Wednesday, July 7, 2010

suspicious

Hey followers.

I wish I had written in the days leading up to yesterday. I was doing ok....dare I even say "good"? It would have been a lot more uplifting for you all to read. I guess the problem is that I only want to write during times of intense emotion, and my "ok" or "good" days don't inspire me as much. So what I'm saying is....don't assume I'm always doing poorly because that's what I write about.

That being said, yesterday/today have been stressful. I went in for my 6 week post op appointment. As usual, a resident doc is the first to see me. Fair enough. However, she takes forever and doesn't give me any information (IE: my eye pressure, how my retina is, how my cornea graft is). She then goes (for a long time!) and gets another resident to poke around. Again, no information. He leaves and I can here the eye doctor gang chatting outside the door for a long time (but I couldn't make out what they were saying). Then my glaucoma specialist comes in, pokes my eye ball a bit more, then tells me that my retina looks "suspicious". He then directs me down the hall to see the retina specialist. I get there and the receptionist tells me the retina specialist isn't available and they'll call be back soon and get me an appointment within a week. So I went home.

Today the eye institute phoned to tell me that even though the retinal specialist was in meetings all of tomorrow, he can meet with me after hours.

My appointment tomorrow can't come soon enough. I have so many questions and no answers. What the hell does "suspicious" mean (in regards to a retina)? A friend of mine said it made her imagine my retina dressed in black, sneaking around. It could mean so many things- and not knowing is what's killing me. "Suspicious" could mean something minor like a small tear or complication from the surgery (which can easily be fixed). It could even be something so tiny that the other doctors weren't even sure if it was significant or not. But why wouldn't they say that? When I was diagnosed with a retina detachment my glaucoma specialist told me about it right after he examined me....So why couldn't he tell me now? Why couldn't anyone tell me anything?

I don't want to jump to conclusions. It's frustrating- I've been dealing with my eye condition my entire life, and I've been given a lot of bad news. I can deal with bad news, there isn't any information that I need to be protected from. Again, it could be an abnormality that they were unsure about......but I'm still left wondering.

Oh, and don't google "suspicious retina" unless you want to convince yourself that you are dying of intraocular melanoma.

I guess I'll see (no pun intended) what tomorrow brings.

Peace, Love and Veggies,

Alex

Friday, July 2, 2010

Who is speaking?

I have been sitting on my bed staring mindlessly into space for the past few minutes...

....pause again.....

I have found myself unable or unwilling to make any decisions, so I do nothing.

.....pause......

Today should (No! I shouldn't use the word "should") have been a good day. I met up with a friend I had not seen in a long time and had a lovely, long and interesting conversation over coffee on the patio. As someone who tends to isolate, this is rare and awesome.

Then I got home.

I realized I hadn't eaten for over 6 hours, and ate a whole bunch of food that was less nutritious (yet equivalent calorie wise....peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on toast) and went at it.

Is this a binge, or a normal reaction to not having food for six hours? Is this the eating disorder or is it me?

I don't know.

Then I realized the time, almost 4. I had planned to attend a yoga class at 5:15.

Then I started to feel the effects of being out in the bright sun for so long....I was (am still) exhausted. I was all hot and sunburnt. I did not want to go and do poses with strangers and get overheated. I wanted to relax and enjoy the wonders of air conditioning.

Yet I had to ask myself- am I just using heat exhaustion as an excuse? Am I just putting off yoga because I don't want to be around other people?

I still don't know.

I just sat there, trying to make a decision until so much time had passed that the decision was made for me.

Since then I've felt guilty. I am berating myself for everything I do. I decided to watch a movie I had rented on my laptop. I slipped into my bed and turned it on. Then I began to critique myself - why are you in bed? You're just perpetuating the depression. This is what you do when you're depressed. Stop." I then got out, made my bed carefully and turned the movie back on. I liked the movie, but it felt like I was doing something wrong. I felt like I was back in high school skipping class instead of an adult who made the decision not to go to a drop in yoga class.

I wanted someone to tell me it was ok- I wanted to stop feeling guilty. I tried to fight the thoughts...but I couldn't. I stopped watching the movie.

I thought about other situations where I cannot tell where the behaviour came from. I don't drink. Is it a healthy choice? Having used unhealthy coping strategies in the past, I can easily see myself becoming an alcoholic. Also, nowadays I literally cannot drink because combined with my medications it could result in a seizure.

However, I have other not so healthy reasons. For starters, alcohol is empty calories. However, I am scared the most of losing my inhibitions. I could/would make a fool out of myself. I might even allow myself to order food...

So I don't. I make excuses and stay alone in my apartment. Eventually if you do that enough, people stop asking.

So I am alone, with only a disorder to keep me company.

It keeps me locked away so I can eat foods that I prepared and feel comfortable with. Food that I know has x amount of calories. It forces me to jump on the scale over and over. Sometimes when I feel especially vulnerable, I don't even want to drink water for fear of causing a higher number. How warped is that? When I manage to go out to a resteraunt, I convince myself that the world is somehow conspiring to make me fat. I order a diet coke and am convinced it's a regular coke and they're just tricking me.

I want this to be over so badly.

Anyways, I'm going to go put something on my fried skin.

Peace, Love and Veggies,

Alex

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

connections

Hello readers!

Oh my, I sure have experienced a variety of emotions today!

This morning I had a meeting with my practicum coordinator. I was terrified (as I always am in those situations). I wanted to discuss more options for placements in the fall, and was also hoping to get more information on how my grades from last year would be handled and how that would present itself on my audit.

Anyways, it went pretty smoothly, though I didn't get any information on my grades. The school of social work made various accommodations for my nearly completed courses from last year. However, these were not yet confirmed by the registrar's office, and I have a big, ugly "D-" on my audit. The awards office recently saw this and cancelled my scholarship.

I'm very fortunate that my parents put away money to send me to school, and thus the scholarship isn't "necessary". However, it was a source of pride for me....it made me believe (just a little) that I deserved my education. However, I can learn to live without that.

I cannot live with a D-

I know that's a little melodramatic, but before that my worst grade in university has been a B+. I also take what I am studying very seriously, and do feel that in some ways these grades reflect us personally. This course is our only direct intervention course. If you were a grad school, would you accept a social work student who failed to learn how to deal with clients? I don't think you would.

On the bright side my practicum is looking more hopeful. I am applying to an agency that provides emergency housing/support to women and children fleeing violence. It would be such a great opportunity. Every time I think about getting the chance to "be there" for these people in crisis- to have them allow me into their lives in such a personal way....I just feel so privileged and thankful. I really hope it works out!

Anyways, the rest of the day was busy. I had to rush home, give Nona her medicine (she was not pleased about this), then rush off to a trainer appointment. I came back and pretended to sleep for a bit, as I can't really nap cause I can't turn my brain off without medications....but I needed a break! Another drug I'm taking has huge sedative effects, and so fatigue is something I just have to deal with. Moving on-

I also had a group therapy meeting - the last one I shall have for a while (as my class conflicts with it). This is where I get into the topic of "connections". I came into the group feeling content and ready to talk. However, due to my passive/soft spoken/excessively polite nature, I was never given the opportunity to speak. I tried many times (I had a lot to say), but ultimately someone louder or quicker would take the spotlight. Eventually I felt so shut down that I stopped trying.

I got home feeling pretty low. I got into a horrible state of mind where I kept on telling myself that it doesn't matter- what I have to say doesn't matter.

However, I went on an online forum that I frequent (theppk.com). It's a vegan forum, and many of the users share a lot of my social/political viewpoints. I didn't even mention the group incident, but I was met with a lot of support and encouragement.

I've been thinking a bit about technology and how it influences our social relationships. There are so many people who believe it to be some sort of evil force that sucks us away from authentic human interaction. This view made me feel so guilty, as I spend a lot of time online. It seemed to highlight the fact that I was socially awkward/incapable.

Our world seems to really prefer extroverts who are outgoing/talkative/"friendly"/loud. Introverts like myself on the other hand are seen as reclusive/shy/aloof, and are often ignored.

Online, we are equal. The introverts get a voice just as loud as an extrovert, and can often express themselves easier in written form (like me!).

So is a relationship where all communication is in the form of text somehow less real? I don't think so. Sometimes what we show on the outside is dramatically different than what goes on in our internal world.

I also think about this blog- how grateful I am to have such an outlet, that people actually read it, how I can be heard.

Ok, I hope that all made sense. You are all wonderful!

Peace, Love and Veggies,

Alex

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Is it true? am I actually looking forward to something?

Hello chumbles!

I just said goodnight to my poor litle Bunchkin (bunny munchkin, FYI) Nona. She got her baby making organs taken out and is now home. Poor thing is sore and doesn't want to eat much, but I was able to get her to eat some sliced apple, cilantro and banana chips. It was so weird last night (she had to stay at the animal hospital), the place seemed so empty! Anyways, healing vibes would be greatly appreciated!

I'm recovering from the whole POF guy trauma. After I posted my blog entry he texted me again. He asked if we could just be sex buddies (since I wasn't interested in a relationship). Umm....no? Anyways, that made me feel a little less guilty about the whole situation. Anyone who has met me should know that I could never do that.

Oh, and yes, the title of this entry is true! A few lovely events are approaching. A most wonderful person is coming to Ottawa for a few days (*waves* you know who you are!) and it will be delightful to see them again. Also, Monday of next week will be the start of my late summer class. I'm so, so happy to be back at school. I've been off since mid November, and am just excited to be back studying what I love to study. It's actually not a social work class I'm taking, but a sociology class about addictions. I realized yesterday that I knew the prof as a guest speaker from a class last summer. She was awesome and really involved in a lot of advocacy work related to harm reduction, drug policy and honest drug education. Yay!

Academics aside, it will be so nice to be in a class of people outside my major, and just being able to start fresh. When I started University I was able to do this as my past was unknown. However, due to the events of this year many people in my program are aware of my struggles. It's not a matter of them being gossips, but rather genuinely concerned. However, it will be nice to meet people and have them see me as normal. The only other new people I've met recently have been in the ED support group I attend. However, everyone in the group has the assumption that you struggle with an ED (or else why would you be there?). Now I will just get to be a student....how awesome is that?

Also, next week I have a 6 week post operative appointment. Hopefully I will get the news that all is well and that the gas bubble that they inserted to support my healing retina has dissolved. This will give me the go ahead to use air travel. I want to go out west so badly- not Calgary as much as Windermere or Victoria. I miss those mountains, and of course it would be nice to see the family (as awkward and dramatic as it is).

Anyways, I should be signing off. I have an appointment with an administrator from the school of social work....and being over tired would not help me convince this person that I am mentally stable and competent for a student placement. Hopefully it goes well!

Peace, Love and Veggies,

Alex

Sunday, June 27, 2010

no apologies

Hey everyone,

I have been given a challenge by Toar. I'm not allowed to say "sorry" unless I physically injure someone.

I failed....ten times already.

Ok, I had a reason.

This guy I met online texted me today. Hey, don't judge Toar recommended this dating website. Anyways, we had texted/emailed a bit and met up once. Then I got my eye surgery and kind of....stopped communicating.

He texted this afternoon to see what was up, if I was still interested, that sort of thing. We texted back and forth for a bit, but I had a meeting with Toar and turned off my cell phone.
When I left the office I was all consumed by thoughts of the "no apology" challenge that I forgot to message him back.

He texted me about an hour later to say he felt rejected, how he had liked me and wanted to kiss me when we met, how he thought something was there but "obviously it wasn't".

I said I was sorry so many times. I didn't tell him I was with my therapist (for obvious reasons) and instead told him a friend had called who really needed to talk.

He was still hurt.

I then told him that I was messed up, that I shouldn't have even considered pursuing new relationships. That I was negligent and unfair. I pleaded for him to believe it was all my fault.

He said he felt lost

I'm sorry
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It's not enough.

It is so strange to think that somebody felt rejected by me. I feel like an untouchable in India.....it's impossible for me to reject anyone. I don't deserve anyone.

I'm sorry

Ok, obviously this whole endeavor has failed tonight, so I'm going to stop depressing you guys and lie in bed for a while.

Peace, Love and Veggies

Alex

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Person, place or thing

Hello everyone,

As you know, this blog is primarily focused on my battle with mental illness. However, today I wanted to step away from describing my problems and explain a different piece of who I am. I was recently asked a couple questions about my decision to be vegan. I did my best to explain, but as explained before my thoughts and feelings are usually expressed more coherently if they are written. So today I will explain how and why I became vegan, what changes it brought about and why I continue this lifestyle today.

The title of this entry is called "person, place or thing" because of a vivid childhood memory. I was five years old and sitting in my first grade classroom. My teacher was explaining that a noun was a "person, place or thing". We were then given a worksheet with pictures of different people, objects, places and animals. We were then asked to place them into the categories of "person" "place" or "thing". I got it pretty easily - chair = thing, mailman = person....

Then it showed a picture of a goldfish

Even then, I felt uncomfortable viewing animals as objects. Putting a goldfish in the same category as a chair seemed wrong to me.

I was always an animal lover, but not just because animals were cute or fun to play with. I empathized with them in a way that I couldn't always do with people. I saw them as somebodies not somethings- individuals with hearts and brains and spirits.

However, I did not grow up vegan or vegetarian. I thoroughly enjoyed the taste of meat, and was known to say "I feel bad about the animals but they taste so good I can't help it!".
However, when I think back to my 10 year old self chowing down on my meat lovers pizza, I don't believe that I truly knew/felt a connection to the animals that I was consuming. Like so many of us, it was simply food with no ethical meaning.

This sort of cognitive dissonance kept me from really thinking about the issue. Now when I use the term "cognitive dissonance" please know that I use it without judgement towards the person who exhibits the behaviour. If we were to critically examine every aspect of our lives, from what we eat to what we buy, we would be completely overwhelmed.

So why be vegan? Why not buy local or organic? What about the clothes I wear, are they made in sweat shops? Do I produce too much garbage?

There are a lot of things that I could change so that I could live more ethically. However, being vegan is more than a choice to boycott animal cruelty. It reflects a shift in how we view animals and how we interact with them.

This perspective is clearly demonstrated in the film "Earthlings". You can find it on youtube easily- and I have a copy of the dvd. It is horrific to watch, but it was the narrative that really forced me to think. If you can, watch the first few minutes- it demonstrates the perspective without the gore.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkLt88_u5lQ&feature=PlayList&p=43B9A7F39BD66889&playnext_from=PL&index=0&playnext=1

There are many reasons people choose to be vegan, but in my opinion the most compelling reason is ethics. Some people adopt a vegan diet for health reasons (like Oprah!). While I do believe that a balanced vegan diet is extremely healthy, I don't deny the nutritional benefits of certain animal products. Vegans must ensure that they get adequate vitamin b12, iron and calcium. This can be difficult if you do not educate yourself on the matter. That being said, non vegans may be lacking in nutrients that vegans get plenty of. Basically, neither is inherently "superior" nutritionally. It is knowledge of nutrition and balance that fuel our bodies and keep us healthy.

There are some drawbacks to being vegan. Surprisingly, these drawbacks have nothing to do with the taste of vegan food (at least not to me). The challenge is living in a non vegan world. Food is so such a cultural and social thing, and I won't deny that being vegan can complicate these areas of your life. There is a certain sense of sacrifice. It does suck when your left picking at a green salad because that is the only vegan item on the menu. You will probably feel like an ass for refusing your grandmothers chicken soup (not that my grandmothers have ever made me soup). People can often get offended or defensive when you challenge their food choices (even without saying so, as your being vegan speaks loudly). So how do you deal?

You be polite and diplomatic. It is not about people being "bad" for eating animal products- it is about combatting our societies attitude towards animals. I try to voice my opinions honestly but not accusingly. I make amazing vegan baked goods and share them with people. I do not look to convert people, but instead strive to demonstrate that one can be healthy and happy without the use of animal products.

I should also mention that it is impossible to be 100% vegan. Identifying oneself as a vegan is more based on intention than it is about purity. We've created a world where just about everything contains animal products. There is gelatin in car tires and camera film. You will probably eat animal products by accident (I can recall a traumatic incident involving chinese food).

So where do you draw that line?

Ultimately, it's up for you to decide. For myself, I will only use an animal product if the product A) Is necessary for me to live healthily and B) Does not have a vegan alternative. There are a few scenarios in which I had to make this choice. I ride busses, cars and bicycles that have gelatin in the tires (there is no such thing as a "vegan tire" to my knowledge). I take medications in gelatin capsules, for without them I could not function. The most extreme example is when I "gave up" veganism for a few months in order to enter a day patient program for my eating disorder. There was/is no treatment program in Canada that would allow vegan diets. Even in the states I could only find three centers that would allow it. I needed intensive treatment, and I needed to learn to manage my eating disorder in the "real world" (IE: not in a far away treatment center). Though I disagreed with the "no veganism" policy, I still participated in the program, as without it I would not/could not be healthy physically or emotionally. Anyways, the point is that it is not about being perfect, it is about living your life in a way that reflects your values and challenges the way our society treats non human animals.

That being said, veganism can be (and for me, is) a wonderful way to live your life. It forced me to learn how to cook and try things I haven't before. I experiment with herbs and spices (even some I can't pronounce). I eat different styles of food, from Indian to Italian to Ethiopian. In many ways it actually expanded my diet instead of restricting it. It made me more aware of ways in which I could accommodate different dietary needs. When my sister removed dairy and gluten from her diet, I was able and more motivated to discover more alternatives for her. It also gave me a healthier relationship to food, seeing it as not only nourishment but a way to express my beliefs.

Ok, I should also mention the whole eating disorder and veganism topic. I recognize that many individuals use vegetarianism or veganism as a way to restrict calories and perpetuate the disorder. I also recognize the dangers of food obsession, and that being vegan involves a great deal of consideration and could possibly lead to obsession. For these reasons I sometimes hesitate discussing veganism to people, especially if I know the person I'm having the conversation has or is currently struggling with an eating disorder.

However, I think that this view is patronizing. It is this view that makes treatment centers shun vegan diets, and force people (like me) to choose between getting help and honouring our beliefs. I remember an intake worker at one center "challenging" me to consider how my veganism could be part of my eating disorder. This was really irritating. Deep down we know (though may not always want to admit) what we want and what the disorder wants. Ironically, there were many times the eating disorder wanted me to stop being vegan so I could eat the low calorie diet foods that contained animal products. It frustrates me that so many professionals share this viewpoint. It is a black and white mentality in which eating habits can only fall into the categories "normal" or "disordered". This reduces us (the eating disordered) to our disorders, viewing us as unable to make decisions on how we live our lives.

In the end, it is your choice. There are several reasons why I believe going vegan is the right thing to do, but I realize that they may not resonate with others as strongly as they did for me. I guess in the end all that I ask is for you think about it.

Peace, love and veggies,

Alex

Saturday, June 19, 2010

environmentalism, fairness, guilt, selfishness.....

Hello everyone,

First I must inform you that unfortunately the blackbird I took to the wild bird care center died shortly after he was admitted. He had substantial head trauma and a broken clavicle. There wasn't anything they could do for him. I almost wish I didn't take him there. It makes me so sad to think that his last moments were spent not just in agony but also in sheer terror.

I know, I know.....you all probably think I'm being melodramatic and childish. There is so much suffering in the world and who cares if a blackbird hits a glass wall and dies. That's nature.

Except it isn't.

and I care.

He died because of something humans created. Something that we never consider sinister as we don't often die from crashing into it.

Many of my friends know me as an environmentalist/hippie. That is true in some sense. I try to educate myself on environmental issues. I try to recycle and buy "green" (whatever the hell that is now....mostly a marketing ploy). I want to protect the earth from the harm humanity inflicts upon it....

Yet everyday I feel like such a goddamn hypocrite. I have far more "stuff" than I need. My closet is full of clothes that I buy to give me a moment of satisfaction during the purchase and perhaps a tiny self esteem boost when I wear them. I have dvds, electronics, more clothes and shoes....

I feel guilty for this. Not only because I do not deserve it, but also because of the damage producing and transporting and eventually disposing of all this "stuff" does. Chemical fertilizers to grow cotton, destruction of the land to mine metal, toxins from plastic, sweatshop labour, energy consumption to import the stuff.....it's overwhelming.

Also, consider how this stuff came into my possession. I am relying completely on my parents financially. My dad is the one who has an income. He is a *ahem* managing director of institutional sales at a private banking firm that specializes in oil and gas companies. He figures out how to lend money (in the form of stock investment) to companies that will eventually make the most money. Oil and gas companies, like the ones who cause environmental catastrophes like the oil spill in the gulf of mexico and the tar sand extraction in northern Alberta and and and.....

The list is too long and depressing.

Essentially, everything I own has been bought with dirty money. I feel a great deal of guilt and personal responsibility. I feel like a fraud.

I perpetuate this by being dependent, by being sick/crazy.

I just so often feel like I can never be a good enough person to justify my own existence. There's no chance I can justify the damage I've already done and continue to do. Right now I'm drinking a bottle of diet pepsi. I'm doing it selfishly, cause I want my taste buds to be entertained without the intake of calories. So I drink the bubbly, chemical water from a plastic bottle that will either be recycled (still a process that uses a lot of energy) or worse thrown away to end up in a landfill.

I know this is a bunch of pathetic whining and rambling. I just wish I could turn back time and do the right thing and think the right way and just not....be me.

Oh boo-hoo, poor spoiled bitch

When do you get to a place where you are convinced that your life matters? That by being on earth you have done everything in your power to make things better, or at least not cause undue suffering. I guess this is where people turn to religion but that doesn't work for me.

No epiphanies, no conclusion, no answers....just a bunch of musings and rambles. Let me assure you dear reader that YOU do matter. You've cared enough to read my ranting this long, you have to be innately good and patient, and compassionate even to those who don't deserve it.

Don't be scared, I am not hinting at suicide. Though those types of thoughts do creep into my head from time to time, the vision of my mother and father and sister and friends screaming in emotional agony (following my OD in January) has kept me from doing anything of that nature. I am just lost and confused and feel like such a waste of time and resources.

Anyways, I am going to pop some pills (prescribed by my psychomalobimabob) and go to bed.

I hope this post doesn't leave you depressed, if so I am very sorry.

Peace, Love and Veggies,

Alex