Multiplicity – Is naming parts harmful?

This post follows on from an earlier one called I am not Sarah.

Some people who have, or work with those who have, multiplicity get very anxious about parts having names. There is an idea that naming parts will increase separation, that it supports the ‘illusion of independence’ and will reduce internal harmony and health.

There’s a lot of ideas tied into this premise that I think are worth examining:

  1. The first is that names have power. This is an interesting idea, as an avid reader of fantasy I find it often. The Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula LeGuin is a perfect example, where people have their ‘usenames’ they use everyday, and their ‘truenames’, which they keep deeply secret or share only with those they most trust. To know someone’s truename is to be able to exercise power over them. Our entire field of psychology is based on the idea that to name something through diagnosis is helpful, will aid understanding and communication and help give you power over it also.
  2. The second is that naming a part will make it more separate. I’ve read arguments back and forth between therapists about how to identify parts, which terms are best, about whether to ‘correct’ multiples if they refer to their parts as people. I’ve read of multiples who refuse to name or allow names for their parts, or who become intensely anxious if their parts choose names because of this idea that naming confers independent existence.
  3. The third is that increasing the separation of parts is a bad thing. This comes from the medical model of DID. In this model, you are mentally ill, and it is your parts that indicate you are sick. Health is about getting rid of the parts, through integration or exorcism or suppression or whatever. Once all the parts are gone, you’re well again. Anything that makes the parts more separate or to function more independently of one another is going in the wrong direction as the goal is to merge everyone together or to collapse those parts that are ‘not needed’ and leave just one.

It interests me that each of these ideas are generally ‘accepted truths’, because investigating accepted truth is often fruitful. What do we think, why do we think these things, and how do we know they are right?

Some people read my outing of myself as multiple I am not Sarah, as a declaration that I disagree with allowing parts to have names, forcing everyone to operate under the group name Sarah. Not so!

My system, pre-diagnosis, used to organise itself roughly into a few groups. A handful who thought of themselves as Sarah, and who did a lot of day to day living and surviving. A handful who only turned up in very close relationships and thought of themselves as our middle name, Katherine. A handful who gave themselves no names but were clear that they were not Sarah, and would occasionally write very unhappy poetry about how much Sarah annoyed them. And lastly, the deeply cut off and buried ones who also were without names, without time ‘out’, just buried. Some slept, some screamed.

This is a pretty lousy structure. We’ve re-organised a lot over the years. Part of this process was finding a group name that everyone could shelter under, so that we didn’t have to identify individually. We chose Sarah, and disallowed any individual part from using that name for themselves, and the same with Katherine, because both names had such importance to us, and because the psych approach tends to create a hierarchy according to who has the birth name. The greatest threat to our functioning was now perceived to be the psych system, so we restructured partly to protect ourselves from them.

Everyone in my system (ie, me included) has either a name, or a title, or both. This is what makes it possible to communicate with and about each other. Therapy for example, can become extremely complicated if you are trying to talk about which of 8 Sarah’s you are trying to refer to! We can often deliberately trigger each other out using names or titles – maintaining their presence can be trickier, but calling someone’s name will often make us switch to them. It was engaging this process that was part of convincing us initially that we were multiple. Some multiples discover parts who already have names, so the whole question of whether parts should have names is moot. In my case things got pretty interesting at the point of awareness, with many parts very excited about names or titles (by titles I mean things like “The sad one”, “The librarian”, or “The 7 year old”. none of these are used in my system) Some parts, particularly a couple of younger ones, got very excited and rather confused and chose a lot of names for themselves until we worked out they weren’t remembering their previous choices and were accidentally making system mapping pretty confusing. This was a frightening and confusing time and we were worried that this process might make us ‘worse’.

Now, we’re pretty relaxed about the whole thing. I never give a fixed number for how many parts there are in my system, because I never assume that our system map is completely accurate and finished, and I’m comfortable with that. We have never yet been comfortable about openly identifying as individuals – on many blogs by multiples there will be a page where you can read about their system members – and I’ve always admired that, but it makes us feel incredibly exposed also! Maybe one day.

  1. So what about those first three assumptions? How have they played out for us? Well, names were powerful. Names took us out of darkness, incoherent and terrified. With names, came relationships.
  2. Did names increase separateness? Hmmm, that’s a difficult question to answer. My system has known a lot of internal wars over the years, massive power conflicts, terrible distress from banished members, parts getting lost and not coming out for many years… Relationships were the start of changing all of that. We also all tried to operate as some kind of middle ground between us – between the extremes of adult/child, dark/light, serious/silly, functioning/wounded… the result of which was that nobody was every really able to be who or how they are. All of us were scrunched in a box too small, limited by an idea of who ‘Sarah’ was that was painfully ill-fitting. Instead of continuing to cramp us all, we have changed and expanded the idea of who ‘Sarah’ is. So, in that sense, yes, part of the process has been about becoming more separate, being able to be ourselves.
  3. Lastly, has this separation been harmful? Well, no. My system has spread wings and we’ve all reveled in the freedom to be who and how we are in the world… while actually coming together to share a deep commitment to values that bind us as a tribe and help us function together. Our leaders have inspired us, have treated the wounded ones with care and the hostile ones with respect, and we have come to find value in our differences and to stop being threatened by each other the way we used to be. We are far more separate in some respects, and far more united in others. In this, has been health and peace.

I don’t share my experiences to suggest that this is the ‘right way’. Everyone’s path is unique, and it can help to hear a variety of ideas about paths to recovery. Certainly in my case, names have not been something catastrophic or something to fear. If you have parts who deeply desire names, perhaps fear is not needed. Perhaps this can be the start of awareness and light in processes that have been happening unconsciously and in the dark. Perhaps if you don’t think of them as symptoms of your illness, you’ll be able to relate to them with more warmth.

For more information see articles listed on Multiplicity Links, scroll through posts in the category of Multiplicity, or explore my Network The Dissociative Initiative.

Exhibition!

I’ve been working hard for the She Dreams exhibition over October, it is going to be amazing! I’ve cleaned all the glass and frames and made repairs and written a small blurb about each work… I’m anxious because putting all these works together reveals rather a lot about me, and the little descriptions reveal even more… It’s a very personal and vulnerable collection. I love it deeply, the range from dark to light. It’s amazing to see a whole collection of works from the past several years like this. I’m also nervously waiting to see what article about me appears in the Messenger. Feeling very worn out and exposed, but also excited at the moment!

And not getting much time for blogging, sorry about that 🙂

A poem by my voice

She wrote this poem, with a little help from one of us.

Unseen and unbidden I’m carried inside
Through fire and darkness and brief times of peace
Without voice without choice without hope without name
No skin for my own to wrap up my dreams in.

Only the void and the places all hollow,
Only the terror the loss and the death
Without resurrection, no golden tomorrow
The failure beyond all hope of redemption. 

I was supposed to make it all better
Bring life and give hope and make wings for the broken
Be pure, and good, and holy, and chaste
Unchanged and unchanging, untouched and untouching.

But here in the pit of the brain came the darkness
The place I was left when the light went away
And the monsters they caught me and made me their own
So all my light failed and all my love died. 

Breakthrough on displaying inks!

Hurrah!! I am very excited about something that almost no one else in the world will be interested about, but tough, this is my blog and if I don’t tell all of you I will drive my friends mad by explaining it in very great, painful details to them. Probably several times. 🙂

One of my many goals this year has been to find an inexpensive, professional way of presenting and protecting my ink paintings. I am working hard on moving my arts practice towards the professional, but I still need to work around my chronic shortage of funds. Framing each work is simply not an option. Framing a few for exhibition is more manageable but still crippling, and in the meantime new works are being stored in cardboard envelopes all over my studio.

I finally found the photography and print system where works are bagged in clear celo bags, with a strong car backing to stop them being bent. I’ve trialled some different types and sizes of bags and found one I like that’s sold in Australia here.

I turned down the idea of matting for presentation because I love that my works are all different sizes (which would require hand cutting each piece of matting exactly – which involved maths. Ahem!) and I love the ragged edge on the torn paper… enter photo corners! After seeing a lovely paper work mounted in a gallery using photo corners recently I was ecstatic! Yesterday I sat down to order some supplies and looked at several hundred types of photo corners… there’s a few essential things that I need. They must be archival, acid free, obviously. I’d like them to be very unobtrusive and neat, no daggy tears from batches being pulled apart or things of that nature. I’d like them to exactly colour match my cream paper OR the black backing card. And I need to be able to afford them. The more I looked at, the less happy I was. I stumbled across some templates and decided to try and make my own. It was fiddly and time consuming but SO WORTH IT! I can exactly colour match, they are almost invisible unless pointed out, they do no damage at all to the work but secure it firmly, and I can make the corners to the best size for the work instead of being stuck with a standard size that overwhelms tiny inks and is insufficient for large ones. Whee! Check this out:

Larger corners for a larger work.
Or teeny little ones for a tiny work:
One step closer! Very excited and pleased with myself. 🙂

Sex and mental illness

I’ve never heard anyone discuss this topic. It’s a non topic, like the whole disability sector I think the assumption is that if you’ve got a mental illness, you’re not having sex, you’re no longer even a sexual person. It is a non issue in your life, to the extent that you also have not noticed that other people have sex, so you don’t even have feelings about that. (this is starting to change in disability) There are incredibly thorny issues here that people are struggling to navigate alone, often without information, without language, without the ability to communicate about it. This makes me furious!

Imagine your partner has bipolar. Part of mania can be an increased libido. Is sex during mania ethical? Is refusing it on the basis of your assessment of their manic state rejection? Your partner is a multiple. You have a romantic, sexual relationship with the part who is out most of the time. A different part comes out one night and wants to be sexual. Where do you stand? (more information on Multiplicity and Relationships) Your partner has depression. You want to comfort them. Is sex okay? What about if you have to coax them into it? People everywhere, every day are trying to navigate these kinds of dilemmas, and are doing so in a culture that refuses to discuss any of this. We talk about sex incessantly, but we so rarely get beyond ‘nudge nudge, wink wink’. In mental health we don’t talk about it at all.How do you navigate issues of consent and coercion with people (or as people) who are at times, not in their right minds? How do you even determine when that might be? What about with those who have been sexually traumatised? Who are often so deeply ashamed, feel so profoundly broken and guilty, and desperate to ‘make it up to’ their partner, that the power imbalance makes genuine consent almost impossible to determine? What do you do if they have a panic attack during sex? If a child part comes out? If they dissociate or become catatonic? If they weep? If they pressure you? If they want you to re-enact a sexual trauma with them? (more information on Intimacy after Abuse)

All of these things need communication. For many of these issues, there is not a one-size-fits-all answer, there is a unique and deeply personal understanding between those involved about what constitutes love, fidelity, betrayal. One person coming down off a manic high may feel abused by sexual contact during the mania, while another person may feel patronised and humiliated by rejection. Too many people don’t find this out until after making difficult decisions on the fly. It doesn’t need to be this way, and in mental health I believe we should be starting these conversations. We should be opening that door and helping people to think about these things before they find themselves in a catch-22 situation. We should be talking about meds and libido. About cardio-vascular health and sexual function. About diverse sexuality and gender. About unwanted celibacy, which is an agonising result of chaotic behaviour for some people with mental illness. About sustaining emotional and sexual intimacy through episodes of illness. About the risks of the carer role, parent-child dynamics, the loss of erotic interest in the ‘sick’ partner, and how to reverse it. About sex post-PTSD. These are deep and critical aspects of people’s lives and we have no right to pretend they are not relevant. We deserve honest, open, caring conversations about them.

I’ve now written a series of articles about emotionally safer sex that’s relevent for people with anxiety, trauma, or mental illness struggles. It starts with Safe Sex 1. Checking In.

My Art Exhibition!

I have an upcoming solo art exhibition called She Dreams!

1 – 31 October 2012
Monday – Friday 8.30am – 5pm

Fullarton Community Centre
411 Fullarton Road, Fullarton
free entry

Invitation on Facebook
It will have a collection (20 +) of my artworks; inks, oils, acrylic, together for the first time. Most of these works have been displayed in other exhibitions before, but many were not open to the public (through mental health conventions etc) so this will be your first chance to see a selection of my art from the past few years all together. I decided to use my profile information from the new online portfolio I’ve been working on to describe my work. It’s direct and to the point.

I’m very excited about it! I don’t have the wall space to display everything at home even if I wanted to, so I’m looking forward to seeing everything up at once…

This is part of the Big Circle Arts Collective, who are running exhibitions all over Adelaide throughout October as part of mental health week events. To find out about other exhibitions and details, check out their website, or give them a call on 8212 8873.

New ink painting – Bright wings

This was a commissioned work, I was given a poem and asked to paint something based upon it. The poem included phrases such as “bright traveller”, “strong colours”, “faint dull world”, “reaching for stars”, “soar”, and “wings”. I was really pleased with the result, the coloured wings are striking. 🙂

Candlelight

Sarah K Reece - Candlelight in my studio
A night for candlelight and inks and shadows and memories, fear welling from deep old wounds, and finding calm and comfort in the dark places where somehow, inexplicably, kindness waits. There are some things that do not live under the sun or walk within the day, and they need their hour also, their cavern, their softer lights. To speak and be answered, to hurt and be comforted. The night here is without rage, no violence, no cruelty, only the memories that smother, only the old wounds that ache. Here the breeze is cool and smells of stars, in the night where the trains run softly by, out to the sea.

 

Parts vs Voices?

What’s the difference between voices and parts? Good question. On a functional level (what are voices and parts, how do they form, how should they be engaged with, what are the desired outcomes) they may be very similar. I use a simple delineation between the two, if you hear them and they can speak, influence your thinking or feelings but not your body, they are a voice. (and presumed to be part of a psychotic condition) If they switch out and run the body, they are a part. (and presumed to be part of a dissociative condition) There’s a blurry space of overlap in the middle here despite some very different ideas about how these conditions form and how they should be approached.

The dominant paradigm for parts, once we get over the hurdle of assuming they exist, and are not iatrogenic, is that you must learn to embrace all of them and to integrate them into one person.

The dominant paradigm for voices within the mental health sector is that you must ignore them and refuse to engage them in order to make them go away.

So if you have parts you are not allowed to dislike them or wish them gone, and if you have voices you are not allowed to enjoy their company or miss them if they go.

Some people, like myself, have both. I have a system full of parts who switch. I can hear some as voices when they’re inside. But I also have a voice who is not a part. She never comes out and she doesn’t feel like a part, which is difficult to explain.

I’m always interested in what our forbidden responses are, the minority opinions that we don’t feel safe to share, or even feel. There’s a big difference to me in the paths we choose to walk and the things we can feel. I have found a lot of peace and wholeness by deciding to accept and embrace everyone in my system. We collaborated to ban abuse between us, but we didn’t shut down feelings. Those who were intimidated or baffled by other parts are still allowed to feel the way they do. There are days I wish I wasn’t multiple, that it’s hard or it hurts or it’s scary and confusing. There are also days where my voice has driven me nuts and it feels pretty unfair that when I’m already having a rough day she adds to it with an insistent litany of self loathing. I believe it’s important to do what’s best for you, even if it’s hard. I also believe that it’s okay to feel all the things you really feel about it. Try not to let the dominant ideas get in the way of working out what is actually best for you, or being allowed to feel the way you really do. 🙂

For a wonderful post about working with voices using the framework of seeing them as parts, read Creating a New Voice by Indigo Daya.

For more information see articles listed on Multiplicity Links, scroll through posts in the category of Multiplicity, or explore my Network The Dissociative Initiative.

Elixir and Taboo

Today I presented the results of a term’s work in my concept development class at Tafe. The topic was Food and our works had to incorporate food in some way if possible. I wound up making two small sculptures from my research. The first was playing with ideas of elixirs, infusions and preservation. I was very taken by the idea of preserving things other than food – memories, relationships, knowledge… I researched honey which is a fascinating substance and used in both preserving and embalming processes. So for this first work I used honey to preserve the memory of my close relationship with my grandmother, represented by a strand of blue pearl beads.
Sarah K Reece - Elixir
The contents then become an elixir to be taken during difficult times. The label reads:
Memories of Grandma
Dose: one thimblefull
To be taken: when lonely, afraid, or feeling unworthy

The second sculpture was playing with ideas around the sacred and taboo, particularly around our cultural reaction to the only food we make ourselves: breast milk. I used eggshells to represent new life, and turned them into breasts with the addition of sculpted polymer clay nipples. Blowing the eggs empty was fiddly and time consuming, I spent a lot of the last weekend with egg in my fringe. 🙂 I played with realistic colouring but decided to reference the use of gold leaf in art to signify the divine or sacred instead. The result has an unexpected element of humour to it, which I love. There’s also something a bit cheeky about the work, a slightly flippant take on a serious topic, a wink to fake breasts a la Monty Python, a nod to my own sexuality. Something that makes me smile: breasts in a box.
Sarah K Reece - Taboo
Plus I’m pleased with those nipples! My presentation went well, and I’m very happy to be on holidays from Tafe now. 🙂

Poem – Advice for mental health consumers

To be heard by those with power you must
Strip your insights of
100% rage (bury it deep)
90% pain (show them just a taste so 
They can feel proud of their ability to empathise)
Learn their language; use their words (they do not translate, they speak only their own language)
Dress like them (no green hair or tatts on display)
Learn to make them feel comfortable (project warmth, try not to
Flinch when they touch you)
Learn to imitate their casual way of handling power and judgement (vomiting or crying
For private toilets only)
And lastly
Try not to say
Anything they don’t
Want to hear.

Spring Conversations


The roses are blooming in my yard, and I’ve been talking all week to someone rather wonderful I met online. It’s getting difficult to take out time to write this blog, so have patience with me! Art project and journal due Tuesday, I do not foresee a lot of sleep happening between now and then. Stunning spring weather that makes me want to spend the afternoon lying on the lawn…

People passionate about mental health

Without boring the hell out of you with a whole bunch of social dynamics theory, humans naturally form groups, or tribes. We gravitate to other people who are similar to ourselves, where we feel we belong, and create our own little worlds, our own idea of what ‘normal’ is. From inside our groups, we look out at everyone else in our culture, and our group is ‘us’ and they are all ‘them’. We might get along just fine with some different groups, but most of us have our ‘other’, a cultural group we do not like, understand, or find anything admirable about. And often we feel totally justified in dehumanising, alienating, and shaming those others, who we consider to be beneath us. The enlightened educated who wouldn’t make jokes about gay people, or derogatory comments about Asians consider that Northern Suburbs ‘white trash’ girls who go shopping in their ugg boots and have lower back tattoos are fair game. In blue collar circles it’s the ‘paper pushers’ and academics. In wealthy areas it’s the poor, the ‘drop-outs’ and ‘dole bludgers’. For many of the middle class it’s addicts. We’ve all got them. We all seem to need to find a reason that we are not like all those other pathetic, unhappy people, why our lives will be okay, our marriages will last, our dreams come true. We build theories that comfort us, often at the expense of our ‘other’, the people we allow ourselves the luxury of talking about with contempt.

I’m not talking about ideological differences, I have huge problems with neo-nazis and gangs because I loathe their values and behaviour. This is cultural, and not much more sophisticated than laughing at the next village because they put mud in their hair and think it looks good, while we all know that wearing blue anklets is the essence of beauty. We deride our ‘other’ and really struggle to see that under the different cultural norms, dress, and values, they are all just humans like us, and many have good values and are decent people. In a similar way, we also often struggle to see the flaws and nastiness within our own group. We tend to be permissive and accommodating, and defend our own from any perceived attack.

For many parts of society, people with mental illnesses are a convenient out group, who can be demonised, humiliated, and treated with contempt. It is becoming less socially acceptable to do this in some circles, which is a step towards reducing stigma and prejudice. But unfortunately for those of us with mental illnesses, we are in constant contact with one of our greatest ‘other’, the staff in the mental health system. Cramped into constant interaction, these two cultures are often at war, and as a peer worker, I’m painfully aware of how little each group understands or respects the other.

I’ve sat in pubs and felt the disgust as a loud conversation at the table over turns to how those crazy people should all be jailed for everyone’s safety. But the level of contempt and loathing within the mental health system has been just as high, if differently expressed. The language changes as the culture evolves, but the contempt remains the same. I hear things like “consumers just want everything handed to them on a platter, they don’t want to have to work for anything”, “they don’t take any responsibility for their own lives”, “refuse to commit to the program”, “clearly don’t want to get better”, “enjoy the attention”, “faking it”, “pathetic”, “just bringing everyone down with them”, “if they were really serious, they’d have killed themselves”, “a drain on the system”, “they think their story is more important than anyone else’s”. In some cases the hostility is more subtle, in others more overt. It’s not everyone in the system of course! But in my experience, there’s a lot of it. Most of these people are not awful people, they are deeply frustrated, they have been told they are responsible for making mentally ill people ‘better’, and they have been trained and now work in a structure that has a powerful them-and-us dynamic going on, where we the educated are here to fix those the sick. I hate everything about this. It utterly repulses me and I find it everywhere. People with mental illnesses themselves, once in staff positions, seem just as likely to pass these kinds of judgements on the ‘borderlines’, complex cases, addicts and traumatised, just as likely to react to the cultural conflict by taking more and more control away from those they are supposed to be helping, while talking about empowerment and having a voice.

People with mental illnesses cast into the consumer role in this relationship can be equally as hostile and divisive. I’ve sat in conversations where people talk about how “doctors just want to keep us sick so they get more money off us”, how staff are “evil”, “twisted”, “parasites”, “control freaks”, “nazis”, “who want us to suffer”.

While I’m drawing a parallel between these similar, dehumanising behaviours, I’m not putting them on the same level. Why? Because the staff group has most of the power, control, and voice in this relationship. If this is a war, they have the biggest sticks. When you have a disagreement with your doctor, your doctor’s opinion is the one that carries weight, in a letter for housing support, for child custody arrangements, for welfare. If you think your doctor is a bigot, and he thinks you’re a drain on the system, your opinion carries no weight in his world. His opinion could see you thrown out of hospital and cut off from services despite being in crisis. And this happens.

So, what’s my point? My point is that we have a massive culture clash that is hurting people. A forced relationship that lacks equality, reciprocity, humility, mutuality. Dehumanising each other is not helping. When you have two groups who dislike each other, one of the most powerful ways to reduce mutual contempt is to create what is called a ‘superordinate group’. This is a larger identity that unites both groups, usually with a common goal where they work together, humanise and develop respect for one another, and overcome the original conflict. I would dearly love to see this in mental health. To have this idea of genuine partnerships between staff and consumers, a superordinate group of people who are passionate about mental health and who work together to create it. For this to happen, respect and equality need to replace control and contempt.

When I tell people I work in mental health, the reaction is often respect for my courage at working with those ‘crazy people’. I tell them, I am those people. I’m ‘crazy’. When I sit among service users and hear their disgust and ridicule of staff who try and fail so dismally at times to create useful services, I tell them I am those people too. I know how incredibly difficult it is to get it right, to create flexible structures that can adapt and respond to the vastly different needs of different people, the challenge to engage and support the most wounded and disillusioned, to cope with the hostility of service users who don’t just get frustrated when you get it wrong but also believe you deliberately got it wrong.

As a peer worker, I am almost always the ‘them’, part of the other, a diplomat on foreign soil trying to translate and inspire and encourage without being seen as a spy in enemy territory. I don’t see my dual citizenship as a challenge, I see it as a necessity, part of my identity as belonging to this whole community of people who are passionate about life, and peace, and easing loneliness, pain, grief, suffering. I’m not just a service user or a service provider, I’m someone who is passionate about mental health.

The power of books

You know, I read a lot of psych books. And I read a lot of quality fiction, I have my ‘canon’ set that I deeply love, and they get reread every year or so. (The Earthsea set, Across the Wall series, Lord of the Rings, all my Patricia McKillip books, all Ray Bradbury’s novels…) There are huge advantages to being a really fast reader, and some to being fairly dissociative, like really enjoying your favourite book again every year. 🙂 I have honestly learned and gained as much from the fiction as the non fiction. Characters facing terrible situations and struggling to find a moral compass have given me strength. Those who face devastation and horror with compassion and gentleness have helped me to feel that someone out there would understand me, speak my language and care about me – in the dark years where there were so few friends. The stories I love most have a poetry to them, they are about values, what it is to be human. They bring me close to my own heart and beliefs again, help to sustain me. I’ve already written about my favourite author Ray Bradbury and how his works helped me.

Books have even been a place I drew strength from in learning to understand and accept my diagnosis of DID. The following passage gave me courage when I was terrified to start system mapping and really learning about who else was sharing my mind.

“What use are the riddles and strictures of Caithnard, if not for this? You are Sol of Isig, caught up by fear between death and a door that has been closed for thousands of years. If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must be done. You may not have courage or trust or understanding or the will to do it, but you know what must be done. You can’t turn back. There is no answer behind you.”

 Patricia A. McKillip
The Riddle-Master of Hed

Talking at Tafe

I gave a talk at Tafe yesterday, it was the same format as last time, one hour of talking about myself… :/

This time, as the DI has incorporated and I’m more familiar with talking about multiplicity, I edited out the poems and added in information about parts and the dissociative diagnosis. I told them not one of my parts is an axe murderer and made them laugh. 🙂 It went really well. I used dot points notes to keep me on track with just brief references to short stories about my experiences I could tell to illustrate points. And of course, a power point of artwork. I had to reassure them all at the outset that there were going to be no words on the powerpoint! I know how Tafe is. 🙂 I really liked being able to use the same talk again, I usually write new ones. Even better, the flexible structure made it really easy to tailor on the go. At a couple of points where they started to drift I cut things short and moved on. Other times I saw a couple of people looking teary and was careful to take the heavy stuff gently. I talked about the limitations of my conditions, of the medical model, various obstacles to my recovery, and the things that have helped me recover.

One of the things I said is there are two fundamental needs people have to be able to recover from mental illness. One of these is freedom, and the other is mutual, reciprocal relationships. Many people have both of these taken away from them by our mental health system.

I feel slightly bad about it, a twinge of guilt that doing things to help these, predominantly young people, to see the mentally ill as equal humans will set them up for a lot of conflict in their work lives…

The feedback was really positive, which was great. I was on a high all yesterday, and while I’m feeling slower and quieter today, (or rather, switching from the euphoric to the thoughtful) so far the usual aftermath crash hasn’t happened. I have a sneaky feeling it’s lying in wait for a quiet moment. I’m ready for it.

 

Online dating

I’m out! I’m out about everything and enjoying life and feeling like it’s finally time to consider romance. So I signed up with Oasis Active to try it out. Once I figured out how to stop creepy guys from contacting me my experience improved a lot. I had to write a profile about myself and what I’m looking for in someone else, which was an interesting experience. I resisted the impulse to describe myself as having ‘lots of personality’. 🙂 Ahem. I did however decide to upload a small collection of photos to show some of us – muddy and dressed down on a camping trip, gothed up, young and silly, social worker-y. A bit of the range that make up Sarah.

I’ve really never understood why people lie about themselves when dating, the idea of winding up in a relationship with someone I’m not very compatible with isn’t at all appealing to me. I’ve been in relationships that didn’t work, I know how unbearably painful, lonely, and harmful that can be. I lead a very content single life. I don’t need someone to sweep me off my feet and save me from loneliness or misery. I am very committed to the idea that it is far better to stay single than be in an unhappy relationship. If I never find someone I will be okay.

But, I’ve been single for awhile now. I’ve done a lot of processing, I’ve come out, I’ve rebuilt my friendship networks and my life is now full of art and groups and some really amazing people. I’m not denying the desire for a romantic connection, and I feel ready to cope with the ups and downs of dating and relationships. I’m still nervous, I don’t want to hurt anyone or be hurt. But I’m strong and I’ve got a lot sorted out in my life now. It’s time to be open to new possibilities.

Back down to earth, so far online dating has been…. hmmm, different to how I expected! I’ve politely turned down a few requests from couples and married women. I’ve chatted to a few straight women which has been kind of a relief, just to have a simple friendly conversation. A surprising number of conversations don’t go anywhere, the other person barely responds and at some point drops offline randomly. I have had friendlier and more connected conversations waiting for the bus! The other profiles are actually really interesting to read. The next time I need characters for a book I know where to find some! In some the spelling and grammar are so appalling it’s painful. I’m no grammar nazi and I’m happy to talk in text here and there but wow. Most of the profiles start the same way and involve the words ‘happy go lucky’ ‘easy going’ and ‘laid back’. Are they all writing from some manual I missed? Baffled! I realise this is a fairly specific data set, but I am deeply suspicious that not ALL of the women on oasis are temperamentally happy go lucky. On the other hand I’ve also had a couple of really nice conversations with people.

Writing my own profile is something I do a lot – everytime I’m in an exhibition I have to do one, for talks, for this blog, you name it. It’s always a little tricky and I never run with a stock one. Here’s what I decided to go with:

I’m a passionate person, with many hobbies and interests. I am very creative, currently studying visual art and then planning to finish my psychology degree. I love books and writing and read voraciously. I’m an alternative kind of person with coloured hair, ink on my hands, and a bit of a goth streak. I’m into British comedy, gardening in storms, writing poems at night, and good chocolate. 

I work hard, care about people, and volunteer a couple of days a week with the not for profit mental health organisation I helped found. Life is great and I’d love to share it with someone special. 

Then I had to write what I’m looking for in someone else. That I don’t do very often. It was sad how many people wrote versions of ‘I’m not sure’. I went with:

Compassionate, intelligent, sensitive, and strong, with a keen sense of humour and a love of life. You’re not perfect but you are caring and thoughtful and communicate really well. It will help if you’re a bit mad yourself. 🙂 

No couples or married women please, and for me ‘casual dating’ means dinner or a trip to the beach, not a one night stand. 🙂

Funnily enough the vast majority of my contact requests are turned down. I could take that to mean I am scaring people away, but I’ve decided to interpret that as meaning the profile is doing its job and weeding out those who are really not going to get along with me. It’s still weird to make a contact request and have it knocked back, it’s like going up to someone in the street to say hello and having them walk off. Still, I can live with it.

The other part I find a bit tough is that I have quite an online presence. Between facebook, this blog, and other social media, there’s plenty of information about me out on the net now. So when a new friend and I connect on some other social media, there’s suddenly a very inverse degree of information sharing. They can find out a lot about me, but not often the reverse. That’s a bit nerve wracking!

All in all though, I feel pretty good about it. It’s certainly an interesting experience. 🙂

Zoe is a ratbag

Boisterous puppy not getting enough exercise! She is too smart and too full of bounce, I am really going to have to work out more ways to keep her occupied and wear her out! Here she is pretending to be a parrot:

These were my nice black trousers before she pulled them off the line over night and chewed them up:

Sigh. It’s a good thing for her that she’s completely adorable! I’m car sharing with family who’s vehicle has kicked the bucket for the moment, so I wound up taking her for a fairly brisk 6.5km round trip yesterday to return library books, fill scripts, and buy milk. It didn’t even slightly slow her down that evening. I think I need to install a greyhound track in the backyard…

Sarsaparilla, on the other hand, is never taken for walks, has not chewed any of my clothes, furniture, or personal belongings, and is generally angelic:

Except for last night when he knocked over a huge glass of cordial by my bed, all over my phone and library books! Fortunately I leaped into action and everything survived unscathed, but that is not a good way to wake up at 6am! Gosh darn them, I don’t like it when they gang up on me like this!

New online portfolio

I have been spending a lot of time lately working on WordPress to become more familiar with the site. I’m really pleased, I’ve absorbed a lot of information and now feel very comfortable navigating the dashboard and suchlike. There are advantages to a wordpress blog, but by hell, don’t let anyone tell you there’s no drawbacks! For starters, it’s a lot easier to make an attractive site on blogger. Every other feature on wordpress costs you money (none of bloggers do) and there are major limitations in how much you can customise the free site. Even changing the fonts will cost you! Having said that, the galleries are beautiful and clean, which is precisely why I’m building an online art portfolio on a wordpress site. I really need to sort out my art gallery, it’s cumbersome and difficult to update and generally drives me mad here. Uploading an image as a post does not update my gallery page, conversely, updating my gallery page here gives no notification so no one’s aware there’s new content unless I write a blog post about it. Frustrating double handling and what it all means is that I’m chronically behind in keeping my gallery up to date.

I’m particularly keen to develop my face painting business as I love it to bits, and I just can’t keep directing people here, there’s too much going on. I am slightly flirting with the notion of dismantling this site into it’s constituent parts – mental health, general news, art and so on, making them independent blogs with perhaps a master blog linking them all together and updating weekly on any activity in the others. I know many wonderful readers cannot keep up with the volume! On the other hand, I know many love the daily post and would be irritated to have to trek about and follow a collection of blogs instead of get all the input easily in the one place. Posting everything on facebook would help though. So I’ll think about it. There’s upsides and downsides. If I kept the layouts clean and simple it might actually make things easier to find.

So, an online portfolio. Well, after the initial flush of enthusiasm I have realised how much work this will take. I need to re-photograph or scan most of my work as the images I’ve been using are frankly terrible. The watermark needs to be small, tasteful, and consistent. All work needs to be titled, sized, priced, and have a useful description. Ye gods. That’s weeks of work alone. What am I in for? I was tempted partway to abandon the whole thing and just upload the lot to pinterest. But one of the things that really makes a portfolio special is a few words from the artist – what they like, why they made it that way, their inspiration. Sometimes artists love an aura of mystery about their work, if they write something it’s in incomprehensible and usually patronising, gibberish. I’ve been to enough art galleries to know that once you’ve read one of those unhelpful little plaques, you’ve read them all. I’ve a guts full of work that is ‘challenging the dominant paradigm’, ‘inverting’, ‘juxtaposing’, ‘discoursing’, ‘refuting stereotypes’, ‘critically examining traditions’ and all the other palaver that makes me want to pull my eyebrows out. I like descriptions that are clean, to the point, understandable by a layman, and if they’re a bit poetic too, I’ll give a big, happy sigh of delight. 

So, my test blog is looking fantastic! Clean lines, great menu system, the front page updates with any new content. It’s damn exciting. I have a three-fold menu structure – you can look at art by themes eg. all art of any type involving tree spirits, or by medium, eg all acrylic painted works, or by scrolling through thumbnails of all artwork loaded on the site. Here’s the really tricky, clever bit though. No matter how you get to it, you are only ever loading the same page. That means if a work that is listed under say, Inks, also under Cats, and under Asian style paintings because it fits all three categories, happens to sell, I update the one page only. That’s very important! Otherwise you can forget to update duplicate pages and frustrate buyers. The gallery options that come with the blog are gorgeous but I’m not using them as they won’t allow me to do this. I have to upload the image again for each gallery it is used in. Duplicates are trouble when running a blog! I really do not want to be forced to have each artwork in one gallery only, it will make looking for a particular work much more difficult for users. So, I’m a little bit excited about it all. A professional looking portfolio and one stop shop for images of my art sounds awesome. I can integrate back and forth easily, in the test site the ‘blog’ tab takes you straight here. I wish I had about 40 more hours in my day, darn it!

My Brain is Full

I have so many projects happening at the moment, in true multiple style… even so, I’ve reached my limit! My brain is full up with information, ideas, creativity, I’m dreaming long, tiring mad dreams that last for months or years and even when I lie still I can feel all the machinery whirring around up there. I kind of love it and I’m kind of exhausted by it. When I get in the zone I can do anything and it’s exhilarating!

I have a lot of art homework to do this weekend, the housework has all been done which is awesome, and I’m eating three meals a day which is even better. It’s hard to work on the wildly creative stuff and keep the practical things happening for me… my paperwork is terrifying and colonising my desk, I must remember to fill scripts, I have a talk for Tafe on Wednesday I need to do some work on…

One of my newer projects is with Radio Adelaide, I’ve signed on to become the online producer for their Writer’s Radio program. I’m so happy! It’s such a good fit. I’ve devoted a chunk of time this weekend to familiarising myself with WordPress (the platform for their blog, I almost never use it) and Adobe Audition CS6 which I have never used before. I was successful in editing three segments from the show to be uploaded separately to the site. I’m very pleased with myself – go and check them out here.

I had already grabbed the sarahkreece wordpress name in case I ever wanted to use it down the track, it’s just been a empty site redirecting any traffic to this blog. But as I need to become a lot more comfortable with WordPress, I’ve decided to try and turn that address into my art portfolio. Particularly when I’m handing out my details for facepainting, having some person whose just trying to plan a party have to work their way through this site, bursting at the seams with all sorts of things, does seem a bit silly. So I’ve created a shell site over there and over the next month I plan to fill it with images and a proper gallery and costs and such to make booking me for a party or buying some art a lot easier. I hope. 🙂 So far so good, the design is really nice and harmonises with my business cards. Have a look here.

Must run, more work to do! Still eating, still sleeping, so things are okay. 🙂

First Spring Rose


And isn’t she gorgeous! I’m not sure of her name, I thought she may be Fragrant Cloud but her colour is too pale and pink… Thoughts, anyone? Curse all the house moving, I like to know my plants by name! Glorious weather, I’ve ordered a little greenhouse online, when it arrives I’ll get set up and start sprouting some seeds!

In the meantime I got the house cleaned in my Friday off and wrestled with adobe audition and word press for a Radio Adelaide project. Apart from my email inbox, which is overflowing, the stack of paperwork colonising my desk, and my increasingly futile efforts to stay on top of my cluttered diary, things are going well today!

I reached overload in a big way this week with things of a religious/spiritual nature. I’ve some hot buttons in those areas and wound up having my first panic attack in a very long time! Managed to get home first, which always helps, cried for a couple of hours then dozed on the couch with Zoe. Too many early mornings are not helping, so I’m using the weekend to catch up on sleep, read, and get some serious work done on projects, ready for next week. It seems to be working, I’m feeling a lot better and I’ll just pace myself a lot more in the areas where I’m still raw. I’m not worried, I don’t feel it’s the start of some downward trend, just a bump in the road. We live and learn.

Tuckered Out

Big day today, doing the live one hour radio program. I find the live work quite tiring, it requires a lot of concentration for someone inexperienced like myself. It went really well, but I’ve been wiped out all evening and haven’t managed dishes or other things on my goal list. Ah well, it was fun!

Zoe had a pretty good day too. She decided to tear her dog bed to bits:

… and the big winds blew her a huge present:

She’s adorable. 🙂

A poem conversation between parts

If this title is confusing you, read I am not Sarah first. :)from our journal, June 2011

F***!
It’s good to be alone
Here, I don’t have to be
Anything for anybody
I’m such a f***ing chameleon lately
Instead of the chimera I remember
So bloody adaptive
Being alone is like being able to breathe

And I become familiar again
Old pain and old perspectives return
Bougainvillea tattooed upon my wall

(Tried to save myself, but myself keeps slipping) 

There must be a night to howl in
For the poetry to come
And we don’t let them
Out in the day anymore:
The howling ones

No one who actually feels pain
Or has needs

We are now
Everything they want:
   cheerful in the face of pain
   magnanimous to betrayal
   indifferent to despair

No intensity. No bleeding
on their eyes.
Careful to disguise the darkness

Is this who we want to be?

But it’s working, isn’t it?
As long as we all get time –

And as long as
‘They’ know there’s more to us – 
more of us – others
who think differently feel different
That the poets and the presenters
may be different entirely
Isn’t that enough?

Isn’t darkness and intensity and anguish and rage and defiance
Something to be saved
for the special ones??

Isn’t this what a team looks like?

F***
I don’t know.

I guess I don’t trust you
To come back for me
To give me my time
I don’t have any goth trash clothes
When are we going out to dance?
My life is left behind
And I fear
You’d leave me too
Except for my poems

I know, I know
I’m trying.
It’s okay to be angry
Remind me you’re here
I don’t want to forget you either.
I’m incomplete, driven and hollow without you
You’re my shadow
I need you too.
Not just for poems
But because
You are part of my soul
You’re my dark of the moon
Stars falling in my sky
I need you to be whole.

So keep banging on my door
Paint me dark things
And force me to remember you.
I feel my lack
I feel my eternal sunshine
My hollow bones
I fly
I fly
But you are
My dark shadow
Always waiting 
Upon the earth
For me to return

Angry, bitter, brutal and intense
Defiant, you dance
In the bones of the real world
Where I fly 
In the dreams of tomorrow.
We are twins
And I love you
Don’t ever let me
Fly away from you.

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