
Hyacynth from the Scoop on Poop and Other Mama Dramas tagged me! My instructions:
A) First list 10 honest things about yourself - and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
B) Pass the award on to 7 bloggers that you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.
Hey, remember when this was a crafting blog? Then then it was just a place to whore out photos of my kids? Well, clearly, it is now a place to talk about me, me, me!!!
Hmm...I think I just lost the last of my 3 readers.
So here are my 10 facts, in no particular order.
1. For much of 2005, I had untreated postpartum depression that bordered dangerously on postpartum psychosis. I am not ashamed of the condition, but I am ashamed that I didn't seek treatment. I should know better.
2. On a related note, I am not a huge endorser of psychotherapy. I don't think it's beneficial to everyone and feel it's downright destructive to others. I, myself, spent an entire year in therapy with a woman whom I assessed as useless--not detrimental, just ineffectual. Believe it or not, it was a graduation requirement to undergo 50 consecutive sessions with an individual therapist. It was likely some sort of incestuous ploy to drum up long-term work for the school's own graduates. But I suppose being ineffectual is not the worst possible thing; I have met far more therapists than I care to think about with overflowing personal issues that inappropriately enter the therapy room.
3. While some kids may have dreamed of being glamorous movie stars (you know, back when it was actually glamorous and not so tabloid-y), my dream career was to be a field reporter, dirty and disheveled, in some remote, often dangerous place. That always seemed glamorous to me. Still does a little.
4. Driving without my glasses is not exactly a rare occurrence. And I am blind as a bat, but without all that clever and useful sonar. So if you see me on the road, just steer clear. Literally.
5. I am terrified (TERRIFIED, I say!) of returning to the workplace in a field that has evolved possibly beyond my taste as well as my comprehension. Okay, you may have noticed previous blog entries on the same topic. But, trust me, it's a recurring theme in my loop of different neuroses.
6. I read my own blog (Is that rare? I don't even know). I go back and look at the photos, lament the grammatical errors, and grimace at the self-revelations.
7. After high school, I never dated any Vietnamese men. Coincidence? Probably not.
8. I was 19 before I ever entered a McDonald's. My childhood was sheltered. But don't worry about me, I've made up for lost time.
9. I Zillow people's houses to see how much they paid. I'm astounded because it's often way more than we paid for ours. On that same voyeuristic note, I love seeing the inside of strangers' houses. I like checking out the furniture arrangement and personal mementos but I'm always nervous that someone will catch me sneaking my peeks through their window.
10. I'm going to let this entry sit until the morning when I can reread it because I over-edit my written expression and under-edit my oral expression. I should probably strike a better balance between those verbal modalities.
The following 7 bloggers are tagged to tell their 10 truths:
1. Judi: She says she doesn't blog because she doesn't have enough readers. So please leave her a comment to let her know you've visited her blog.
2. Heather: She's new to this blogging thing and has kept on-topic with her family posts and needs a diversion to join the rest of us who write incessantly about ourselves.
3. Michelle: Because she is my cousin's wife and I adore her.
4. Mindy: She tagged me last time and I want to repay her. Besides, she's been doing so well revealing herself.
5. Sheila: Her last entry was eons ago and this better kick her butt in gear because I want to see more photos of her ridiculously cute kids.
6. Amber: She's a fabulous blogger with a fabulous website. Plus, I love finding out more about her.
7. Linda: She says she's a She Sews Seashells lurker and a blogger wannabe so this is a great way to get started. Do it, do it, do it, Linda! All the cool kids are blogging. You wanna be cool, don't you? ;)
11 comments:
I have read and will obey. You have an incredible vocabulary...I'm envious!
Yeah, well it's too bad I don't those big words in our Scrabble games but instead choose aggravating ones like xi, za, and qi.
I read my own blog, too. :) I sometimes go back and edit my posts. If anyone reads them 3 years later, they will be more gramatically correct. Ha!
Lam, i did it. You were the first person to ever tag me and i had so much fun. THANKS! :)
Done! And I read my own blog. A lot. :D
Looks like I'm in good company because I, too, read my own blog ... it just is too much for me to handle if I don't because then I cannot check for grammatical errors. :) As for your blog's evolving themes... I think it's about mommying. And one important thing about mommying is remembering that we're not only mommies. :)
Hey, so you gals are saying you not only reread the old entries, you edit them as well? Is that kosher? Is it like digging up a time capsule and changing the contents or putting new photos in your high school yearbook and republishing it? I'm not judging--I just want personal permission to do the same!
thanks for the kind words lam. not quite done yet with my 10 things. i'll let you know when i post it.
re: 2-Are you saying that the psychotherapy is detrimental to some people, or just the choice of therapist? Just curious.
6-me too. paper journals included. minimal edits though - mostly typos.
9-totally! I wish I could walk through all my neighbors houses, just to see what the 'average' person does wrt decorating. Are they all as lackadaisical and unfinished as me?
Kat, I think there are downright bad therapists as well as very good therapists who happen to be bad matches and that both of these situations can be detrimental.
Neat!
Okay, about Scrabble: That drives me nuts, because I use the big words and score teensy points; other people strategize and use easy words and win the game. So unfair! (Related note: I have to temper my vocabulary in my own blog because I know my mom reads it and I don't want to alienate her.)
Speaking of my blog, I don't tend to read it. I'm done, unless I have to go back and adjust a link (like when a painting has been sold), but that's the nature of my blog (professional), so it's not as interesting to me as a diary (which, if I could read my own handwriting, I probably would reread; but these days, I just tend to kvetch in the journal, so why read that?).
If I've written something I think is pretty, I might read it again; I'll usually edit like five times after I've published (because it's only after potential public humiliation that I would bother changing, right?) but after that, I'll leave it alone as a "time capsule." I'm no George Lucas!
As for psychotherapy not being for everyone, I would have to agree. I think it's useful for insight, not just for distress, but I also recognize its saliency and culture-bound nature--it ain't for everyone. (This would be different from Jung's assertion, which I feel is based on ethnocentrism, classism, racism, and elitism.)
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