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LadynStFreknBed said:
so, then what is a scone called? lol

I got the prettiest journal with my Amazon gift certificate from Survivor. I also got a book on writing descriptively- Word Painting. I added these things to my goalplan.org Amazon store and then ordered them so that I would get commission. lol Well, I started writing every day and got into a routine of relaxing with playing with words. It seems to be helping.

Today, I start the Seroquel. My doctor assures me that it will not be as bad as it was when I tried Seroquel 2 years ago since he prescribed the extended release Seroquel this time. The last time, I was supposed to start on 50 mg and couldn't get up in the morning. My doctor had me cut them in half. It took me over a month to get used to 25 mg without oversleeping. When I took 50 mg again, I woke up 17 hours later. So, yeah, it better not have that effect. Wish me luck.
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Glad to hear you got your Survivor prize. Laurel hasn't taken care of poetry winners yet (at least me and UYS).

I hope your medication works out for you. :)
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
so, then what is a scone called? lol

I got the prettiest journal with my Amazon gift certificate from Survivor. I also got a book on writing descriptively- Word Painting. I added these things to my goalplan.org Amazon store and then ordered them so that I would get commission. lol Well, I started writing every day and got into a routine of relaxing with playing with words. It seems to be helping.

Today, I start the Seroquel. My doctor assures me that it will not be as bad as it was when I tried Seroquel 2 years ago since he prescribed the extended release Seroquel this time. The last time, I was supposed to start on 50 mg and couldn't get up in the morning. My doctor had me cut them in half. It took me over a month to get used to 25 mg without oversleeping. When I took 50 mg again, I woke up 17 hours later. So, yeah, it better not have that effect. Wish me luck.
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Playing with words.
I yummily approve of this activity. :rose:
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
so, then what is a scone called? lol

I got the prettiest journal with my Amazon gift certificate from Survivor. I also got a book on writing descriptively- Word Painting. I added these things to my goalplan.org Amazon store and then ordered them so that I would get commission. lol Well, I started writing every day and got into a routine of relaxing with playing with words. It seems to be helping.

Today, I start the Seroquel. My doctor assures me that it will not be as bad as it was when I tried Seroquel 2 years ago since he prescribed the extended release Seroquel this time. The last time, I was supposed to start on 50 mg and couldn't get up in the morning. My doctor had me cut them in half. It took me over a month to get used to 25 mg without oversleeping. When I took 50 mg again, I woke up 17 hours later. So, yeah, it better not have that effect. Wish me luck.
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I didn't know you had scones what do they look like?
If I took medication like that I would be perpetually asleep I fall asleep at the drop of a hat ..... I keep missing the endings of TV progs that way.
Oh BTW I looked on Amazon and I was like a kid in a sweetie shop darting from one goody to another
 
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Today I was reminded how positively effective it is when something is discovered (or rediscovered) on one's own, as opposed to trying to understand instruction coming from an outside source, even if the outside source wears well-earned ribbons and medals that signify trustworthy authority. When something is discovered (or rediscovered) it is more like a personal prized possession, even though the something represents an object commonly recognized. True, the process is often slower, but I can't believe slow is necessarily all that bad as the press it seems to receive.
 
hmmnmm said:
Today I was reminded how positively effective it is when something is discovered (or rediscovered) on one's own, as opposed to trying to understand instruction coming from an outside source, even if the outside source wears well-earned ribbons and medals that signify trustworthy authority. When something is discovered (or rediscovered) it is more like a personal prized possession, even though the something represents an object commonly recognized. True, the process is often slower, but I can't believe slow is necessarily all that bad as the press it seems to receive.
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The older I get the more I believe slower is better for many things.
 
Sometimes it just takes a bit of time for some things to sink in, and once they finally sink in, they slither away and get lost in the weeds, crawl up into the trees; maybe that's just what keeps it interesting, if frustrating, trying to hack through the weeds and the brush to find that important thing that took so long to sink in in the first place. Wouldn't be as fun if it was easy.
 
Memory's a strange bird. Sometimes you'll forget things you want to remember, and then there are those things you'd like to forget, but can't.
Never been good at memorization - switched from chemistry to physics because of that.

Don't remember any phone numbers from growing up, except my own, but still remember license plate of first car (guess because needed it in those days to use gas credit card).

Some people have really good memories - a clerk at Walgreen's knew my driver's license by heart so just wrote it on my checks.

I wonder if we remember less nowadays since can look it up on line - why not?
 
EroticOrogeny said:
Memory's a strange bird. Sometimes you'll forget things you want to remember, and then there are those things you'd like to forget, but can't.
Never been good at memorization - switched from chemistry to physics because of that.

Don't remember any phone numbers from growing up, except my own, but still remember license plate of first car (guess because needed it in those days to use gas credit card).

Some people have really good memories - a clerk at Walgreen's knew my driver's license by heart so just wrote it on my checks.

I wonder if we remember less nowadays since can look it up on line - why not?
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Good news/bad news there, I think. There was once a time when if I was curious about something, the resources for learning were few, so it allowed a lot more speculation. Now anything I want to know about I can access info quite quick (on some topics, opinions written in sharply crafted language seems to prevail), but I lose the beauty of speculation, uncertainty, guessing, experimenting, imagination fueled by fragments. I appreciate the luxury of being able to know. But there's also a beauty to working in the blissful bubble of ignorance.
 
Yea! I have heat! After four days without any heat, I was so thankful to finally get a furnace repairman here. The problem? Apparently, quite a few of the components of the furnace were severely clogged. Go figure. I thought that only happened when you ran out of oil.

A scone is like a biscuit with fruit or other ingredient added. Some biscuits have cheese on top or in the biscuit, but when I hear "biscuit," I think of a plain biscuit.

Biscuits:
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Scone:
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So, would both of these just be considered scones?
While you're answering questions about British English, what exactly is a flat? Americans tend to think that a flat is an apartment. Then, I read an article that included a rant by someone from England who was complaining about telling his Realtor that he needed a flat to rent and the Realtor showed him apartments. However, the article never said what the person expected to be shown.
 
hmmnmm said:
Good news/bad news there, I think. There was once a time when if I was curious about something, the resources for learning were few, so it allowed a lot more speculation. Now anything I want to know about I can access info quite quick (on some topics, opinions written in sharply crafted language seems to prevail), but I lose the beauty of speculation, uncertainty, guessing, experimenting, imagination fueled by fragments. I appreciate the luxury of being able to know. But there's also a beauty to working in the blissful bubble of ignorance.
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Sounds like me in a way. If looking it up was work might not get around to it.
But still lots of things to speculate about, just different.
And sometimes looking stuff up can lead to some surprises. I was looking up information on geochronology and also came across some fascinating stuff from creationist sorts.
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
Yea! I have heat! After four days without any heat, I was so thankful to finally get a furnace repairman here. The problem? Apparently, quite a few of the components of the furnace were severely clogged. Go figure. I thought that only happened when you ran out of oil.

A scone is like a biscuit with fruit or other ingredient added. Some biscuits have cheese on top or in the biscuit, but when I hear "biscuit," I think of a plain biscuit.



So, would both of these just be considered scones?
While you're answering questions about British English, what exactly is a flat? Americans tend to think that a flat is an apartment. Then, I read an article that included a rant by someone from England who was complaining about telling his Realtor that he needed a flat to rent and the Realtor showed him apartments. However, the article never said what the person expected to be shown.
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I would call them both scones we have plain or cheese savoury scones and sweet plain or fruit scones all basically made the same accept the savoury have salt in and the sweet have sugar. Originally in the southern part of England i.e the Devon area, but now found all over, is the cream tea which is a sweet scone served with clotted cream and strawberry jam (preserve?) and a pot of tea (or coffee if you ask).
As for the flat/apartment I would have thought it was the same thing myself ........ being one bedroom (or more) a sitting room, bathroom, kitchen in a building divided into identical accomodation with or without it's own front door depending on the building. Ground floor flats usually have the garden as well although it could be a communal area for all to share
 
I've just been looking stuff up on the internet about child abuse and a startling thought has flashed through my mind. Once when I mentioned to my Mother about her hitting me she said it was because she had to control me somehow. What if the the sexual abuse came first (and not the other way round as I always thought) and I suddenly had become unruly as some form of protest the only way a child knew how? Of course it doesn't make it right how she handled it but with so many blanks in my memory it explains a lot don't you think?
 
UnderYourSpell said:
I've just been looking stuff up on the internet about child abuse and a startling thought has flashed through my mind. Once when I mentioned to my Mother about her hitting me she said it was because she had to control me somehow. What if the the sexual abuse came first (and not the other way round as I always thought) and I suddenly had become unruly as some form of protest the only way a child knew how? Of course it doesn't make it right how she handled it but with so many blanks in my memory it explains a lot don't you think?
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That could very well be true. But you've carried on and built your life.
We have these things from the past which won't go away and we have to deal with them. Talking and writing about them help.
Keep on carrying on :rose:
 
It's funny (not literally funny) how our minds arrange things to protect ourselves and later things may make more sense or we may realize some hidden truths. Not that long ago, I read this short article on domestic violence. After I read it, my first thought was, "Thank God I was never a victim of domestic violence. Well, there was the bf who always threatened to kill me. He was always intimidating me. He only hit me once. Well, then after we broke up he raped me. wait..."

The denial is sometimes what we need. Other than denial, I think memories are often glossy, blurry, or shifted as a form of protection that was needed at the time. The only thing that I can't understand is PTSD. Our minds normally do all these things to protect us, then PTSD makes trauma replay over and over so the person has to relive the terror. That doesn't make sense at all. Yeah, it gives us precious blanks in the memory of the trauma, but still. I don't get it. I asked my psychiatrist about it and all he could do was shrug his shoulders. (Not in a nasty or unempathetic way- just at a loss for not having an answer)
 
Perhaps denial can only go so far - some events may have too powerful an impact for us to hide from ourselves.
I do think it can help to look back on our past and try to understand those things which shaped us. This is part of our recovery. In AA (and other 12 step programs) the 4th and 5th steps are where this is done, with a 10th step sorta keeping us current. What you're doing with your therapist may be quite similar. Hope you )and the rest of us) do well.:)
 
LadynStFreknBed said:
It's funny (not literally funny) how our minds arrange things to protect ourselves and later things may make more sense or we may realize some hidden truths. Not that long ago, I read this short article on domestic violence. After I read it, my first thought was, "Thank God I was never a victim of domestic violence. Well, there was the bf who always threatened to kill me. He was always intimidating me. He only hit me once. Well, then after we broke up he raped me. wait..."

The denial is sometimes what we need. Other than denial, I think memories are often glossy, blurry, or shifted as a form of protection that was needed at the time. The only thing that I can't understand is PTSD. Our minds normally do all these things to protect us, then PTSD makes trauma replay over and over so the person has to relive the terror. That doesn't make sense at all. Yeah, it gives us precious blanks in the memory of the trauma, but still. I don't get it. I asked my psychiatrist about it and all he could do was shrug his shoulders. (Not in a nasty or unempathetic way- just at a loss for not having an answer)
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Do you ever get the feeling nobody understands? not really even those that have been through it themselves, sometimes I feel a fraud probably because I have been reading a book about a girl who was repeatedly raped from the age of 5 and I think to myself well yours wasn't that bad girl but still I can't shift the feeling that there's nobody I can tell who really really understands the guilt in me
 
UnderYourSpell said:
Do you ever get the feeling nobody understands? not really even those that have been through it themselves, sometimes I feel a fraud probably because I have been reading a book about a girl who was repeatedly raped from the age of 5 and I think to myself well yours wasn't that bad girl but still I can't shift the feeling that there's nobody I can tell who really really understands the guilt in me
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This is where I found the 5th step really helpful = being able to share with an understanding person, and one who's not involved - one's spouse may be understanding, but ...
 
EroticOrogeny said:
This is where I found the 5th step really helpful = being able to share with an understanding person, and one who's not involved - one's spouse may be understanding, but ...
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I did the counsellor thing and she said to me that she understood my pain and without thinking (which is probably the right thing) I said how can you it's my pain!! I got continually told it was not my fault and that's the bit I can't get past and where the guilt lies it's the canker I can't cut out
 
UnderYourSpell said:
I did the counsellor thing and she said to me that she understood my pain and without thinking (which is probably the right thing) I said how can you it's my pain!! I got continually told it was not my fault and that's the bit I can't get past and where the guilt lies it's the canker I can't cut out
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Sometimes we see the role we played in these things from the past and castigate ourselves over it. I know that happens for me. Intellectually I also know I did the best I could, but its not so easy on an emotional level. We certainly can't go back and do it differently and often we can't even make any amends to those involved. I can't feel your pain any more than you can feel mine, but I know all of us are trying to live as best we can. :rose:
 
I am pissed as a fart on my b/day and now I see safebet is gone and i can't even type poroperly to say goodbye
 
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