dialectical category archives
avoidant atalanta
Thursday 15 January 2009 | 7 cookies in the jar
Well, at least the last part is good news: Your Life, Predicted: You will never get married. You won’t have any kids. You will live for another 50-60 years. ‘The Life Predictor Quiz’ Since I turn 40 in March, this means you may continue expecting blogposts from me even when I’m over 90! Of course, [...]
reinventing the wheel
Wednesday 11 June 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Slowly, slowlyslowly, as in “slowly the Ice Age ended,” this morning I remembered—hey, there’s a whole section of the DBT skills training manual on acceptance! Fireworks, bells, applause, cheering, cherry bombs. The all-caps in the following passage actually aren’t my affectation (anyway not this time); they’re the Guilford Press typesetter’s, or maybe Marsha Linehan‘s; but [...]
propaedeutics
Wednesday 22 August 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
At the moment I’m finding the teaching associate training incredibly frustrating, which I’m sure is no secret to its four instructors, since I usually sit in the front row and glare balefully at them—at first, ever-optimistic despite myself that something exciting will happen; and then fighting boredom by ignoring the “discussion,” doing the next assigned [...]
dialectical behavioral therapy, final session
Tuesday 17 July 2007 | I like a cookie
And I was almost late, because of losing track of time looking through cotton dresses at Goodwill, for no particular reason other than nerves. Then I had a little conversation with myself, along the lines of, do you really want to be late for your last therapy appointment? I decided, no, and left the thrift [...]
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hulk angry
Wednesday 11 July 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
The Brujo and I talk on the phone about anger. It’s after midnight and we’re each lying flat on our backs in our respective beds. We can hear the same airplane overhead. “As soon as I feel mad, much less express it, I’m immediately ashamed and can’t stay mad,” I say. “I guess partly because [...]
four more cloth pads later
Tuesday 3 July 2007 | 2 cookies in the jar
These ones from Mimi’s Dreams, in the following patterns. Fortunately they’re only $2.50 or $3.75, depending on their length. I guess if the Evil Twin has to have an addiction, there could be worse ones. Also, another half-dozen bonbons have somehow mysteriously disappeared. But…an hour on the phone to Boston has also cleared up most [...]
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enthralling mid-week update
Wednesday 20 June 2007 | 3 cookies in the jar
The good news is, the only thing wrong with the Daewoo’s A/C was a short in the relay box, a paltry $29 to repair. (“How did shorts get in there?” wonders the Brujo.) Cool air! Just in time for Tartarus. The good news also is, there’s nothing wrong with my brakes, which have only 20% [...]
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rainy day cat
Tuesday 12 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
So leaden I can hardly hold up my widdle head. It rains and rains, in cold silver sheets. I drive slumped over to my appointment with the DBT (four more left), looking through the steering wheel rather than over the top of it. I can barely be bothered to care that the Brujo’s ex will [...]
the next person who comments will be number one hundred—we dare you!
Tuesday 5 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
For behold, some kind of nifty prize I haven’t quite thought of yet will be yours. Another sun, another moon. As the Brujo points out, even on days when I despair and think I haven’t accomplished anything, I usually somehow manage to get quite a bit of stuff done. Packing a dozen boxes, including ones [...]
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the five hundredth post
Monday 4 June 2007 | someone left a cookie
But it’s like I’ve forgotten how to write. This morning the Brujo brought me home. I stepped out of the Honda and immediately saw a baby bunny rabbit pressed between a clay flowerpot and the bricks of the raised bed. Its entire tiny body saying, You don’t see me I’m not here. Just weaned, I [...]
