Adapting to a puppy

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The change from having an elderly, ill, blind dog Charlie, to having a young, energetic puppy Zoe, has been quite significant! Zoe chews everything. I mean everything. I came home the other day to find her standing on my coffee table in the middle of the room, trying to chew one of the legs off. So most of my belongings are suddenly being kept on benches, tables, or stuffed into my studio. I bought this shoe rack online the other day and now at last my shoes are safe and off my studio floor. On the plus side, she is basically toilet trained as long as she get outside. We haven’t yet mastered the ‘whining to get outside because the door is shut and she needs the toilet’ aspect. My rugs are in the backyard having rain wash puppy wee out of them, every few days I do a lap of the backyard to rescue whatever items (cutlery, makeup, handbag etc) she has snatched and hidden out there, and most evenings we curl up on the couch and watch tv together. I love tv on the internet, I don’t even have to tape stuff. 🙂 My garden needs some love and I’m itching to move some furniture around inside but it’s good to be making a start on creating a ‘puppy proof’ home. 

Rufus May

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I’m rather excited, today I got a place in some upcoming training in Adelaide by Rufus May! For those of you who haven’t heard of him, Rufus is a psychologist in the UK, who has also been diagnosed with schizophrenia, and hears voices. He is part of the international Hearing Voices movement, and an advocate of talk rather than drug therapy for the treatment of psychosis. Here is his personal website, and here is a documentary about him, called The Doctor who hears Voices. A place in a whole day of training on Psychosis and Recovery!! I’m very lucky 🙂

Holding my childhood to ransom turns one

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This blog is now one year old!On this day, the 1st of August in 2011, I wrote my first post (entry) on this blog. Wow. Since then, I’ve published 410 posts, almost every day of the year and sometimes more often. I’ve had over 46,000 pageviews, mainly from Australia, the US, and the UK. The most common search words new readers use to find this site are about ink paintings or feeling chronically suicidal. My most read posts of all time have been About Multiplicity, followed by Multiplicity and Relationships, then My short film; Regeneration.

I’ve done three major blog make-overs, changing the format, layout, background image and fonts. I’ve added, edited, and deleted pages as I’ve learned what common questions people have. I’ve carefully grown my lists of topics to make it easier for people to find information in a particular area only. I’ve moved over to smart phone apps for most of my day to day blogging and photography. I’ve handed out a lot of business cards, and emailed a lot of links to relevant posts instead of having to type out all the same information over again for many different people. I’ve started to think seriously about writing a book about managing dissociation and mental health.

I’ve met a lot of other amazing bloggers and peer workers, and received some amazing feedback about the value of an online resource like this. I’m very proud of this blog, and I’m continuing to develop, refine, and improve it.

I am sometimes asked if writing this blog helps me. It’s an interesting question. I have certainly benefited in some very definable ways. The most obvious to me is in my writing. I now type quickly, mentally structure content quickly, and edit much, much more efficiently than previously. Setting myself a deadline of a post each day has streamlined my writing process and more than that, it has made me more mindful of my projects and how I’m spending my time. When I have an interesting conversation with someone about mental health I often catch myself starting to mentally write a blog post about it. Days that used to pass by in a haze of dissociation I can nail down to photos and blog entries. I notice things more.

Forcing myself to coherently explore feelings and ideas here on the blog has also been useful. It’s helped me to make the emotional more tangible, clarified my thinking on many topics, helped me to understand my own feelings and reasoning better. Some of the conversations and comments, particularly on facebook where they tend to be livelier, have been extremely interesting and useful. Feeling that I’m helping people, that I’m making progress on goals such as humanising and destigmatising people with poorly understood conditions such as DID has been sustaining. It’s also been a useful platform to explore or explain things to groups of people at once. As a peer worker there are certain questions I am very often asked, such as ‘How can I help someone after a trauma?‘ Writing these into this blog not only frees me from constantly reiterating the same information, it helps to get it out there for those who don’t ask but were hoping someone else might. The internet is an amazing tool to offer support for those who are silently searching for hope at 4am.

I’ve used this blog to broaden my own connections, and recently, to out myself publicly about multiplicity and bisexuality. The blog has been a very useful instrument in helping me achieve my goals of living openly. It’s also saved me a lot of awkward individual conversations with everyone I know, or the bluntness of outing yourself through a facebook status. I’ve made (and occasionally lost) friends through this blog, and I like that new friends can come here and learn about my life and passions.

Perhaps most importantly, this blog is one of the key ways I feel I have a voice. A few years ago I accepted labels like ‘mentally ill’ and ‘consumer’ without rancour. I have experienced some of the best and worst of the mental health system, I know what it feels like to have no power, no voice, no credibility. For far too much of my life, my opinion simply hasn’t mattered. Today, I hate the term mentally ill, and I refuse to be a ‘consumer’ anywhere that doesn’t treat me with respect. I’m tired of being on the bottom of the hierarchy. So I’ve left it behind and created a new life. In my world and my resources, it’s okay to be queer, okay to have a trauma history and some emotional vulnerabilities, okay to disagree without being attacked, and okay to be friends. The values behind the groups I facilitate, such as diversity and acceptance, are those I try to live by in all my life. This blog is my territory, where my values inform it, a place I can explain the reasoning behind all the arguments I lose in my life – that traumatised people are not a minority, that DID is not always iatrogenic, that those of us who struggle with suicide are not merely selfish. Conversations I’ve had where I’ve been dismissed, overruled, or intimidated by those with more social power but perhaps less experience or compassion don’t silence me any longer. I pick myself back up, from the crushing submission to authority or the instinctive rebellion against being belittled and dehumanised, and I gather up my thoughts and piece together the argument and the explanation I was trying to give, and I post it here. Where the other vulnerable people, who are also crushed at times by a ruthless culture or insensitive health system can find a different way of looking at their lives. That means a lot to me. There’s a phrase I keep coming across that captures the massive social and technological changes in our time; ‘We are the Media’. I like it.

Hot Chocolate Recipes

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I made three, super indulgent hot chocolate drinks for The Party this week, and I’ve had a few requests for recipes. You can substitute your preferred type and brand of chocolate in any of these, the recipes are very accommodating. All these recipes will keep for several days in the fridge and can be gently reheated. If you leave in the spices until ready to serve, the flavour will continue to develop.Hot chocolate
Persian Style:
Mild and sweet. 

250g White Cadbury Melts
1 cup full cream milk
8 cardamom pods
2 Tablespoons of rose water OR 1teaspoon of rose extract

  1. Pour the milk, cardamom pods, and rose into a saucepan and heat gently. Do not allow to boil. Steep the flavours in the hot milk for at least 30 minutes.
  2. Turn off the heat, add the chocolate and stir until combined.
  3. Taste test. Add ground cardamom or extra rose water if desired.
  4. Remove the pods and serve hot in shot glasses or over desserts as a hot sauce.

Warming:
Perfect on cold nights.

250g Milk Cadbury Melts
1 cup full cream milk
1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon of cayenne pepper (to taste)

  1. Pour the milk into a saucepan and gently heat until hot but not boiling.
  2. Turn off the heat and add the chocolate melts and cayenne pepper. Stir to combine.
  3. Taste test and add more cayenne if needed. I like a gentle tingle at the back of the throat in the aftertaste, but no actual peppery taste to the chocolate.
  4. Serve hot.



Spiced Chocolate:
Complex and delicious.

250g Dark Cadbury Melts
1 cup full cream milk
3 strips of fresh orange peel
1 cinnamon stick
1 Tablespoon of honey (I used Blue Gum, very strong flavour)
1 teaspoon of quality vanilla essence
1/4 teaspoon of ginger powder
pinch of chili powder

  1. Pour the milk into a saucepan with the spices, essence, and honey. Gently heat until hot but not boiling. Allow to steep for at least 1/2 hour.
  2. Turn off the heat, add in the chocolate and stir to combine.
  3. Taste test. Adjust flavours to your preference.
  4. Serve hot.

If you prefer a big mug to a little shot glass for your hot chocolate, you can increase the quantity of milk in these recipes. Up to 1 litre of milk to 250g of chocolate is still very rich and delicious. Alternatively, make up the original recipe, then stir a healthy dollop into a mug of hot milk for those guests who prefer mugs.

Rewriting the blog

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A blog, unlike a book, is a living thing, requiring tending much the way a garden does. Old links die as pages are moved, old posts are edited when grammar or spelling errors are noticed, and information pages need updating as circumstances change. Sometimes a trial idea doesn’t work, a page is poorly titled and therefore rarely viewed, posts have too few back links (links within them to other posts of useful similar content) and so people struggle to work out the context for the information. Some things need pruning and some feeding up.

This blog is almost one year old now, so with that in mind I’ve been doing a bit of spit and polishing. My About Sarah page is completely fresh with a new photo and the up to date info about me so newcomers don’t have to mine into the blog to work out who I am and where I’m coming from. I’ve clarified some things I’d previously left ambiguous and put in links to posts that expand on important areas.

About this Blog is the new name for the old ‘New Here?’ and ‘FAQ’ pages, condensed into one, simplified, and with expanded suggestions for new readers. The topics make it so much easier to search the blog content specifically once people understand how to use them (and where to find them!).

The old Resources page has been renamed What I Do which is more intuitive, and had the content cleaned up and reordered to make it easier to follow.

Three important tasks remain: to clean up all the old articles that still end with a dead link to the articles page I’ve deleted. To add all my latest artwork in to the Gallery for people to view easily. (urg) And to create a master list of dissociation resources for those new to the topic who need to read helpful articles in order from introductory concepts to more complex or tangential ideas. The reverse structure of a blog (reads from latest entry to earliest) in contrast to a book that reads from the start to finish can have downsides in that new readers are coming into the ‘story’ halfway through as it were, and it can sometimes be difficult to follow.

In the meantime however, enjoy!

The Party

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Was an awesome celebration with some of my favourite people in the world. There were incredibly mad hats at the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party in the afternoon.

There was an amazing spread of food:

Including cucumber sandwiches

And an incredible cake sculpted into the shape of a top hat:

That had three rainbow coloured layers inside!

That evening we had potatoes cooked on the fire

With homemade spiced hot chocolates

And when we were briefly rained on, I found my modest umbrella collection and we stuck it out until it fined up.
Our first year of a peer-led support group for people experiencing dissociation and/or multiplicity has not been without challenges. One of the biggest ones is that dissociation is a broad category and often new members are anxious and keen to feel they fit in. If they are the only guy there that week, or the oldest or youngest member there, or the only person struggling with a particular type of dissociation, or they feel they’re the most functioning member in a room full of mentally ill people, or the biggest wreck in a room full people who are miles ahead in recovery, it can be a challenge to help them feel comfortable enough to stay and engage. The mindset shift to that of being comfortable in a diverse group can take some time, and it’s not unless a newcomer is willing to attend and represent a minority of some kind that the next person with those characteristics who comes along will find somebody in the group like them. It takes a lot of courage to be the first!

It also takes a mental shift to embrace that a healthy group is supposed to be a safe place for you, where your needs count, but also a place you contribute to supporting other people’s needs and helping them feel safe too. Some people find that group approach isn’t helpful to them, not what they needed. Some find groups appealing but stressful for various reasons. Some people connect briefly, then drop off the radar, leaving us wondering if they’re okay, if there was something different they needed, if there was anything else we could do for them. Some come while its needed then go on to other things. Some stay on, become family, helping new members and building a strong group. The lack of pressure and open door policy mean members come and go as they need, can be as free or as close as is helpful for them and change their minds as often as they wish.

Some people opposed the idea of a peer led group for people who are considered to have ‘severe mental illness’. The idea that we may have something to offer each other, and that community is crucial to recovery, are fairly revolutionary even today. After a year of running Bridges, I feel very confident and excited that our trial has been a magnificent success. We have built on positive feedback, adapted to negative feedback and the group has grown and adapted organically with the members. We have learned a lot from each other, and perhaps most importantly, none of us are alone anymore. It was a lot to celebrate. 🙂

Bridges Birthday

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The Dissociation support group I co-facilitate and helped found has been running for a year now and today we are celebrating. During group we are planning a Mad Hatters Tea Party, with cake and chocolate and cucumber sandwiches. And some pretty incredible hats I might add! In the evening we’ll be having a campfire, I hope, if the weather holds. I’ve been cooking and preparing, I now have a type of rice pudding called arroz con leche made up:


Some lovely mini lemon meringue pies, starting with the pastry shell in my mini muffin tray:


Then filling with homemade lemon curd and piped meringue:


Then finishing in the oven until browned:


I also have ingredients for spiced hot chocolates, smores, and baked potatoes. I may have got a little carried away. 🙂 It’s nice to get carried away from time to time. Shame the kitchen’s trashed!

Art degree started again

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I’m doing 2 subjects this term in my bachelor of visual arts, one is Sculpture, the other is Concept Development. C-D seems to be an extended journal making process, which I thought I’d enjoy as I like to journal and keep track of my concept development work in my own arts practice… We were told our journals need to be uniquely our own, to reflect our interests and passions rather than our ideas about what the tutor might like, which is great. Then we were given quite an extensive list of things not to include in the journals as the tutor doesn’t like them. Our topic is food, but we’ve been told not to do anything about starvation or eating disorders, only the lighthearted side of things. And not cut outs from Women’s Weekly magazines. Or recipes. Or food art (art make out of food). And so on. Awesome. Considering the rates of eating disorders in our culture at the moment, I’m kind of blown away by the insensitivity of the choice of topic. At least two or three of us in every class will be struggling with our relationship with food, or very close to someone who is. Fortunately for me I’m a mad foodie so I’m not expecting to have a lot of trouble with it.

Sculpture this time is about making and using moulds, so for the first time I am actually slightly ahead of the class. I used to work in a statue factory, painting the concrete statues. I didn’t make the moulds but I’ve seen it done and have made plaster casts and wax moulds myself before. We’re learning a process using silicon which is really exciting, once you can replicate a sculpture the possibilities are pretty unlimited. I’m looking forward to sinking my teeth into the project. I’ve borrowed some books from the arts library and read a couple already, it’s going to be a good term. 

Zoe & Sarsaparilla

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Both critters are going well. 🙂 They are even starting to get used to one another which is really exciting, as until recently I’ve had to divide time between them on some kind of strange pet share system. Last night I got home very late after an extraordinarily long day and was able to watch Dr Who with both of them curled up on my lap! Admittedly, Zoe went a bit odd and at several points tried to curl up to sleep on my shoulder like a very large excitable parrot, and then when she settled for sleeping on my right arm she’d pretend to accidentally roll over onto the cat, but he was feeling safe enough to give her a hiss and a swipe for the first time instead of bolting so I’m rather excited!

She’s almost due for her last shots and ready to go on walks 🙂 Hurrah! Toilet training is coming along really well and some commands like fetch, toilet, sit, and down, provided she’s not too manic to think straight. It’s been truly wonderful to come home from hard days or be dealing with difficult things and have warm furry bodies to cuddle or sleep by. I feel very blessed.

Another coming out

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For a blog that covers some madly personal stuff about my life, there’s a surprising amount of things going on that don’t end up on here. I live a very complicated life, and I’m always mindful of both my own sense of exposure anxiety, and that it is at times difficult to tell your own story without telling parts of other peoples. Who didn’t start a blog or ask to be included in one. So I’m trying to be open but discrete and honest but useful.

When I gave a workshop earlier this year about starting a blog, I found myself explaining to various people, usually of an older generation, what a blog is. A number of them referred to it as an online journal. For some blogs that is true, and some of those blogs are simply amazing. For me, it is not. I keep journals, and I write in them regularly too. For me a blog is an entirely different thing. Everything that is posted here is run through a specific set of filters, and the most important one is “Will this be helpful to other people?” So while I’m doing my best to be honest and honour the dark, painful, and anguished aspects of my journey, I’m careful about how I do that. I don’t write posts about, say, suicide, when I’m feeling deeply suicidal. I write them when I’m stable, have some perspective, and can hopefully write something that is both authentic and uplifting. Raw distress and confusion can go into my journal but usually not my blog. There are certainly glimpses of it at times but I’m very aware that some of the readers are in bad places and I don’t want to drown anyone. Plus I’ve found that sharing about things I’m currently struggling with instead of those I used to struggle with often makes people uncomfortable, and some reduce that discomfort by imposing advice. Which I hate. So I’m cautious about how I engage that whole area.

This year has been a very big year for me. I moved into my own secure, stable unit. My dog and cat died. I got a puppy. I’ve been giving talks locally and interstate. And on my birthday, I came out as bisexual to my family. That is my group identity. As I’m multiple, the reality for me is straight and gay parts.

It feels like such a cliché to be struggling with sexuality. Many years ago I was in a community health centre and saw a poster that initially made my breath catch in my throat. It read “Is being different getting you down?” I went closer to see what they were offering. The small print read “Some girls like other girls. Some guys like other guys. Some like both.” I was so disappointed. It’s been such a long road to work out why I felt so different, what that meant and where I could find peers. Multiplicity and dissociation have dominated that process. Sexuality hasn’t had much of a look in.

I grew up in a highly homophobic, at times violently so, environment. As a young person I deeply buried these feelings that would have marked me for rage and abuse. As a young adult I suffered from chronic nightmares that were creative and horrifying. I described them at the time to a psychologist I was seeing as torture. Every night I went to sleep and was tortured in my dreams. Eventually we realised there was a lesbian part who had been totally cut off, buried, and denied expression. When we reached out to her with acceptance, those particular nightmares immediately stopped and have never returned. They were part of me screaming in the dark totally alone and rejected, who no longer screams.

Accepting the group identity of bisexual has been both challenging and liberating. I deeply fear homophobic reactions from others, and while I kept my own sexuality secret, I could also maintain a distance from the homophobic abuse of others. Now, it is personal. To read about a gay teen being bashed I no longer feel angry and horrified like I used to, I now feel afraid and loathed. That has been a difficult transition. I don’t cope well with feeling loathed. With a history that includes being stalked, I also don’t cope well with predatory advances. Revealing a queer identity as a women can bring out  distressing responses from some straight men. As someone who loves children I’m painfully aware of those who see all differences from the norm as ‘deviance’ and who confuse minority sexual orientations with paedophilia. To be thought of as a monster is horrifying.

Encountering the stigma specifically surrounding bisexuality has also been very difficult. I am afraid of rejection from both the straight and queer community, there is at times a sense of not belonging properly to either. When I go to queer events I am always assumed to be lesbian and find myself constantly correcting people and wondering why I bother. I have been stressed by the discomfort of some of the straight community and find myself constantly assessing my behaviour to make sure I’m not being misinterpreted. Giving flowers or a hug to another women is not simple anymore. It has been a huge process to reconcile the fundamental difference of some parts being attracted to men and others to women, and to work out how we could possibly date and love someone without hurting them or being hurt by them.

The conclusion we have come to for us is that being in a straight relationship is deeply distressing to gay parts at the moment, while being in a gay relationship does not distress the straight parts. Getting into chat rooms online to find lesbians talking viciously about bisexual women has been confronting and painful. To be stating our group identity as bisexual when we are not looking to date men is frustrating and sets me up for stress. But identifying as lesbian when that is not how all of us feel is merely swapping one closet for another, and I am so tired of closets.

I feel deeply resentful that I have both the multiplicity and the sexuality to come out about, that feels too much a burden of mis-perceptions and stigma to handle. I want to be out, that is the kind of life I want and the values I have. But I am also rocky and scared and have needed to break the whole process up into small steps to keep it manageable. I am also deeply frustrated that these characteristics become all consuming, totally defining who I am for some people.

So this year, when I turned 29, I woke up that day and decided I was not going to reach 30 and still be hiding this. I’m tired of secrets and the shame that glues to them. I’ve been reaching out to the queer community and making new friends, which has been wonderful and difficult and left me feeling like the world has turned upside down. I still can’t quite believe that I’m allowed to be attracted to women and no one is going to hurt me for it. I went to a “Rainbow service” at a church over easter and sat towards the back, sobbing my heart out and trying not to show it. It’s been an incredibly difficult process even though it’s what I want, even though I believe no one should be ashamed of their sexuality, and I’ve done it at my own pace. I still find myself lost for words, overwhelmed, remembering the speaker at my Grandmothers funeral using his time at the podium to sneer that in her time “we didn’t have homosexuality”. The ridiculousness of that statement is blatant. So is the contempt, and it makes my heart curl up and wither.

Bizarrely, despite how incredibly difficult this journey has been, accepting my attraction to women feels like somehow taking the easy way out, after having spent so long suppressing it and keeping it secret. It’s such a relief, such a sense of coming home. To have escaped the world I grew up in and navigated my own fear and confusion and the mess of labels and stigma, to be finding a place where I can just exist as I am, it’s like flying.

So here I am. Many of my favourite artists and musicians are bisexual. I’m part of a diverse community. Bisexual is not shorthand for faithless, promiscuous, damaged, or untrustworthy, although bisexual people may certainly be any or all of those – like anyone. As an artist I find bodies beautiful, vulnerable, and deserving of being seen through romantic eyes, not shaming or judging ones. I’m angry that so many people are struggling with things that leave them excluded, secretive, ashamed, and lonely. I do not believe that is right. I now co-facilitate a fortnightly group The Gap, for same-sex attracted women aged 25 – 40, not because I have extensive networks and experience in queer culture but because the group was short a facilitator and closing down. I believe that we all have the right to choose our own words and labels that feel most comfortable and not to be defined by other people, and that we have the right to live whole lives, free from shame, fear, stigma, abuse, and isolation. I want to be free, authentic, to feel like I can breathe, that I am whole, I want to love and live in the sunshine and drink the night and be fully alive. And I want to help other people find those things too.

Projects

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I have been enjoying the Tafe holidays over the last couple of weeks but today everything starts up again! The Semester 2 classes I can enrol in were a bit of a disaster timetable-wise, so today at 9am I will be in the sculpture studio, pretending to be awake and hoping that small part of my brain that records conversations for me to listen to later on will be functioning. It is sculpture however, so maybe the sheer manic excitement that produces in me will offset the sleep deprivation… yet to be seen…

I am enrolled in two classes this term and three the next, part of my cunning plan to crowd out my week slightly and prevent the peer work side of things from taking over entirely. Fingers crossed it works and doesn’t just exhaust me considering the rest of my schedule.

I hit organisational overload a few weeks back and got to the hiding under my desk stage so the work on the not-for-profit org the Dissociative Initiative has stalled slightly. I’m planning to get back into the swing of things with that within the next few weeks and actually start answering email/my phone again.

I’ve been working on a project for Radio Adelaide, they have a program called F Sharp which is about women and music. I’ll be a co-presenter/producer for their next two shows on Wednesday at 3pm (101.5FM) which is great because it’s a pretty low key way to brush up my skills a bit and feel more confident in the live studio.

I’m also starting to work on a new network, we do not have an official branch of the Voice Hearing Network here in SA so I’m working on putting together a website and linking in with all the other branches around SA to help people find our local resources more easily.

The group The Gap is starting to grow which is exciting. I’m chuffed to meeting so many new people and making new friends, also through another group Trinity Sistas, which thankfully I am not facilitating.

My work on setting up the studio so it is easier to make ink paintings is paying off, I finished another 4 a couple of days ago which is damn exciting. I have a paper I am loving that is archival quality, torn up into different sizes and shapes and stored in a box. When I feel like painting one I rummage through the box and take out the piece of paper that feels like the right size. It’s almost as easy as painting in a journal except this way I can hang the pages to dry and keep painting on a new sheet if I’m in the mood. It’s a good feeling.

Bridges is almost at the one year mark! I am extremely proud of this achievement, it’s been running almost every week and has grown into a strong, caring group of very diverse people who are very accepting, supportive, and have a great sense of humour together. This week we will be celebrating with a Mad Hatters Tea Party and we are all planning chocolaty treats and outrageous hats.

So, plenty going on as usual, all the groups going strong and in exciting directions and lovely new art projects to sink my teeth into. Hoping it all gets off to a good start this week.

Using Sensory Supports

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Some of us who struggle with chronic dissociation find that we can borrow ideas from those living with autism or sensory processing disorders. Certain types of stimulation of the senses can be grounding techniques that relax us and reduce stress. People with PTSD may also find that some of these approaches can help to reduce symptoms such as hypervigilence.One that I have used with great success is ‘white noise’ when I’m sleeping. I’m very sensitive to sounds and particularly when stressed I cannot tune out my environment. A neighbour a few houses down taking in their wheelie bin will wake me up, a dog barking, birds singing, traffic passing… White noise is any non-rhythmic sound, such as the sound of radio static. You can buy white noise generators such as this one, or create your own. I like to use a fan running by my bed. In summer it blows onto me and cools me down, in winter I point it to the wall and just use the noise to help me sleep. There are also a number of phone apps that generate white noise, rain sounds, or other soothing noises to aid sleep. Some of these such as the white noise one I’ve linked also have beautiful sounds that can aid meditation such as the sound of the wind, or a Tibetan singing bowl.

Smells are often helpful, particularly once they become associated with feeling safe and settled. I have a fairly extensive collection of perfumes, aromatherapy oils, essences, and bath gels. Having my home, clothes, bed, skin, or hair smell familiar and good is calming and comforting, particularly because the smell of strangers is one of the things that makes crowded places like public transport sometimes challenging for me. I have an acute sense of smell and find the scent of a whole bus of people’s perfume, cologne, shampoo, deodorant, and sweat a lot to cope with when I’m stressed. Having my own perfume or scent handy to drown the rest out can really help.

Fidgets are another common tool that can be helpful – that is, something tactile to play with in the hands. Some people find that having something to do with their hands helps them to think more clearly, to focus, or to calm when they’re stressed and dissociating. These can be anything, I know some people who play with sprung clothes pegs, others who keep tiny soft toys in pockets and bags. I used to carry a little purse with three pebbles in it, one smooth and two rough.

Weight in the form of blankets or jackets can be settling for some people. I don’t personally use this approach as I find that prolonged weight tends to just set off joint pain for me, and I tangle in bedclothes especially if I’m having nightmares. However I know other people who find weighted blankets incredibly settling when they’re distressed and dissociative. It’s important to be a little careful about this tool, you don’t want to use a blanket that is too heavy and restrictive, especially for someone young or sick. You can buy these or make your own, this page has instructions for a simple blanket, this page has instructions for a blanket that can have the weights easily adjusted. When you feel like you’re floating or fraying apart being contained under gentle weight can be very grounding and reassuring. Another way of using this technique is having a long full body hug, or a cuddle with a pet who sits on you. Some psychiatric assistance dogs are actually trained to sit on the chest of their owner if they start to have a panic attack, because the weight and warmth and connection can be very calming and reduce anxiety.

I find it sad that because we have these labels to which we’re all very sensitive, often wonderful resources get locked up in an area and so many other people who might benefit from them don’t hear about them. There is an amazing wealth of information, tools, resources, strategies, and ideas out there about how to live more comfortably, manage health challenges, adapt to limitations, and make the most of your abilities. Don’t ever be afraid to dig into something labelled entirely differently from what you are experiencing, you might find a brilliant idea that makes all the difference to your world. 🙂

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Zoe At The Beach

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Zoe is settling in well. She’s working out the idea behind toilet training, is slowly getting the rules about not chasing cats, and getting as many cuddles as one puppy can manage. However, keeping an active puppy home all the time is hugely challenging and she is chewing everything she can fit into her mouth.

So the other day I took her to a quiet beach with no other dogs around. She was a bit anxious at first.

But it was a beautiful day.

A sea breeze was blowing foam from the water.

She isn’t a water baby at all, the waves freaked her right out. The foam was blowing in big piles onto the sand.

And that she thought was fantastic, she chased it up and down the beach, trying to eat it and getting foam on her nose.

That night she rewarded me by tearing madly around the house at 2am, leaping over furniture and colliding with things. I’m not making as much progress as I’d like on wearing her out! She’s not got the idea of sleeping through the night either, so she’s banished from my room at the moment, she can amuse herself until I’ve had some decent shut eye. It’s going well though, I’m very attached and loving the company, and she’s clearly very happy and feeling at home. 🙂

Baking Day

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I went to the dentist again yesterday morning, and had the rest of a root canal done. I never enjoy dental work, although I don’t find it as harrowing as things involving needles. I’ve been trying to work on the needle phobia in therapy lately, there’s a lot of things driving it for me which complicates the process somewhat. But we must be on to something because I was able to relax so deeply at the dentists today I dropped into a light sleep and started dreaming while he was cleaning out my roots. So I’m feeling very thoughtful and interested in learning more. I wish I could afford more frequent appointments but at least medicare covers some.

Anyway, my face is sore and I’m short of sleep so I took the day off. Lounged about, tried to nap, had a bath, did some laundry, then decided to bake. I made double batches of chocolate – banana cupcakes: tangerine cupcakes: and coconut cupcakes: I’m hoping to have enough to take round to all my groups over the next couple of days. 🙂
Looking good so far 🙂 Shame about all the dishes though!

Outfitting the studio

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Check out the new floor easel! A friend of mine is sorting out their studio and generously gave this easel to me. It’s gorgeous!

I’m looking forward to creating some larger paintings on this, and especially painting outdoors once the weather warms up some. 


My studio is irritatingly cluttered at the moment. Zoe is chewing on everything at the moment so a lot of my belongings are being stashed in the studio to keep them safe – such as all my shoes:

I’ve also got the last of the boxes from my move here, stashed under tables and on the shelves. You know the ones – at the end of the move where any system had totally broken down and whatever remaining stuff strewed the floors was stuffed into boxes. I have quite a few yet to sort and arrange so that the shelves are more functional. 

I had a fairly lousy day, the kind where having a shower is an achievement. I cheered myself by doing some reconnaissance at two local art shops, continuing the work I’ve been doing on getting my inks set up more professionally. 
I came home with some Arches paper, the big awkward A1 size because it’s the most economical and I like the ragged edges when you tear it down to size, in three different finishes and thicknesses to trial and find what works best with my inks. I also bought this cheap water dish/brush holder, so I can hang my expensive watercolour brushes (which I use for the inks) upside down to dry, which apparently keeps them in good condition for longer. 

I also bought a couple of different types of portfolios to display/protect my finished works. You can buy these up to A1 in size, but that is expensive. I went for two A4 and an A5. My current system to protect finished ink paintings has been hopeless, I am pretty excited that some of these are not too expensive and will make it much easier to store and find work again.

The 25 ink paintings for my talk “Peer Work: a consumer perspective” now have a home. I am so pleased about this, it’s about time. Once I make some space to store a collection I’ll buy some more and file all my old collection safely away. It will be good to pull out some of my older works and have a look at them again too. I might try and photograph some and load some here on the blog for you. 

Can’t stay and chat, I have a studio to clean up. Hope your week is off to a good start. 

Ink – No Freedom

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Another recent ink painting. The words read “There’s no freedom here”. I’m excited by the combination of phrases or short poems with artwork. This one will need to be done again as the ink has feathered slightly on the poor quality paper. I’ve been experimenting lately with different types of paper, looking for something archival quality that handles well with the inks. I used to have a paper that worked really well, but it seems they’ve changed the creation of the paper and it is no longer suitable, which is a shame. Still, there’s a lot to be gained from the process of experimenting if you don’t mind a few projects that don’t work out.

I have been working on creating a process for my ink paintings that streamlines everything. At the moment it’s very chaotic, I don’t have a preferred paper that is quality, I paint very different sizes which can make framing the works challenging, I don’t have a proper place to store the works safely, they are all over my studio in different boxes, files, drawers and nooks – which also makes laying may hands on a particular work tricky. I also lack a safe and simple system for transporting them once sold, or to galleries etc. Not good enough, I find creativity happens best for me in the space between order and chaos. I need both in the right quantities to function best, and at the moment inks are being overwhelmed by too much chaos. I want a paper I’m happy with, a storage system, a presentation method, and a transport system that is all simple, inexpensive, easy for me to remember, and where I can stock up on everything I need so when I have an ink obsessive week I can paint, draw, dry, store, present, and transport without needing to interrupt the process to go and buy supplies or problem solve weird sized paintings etc. 
I am getting very excited because I’ve thinking about this challenge, as well as the making of prints from the ink paintings, for quite some time now, trying different ideas and approaches. I think I am on the cusp of sorting it all out into something that I’m really happy with, that frees me to create to my heart’s content. A few more tests and trials and buying some supplies here and there and I think I’ve got it. Whee! 
The next challenge will be buying some more pens to use different coloured inks in, some more sample pots to paint with diluted inks, a set of the papers I finally decide on, the materials to store/present/transport the inks, and some full size ink bottles of the colours I’ll use most often – at the very least I need a new Noodlers Black. If I’m sensible and brave I’ll investigate arts grants to see if I can get some help to do that – but admin terrifies me so I’ll just see how things go. Also, to learn how to work the adobe software and create booklets of ink paintings or poems, get the printing of prints down to something I’ve trialled properly and can easily do, and finish my first digital story using ink paintings and a voice over… So much to do!  How I love it. 

I am not Sarah

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Or at least, not the only Sarah. Sarah is my group name, the name by which all parts go, a tribe name. When you speak to Sarah, you might be speaking to any part. There is no ‘Sarah’ and the parts. Or rather, we are all Sarah, together. This is partly a concession to a world that requires me to function as if we are all one. We have to be able to all sign the name the same way for a credit card use, to present a cohesive sense of who we are or risk people being afraid and unsettled by the changes and differences. This is also a defense against the mental health world, who so love to impose the kinds of internal hierarchy on multiple systems that they themselves are accustomed to living within – orderlies, then nurses, then doctors, then psychiatrists. They don’t really experience any other way of functioning as a group. But I do, and I prefer my way.

That’s not to say there are not leaders, parts who parent and nurture the distressed, stronger who protect more vulnerable and so on. But different roles are now laid over a central premise of equal value, and that choice has led to the kind of trust internally that was utterly unthinkable ten years ago. I used to live in a war zone, parts fighting for dominance, parts afraid of or contemptuous of other parts and trying to suppress them, fear and loathing between parts, overwhelming loneliness, a sense of being incomplete, fractured, ill equipped for life, and in constant turmoil.

When I was diagnosed with DID our first resolution was that we were going to have a fair system inside. It was not going to mimic the worst of my family, the mess of school, painful relationships I’ve had. It was not going to be a place to re-enact abuse, to carry on the cycle of domination and submission, to tear each other to pieces. It was going to be fair, and safe, and equal.

That commitment has brought an internal peace I could not have imagined. It is not a goal I have attained, my system is not perfect. There is always a minority opinion that needs space to be expressed, always we each have to make major compromises about who we are, what we need, how we function, in order to be a group that works together. We over-correct, obsess, struggle, and cry. It’s not a goal we can attain; it’s a direction we are sailing towards. It’s the path we’re on, and because of that, so much of the rest can be tolerated, because there is meaning in our choices and our suffering, because we all pull together in service of values that are deeply held, that means something to all of us. That we all want and deserve freedom, safety, authenticity, and love.

Small changes in language or perspective can make a big difference to how we see ourselves or our world. When I give talks where I share about my multiplicity, or having a conversation with a shrink or friend, the most common way of framing my experience is to say that I, Sarah, have parts, and that they are part of me. I don’t find this helpful. A lot of the literature about DID assumes or creates an internal hierarchy that doesn’t sit well with any of my system. There’s a ‘core self’ and a bunch of ‘alters’ – alternate personalities. Or, even prettier, a ‘host’ – the one usually out, who has turned up to therapy, and a bunch of parts. I really dislike the term host, it evokes for me memories of biology class, parasitic infection of a host. I’m pretty unenthusiastic about the word ‘alter’ too, it also presume a ‘primary personality’ – the ‘real’ one, and a bunch of alters. Some shrinks take this idea so far they refuse to engage with the alters as that is seen as feeding the ‘delusion of multiplicity’, and they only allow the ‘real’ one to come to therapy.

What I have found works much better for me is ignoring a hierarchy of importance entirely. It doesn’t matter who was here first or what role they play in the system. When it comes to having a voice, having needs that should be met, feelings and insights that are legitimate, we are all equal. We all count, we are all ‘real’. None of us are parts that belong to any of the rest of us. We are all parts that together, make up a whole that is much more complex and unusual than any of thought Sarah could be.

I don’t have parts, I am a part. It was difficult for those of us who truly believed that we were Sarah, the only Sarah, to release our tight grip on that identity and let it be expanded to include experiences, values, needs, beliefs, and ways of living in the world that are entirely alien to us. To not be threatened and angry and afraid of this assault on our self perception, but to see that the identity of Sarah was like shelter in a storm, was like a hot air balloon soaring over the sea. To be moved by compassion to share it, rather than fight for sole use, throwing everyone else overboard. To realise at last that we all deserve life, we share one body, we are under one umbrella. When one of us is cut off and alone and rejected and suffering, we all suffer, we are all diminished. So we let go instead of holding tight, and Sarah became more than any of us, a strange chimera, a multifaceted creature of contradictions, united by a set of common values. That has been liberating.

This is not the only way, not the ‘best’ way, not the only language. I don’t share this to impose how I/we function onto anyone else. Other multiples find different language more meaningful, have different ways of resolving conflict and managing life. There is no one right way. I share this in case aspects of it might fit, or spark an idea, be useful in some way, encourage someone still in turmoil that there can peace with parts, or give insight into the inner world all people have to find a way to navigate, even those of you who are not multiples.

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

Recycling from the hard rubbish

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I have spent all of my adult life being pretty broke. If you can pull together some skills and resources, it’s surprising what you can manage on a low income. This is especially true if you’re able to go and rummage through the left overs of the wealthier folks, because what they throw away is often the kind of stuff that is perfectly serviceable for the rest of us.

Here in Adelaide, many of our councils run a hard waste collection a few weeks a year. If you need some furniture or homeware, like I did when I moved in here, you might find it useful to learn the etiquette of recycling from the kerb.

  1. Firstly, find out when the collections are on. Most councils list on their website or have pamphlets printed each year that show how the collections will be run. Usually the collections are staggered, a certain area will have a collection on Monday, the neighbouring area Tuesday, and so forth. Find out where and when these collections are and put them in your diary. Prioritise upmarket suburbs because they tend to upgrade and so give away nicer items. Most councils allow householders to put things out for a collection a day or even a week early so don’t wait until collection day!
  2. Arrange some transport if you can. I am very fortunate in that I have access to a van, but other people use cars, trolleys, bike trailers, wheelbarrows… If you really need a new wardrobe you will want larger transport, if you’re hoping to find some craft supplies not so much.
  3. Find a friend to go with you if possible, especially if you’re going out after dark. Take a torch and some gardening gloves too. A thermos of hot drink is especially nice in the cold weather!
  4. Think tetris. Harness your ability to pack lots of things in together. Take along some old blankets to wedge between or around fragile items, or bags to wrap smaller items.
  5. If it’s been put out on the kerb during hard waste collection, feel free to take it home. Politeness dictates that if the home owner is around you double check with them that the items are rubbish. Be careful not to confuse someone moving house with a hard waste collection.
  6. If you’re feeling keen, check in boxes, wardrobes, and drawers. One time I found a whole decent set of saucepans in the big box that the upgraded set must have come in. 
  7. Be careful of surprises. Some items have been left in sheds or on porches. There may be spiders and other bugs, there may be sharps under cushion seats etc. Always check items thoroughly and carefully! Give everything a really good clean and/or sterilizing (boiling water plus sunlight is easy) before using it.
  8. Items can be broken down into components. Old ugly dressers are often snapped up by crafts people who want them for their gorgeous walnut wood. 
  9. You can use items for temporary purposes. I once helped a woman pack 18 chairs into her car because she had a party that weekend. 
  10. Don’t feel like you’re stuck with the items. You might be desperately broke and have no armchairs. There are always armchairs out in the hard waste! Take home a couple that are solid, even if they are ugly. In a couple of months when you’ve more money, then you can look at something you like. The next step up from the hard waste is often buying on eBay, from second hand shops, garage sales etc. Often you will get a much stronger, hardier item second hand than buying from the cheapest range of new gear.
  11. Some things are almost never in the hard waste. If you want a bookshelf, you’ll probably have to buy it. Apparently no one ever throws them out! Don’t be discouraged if there are days you don’t find much. It’s a bit like fishing.

Things I’ve collected from the hard rubbish; 2 two-seater lounges, rugs, carpets, books, magazines, a box of bottles of white wine, a hand mower, a wardrobe, armchairs, crockery, saucepans, paintings, canvas, old mirrors, dressers, an aquarium, a terrarium, a vivarium, bird cages, outdoor furniture, garden tools, whitegoods, old tv’s, empty garden pots and saucers, useful boxes and storage, candles and so on.

If you’ve ever had money, or you have friends that do, scrummaging like this can feel really humiliating. There’s a big shift between creating houses that look like magazine entries and those where the decor was what we found on the side of the road. You are actually helping out in that it’s far better for the ‘rubbish’ to be recycled than go on to landfill. It doesn’t have to be horrible, you still stamp your own personality on your home with what you have chosen, how you use it, care for it, arrange it. The effect of the whole is a lot more important from the point of view of actually living in it. It doesn’t matter if your ‘coffee table’ is actually a cardboard box with a scarf over it, it works! I’ve found that it takes the sting out to be proud of my resourcefulness and to recall how much of the world is living in the kind of conditions where my humble home is a palace of luxury. With running water, heating, cooling, glass in the windows, several rooms, a roof with no leaks, and money to buy soap, food, and medicine, there’s a lot to appreciate. It’s often also down to values, where you want to spend the little bit of money that you have. It’s appropriate for your health care to be more important than a new rug, or to want to put some money aside for a kids birthday rather than buy a new bed. I’d rather have a dog than a dishwasher or a dining suite. The odd person might disagree with your choices or sneer at your home, but it’s your life and your values and their approval isn’t relevant.

Zoe

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When I left home yesterday, I decided to keep Zoe indoors while I was gone because she is only a puppy and does make a bit of  a fuss when I leave her. Don’t want to upset the neighbours any more than they already are. The downside is I’m not sure my furniture will still be one piece when I get home, plus toileting indoors. Sigh. Poor darling, she’s so keen and excited but she has a case of Kennel Cough she caught while in the pound. That means she’s contagious so I can’t take her for walks. She also isn’t due for her booster vacs until the end of the month so until then she’s also vulnerable to catching things like Parvo from other dogs. So, she’s been learning to fetch in the backyard instead. 

She is keenly chewing on everything including my couches, books, boxes, tables, paper, tissues, cardboard rolls, and anything else she can reach. 🙂 Training is continuing and she is doing very well with the exception of toilet training. The cold, wet weather has dissuaded her entirely from toileting outdoors. I am having an indoor puppy litter tray delivered, hopefully we can work this out in stages. She is such a sweetheart, she sits for her meals now immediately, she’s bringing a ball back nearly every time, she’s learning she’s not allowed to bother or bark at Sarsaparilla, pretty incredible work for a stray puppy who’s only been here for a week. 

Back to ink

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I spent wednesday at home weathering a lousy day. I have a neighbour making my life difficult and that’s done my brain over a bit. I was looking forward to a shrink appt in the morning, but unfortunately they were sick so the brilliant timing of ‘depressing problem’ + ‘person to talk to’, turned into a frustrating morning of ‘up unnecessarily early’ + ‘can’t think straight’ instead. I have admin tasks banking up again I’m too anxious to handle and I’ve stopped answering my phone. A couple of persistent people are calling me several times a day. I’ve stopped carrying my phone around with me too. I’ve been having trouble with minor vandalism and some thefts happening when I’m away so I didn’t leave home all day. I did manage one critical admin task – to ask Australia Post not to leave parcels on my doorstep anymore, and to tuck my mail all the way into my letter box. Hopefully no more mail going missing now. So far $25 worth of inks have been stolen.

I tried to paint my journals today, I’ve been looking forward to that all week but when I’m not in a good head space sometimes it doesn’t work and just increases my stress. Today was one of those days so I stopped part way through when my head started to crash out.

Went to inks instead. I don’t know why, but even when I’m distressed I can usually make ink paintings. I ended up making three, and then cuddling up with Zoe on the couch to watch some sad movies. I’ll keep my head down until things settle internally. I have to leave the house tomorrow as I’m out of a medication that reduces pain.