Mental Health Awareness?

A little thought given to this.

'This Side of Life'

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This is Mental Health awareness month.  I’m here to tell you a bit of my story.  My story is one of many.  Children die every day from the likes of what I suffered, and if they survive?  Well, they turn out like me.  My difficulties are not biological or of character flaws.  My neurophysiology is the result of inadvertent training.  I learned to survive from the moment I was born.  Every second was a question of do I step this way or that?  Do I run or stand pat? Can I breathe or should I hold my breath?

The rage on my mother’s face always twisted my torment with fear.  By an early age, I had learned to temper my fear by dissociating.  I floated my mind away from my body’s associations and drowned my fear with oblivion.  But I had to squeak out a bit to assure my mother…

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Mental Health Awareness?

  This is Mental Health awareness month.  I’m here to tell you a bit of my story.  My story is one of many.  Children die every day from the likes of what I suffered, and if they survive?  Well, they turn out like me.  My difficulties are not biological or of character flaws.  My neurophysiology... Continue Reading →

The Wild Ride

It’s been a while. Stories have swirled through my head but never made it to the keyboard. It’s as if the virgin territory of my new study forebodes me. It’s time to break this cherry. Light a cigarette, Joyce, and get going. I was nineteen, and I was in love—not with a man, but with... Continue Reading →

Finz

  The month is quiet. People are going outside to enjoy the sun. It’s time for a departure to the real world for me, and I chose to do so with a fine meal at a local establishment. Finz is located on the waterfront. Its outer lines are as crisp as its food. But what... Continue Reading →

Needham 7, Some other place in Cambridge, MA, and Thank the Lord for 2018

'This Side of Life'

Needham 7, Some other place in Cambridge, MA, and Thank the Lord for 2018

I warn you, if you’re aging out and have a fall, it might not be the fall that kills you; it could be the care you receive. Should I call it care?
Just don’t fall.

It all Started here in The Saga of Cracks: https://joycebowen.wordpress.com/2017/11/17/1151/#more-1151

I just made it home on Friday after a stint regarding the repair of my knee. My knee was too bad to do stairs, and I barely had access to food. My Primary Care’s office convinced me to go to Mt. Auburn’s ER. I expressed the thought that I was nearly through with medicine. But I went. I spent about 24 hours in the ER and was finally admitted on the dreaded Observational status. A very kind and dedicated social worker cajoled me into trying this course of action in order to get into a rehabilitation facility.

The staff in Needham 7 were kind and compassionate. The menu rivaled that of a restaurant. The food was so good, I had a…

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Closing Doors

Throughout life, doors open and doors close. The openings are exciting: The closings are not. One might look at them like chapters in a book except for with chapters there is always a continuation. If we do not realize this, closing doors slam. It’s gentler if we acknowledge, early on, that there are stages of life—however small, that... Continue Reading →

Raising Children

  Even as a psychologist, my logical side, and emotional side are often at odds with (or even at war with) each other. It’s probably a result of being forced into a state of extreme survivalism as a child. I used my logic to save my life and/or avoid pain. Emotions poised like a runner waiting for the... Continue Reading →

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