Tuesday, July 21, 2009

More pics!!!!
















So - we got the swimming pool, and then left it out, and there was a storm. Pool got all filled with nasty debris, and we forgot to empty it.
Well, a few days later, Tigger opens the back door, and these two little things race past us to get outside, and before we can stop her - shes in the pool. No water proof diaper, no change of clothes.. and nasty *cold* pool water.
And do you *think* we can get her out?
*laughs*
The brother is smarter - hes not so fond of cold water - and he stays outside of the pool, just splashing madly. Its enough to get him soaked, of course... but its the *principle* of the thing, right?

Picspam!!!!

because its been a long, long time....

First, a size comparison - yes, they have grown alot!














And - we got them a swimming pool!














A muddy, happy little boy....














and a sleepy little girl after a night of fun...

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Really, really long.

But if you love me, please read this?

So, Ive always known that my mother drank during her pregnancy, and I always knew it had affected me. But it wasn’t until these last few days when I have actually looked into what it may have done, or not done.
The results shocked me down to my absolute core. And to some extent, I have spent the last few days just simply in shock.

Most people connect Fetal Alcohol Syndrome with an odd appearance (which I don’t have) or a low IQ (which I definitely don’t have) and so I suppose, at first glance, it would seem that it wasn’t an issue for me. Unless you really know the disease. Than, in all honesty? Its rather frighteningly obvious.

I think the biggest thing for me is the behavioral problems that are associated with it. The things that make day to day living a menace.
For example, memory problems.

Most people who know me know that I have memory problems. What they don’t understand is that this is what goes hand in hand with two other serious issues. One is the inability to get from fantasy, to reality. The other, is a serious issue with truth – to put it in other words, Im a compulsive liar.

Now, Ive worked bloody hard on this over the years. And to be honest, Ive come a long way. But No one is perfect, that’s for sure. And so, let me explain to you what happens.

Lets say Im supposed to do the laundry. I know I have to do the laundry, but Im busy doing something else. I promptly forget intirely that Im supposed to be doing the laundry, and it just doesn’t get done. You can actually look me in the face, ask me to do something, I will nod and assure you that I will do it – and I will have full intentions to do it. And I wont. I just simply wont remember. I wont remember what you said, I may not remember it even needs to get done, depending on how new the task is to me.
This quite often, kicks a part of my mind that I hate into action. This is the part of the equation where I lie. I don’t think about it, I don’t even mean to do it. It just *happens*. And it *sucks*.

The fantasy to reality thing Isnt so much a problem anymore. Except that the lies can sometimes get a little – stretched. But for the most part, I haven’t dealt with this one since highschool. Ive learned other ways to cope. They aren’t always ways that people who get to know me like or understand, but its far better than the alternative.

This of course, all gets wrapped up in the area of “poor reasoning and judgment skills” as well. I quite often do very stupid things. Or take chances that I shouldn’t. I know its wrong, but I still cant help myself from doing it. Just another little mental misfire that I hate.

This of course all makes maintaining friendships amazingly hard. People don’t want to be friends with someone who looks like a liar and glory hog. And I get that. And getting into a large group of people means more information thrown at me than I can handle at once, and therefore – I cant remember, and I get nervous, and the lies just start spinning out, and – Im almost helpless. Its possibly the most terrible thing in the world for me. And so I withdraw. I pull away from people and hide, because I cant deal with them the way I want to.

Anxiety and depression fit in there. When you know you cant deal well with people, it makes you not want to deal with people. You don’t want to lie. You don’t want to forget. But you know you will. You don’t want to do stupid things, but you know you will, and every social exposure becomes a landmine of risks and pitfalls that just isn’t worth it.

And ok – another symptom is the inability to read social cues as well. And to a great extent, years of counseling training has improved this. In theory, I know the cues. I can see the shifts of weight, the body postures, the placement of feet and hands, the expression on peoples faces... and still, a lot of the time, Im so nervous, and so wrapped up in my own little world, I just – steamroll right over it all.

Psychiatric and criminal issues follow. When you don’t remember what you’ve done a lot of the time, you can do some *really* stupid things. And when you have issues with risk taking, it gets much worse. Again, as Ive gotten older and more stable, this has by the most part fallen by the wayside. I don’t steal things anymore. I don’t spend a lot of time with criminals to get involved with things they might do.

The one that really stood out to me though? Was the inappropriately friendly with strangers. Again, it makes sense – the risk taking and the lack of memory, adding in the anxiety – yeah I can meet someone and within five minutes Ive told them my entire life story. Of course, the chance that Ive told them the *truth* is small. But that causes massive problems of its own. And I end up walking away feeling disgusted and angry with myself, wondering why I always do that and why I cant control my mouth.
Well – now I know.
Other issues that Ive seen? How about a difficulty with dealing with money? – Just look at my credit card problems and that becomes obvious. Or how about lack of control over my emotions? Oh yes - *all* of this is Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, people. Its literally something I *cant* control.
Now – some interesting quotes… all are relative.
“Attachment disorders can be mild or severe. They can be caused by abuse, neglect, trauma of multiple placements, and/or lack of bonding with the primary caregiver. Attachment disorders can also be caused by alcohol exposure before birth.”
Yeah – does “lack of bonding” sound about right to you? On top of the FAS?
“At all ages, many children with FAS/E are overly friendly. They are too easily approached by strangers — anyone who talks to them at a bus stop is instantly their best friend. Their desire to be accepted, and their difficulty making good choices, means their peers or adults can easily lead them into inappropriate behaviour. This means that at all ages, these students require greater supervision than their peers.”
Apparently, inappropriate sexual behavior also falls into this. Again, thankfully, Ive found a safe outlet for that. Writing, is amazingly thereputic.
“Students with FAS/E often have memory problems. Like many students with learning disabilities, they may learn a concept one day, but the next day it is gone, only to reappear unexpectedly at some time in the future. Parents report that their child studies for hours for a social studies test, only to earn a failing mark the next day. Children with FAS/E may be able to recall the details of a camping trip from long ago, but not be able to remember what they had for lunch. They may be able to remember hockey statistics, but not multiplication tables. If they drop a pencil while working on a math sheet, they may have forgotten what they were doing or get lost in the middle of a problem by the time they get the pencil back. Even late in the school year, they may not remember their teacher’s name. “
Don’t ask me what my teachers names were, don’t ask me to tell you what I wrote yesterday… But I can tell you down to the last detail the dinner I ate on my wedding day, what happened when my mother died, I can even tell you a good deal of some other very random events….*shrugs* But don’t ask me how old I was when I graduated.
“Many students with FAS/E have difficulty learning mathematical skills. They may have problems with computations and problem solving and with the life-skills concepts of “time” and “money.”
Progressing through the mathematics curriculum involves:
• developing a “number” concept,
• rote knowledge for facts and algorithms (how to re-group to subtract, multiply, etc.),
• moving from computations with concrete materials to mental problem solving, and
• translating word problems into the correct sequence of computations. “
Math – ever met someone who failed the same math class *twice*? I did. My fabulous northern sister spent hours and hours tutoring me and trying to help me understand the most basic concepts. I would sit and cry, and get distracted, and cry some more. It was just impossible for me.

On the other side of things… some good news…
“Students with FAS/E can bring creative, musical and artistic gifts to your classroom. Although the participation of the student with FAS/E may sometimes be limited by the child's special needs, teachers can develop creative ways to include these individuals in the study of all fine arts subject areas. Many activities are as naturally integrative as the subject areas are to each other. Dance, drama, music and the visual arts are so rich in their experiences and forms of communication that a student with FAS/E should be included as much as possible.”
“A loving, nurturing and stable home life, without disruptions, harmful relationships or transient lifestyles, has also been shown to benefit children with fetal alcohol spectrum disorders. Those who live in abusive, unstable or violent environments are more likely to develop later behavioral problems.”

I owe my sister, and Dave Wood, and a few others my life. They made moments that should have been devastating to me stable, and solid. They were there to help me see truth when it was entirely obscured, and live in it. They gave me outlets into music, and writing, and the arts where I excelled. Im am so thankful that God put those people into my life.
But I cant help but lash out either, still coming to grips with all of this. There have been a lot of people in my life – trained in counseling and in mental illness. Both professionally, and socially.
Not one of these people managed to put two and two together and come up with this as a diagnoses. Ive even for years believes that I had “sociopathic tendencies” and never even thought that it was something just as simple as FAS, or FAE. And yes, Im furious. Ive been abandoned by friends more than once, just because they wouldn’t, or didn’t feel that it was important, to help me deal with these issues. And yet, a great deal of them were “trained” to see this people, and diagnose.
I cannot begin to explain how that makes me feel.
Right now, Im still trying to come to grips with all of this. To discover, after all these years, that so much of what Ive struggled with all my life is stuff I *cant* control. That people have demanded of me so much that I am incapable of giving. And that no one thought that maybe it *was* beyond me.
Im glad I know. I can learn new ways of dealing. Perhaps I can curb some of these instincts, now that I understand why it happens.
That being said, please don’t ask me to remember my laundry? It wont ever happen *bg*
In closing, just a few definitions and facts, me being the everloving researcher I am.

FAS: Fetal Alcohol Syndrome Symptoms include small head/body, facial characteristics, brain damage

FAE: Fetal Alcohol Effects Symptoms usually not visible, such as behavior disorders, attention deficits

ARBD: Alcohol Related Birth Defects Anomalies such as heart defects, sight/hearing problems, joint anomalies, etc.

ARND: Alcohol Related Neurodevelopmental Disorders Disorders such as attention deficits, behavior disorders, obsessive/compulsive disorder, etc.

FASD: Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders All of the disorders named above are contained in the spectrum. Full FAS comprises only about 10% of the spectrum. The other 90% may have fewer physical symptoms but are at greater risk for developing serious secondary conditions later. (Streissguth, 1997)

• FASD is the leading known cause of mental retardation.
• Most individuals with FASD have normal intelligence.
• FASD causes serious social and behavior problems.
• Each year in the US 5,000 babies are born with FAS.
• Five times as many are born with alcohol related disorders.
• No amount of alcohol is known to be safe during pregnancy.
• Alcohol causes more damage to baby than any other drug.
• FAS and related disorders are 100% preventable.

Unsure.

I was unsure of where to post this, on which blog. But since this isnt really a "rant" - Ive decided to post it here.

Im going to start with a postscript. Darling northern sister, You are going to be seriously upset if you read this. So dont, ok? Its me and my beleifs, on a topic that we *dont* agree on, so - just smile, wave, and walk on by.

Now that *thats* out of the way....

Jesus came, and died for everyone. Every single person on this planet. Who ever was, or ever will be. If you believe that, than you are saved. Period, end of story.

At least thats the general theory.
But scripture is pretty clear also that the gate is narrow, and that there are goats in amongst the sheep that are going to be separated out. People who think they are going to heaven, might not. Because theres still that one little hang up...

If you really love someone... your life is going to change. And in accepting Christs sacrifice, its pretty hard *not* to love Him. I mean, honestly - if someone had a gun to your head, and said "If someone doesnt take your place, Im firing in 3, 2, 1...." And this guy you never met before popped up and said "Shoot me instead" and *bam* that was that - You would probably do everything you could to get to know the guy after the fact. Because you would want to know *why* he did it. What made him tick?
And his life, would change the way you lived yours.

But where does love end, and manipulation start?
Am I counted more faithful, because I am unsure of my salvation, and still believe?
I am willing, in "theory" to serve Christ to the best of my abilities, and still go to hell. I know that is indeed what I deserve. But because I also know that faith like that is well - rather insane... do I say and believe that in an attempt to manipulate God into allowing me into heaven? Or would I truly be content?

Or am I simply recognizing the massive separation between my worthiness in action, in contrast to the Holiness and Exaltedness of God?

((for those who know me very well, both Max and Japheth are shaking their heads at me, just telling me Im over thinking something that *is* just faith, and I need to stop before I go mad))

I can confuse things further in that I, over the years, have come to believe a great deal in pre-destination. Ive met too many people who truly *want* a relationship with Christ, but simply cant seem to communicate with Him. They dont seem, no matter how much they seek and want it, to be able to find the rest and peace in the presence of God. And I know others, who shrink away from Him, and yet, cant help but seem to believe. Despite their own interests.

((sister dear, if you did read up to here, let me just say, that I respect your opinions, and your faith immeasurably, - but I believe that the reason why you believe the way *you* do? Is that you *were* chosen, and you know it, and you cant imagine life any other way. You have surrounded yourself with others like you. It is inconceivable to you, where you are, that God could *not* take someone to Him. and I get that... I really truly do ))

Lets face it - God does want everyone. He didnt die for just some people, and not others. He was brutally, and ... well.. He sacrificed *everything* for us. He has fought time and time and time and again for us just to love Him. He is the *ultimate* "boy next door". The one we see every day, but dont want.
But He isnt going to force Himself on us. If we dont want Him, he keeps that distance - polite and proper. He'll drop you a hint here and there, and the minute you start calling, He'll definitely answer...

But I suppose what Im wondering, is what exactly is *my* motive for calling? Is it truely out of love, or simply out of petty selfishness for want of a better life? Or better afterlife, as it is. Because there is *no* way that I can read into scripture that God wants us to be rich and fat and happy in *this* life. Hes far more interested in making us wise, and developing us into real people. And thats a painful, unpleasant process.
It demands poverty, and stress, and crosses to bear. It demands gifts to use, and things to give away, and sacrifices made. It means grief, and chaos, and loss. Because you certainly wont attain wisdom, if you dont *work* for it. Unless you are Solomon... you dont learn it by sitting around having a pretty boy/girl feeding you grapes all day.

Ive often said that no sane person would ever "choose" Christ. It just doesnt make sense. Because if we see life as finite, it isnt a good game plan. Only if we are indeed Eternal beings, does it push past the limits of reason and embrace *wisdom*. (because those two things, ala Jack Sparrow, are often at odds)

I suppose, really, what Im asking, is - *Does* God know that I love Him?
Do I *really* love Him? Or am I just - spouting off lip service and than just - going my own way?
Does the fact that Im even questioning this prove that I do, or is that just more manipulation?

How do I get past my dysfunction, to see what my real motive is?
any clues?

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Morning thoughts...

Ive lowered my dose from3 to 2, and am again starting to feel the effects of my temper. Im not in a *bad* mood, mind you. I just - react violently. So, I need to go back to 3, I think.
However, I have realized that if I could, or did actually exercise daily, I wouldnt need that third.
I probably wouldnt need any.

Its generally acknowledged, that people who exercise daily are happy people. I saw this when I worked at the gym. People would come in grumpy, tired and stressed, and leave happy, and with a much better outlook on the rest of thier day. Exercise, really, truely does help - and why I ceaseless forget this amazes me.

It made me think of Deadwood, and how the women of that time were very often drugged heavily, and I have to wonder if it had something to do with the fact that very few of them led anything that could be considered an active lifestyle.yet some of the most violent of the men were quite often mentally healthy and stable, able to reason easily - probably due to that more active lifestyle.

From there, I kinda went off in two different directions - the first, in keeping with that line, made me realize that a great deal of the opinions that the world puts on women are probably related to that. We are viewed as being highly emotional, irrational creatures - and the women who do the hardest physical labour, while often maligned by other women, are usually the clearest of thought. And the most content in thier own minds and bodies.

the second direction I went in, was how wildly the world has changed in general. 20 years ago, it was "Little House on the Prarie" and today, its "Deadwood". Take what you want from that as a sociatal commentary.

The long and short of it is that if Im having a bad day, I need to exercise. If Im feeling violent and angry, I need to exercise. If Im dark and brooding and depressed? I need to exercise.
Why should I do with chemicles, what I can do naturally, and healthfully? Our bodies were not meant to sit in one place- they were built to be active, to move and to *do*. Denying that denies our very existence, really. So the next time you feel like your having just a terrible day? Go for a walk. You may be *really* surprised at how much it helps.

Which also makes me think about another friend or two. Quite often people who have mental illness - depression, in my case - *like* to walk. THey walk *alot*. In fact, The drive to *move* in these people is sometimes quite extreme. I wonder if that is thier bodies way of saying "You have something wrong with you, and this is how we fix it?"
*shrugs*
Just a thought.

Yeah - this is my mind first thing in the morning. I start my day curing depression and looking at the failings of society... all before Im really even awake. Can you *imagine* the thoughts I have when Im actually functioning?