It’s been quite a while since I had a night of disturbed sleep like I did this past night. Every time I drifted off, I seemed to drop into one of my anxiety dreams. I’m going to get vulnerable, and share some things I don’t often speak of, so hang on.
I was engaging today in an online conversation about pain management. I had reason to mention that there are no real treatments for fibromyalgia. Or at the very least, none that work for me.
It feels painfully obvious that the recent rash of anti-transgender laws, bills, and executive actions in the United States are harmful to the mental health of all transgender people. None more so than transgender youth, it seems.
For months now, since well before the mainstream media flipped out over the poor debate performance by President Biden, I’ve seen strong evidence that Trump is in the early stages of dementia. I’m not a doctor, but I think this is clear to anyone who has ever watched the decline of an elderly loved one.
A claim by Donald Trump on Fox News that the crowd who attended the debate between himself and Vice President Kamala Harris “went absolutely crazy” when he was fact-checked led to both amusement and new questions about his mental decline on MSNBC’s “Morning Joe” on Thursday.
There was no crowd. No one was there except for Trump, Harris, the two moderators, and whatever stage hands were there to handle the televising of the debate. That was ten days ago. And “the crowd went absolutely crazy” when the moderators fact-checked him?
Seriously, it’s time for Trump to move to a memory care facility. The man is in trouble. And if he ever gets his hands on the nuclear codes, so is the world. Never mind what he has promised to do to immigrants and trans people. Or the danger he represents to women’s reproductive health. Or Project 2025.
Please, ensure you are registered to vote. And vote like your life, and those of anyone you care about, hang in the balance. Because they do.
I generally avoid taking about my childhood. That’s largely because I have very few memories of it. I remember perhaps 5% of my childhood before my parents divorced, around the time I turned 10.
Happy New Year. That’s the politically correct thing to say, right? Meh. Either I’m supposed to be cheerily looking forward to the coming year, or contemplatively looking back at the year just past.
Today is my late wife Barbara’s birthday. She would have been 59. Of course, she didn’t make it to that landmark. She died a little over ten years ago. I was there in the hospital when her heart failed. At 5:30 am, after about 30 minutes of CPR and other resuscitation efforts, the doctor asked my permission to stop those efforts. As I’ve shared before, I told him to “call it.” Continue reading →
On the eighth of June, I will mark the one year anniversary of Barbara’s death. I still don’t know exactly how I will do so. Anecdotal evidence indicates that most spouses who survive the first year as a widow/widower will continue to live a normal life span. Point in fact, death from broken heart syndrome is rare.
A special welcome to anyone who is new to The Grieving Room. We meet every Monday evening. Whether your loss is recent or many years ago, whether you have lost a person or a pet, or even if the person you are “mourning” is still alive (“pre-grief” can be a very lonely and confusing time) you can come to this diary and process your grieving in whatever way works for you. Share whatever you need to share. We can’t solve each other’s problems, but we can be a sounding board and a place of connection.
I just won’t go away and stay away. A lot has happened since I last visited with you, some good, some not even close to good. That relationship I was losing? Yeah, I lost it. I suffered a nervous breakdown, or as my psychiatrist called it, a “medicine induced bi-polar episode”. Continue reading →
I am a well educated woman, a lesbian, and an eclectic Pagan. I am loving and giving. I am a caretaker type, who often fails miserably at self care. I have fibromyalgia, seizure disorder, and AFib.
I am complex, complicated, and worth the effort.
An Aging Trans Woman 