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Still Standing
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Birthday:
Dec 3, 1949 (Age: 68)
Location:
High desert where the sun is king.
Occupation:
retired floral designer and needlework designer

Still Standing

Member, Female, 68, from High desert where the sun is king.

Playing chess with PTSD: he cheats. Jan 6, 2018

Still Standing was last seen:
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:00 PM
    1. Still Standing
      Still Standing
      Playing chess with PTSD: he cheats.
      1. Mal Content and Bearlinda like this.
      2. Mal Content
        Mal Content
        Pull an en passant on him!
        Jan 11, 2018
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    Gender:
    Female
    Birthday:
    Dec 3, 1949 (Age: 68)
    Location:
    High desert where the sun is king.
    Occupation:
    retired floral designer and needlework designer
    I have late onset CPTSD and PTSD from traumatic medical procedures. I find much comfort in being creative. It is a form of "speaking" for me. Emotions can be poured into whatever my hands find to work on. While the hands are busy, my mind is free to evaluate problems and find solutions to them. I like to dabble in photography, mixed media, and beading. Reading non-fiction and biographies are also an occasional diversion from the world of PTSD. And I scrapbook family photos. It is a safe medium in which to view past family and events. Having to look at old photos gives me opportunity to process the hurts and allow the pain to ebb to a less aggressive level. I suppose it is a form of exposure therapy. For me, this avenue works. I recently acquired a puppy that became an emotional support therapy companion. He has grown from a very tiny, floppy-eared pup to an elongated, black, half-chihuahua half daschsund mixed breed (luck of the pick from the Humane Society) with ears that are bigger than his face. They stick straight up to the sky like sails on a sailboat. He looks like a black Sugar Bat walking on four stubby legs. But, he is unaffected by his heritage. He lives and acts like a normal dog. I am inspired by his obliviousness to his oddness. If only there was an easy way to look and live beyond the warped view PTSD/CPTSD wraps around my head! I also love to get in the car, plug in an audio book, and drive for hours, to destinations in Washington state, my home state. Living, landlocked, in high desert, in a mid-western state, I long for ocean humidity, rain, and evergreen trees. The kids are grown and gone, living lives of their own. It is only hubby and I now. He has begun the journey of "wait and see" concerning having Smoldering Multi Myeloma. "Smoldering" because he has cancer but it has not activated and may do so tomorrow or never. We hope, never. We both hold on to life via faith in Jesus. He has been my lifeline through uncountable traumas and abuse. In my deepest black hole, He is the only rope that reaches far enough to pull me out. Though I cry, complain, feel hopeless and suicidal, at times, in enduring patience, He is always there for me.
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