Some statements are so true you just want to stitch them on things.
Thursday, 20 February 2014
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
Bumbling Poetry No.14
I got the train the other day and a weird thing happened or maybe it didn't but probably it did
(Content note for swearing)
Camera Sound
Him, registered through my own
adjustments
The pulling in of feet, the space we
make
For strangers, still he sat diagonal.
Startled (his phone had made the camera
sound),
Peering over my book to see his hold
Not quite right, the angle felt
invasive.
Eyes on page but attention peripheral,
I watch him watch me, then type, watch
me,
Then type. Creeps don't know about the
edges
Of sight as they've never tried to use
them.
Is he fucking tweeting about me?
Or just sending my picture to his
friends?
I wonder what it was, my nose ring or
The colour of my hair, or just being
Female in public, that drew his
attention.
I look down at his shoes for clues, bad
Shiny loafers and merlot trousers,
And decide all of the above. It's not
til
I'm watching the back of his greasy
head
Bob down the platform, I realise-
phones:
They make that camera sound when you
screenshot
As well as take pictures. And I find
myself
Wondering, not for the first time,
If my bunch of neuroses have grown
roots,
That entwining, flourished and bore
some Greek-
Sounding fruit to the air. But then, I
reason,
If anyone were to judge and mock me
Though invisible waves, because of my
Appearance, it would be some tosser
In bad loafers and merlot trousers.
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Trivialising Mental Health - 'O.K.D.'
See this right here? This kind of thing needs to stop. this thing right here? This knting needs to
stop
It’s difficult to watch TV, or go to a pub, or sit on a bus
these days without hearing some person say ‘I’m a bit OCD’, normally because
they are particular about things, like the cleanliness of their house or the
categorisation of their record collection.
When I hear this, I sigh, and roll my eyes at a friend who knows
why I’m irritated, which is all of my friends, because I tend not to make
friends with people who are that clueless about mental illness.
This image however, this is my line in the sand. This has
been reblogged into my tumblr feed by people whose feeds I otherwise like, who
I have reason to believe are nice, smart people. A crochet version of this image has been reblogged by This is Not OCD -a great tumblr pointing out instances
of this very problem, saying that it is an offensive comparison.
Let me talk a little bit about OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
is an anxiety disorder in which the sufferer has distressing intrusive thoughts
that they need to neutralise through some action or thought, sometimes that may be a
cleaning task but it can be literally anything. If the compulsion is not acted
upon the believed repercussions are catastrophic.
There’s an episode of This American Life that tells the
story of Cathy whose OCD presented in the form of eating non-food items,
resulting in many near fatal injuries and more than ten years of forced
restraint in an institution. She believed if she didn't act on the compulsion
to eat these items her or her mother would die.
I went to a BPS lecture on OCD a while ago and the
psychologist giving the talk got us to do an activity, feel free to give it a
go yourselves. He asked us to write the name of the person we loved most in the
world in the middle of a piece of paper. Then he got us to write ‘I hope
___ is violently killed tomorrow’ around
it.
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Labels:
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Knitting,
mental health,
OCD,
psychology,
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Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Schizophrenia, Stigma and Donnie Darko
It’s schizophrenia awareness
week this week and I’m going to contribute by writing about something that may
seem like a subtle, mental health pedant niggle, but is actually a big
contributing factor to the stigma people with the diagnosis face.
So when I was 15 through to,
oh…I guess 17, Donnie Darko was one of my favourite films. I love dark sci-fi,
and it seemed obvious to me that Donnie Darko was a sci-fi, if you watch the
director’s cut especially, this seems abundantly clear. So it didn't bother me
too much in the fledgling years of my study of psychology that the character is
given the diagnosis of Paranoid Schizophrenia, of course the psychologist got
it wrong, she couldn't possibly know he’s actually involved in a time wormhole
thingummy.
The problem is that there are
parts of the story where Donnie is taken over by Frank the rabbit, his
‘hallucination’, and made to do strange and violent things he has no awareness
of.
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Bumbling Poetry No.13
Stethoscope
Your tender chords are making
That galumphing sound again.
They'll put a metal valve in place,
Then we'll all set our watches by
Your ticks, and I'll dream of you
As Hook dreams of the crocodile.
Friday, 13 September 2013
Bumbling Cross Stitch No. 1
Hey internet,
I heard you like free things, how about this cross stitch pattern I came up with for my mum's birthday?
I heard you like free things, how about this cross stitch pattern I came up with for my mum's birthday?
I'm pretty happy with most of it but the DVD/CD isn't as clear as I'd like. Every self respecting crafter loves a charity shop so I'm hoping people will like this. I've only recently gotten into cross stitch after knitting too much gave me acute monoarthritis (!) and although it's a lot more effort for the eventual pay off I find it has a similar appeal.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Armpits4August- Why Does Body Hair Matter?
I was once at a performance
poetry night, everything had been going very well, drinks had been drank, poems
had been said, everyone was in a friendly supportive mood by the time the open
mic started. Then a very posh, floppy-haired young man took to the stage to
read a ‘comical’ poem about how he had once gone home with a girl, only to
discover that she hadn't shaved her legs, and that she could give no good
excuse as to why not, so he left in disgust at her hairy body.
Now, I don’t know how many
poetry nights you've been to, but the women there tend to be of the empowered
persuasion, and this particular poem went down like a glass of cold sick.
If you don’t like body hair,
that’s fine. Personally I’m not a big fan of hairy chests on men. But I would
never try to publicly shame someone for being hairy, nor would I expect another
person to groom themselves to my taste rather than theirs, and that’s really
what I'm talking about here.
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