilfered porn collection.  We were the only ones that ever saw it, barring the few close friends we dug it out for, and years later, we’d go back and read those entries with enormous embarrassment that we could have missed something so obvious or have used that kind of language.  Today, a blog post is, as I mentioned, forever, potentially indexed and saved in perpetuity.  Total strangers can do a search and find those posts, even if it has nothing to do with what they were looking for.  Worse than that, relatives and friends can read that and perhaps rally to help – except most of the time, there’s nothing to “help” with – or worse yet, crawl up the posters behind with the proverbial Blowtorch of Justice.  It’s just an emotion and not necessarily something that requires action.  And the internet is not so good at telling the difference between the two.

2. When you pick a screen name, be prepared to keep it forever.  Oftentimes, we don’t mean to keep our screen names, but sometimes it just works out that way.  If you frequent two or three or more forums and you use different names on each, the other people who frequent those boards will get confused and call you by other names from other boards.  This isn’t that big of a deal, really, but it can be a serious problem going into the future when you realize that the name that most people use to address you is SexXyKittehRomp3r453 – and you’re really just a 14-year-old kid in rural Iowa.  Screen names are not just ways to identify yourself online – they are revealing themselves to be a means of developing your identity.  That means that they’re going to change sometimes as you yourself change, but sometimes, those changes don’t stick.  Don’t start off with something that’s going to rain embarrassment down upon you for years to come.  Be prepared to proudly introduce yourself at RL meetups with your screen name of Jackboots or LARPmagnet.  It’s hard for people to take Fr0steeZlutt97 seriously.

3. Protect your identity.  This was one of the first rules of the internet, and it’s a classic for a reason.  Teens especially are in a particularly vulnerable position when it comes to being victimized by predators – they don’t have the experience yet to tell a shy person from a shyster.  That’s not saying anything bad about teens, it’s just a matter of time.  However, in the meantime, it’s easy to fall prey.  In order to create a bit of safe space, there are three things that I’ve always insisted on from my under-18 crowd: don’t use your real name, don’t use your family’s real names, and don’t ever give out personal information to people you don’t know personally in real life.  This is especially true in the public forums because it’s not always the guy that’s chatting you up in the C-box that’s going to be the problem – it can just as easily be the guy who has said absolutely nothing to you directly but has your information, and he’s the stalker that you’re going to have a serious problem with.

4. Photos don’t go away, so don’t make them a liability.  There are a couple of different sides to this one.  First, the rules haven’t changed: suggestive pictures of kids under 18 still count as illegal pornography, and it doesn’t matter one bit if you were the one to take them of yourself.  Also, the kid that wants you to text or otherwise send him/her pictures of your junk (etc) does not respect you as a person, I guarantee it.  They’re not old enough to understand quite what that means, so I’m not suggesting that they are Bad People, but the result that you’re looking for is not the result that you’re going to get.  Second, do not post pictures of your face to people you don’t know, and certainly not of your immediate surroundings.  A sufficiently clever person can suss out where you live with minimal information, so don’t provide it.

5. Keep your friends lists organized.  Facebook and now Google Plus give us the opportunity to talk to people all around the world – people we may or may not know how we know.  We may end up with 500 or more “friends” on our lists because we’re networking for social games or because we happened to have one particularly popular “friend” in common.  Here’s the great thing about both of the major social networks: they can be organized.  You can set up LISTS in Facebook for Family, Friends, Mafia Wars Buddies, Knitting Folk, Basketweaving Friends, Political Yahoos, and more.  In Google Plus, they’re called CIRCLES, and they work roughly the same way.  The point is to keep your friends lists organized like this so that if you want to advertise that you’re going to be working at the charity car wash on Saturday at 1111 Main St in downtown Walla-Walla, Washington, you can tell your local friends that you know personally, and not the creepy guy two towns over who’s been lusting after your Doc Martens.

The internet allows for an incredible range of freedoms that we didn’t have Way Back When – and to a great degree, that was probably a good thing.  Now, though, it means understanding what real freedom is – specifically, that you have the right to say whatever the hell you want and no one is going to protect you from the consequences.

That’s the upshot of freedom: that it goes both ways.  Honestly, I’m glad to see the change in the world that this is becoming obvious, but it would be nice if our next generation of adults went into their “productive years” with a little more wisdom than Y U TAZ ME BRO?

 

 

The ultimate gift

06 Oct

There seems to be some confusion from many quarters about an opportunity I’ve taken up recently.  To be specific, I know a young fellow in New England who is in need of a kidney.  I am pursuing the possibility that I may be able to give him one of mine.

As I discussed this with friends and family, I was stunned that some parties were actually against it – vehemently.  This completely boggles my mind.  I literally could not conceive of anyone wanting to stand in the way of an act of true and compassionate generosity.  Other seem to be merely confused with a lot of “what makes this guy so special?” kinds of questions.  Maybe the best way to explain my process – and make no mistake, it is a process – is to write it all out here.

(And perhaps by this, others will be compelled to consider the same path, but that’s their choice.)

I’m not going to name names, but let me tell you about this fellow.  He’s a young man, 21 years old, and he was born with one bum kidney and the other only operating at 20% capacity.  It held out for a few years, but it finally gave up the ghost in his early childhood and he was blessed with a transplanted kidney.  This one worked for quite a very long time and only ceased functioning over three years ago.  Since then, this young man has been on dialysis three times a week, rain or shine.  He was also born with other medical issues, but they were all resolved.  This is the “hold out”.

As a person, he’s bright, clever, slightly cynical, artistic, creative, and has a great outlook on life.  He’s openly gay, supports others being themselves, no matter what, and has a great deal of love and support from his amazing mother and step-father.  He loves to build prop pieces for theatrical productions, goes to steampunk LARP events as often as possible, and enjoys video games and horror movies.

He’s an ordinary kid with extraordinary potential – which is precisely the same potential that every other “ordinary kid” possesses.  The difference is that he doesn’t have years and years left in his life to real-ize that potential.  The studies on how long someone can live on dialysis are shaky.  He’s young, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t do drugs, and that’s all well and good, but these things don’t automatically mean that he can use the Machine indefinitely.  The Machine is not as efficient as an actual kidney, and toxins build up, causing stress on other organs.  The longer he’s on dialysis, the less time he’ll have in the long run – and the harder it will be for his body to accept a new kidney.

The first phase of determining compatibility is blood type, and we are both Type O.  He’s negative and I’m positive, but that doesn’t come into play so much.  We’re also both fairly small people, and size does matter in these instances.  I will have my blood drawn at a nephrology clinic here in Dallas and sent up to the transplant team in New England to determine if I’m compatible enough to enter into the next phase of screening.  If I make it that far, I’ll go up there for further testing, and if that passes, I’ll stay for a few weeks and go through a routine surgery by one of the best transplant teams in the nation to give my kidney to someone who needs it more than I do.

After all, I was born with a spare.  He wasn’t.

I am not so daft as to pretend that there aren’t questions and fears in my own heart as well about this – “low-risk” is not the same as “no-risk”, after all – but when I’m being challenged on my beliefs and stances, I am far less inclined to discuss them openly.  Still, they need airing, as they are important to acknowledge. (As we say, “Feelings Buried Alive Never Die“.)

Yes, I know I’m a single mom with four kids, and that they are my top priority.  If this were even a mid-risk procedure, I’d have to decline.  However, everything I’ve read and everyone I’ve spoken to in the field – including transplant specialists – assures me that complications are minimal and that a little forethought and preparation can keep the worst of the worst from happening.  Recovery time is only six to eight weeks at the outside, which is as much time as it would take to recover from a severely broken bone or having a baby (which I’ve done a few times).  In the worst-case scenario that something happened to me, though, I also trust my co-parents and family and friends to step up and help raise the kids in the best way possible.

If someone had to lose a parent, would you want them to have to say “car accident” or “war casualty” or “mugging”, or would you prefer something more like “giving their life in an act of ultimate generosity”?  I trust that I have raised my children to know that risks exist, that things happen, and that a negative outcome does not make an act of ultimate love a wrong thing.

My gut says that this is a moot point, that nothing bad will happen at all, and that life will go on afterwards just as it did before (albeit probably with a cup or two less of coffee per day), but it’s a question that bears answering.

My personal biggest fear is that I will be able to do this thing, that the transplant will take place, and then the kidney won’t last very long, that it’ll be rejected and that he’ll be back where he started in only a few years.  There are ways around this – the transplant team may be talking about doing a bone marrow transplant at the same time to lower those chances – but if I’m able to give a gift of this magnitude, I want it to last for multiple decades.  That may be selfish… that’s not the right word, but I can’t think of the right one… because I know that it will last as long as it can, possibly for the rest of his life, however long that is.

Perhaps the point that escapes the masses is that there is a sense of urgency, but not so much that it can’t be thought through.  Yes, I’ve considered the possibility that maybe one of my own kids might need a kidney in the future, and I’d like to think that making a “karmic deposit” like this would increase their chances of finding a donor since I would not be able to.  And at the same time, with my own knowledge of how to keep a healthy body running well, I’d like to think that such a thing would not be necessary.

There is another aspect of “karmic deposit” as well that is even more personal, and that is that one of my nieces also needs a transplant – but it’s not for a kidney.  It’s for a heart.  That is an enormous thing because you obviously can’t provide a living donation for a heart, but I’d like to believe that whomever in the future could grant her this gift of life would do so with the same spirit of unconditional love and generosity.

This act only takes a moment out of a two huge, full lives.  Who among us has the word “donor” on our driver’s license in absolute honesty?  If it is because you don’t really care what happens after you die, that is still commendable because you are still enhancing lives, but if it’s because you truly believe that literally giving of yourself so that someone else may live is the right thing to do, then you stand with me.

Do not misconstrue my statements and take away from it that I feel that everyone should be a living donor if they’re capable.  You must live in your own highest conscience.  I only wish to explain why I feel that I can, and I ask that you respect my highest conscience as well.

Namaste!

 

In defense of passive-aggressiveness

19 Sep

All Rights Reserved, the Cartoon BankWhoa… I can feel the heat from here… Before I get too much hate mail, please read further.

Passive-aggressiveness is a behavior trait wherein a person expresses their discontent (to whatever degree) by subtle and manipulative methods.  A great example is when someone walks into a room and their partner perceives that something is wrong, but when asked, the first person says, “Nothing’s wrong.”  That person then goes about slamming around dishes or doors, being generally irritating and pissy.  They don’t admit to or address the issue, instead resorting to non-direct expressions of their own negativity.  There’s also the “double-negative reverse psychology” tactic which is demonstrated in these lovely signs I found doing a quick (and hilarious) search on the webternets.

This is the kind of behavior that is generally considered unacceptable and unlikeable.

We would like very much to just tell people who behave in a passive-aggressive manner to just cut it the f**k out.  I know for me personally that there are few things that will set my temper off faster.  At the same time, I’m all about understanding a problem before demanding a solution since, obviously, if you don’t understand it, you can’t really fix it.

It strikes me that the most obvious issue is that those with the P-A attitude might be responding to the feeling that even if they did speak about their actual problems, they would not be heard.  People normally raise their voices to be heard, which is where yelling comes from in the first place (think about this in your own lives), but sometimes that doesn’t work so well because the sister-reaction to that is, “If you’re going to yell at me, I’m not going to listen even more.”  The P-A person has to then find a different way to express their discontent, and that’s when doors are slammed, dishes get broken, and feelings get hurt.

The “defense” part of this essay is that that P-A person is not going to fix their problem just because you do not want to put up with the dark oppressive cloud of their negativity.  If you demand the behavior change, it will manifest in another way, or worse, it will force those feelings to get shoved down even more, and that’s always a recipe for disaster.  (“Feelings Buried Alive Never Die.”)

The key to fixing the problem, then, is to create an environment where the P-A person feels safe expressing their anger and validated in their feelings.  As the listener, you now have to make a commitment to 1) not judge their feelings, no matter how unreasonable their conclusion sounds, until after they’re done talking and 2) to try to find a compromise, even if it means changing your mind about something you feel is fundamental.

Be warned:  this process can take a while.  Sometimes when the P-A person starts to feel that they’re being listened to, their feelings start pouring out of them in a seeming flood of statements.  DO NOT try to jump in.  Don’t worry about picking up on every little thing that’s said, but certainly listen for the high-points and important topics.  Once the flood is past, address those high-points in as much of a logical order as you can muster.

Some P-A people may take this advice to the listeners as an offense (“If you cared about my feelings, you’d listen to every single word I utter!”), but this is where my advice to them comes in:  You can only be responsible for your own feelings, and this exercise is not to express your factual concerns but rather your feelings.  Whether you mean to or not, you’re going to talk about a LOT of stuff that isn’t really going to be factually pertinent because they’re your feelings.  It’s important to get them out, to let them go, but feelings are not actions.  Feelings are passive, and you have to choose to do something with them.

It takes a lot of work on both sides, and the whole process should probably start with a clear statement that the listener/recipient wants to help the P-A person resolve their behavioral issue, and additionally that the P-A person recognizes that they have a problem and that it needs to be resolved.  It will take time and possibly some false starts, but for the behavior to be corrected efficiently, you’ve both got to keep at it.

In the end, you’re both improved immensely by the behavior.  The former recipient becomes a flexible, compassionate person, and the former P-A person feels confident and secure within themselves and their relationship.  It’s a tough job, but for many people in a variety of relationships (lovers, parents and children, roommates, siblings, etc), it’s got to happen in order for you to feel the love for each other.  Love is what makes the world go round, and we can never have too much of it.

 

A remarkably unusual emotional landscape

09 Sep

To pretty much anyone I know, if you were to make the above statement to them in relation to me, the automatic answer would be, “Well, DUH!”  Of course I have a remarkably unusual emotional landscape, but every now and again, I’m reminded in a quantifiable way of just how.

See, that’s the odd thing about it: we all know I’m weird, but could you tell me how I’m weird?  And is my weird unacceptable?  (A lot of people seem to think that it is.)  Why is it unacceptable?  If you try to tell that it’s not unacceptable, aren’t you really just trying to avoid hurting my feelings or starting a fight?  (These are the things that I cannot perceive and do not immediately understand.)

It’s a bit strange for me to think about these things right now because I know that my diet has been fabulous and that my supplements have been spot-on, and yet I’m feeling very much in touch with my Asperger’s.

Maybe I should give a little background story here…

This train of thought started when I was doing my weekly Reading of the Blogs.  Some of these blogs are by people I know personally, some are by writers I admire, and some are on topics that are important to me.  A massive collision happened when I read through a writer’s blog about his current adventures (details being unimportant, lest they skew the point), a friend’s blog about a shared event, and an autism blog.

The first emotional response left the train station heading east, achieving a steady speed of 65 mph after ten minutes.  This response was made up of an abstract and strange jealousy, a weird little beast that I rarely encounter in my internal world.  Someone got paired up recently, and I do not like their partner at all – but I have no reason to not like their partner, I have no reason to think there’s anything amiss – and yet I am deeply protective and defensive, expecting that there’s going to be a great deal of trouble in the near future.  I couldn’t possibly have this original person to myself – that kind of relationship is alien to me in the first place – but that this other person was messing with my

Well, there’s the problem.  This someone has no relationship to me at all.  We’ve never even met.  Why am I having this strange, irrational response?  I don’t like irrational responses.  They’re irrational.

The second emotional response left another train station heading north, achieving a steady speed of 85 mph after 6 minutes.  My dear friend reported a shared experience, as I said, but the representation of it was so far outside of my perception that I had to look back and check the date to make sure that it was even the same thing.  And then the ending comment about how things would be after that experience was past was… almost as bad as the thing we’d shared in the first place, if not worse.

Now, to understand this confusion, remember two things about me:  first, no matter how absurd or ridiculous, I will always believe what you say first.  Unless you have a long history of lying to me, I will assume the truth, no matter what, until proven otherwise.  So, I had to sit and look at this thing and ask myself, “Did it happen that way?  I was there… and I don’t really thing that’s… quite what… Is that what other people were responding to?  They thought that this was what I meant?  And what about this part here?  Is that really how I am…?”  It was possibly the shittiest feeling ever, to think that someone assumed enforced ignorance and possible malice on my part.

Or was that just dramatic pause?  Artistic license?  Is that really what is seen?

The third emotional response didn’t slow down as it passed the station doing 90 mph, leaving any passengers far behind.  It’s been running for a long time, and it’s fueled by sheer annoyance, defensiveness, anger, resentment, and indignation.  This one was tied in to the autism blog and a reiteration of the suspicion that I’ve had for a very long time that the onus is on the Autists to understand everyone else, but no one really tries to understand the Autists.

Yes, I know there are countless studies and reports and what-have-yous that try to describe it, and maybe there’s a shift in the understand, but I dare you to take a few links back in Rachel’s blog and not feel rage rising in you, either as an Autist, a relative of an Autist, or merely as a human being.  Empathy as the description of humanity?  The fuck…!?

But then that led me back to the second train (which was approaching the collision site very quickly), and I had to think about whether or not the friend could take into account my condition or their condition, or was still in denial over it, or maybe just didn’t see things the way I did, despite our commonalities… and then the third train barreled down even harder to press into my head that maybe the whole damn thing was just a stupid excuse to not be responsible, which is ridiculous because I’m probably more responsible for feelings than is necessarily healthy, but because it doesn’t look like everyone else’s version of …

And then the first train ran a hitch, jumped a track, jettisoned across the countryside, hit the third train just behind the engine, sending it clear over the mountain in a fiery ball of metal into the second train…

All I really wanted was an application of differential equations so that I could understand gear ratios.