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Colorful and hopefully optimistic but maybe hateful occasionally

Did I mentioned that when the police arrived, Nestle was SO EXCITED because she had finally touched squirrel?

She likes squirrels

I like that she had a squirrel hanging off her face who was biting her and making her bleed everywhere and then her face said “BEST DAY EVER”

Police were laughing as well. Totally forgot to mention that this was hilarious lol

I guess I was busy trying to get an attack squirrel off my bleeding dog
 
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As for work I’ve been doing:

I had EMDR last Sunday but my therapist told me to text her if I have any problems. I got too tired to continue and it had been an hour and a half, but the memory wasn’t processed yet. She told me that, anyway, and I believe her. But I was putting a lot of effort into being as positive as possible. I think it helped.

It was on the memory of being locked in an isolation room for two days without food or water. During EMDR I drank 20 fluid ounces of water to my therapist’s amusement, stopped having to hold my dog, and enjoyed so many nilla wafers. Also realized I wasn’t alone then (the nurses were abusing many patients, which might have been the disturbing part, but at least I wasn’t singled out?) and am not now. :)

OCD improved a bit after EMDR. Turns out to have been related to that memory in particular. The dirty floor hurting my lungs, all that dust on my clothes when I was so thirsty. I probably shouldn’t go into detail right now...?


she is gentle because she follows the lead of her alpha -- which is you.
Well that’s adorable as crap <3

I should learn more dog psychology :0

She been watchin’
 
Facial blindness is confusing. I went to the fireworks show tonight (I went to two) without my service dog because she’s not a fan. So I let her have a little vacation. She’s been so tired anyway.

But without her telling me who I did and didn’t already know, I ended up in a ton of conversations where I had to apologize for not being able to figure out who I was talking to. One of them was my co-worker’s husband, who I’ve met loads of times. Lol, oops

Also, a friend recommended a dating app at least for experience and networking, which is probably questionable but hey. I didn’t for a long time because it asks your gender when going in and gives you like ten options to choose from but I have no idea what I’m doing so I usually get a headache and close the app, thinking I’m in no shape to chat anyway. But today I finally just picked my biological gender, so. That’s something. It let me in. (It’s a no-men-allowed app, for queer and lesbians. They have another version that’s no women but I figured since I never downloaded that one, I must be female enough to call myself female. It’s something.)

Problem was, with facial blindness, I thought every slightly chubby person with a certain kind of piercing was Brandi, especially if they had green eyes. Confusing feeling.

On the plus side, I can’t remember Brandi well enough to recognize her in public. Nestle would, but that’s fine. She’d tell me I know Brandi so I’d probably say hi like I always do when I’m trying to hear a voice (so I can try to identify them). Then I’d most likely recognize the voice. Maybe the insecure way she keeps her head down. Most likely though, before that happened, she’d glare or try to walk away. She never really knew, after ten years, that I couldn’t recognize her without her green plaid jacket or her Batman stuff. Or that piercing. Her voice is distinct to me but not her face.

I deleted most pictures of her so I can’t check, but I wouldn’t be able to identify any face to save my life anyway, so that’s sort of a weird plus

My entire life is a weird plus
 
I was talking to a young woman (about 20?) who insisted that the back elevator was haunted. I asked why. She said it was because it makes a stratching sound going up or down.

I’ve been around when maintenance was done on it. I know it’s something with the gears. When she first told me a spiritual explanation, I felt just a little more inhuman for a moment, like I hadn’t come to the most human mental response to odd sounds in an elevator. But, actually, when I reported the worse sounds and watched a guy come fix it in June, I doubt the people I called nor the man who came to fix it thought it was ghosts. Probably the guy who invented elevators also didn’t think it was ghosts.

Nothing wrong with calling it haunted or anything, but nothing wrong with viewing it as a human made machine box. Come to think of it, after working with tiny animals, bacteria, and fungi under a microscope, it really isn’t that odd of a reaction for me to immediately have looked for facts. And in the person’a world who called the elevator haunted, it’s probably also normal. Or at least more fun for her.

This is probably a weird thing to be rationalizing, but I swear if I do it now then later I won’t have to wonder if it happens again. :P
 
I tried to challenge the OCD again last night. It wasn’t a full success, so maybe not the best use of my time, but I tried!

The floor in the bathroom feels so dangerous. I feel extreme anxiety if anything touches it, especially if I do. There’s been a dirty towel on the floor for two months at least because of that. I feel I need gloves or something to remove it and get it cleaned. Same with the rug.

When the staff come in to clean it occasionally (I’m still in a dorm hall despite not being a student) they bleach the floor and toilet (that word alone makes me uncomfortable) and then for about a day I feel okay in there, but still won’t touch the floor. I wear shower flip flops in the shower, and I must fix the drain cap only with my shoe (my suitemate keeps removing it, and the open drain really freaks me the f*ck out, not certain why at this point). I picked up the drain cap once to hit it against the trash can side to remove dog fur — ended up dropping it like a hot waffle because I was having physical reactions to touching a “dirty item” — was highly anxious for WEEKS.

Since they came in and unclogged the shower drain, I’ve felt a bit better.

Last night I showered, got perfectly clean enough to be in pajamas and be able to be in clean sheets. I had washed my hair so I had shampoo bottles on the lip of the shower (so, not on the floor and not on the bottom of the shower — I consider the lip cleaner than both places, but still not very clean). I picked up the bottles to put them way, and then a few drops of water landed on my feet.

Probably not a big deal, normally? I’ve seen people walking around barefoot in the nasty-ass kitchen when some dumb resident flooded it with dirty water, so I’d say a drop of water shouldn’t be bad compared to that. But water makes me feel even dirtier than actual dirt. (In fact, I’m actually fine with dirt.)

My normal reaction would be to immediately take another shower. But first debate it because of time and water usage. Last night I decided to try to sit with the high anxiety I was feeling, and try to challenge my logic.

It worked for about two minutes and I was proud, but then I couldn’t handle the anxiety anymore. Also realized I couldnt dirty my bed so I couldn’t get into it unless I was 100% clean. (There’s a percentage in my head, sort of.) And if I did I might get nightmares or... something. Who knows

So I went back and poured alcohol on my feet. It worked. Good enough.

It’s a minor success, but not enough for... much. I have had other OCD things Fade more naturally, without work. Like being able o Kay on the floor suddenly, if it looks at least mostly clean. So maybe I shouldn’t push myself that much again. The bedtime routine is currently mostly harmless. Petting my dog doesn’t make me think I’m getting things dirty. Unless she’s oily, but I try not to bathe her too often.

I like how just talking about this makes me a bit anxious. Then again, I’m pretty anxious today. I really dislike that bathroom. I’ve done better in previous bathrooms I’ve had. They put me in a very old, very bad room so maybe it’s messing with me.
 
I had a pretty funny OCD thing happen though.

I was in the nasty kitchen (these kids are terrible) and saw an open bag of marshmallows sitting in dirty water by the kitchen sink, which smells a bit like rotting food at the moment. Without thinking, I immediately picked up the open bag and started washing it in hot water and soap.

I think I got one or two marshmallows wet, but I’m pretty sure they were abandoned, because they’re still there. So. At least their bag is super duper clean
 

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