Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Uncomfortable Reminiscence
The wind chill factor was outta control today. Someone has been letting the weather have sugar cereal for breakfast! Anyway, this is what I wore to pick my sister up from school and go to therapy.
I am pretty insulated from the stigma around mental health issues, since I live in a very liberal area and have understanding parents. But I still really feel it sometimes, like when there are several of us in the therapist's waiting room. That situation makes me cringe internally. Can't look at anyone, can't say anything... just gotta bask in the awkwardness. I'm not worried about what the other people will think of me. It's more like undressing in the communal changing room at the public swimming pool when I was twelve. You don't want to make eye contact when you feel so vulnerable, but you're also interested in how other people look naked. Not in a pervy way, but because you're young and curious about grown-up bodies.
Wow, this went off on a significant tangent.
Here's what I was wearing underneath:
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I found that really interesting actually. i wonder if waiting rooms would be like that in other countries where it's really common to strike up conversations with strangers? sometimes i've even gotten that feeling in my general doctor's waiting room. anyway, i'm glad you've gotten lots of support from your family/community, that really makes a huge diff. and that coat is gorgeous & a great color on you.
ReplyDeleteI wonder. . . That would be an interesting subject for a documentary: waiting rooms around the world. And thank you!
DeleteAww, it's cool dude. We've all got baggage (yours truly especially). I think it's natural to be embarrassed, but a little discomfort is worth becoming a better human being. Not enough people make the effort, you know? I think the game of life is about striving to be the best person one can be. I respect people who get on board and really make an effort to play. It's easy to stand by and watching someone try again and again to get that high score. I'd rather be the one cursing and throwing my controller at the TV every day, while always striving to be better.
ReplyDeleteSee what I did there, with the games. You saw that right? Haha. Just kidding. I'm a dork. Anyway, I meant what I said. Also, there's just something about bright red and white that feels right, no? You look great!
- Anna
www.melodicthriftychic.com
Haha, yes! An expert metaphor indeed. And thank you! Red and white feels like a very Christmassy combination to me.
DeleteThe colour of your coat is really beautiful, its goes perfectly with your tights! Also your candy bow is sooo adorable, perfect for Christmas! (I knew it's a couple weeks away but I'm seriously weirdly excited!)
ReplyDeleteI totally understand what you mean about avoiding eye contact when your feeling vulnerable. I can imagine the awkwardness you must feel in those situations. It's make's you wonder what it would be like if people were to just speak in waiting rooms ... I'm thinking it would make things a lot less awkward, but then again if people don't actually "want" to talk and they do just out of general politeness it could still be incredibly awkward! I hoping that made sense (?)
It good that you have a supporting and understanding family though, I'm sure that helps you a lot!
Aimee
Me too! I'm so excited about the holidays. My family does help a LOT. I'm very grateful for their support. Thank you, Aimee!
DeleteI never thought about it like that before...but, so incredibly true! I guess it's kind of comforting to think about how we are all in the same boat, in a sense...just carrying different colors of luggage :-).
ReplyDeleteYou look so gorgeous! The red, pink, white color combo is one of my favorites and your coat has me swooning!
I like that metaphor, because it means I get to go look at fancy pictures of luggage and decide what mine would be, haha. And thank you, Marisa! I've had this coat for several years, and I'm so glad I never got rid of it on impulse, which is something I tend to do.
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