I haven’t posted here in a long time. And I’m not intending to start up again.
I was just thinking, as I scrolled through my Facebook feed, how many people I met though Tumblr and how grateful I am that I know you and were influenced by you in some way.
You had a profound influence on my life and I would not be the person I am today if I had not been involved in this community.
I don’t even know how many are still here - the people I interacted with 4, 5, 6 years ago or even further back. If you’re still around, I want to thank you for being so supportive, for reading my posts, and caring about the stuff I was going through.
Thanks for being there.
Okay, this is getting cheesy, but it couldn’t be any more genuine.
I really don’t remember how much I’ve shared since I stopped posting regularly (which wasn’t even intentional, by the way), but I’ll try to fill you in:
Son A returned to public school but has continued to struggle with work refusal. Thankfully, his violent outbursts have mostly stopped, but he will shut down for extended periods of time. We moved him to the other middle school in the district a couple of weeks ago, where they’ve introduced a new program/classroom to serve kids with emotional dysregulation. I’m not going to comment on how it’s going (because I’m superstitious) except to say it’s not bad so far.
After I divorced, I moved into a modest home that is in the same school district. It was important for me to make sure my kids didn’t have to experience too much change, but it’s clear to them we don’t have as much money as we used to have.
I now work part-time (from home) as a sales assistant/customer service rep for a national furniture company. I don’t earn very much, but it helps out and I really like the work and the people.
I’ve struggled to find a direction for my new blog. I’m tasking myself with spending time on that project during the holidays.
I’m entirely disillusioned by my government and the propaganda efforts that appear to be working to disavow facts and truth.
I probably will never return here “full-time” but I’ll always stop by to check in because you guys have been instrumental in helping me find a voice and in discovering I can be decisive and strong. Thank you for that. Happy Holidays to all, and I hope the new year brings you hope and light.
Well, I can’t stop googling those four words since I learned that one of my sons may be affected.
He’s short, and is pulling away from the trend on his growth chart. Is that a clear indication of a problem? I should have asked that question.
The endocrinologist had asked him to have a bone age study, and I’m still unclear as to the results. Are his bones older or younger than his chronological age? And which is “worse?”
He will need to get a fasting blood draw to rule out other factors (like hypothyroidism), but from what I’m reading, a precise reading of HGH is very difficult to detect in one blood draw.
If the test shows he’s deficient, that would mean daily injections (over several years), which:
May not be covered by insurance and if not is an outrageously expensive course of treatment.
Could pose health risks such as stroke, diabetes, and joint point.
Would constitute an enormous emotional burden on my son, who already suffers from anxiety.
I’m wondering what are the risks of not getting hormone therapy.
I’m also wondering if there’s an alternative to synthetic hormones.
Additionally, I’m curious if this is medically necessary or simply a course of treatment to prevent short stature as an adult.
Anyone have any experience with this they’d like to share - either publicly or privately? My head is spinning right now.
That’s not a self-pitying statement. It’s just a thought that popped into my head when I was thinking about writing the following post title:
“I’m not exactly sure if I’m back on Tumblr or not.”
Ugh! That sounds so narcissistic!
Truth is, I don’t really have time to keep up on a continuing basis, even though I’m pulling back from Twitter right now. It’s funny how much I avoid the work that goes along with running a Word Press blog; as soon as I decided to take a Twitter break, I didn’t focus my attention on what I wanted to accomplish with my blog - I came back here. I’m stalling, procrastinating, avoiding, I realize that, and I won’t let myself off the hook.
But…
It’s nice to come back here and read what’s going on in your lives. And I do feel sad that I’ve neglected some friends here. I hope you can forgive me.
And one more thing that I’ve wanted to say over the past few days:
@causticgrip (Matt) is a quality person and anyone who questions his motives doesn’t really know him and is just trying to stir up shit.
Today, I participated in a Twitter boycott. The primary reason for the boycott was to protest the unfair treatment of women on that platform, but I had another reason, as well:
Twitter bums the fuck out of me.
Since November of last year, I’ve felt like I have a duty, an obligation to be on Twitter. To be informed about the dangers of the current U.S. administration, and to learn how best to fight for the preservation of our freedoms.
And every day, since last November, I’ve felt depressed, angry, sad, and anxious.
Now, I’m not (completely) blaming Twitter for that, but my near obsession with the political side of Twitter has made me lose focus on some other priorities in my life. It’s like I feel guilty if I don’t always know what’s new kind of oppression is taking place. Like I’m complicit in some sort of way.
That’s crazy.
So, forgive me if I’m a little selfish, and have personal reasons for wanting an excuse to boycott Twitter today. My mood, over the last twenty hours, has improved considerably. I’ve kept informed of the headlines by using Google, and since I haven’t had access to Twitter threads, I’m not drawn into the replies that make me want to pack up my things and leave the country.
I don’t know if I’ll continue the boycott after tonight. Chances are, I’ll want to check in.
But now I know I don’t HAVE to be there. Reality will continue to suck whether I participate or not.
At least I’m less anxious in the face of the suckiness. Maybe that’s what I needed to draw more strength for fighting. And for doing other important stuff, too.
On the other hand, you might be like, “Who the fuck is this?”
Well, I am someone who used to be here every day. Throughout the day. Too often.
There are a couple of reasons I don’t log on anymore:
I’m obsessed with Twitter and everything having to do with the awful state of our government. I’m following mostly journalists and those well-versed about the intelligence community. Twitter is easier to read than Tumblr. That’s my take.
I started to get serious about launching my site/blog, and so spent many hours of the day trying to get it right before I launched. It’s been live for a few weeks now, and I’d love if you’d check it out. I realize that many of you will not be in my target market, so it’s okay if you don’t stick around. I’m specifically speaking to single/divorced parents, parents of kids with special needs, and anyone who is considering making a change in their lives. You can find it here.
So, I probably will keep up my schedule of not posting here, but there’s a major reason why I don’t delete my account: I want to be able to keep in touch (even though I’ve been really bad at it lately). I may occasionally pop in to heart a post or comment on it. I just can’t afford to get sucked back in to the feed because I really would not get anything else done. It’s my weakness, and I know it.
Forgive me?
Or, “I still don’t know who the fuck you are. Stay gone.”
Nickname: Fancy, I guess. Most people just call me Nancy Star sign: Gemini, although not much of a true Gemini. Height: 5′6″ Time right now: 7:10 p.m. c.s.t. Last thing googled: Reverse image. A lot of “widowed military personnel” are sending me Facebook requests. Favorite music artists: My musical taste is very diverse. My favorite workout music is Beastie Boys, but I also like listening to Classical, Choral, Indie Alternative, Broadway Soundtracks, Punk and even Jazz, now that my boyfriend is explaining it to me. Song stuck in your head: I could embarrass myself by naming a song from a musical I was listening to/singing along with recently, but the question above made me think of “Let it Happen” by Tame Impala. Last movie watched: I honestly can’t remember. I need to see a movie. Last TV show watched: Ladies of London. So embarrassing… What are you wearing now: Jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and a hoodie sweatshirt jacket. When did you create your blog: 2010 Do you have any other blogs: I have two others, and haven’t posted to either of those in quite a while Do you get asks regularly: It was never regular when I was here more often. Now, it’s nothing. Why did you choose your URL: I was called Fancy Nancy as a kid but I don’t think I’m very fancy. A little fancy. Almost fancy, you might say. Gender: Female Hogwarts House: I don’t practice that religion. Pokemon team: DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT POKEMON MY SON IS DRIVING ME CRAZY WITH THIS! Favorite color: royal blue average of hours of sleep: 5-6 How many blankets do you sleep with: one comforter and one top sheet. Dream job: Backup singer and/or essay writer. Followers: 1,357. People continue to follow me and I don’t know why
I’m supposed to tag people, but I’m not going to do that, okay?
