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  1. 2Siamese

    Angst at The System
    I read a lot of sexual assault materials and news reports in order to be able to help academics as a source of valid information. I have some interesting tags on the sub Reddit that I do moderate. One of them is, “you had one goddamn job do your job and stop complaining.”
    This week I actually saw swift justice to a post where there was a woman who signaled to a constable and also law enforcement officer that there was a rape in progress. The woman reporting was ignored but today that officer was removed at least temporarily anything that quickly is actually a huge win for those who have continually fought for change and trauma informed aftermath.
    What went right?  A bystander witness not taking a no.  Civilian fury at police inaction — Ulvade set that in the open.
    I have picked up many pieces of myself from that first attack, second attack, and third attack, and so on and so forth.  Never has one of these ended up behind bars so I knew when the Obama administration offered a financial grant to police stations everywhere for rape kit analysis he was literally trading us for Iranian warfare crimes in banking.   Like rape kits from an American slave ship.  I have not seen nor heard of a single kid or a victim that has gotten any sort of justice from the BNP Paribus Iran terrorism funding bank exchange for rape kit funding.
    Not a goddamned one.
  2. 2Siamese

    Random Thoughts
    Here is a guide on processing trauma including the experts Here’s What ‘Processing’ Trauma Really Means—And How It Helps You Heal
    I have dedicated personal time to a Reddit sub that collects case info on perpetrators as well as trauma-informed aftermath resources to assist survivors.  Occasionally someone will post a follow up and more recently people are less fearful to do so which makes me a ‘proud mod momma’ knowing that a large percentage of people are coming out of the haze of suffering.

  3. 2Siamese
    And the advent of quick tweets and bots on the radar we dismiss people instantly over a single word or three when that individual may not communicate like everybody else.
    I posted  that I knew in the back of my mind there were linguistic and machine learning entities in the gray area/black ops and trying to pick up this language so that we could actually determine if these things were global national threats.
    For starters I am not going to apologize for my absence because I have been fighting since the time I signed up here on cybersecurity international global issues in the early 1990s as a subject matter expert.
    We all do understand that rape is a total act of war and a crime against humanity and some of us in cyber security and higher level positions have had to take a sabbatical online in order to be able to protect our own selves. Thank you for understanding as well as your support.
    For those in opposition to women’s autonomy I just want to personally say whatever fake God you pray to you it’s gonna slap you in the di*k for you. Idols and I am going to enjoy every single moment and news report.
  4. 2Siamese
    I have a gorgeous bonus daughter who recently texted me that she signed a reproductive rights petition.
    I myself am a ✡️ Jewess.  I raised her with her mother’s consent through that terrifying first menstrual cycle.
    She came  to me quietly that she was bleeding from her female parts.  I did my best to let her know that I always experienced excruciating pain and that we would get the sanitary hygiene items she needed and ibuprofen or anything to alleviate her pain. In addition to this I welcomed her into the Jewish tradition of womanhood and told her the ins and outs of making sure that she knew at any time she could become a mother figure.  My preference is I thought her was for her to actually see the world and to have fun instead of being tied down to a family that she was not supported by. When she became an adult she had the most loving match ever. At first she doubted it but he  actually did end up being Prince Charming.
    I never shielded her from the actual truth on what was happening when she was young. And both she and her brother have beautiful kids and they’re happy.   You can indeed be a survivor of so many personal tragedies and being a hero or heroine to those children and your direct line of sight. I get photos and text messages of these two beautiful kids who are now parents. They have no police involvement. They live good lives.  My bonus son is a co-parent with his now “out” former wife. I am so glad I taught them tolerance.  
    Their father was and probably still is a closet bisexual. He preferred males to females.  I provided insurance but he never sought help. His adult daughter had to cut him off recently for soaking her financially.  Nobody has ever charged him with his violent crimes in the early 2000s.
  5. 2Siamese
    I haven’t been on the site in a long time because I have been working very hard to repair a lot of things that I didn’t do. The good news is after all that hard work and great support, things are moving in the proper direction.
    The DOJ announced the FBI made serious errors handling the Nasser case from 2015.  No surprises there.  Maybe they will create a branch of female or non-binary LGTBQ+ investigators.  We’d be able to get shit done and put people behind bars, no matter how powerful they are in the hierarchy.
    Drop me a line if you are new here.  I am happy 😊 to support you.
  6. 2Siamese
    Hi All 

    It got terribly busy with advertising-related annual deadlines.  This was my first time 'solo' taking flight with the previous Ad Queen who supported me through our annual directory rush.  WHEW!  It's over thankfully.  We are a small demographic in this large metro area and most of our support related directly to community is done by volunteers.  It's a labor of love and hardly work when the impacts over time help improve the lives of others.

    Most recently we were notified that area-wide we'd be collecting good 'wearables' in all sizes for refugee/immigrants.  My background and 'people' know the horrors all too well of fleeing with nothing on your back and losing family members.  I cannot honestly look the other way and be indifferent.  That's not in my chemical make up to do so.  Whether some call it 'empathetic' I think it is justified to plead for sane, safe and humane treatment of children.  Helpless children who are traumatized and not large enough or mentally strong enough to withstand the harsh environment and lack of access to food/medical.

    Finally it will be an early evening for me.  I'm generally not tired but this time the mental exhaustion matches the physical.  It helps that I swam laps in the pool which increases my activity level and improves the rheumatoid.  With that said... my mood improves as well! 

    Shavua Tov!  Make it a great and sweet week for all 
  7. 2Siamese
    "Hey... can you help out this girl?"


    I glance at the time and realize it is the DV "witching hour" as well as good training for the security guard who has a bit of trust I will do what is correct.

    "Hand the phone over to her, please."


    "I am really sorry that we are speaking and if you're not comfortable talking about what is going on right now I understand that as well.  Just know you have someone in your corner who you can call and will indeed follow up."

    She sounded VERY young.  I wanted to collapse but could not.  I had to be strong.

    Called him back.

    "She had my number 24/7?"


    "Okay.  We'll go from there."
  8. 2Siamese
    Last night I got quite the honor... of being the newest publicity director beginning in July.  I'm a little freaked because my best friend is actually the one with the degree in PR.  We laughed about that when I called her with the good news.  Looks like I'll be brushing up on skills I haven't used in decades and OMG I will have to wear make up daily again.
  9. 2Siamese
    Gratefully, I'm lucky.  I'll thank my professional friend for assisting me out of what was supposed to be a temporary move into an actual home.  There's a door open with no strings attached other than providing my new roommate some of my 'dog whisperer' calming techniques for a rescue dog while he is working long hours.  And... my overall healing.  I'm supposed to focus on getting quality sleep in my own bed that has a door.  For somebody with RA like me, the couch in a cramped apartment with my current Asperger roommate hasn't entirely benefitted me.  It's been a quasi-hateful battleground for years digressing into language being hurled back and forth.  So when I leave he can call me a filthy Jew behind my back.  I'm simply NOT giving two shits about his level of unmedicated crazy.  I don't have to.

    STEPS FORWARD:  It's a big place.  There is almost an identical set up in the back yard that reminds me of much, much better days.  Any PTSD'er will remark about memories but this has got to be a personal Hollywood moment just of my very own.   I'll have greenery to whack away at as well as dirt to dig in and add to the 'ambiance' of a bachelor pad.  His mother is... she's actually thrilled I'm moving in.  WHOA!  I just about fell out over that warm welcome.  But hey, I'm just glad she raised a gentleman son with all of those qualities I never sought out.  THANKS MOM!

    It's not all tragic and terrible being broke and disabled but still cognitively functioning.  I love my really cheap Rx that completely stopped the panic attacks in their tracks.  I love my MALE Mds --- 'cause the female MDs I saw for decades were actually a part of the problem.  While that might seem strange, I'm not at all going to enter that level of "cray cray" with professional drug abuse and career competition.  I'm dealing with my own version of minor "cray cray" post 2008 economic crash --- losing everything followed by intimate family deaths.

    Positive stress is knowing that although there are "unknowns" in a new environment, leaving one that has asphyxia due to horrific oven 'hygiene' will eventually produce a laugh over time.  The list of OMG I will never miss the male roommate parading around naked in front of the mirror while I'm sleeping fully clothed at night... yeah.  That shit is crazy.  I will NEVER miss it.  Ever.

    I've had the opportunity to talk to wonderful people on the phone about moving services.  There has been an exchange of laughter as I always try to keep things on the lighter side of right.   Most of all, I have to trust people I do not know to help make this transition as smooth as possible.  Maybe I'll make a new long-distance friend or two in the process.

    Anyway, I'll keep 'fighting the good fight' with a semi-smile on my face.

    And a full wine glass.

    Have an awesome rest of your week, folks.


  10. 2Siamese
    As I briefly visited a couple of resale second hand shops, I still had the Neiman Marcus "score feel"  today.  I am looking at so many Theodore Birkel-related albums on vinyl, I might as well be a 'psychic medium' or distant relative.  Seriously.  I have SIXTEEN Yiddish/Hebrew/Israeli vinyl LP albums that I found today.

    I could not be happier.  Really.  These are treasures beyond treasures.  In the past I'd bought a bluetooth capable turntable.  I realized today just how crucial that piece of equipment  is.  And I joyfully loaded up each pristine vinyl LP -- even with the tinny scratch and hiss. Pure bliss.

    No.  You won't change my mind.  I'm happy. I have SIXTEEN Yiddish/Hebrew/Israeli albums.

    I will be busy.  I also will insult anyone who has anti-semitic responses -- because I'm a righteous bit*h.

    'k?  Thx bye.
  11. 2Siamese
    There was no way to communicate to the 'two old fur dudes' that there would be a resident intruder.  I also didn't make any drastic environment changes other than getting the traditional apple head his own fuzzy house about a week beforehand.  

    When I brought the little guy in after a long drive back, I was met with angry adult males.  They were full on butthurt betrayed for a period of about twenty-four hours.  Then, they quickly adapted to the fact this little ball of chaos wasn't leaving any time soon.

    Realistically the older two are pacifists who really don't care to be snuggly with each other.  They have incredibly healthy bed boundaries and won't cross each others' invisible lines.  Only on rare occasions do they go on a brotherly fight... and if you've never seen Siamese play fight over personal space it is quite hilarious.  Most will slow motion shadow box never coming close to tagging the other feline.

    But wouldn't it be nice if... we hissed?  There's really no need for any words.  A hiss describes an entire range of emotions.  I think for comedic effect, I'd like to see a business meeting without any passive aggressive behavior and just coffee and hissing.

    OMG she sat in my regular meeting chair.  HISS.
    OMG does he really have to clip his nails here?  HISS.
    Project cancelled.  HISS and guttural meowing.

    You get the picture.

    But right now everyone is purring along in unity.  That's a good thing.
  12. 2Siamese
    "We are not allowed to be angry because it is perceived as a gender credibility issue and/or a hysterically manageable emotion that is to be stuffed."

    I'm revisiting the method my Mother taught me when I was very young to turn something into a form of art.  It involved several components of cultural tradition, cleaning, music and release.  Right now just thinking about it, I'm smiling.  I was fully allowed to discuss this relatively feared emotion but I also had to qualify it for validity before doing anything.


    Of what?  I have four other w's and one h that need to be filled in otherwise it isn't looking at all rational.
    Then I need to breathe and listen to an entirely different version from another perspective.
    She trained me early that I would not experience pleasantness in this process, but it was a trait or characteristic of fairness.

    "You must be willing to contain your emotion response to objectively listen to something that is entirely different from your own."

    And how do I miss hearing the voice of reason in front of me, guiding me --- like a female Spock.  This is a good checklist to have engrained.  She taught me that sometimes things are completely impassable and they will not have a resolution.  I had to be willing to accept the unknown and deal with uncertainty.  Our society's dominant psychology here has two sides --- win/lose or right/wrong.  That is only how a segment of the globe functions.

    A book and its corresponding audio CD was sent to me a very long time ago in a book club mishap.  While not superstitious, I like mistakes when they're not a source of frustration.  This set was allowed to collect dust for nearly a decade.  In good timing, it was an invaluable resource --- specifically honoring everything from confusion of others, my own confusion, anger as a tool of beauty and predominately opposite thinking.  I've recommended it to professional writers.  It's that good.

    To keep things in check, I know exactly why I had an angry flare this past couple of days.  I am only a smaller tiny part of a larger geographical symptom of decades involving a huge number of people in similar circumstances.  There will be no apology from the law enforcement embroiled in their own political ladder climb over the destruction of my rape kit.  It's not jealousy of retirement without disability.  I don't have a jealous streak of wishing I was somebody else --- ever.  It is the process requirements of being put through hell (which I believe is other people) to qualify somebody else's irrational expectation.  Why yes!  Thanks for the expensive PTSD and then about seventeen years of 'valhalla' where nobody would qualify it where I could use my own self with a functioning intellect to deal with the aftermath.  Thanks for infantilizing me. PTSD is not a death sentence and for everything I have been through, my terribly warped sense of humor I really like.  The LEO flippant FOIA request is just a tracking method to account for their time.  It's not exactly personal, but yet it is traumatically personal just the same.   It's irrational to expect men to be brave enough to admit error let alone do anything to rectify it.  How do I know this?  Well, look at all of the sunken war ships from Ancient Greece and Rome... still there a couple of thousands of years later.  This is my own peace of mind that the damage cannot be stopped from the past, but the kids of the future simply do not have to suffer.  I am never a coward and I can indeed impact small change.

    So I pull out my guidebook and I listen to the language of my emotions and I realize that this anger isn't destructive and it's okay to take it out and play with it in expression.  It's not permanent.  I'm not going to scream at anybody, break anything or do anything damaging.  Instead of 'managing' as everybody would like things all neat and tidy -- I am just embracing the normal mess of it.  Now that I am done experimenting with it being let loose... I have a schedule to keep.

    Thanks for reading.  Have a good weekend.
  13. 2Siamese
    "Rape is the only crime where the victim is interrogated as the subject of interest.  Little attention is placed on the perpetrator's behavior, if any."

    Once attacked as a child, the math odds do not improve in the longterm favor of the victim.  This establishes a pattern that it's okay for silence and repeat abuse.  It doesn't matter who or what is responsible for the original criminal act, what's important is that the victim doesn't internalize the crime.  Why would I think this way?  Not only does a victim/survivor have to fight the original crime, but the aftermath of the mob.  They are mathematically -- atrocious odds.  Personally, I didn't come up with the example of math and casinos.  It was two males at Stanford who did.  That too, pissed me off.

    It is an opinion that the Reid Technique from 1947 -- is part of this horrible gap in lost time, lost wages, broken families and other longterm consequences that are offloaded onto the victims.  Commercial entities also use these interview and interrogation method... but first, as a female, the religious nut jobs have to have their Spanish Inquisition jab.

    "Is she diseased?"
    "Is she of childbearing years?"
    "Is she married?"

    THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF THEIR BOOK, "Blame Victim (Company or Supervisor)" page 217
         "Use.  This rationalization can be used for theft or damage to property.  The victim can be blamed in almost any crime from a homicide, to a sex crime, to theft.  The guilt is transferred to the victim by the interrogator who portrays the suspect as a victim of circumstances.  The suspect became involved because the victim dressed or acted a certain way, flaunted their wealth, or made advances to the suspect."

    STOP RIGHT THERE.  I want a complete list of every human who has attended this Reid course, used this method AGAINST rape survivors and bought this damned book.  While I won't burn it, I will stare holes into it.  AND I will stare holes into the website of the two men authors who are of 'lofty credentials' in this so-called fake justice nation.  I FLIPPED YOUR 1947 MONEY RETIREMENT STRATEGY SCRIPT YOU BASTARDS.

    Legally, nobody is required to pass a religious test in this particular country.  Nor are they fully required to submit their body to examination without legal representation.

    MIRANDA -- how odd is this warning label from a foreign rapist trial who got off on a technicality?  I have the right to scream decades later because yelling is not against the law.  I have the right to insult the academic masses who have financially benefitted off of 'rape research' but have yet figured out how to resolve the K-12 anatomical education in the classrooms.  I have the right to tell the male judge and male lawyer that they are assholes when they collude on the insensitivity bandwagon and I'm reduced to tears in a trial.  I have a right to interrogate the backgrounds of the medical practitioners who might believe my body is their evidence playground.  I have a right to make sure any documentation about me in a file contains no bias about what people think of me... but rather facts.

    Most importantly, I have a right to laugh, to pursue my own path of healing and to investigate what is best for my life.  I am not to be categorically dumped into a group or groups for research purposes, nor am I to be used as a 'rape prevention' tool or mouthpiece.  I have a right to my personhood, my thoughts and my future.  I have a right to refute Stasi-like tactics from a University-backed funding pool that is propped up by extremist patriarchy political channels.  I have a right to my data accuracy and it not being propagated into a big data lake.  I have a right to my female brain which is absolutely no different than a male brain.  Mine happens to work logically and analytically and I can shut down the emotions just like a male with a light switch.  I have a right to work with my anger and find the beauty in it as opposed to the myths attached to female anger.  I have the right to my own emotions and I don't need your campy zen Corporate bunny fluff self-coddling because I came from that campy Corporate training environment and played the politics there.

    Yes -- Yes, I am terribly pissed off that the former Presidential administration used the financial anti-terrorism "fine" to supposedly fund rape kits and forensics.  You filthy bastard of Ivy League might not realize some of us have been working on Iran things long before you entered the State of Illinois politics.  We had to sit in those long gas lines during the seventies while we were given that delightful shitty government education in the middle of nowhere.  Thanks for using our pool as human shields for your Middle East agenda.  (In the event you two nincompoops didn't realize that human shields are against the Geneva Convention.)  They ONLY went to where the huge foundation money goes -- Universities -- and didn't even dance in the K-12 ring.
    Common sense says... if you're raped into PTSD as a kid into teens -- college isn't even in the forecast.  Thanks assholes.  That's the early childhood education your political strategy neglected.

    In the event the original officers who destroyed a rape kit seven years after the first rape don't see the crime scene tape... they're not allowed to cross that line.

    I am evidence.  I am not property.  You'll not stuff me in your evidence lab rat room for observation.

    I am a survivor... and I also have a right to be mad as hell.
  14. 2Siamese
    Thirty seven years ago I was raped by what I consider a stranger as a teen walking home in the rain... someone I did not know personally nor had I ever spoken to or been in proximity.  The place is small and it is a place where telephones aren't necessary for words or rumors to travel.  Everybody "knows" everybody or seemingly so is familiar with the names or families.  I'd assume this is quite typical in everywhere remote small places.

    I do not remember details.  What I do remember clearly was where I was previously, what I was doing in the arcade was a very normal social activity and that there was no ride home in the rain and I was told to walk.  My mother was sick and unable to come get me.  Walking is also something that is a normal activity in a very small town.  I wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.  There were also no taxis, Uber or Lyft for teens.  Bicycles were our only other form of transportation.  There were no drugs or alcohol involved.  I didn't run in huge social circles and being rather bookish anyway, I wasn't interested in popularity climbs.  What I do remember is the luring tactic by the perpetrator who claimed he knew the step-Dad and where I lived.

    "Hey... need a ride?" seemed to be a kind gesture.  That's the lure.
    An obituary or two clued me in that he'd probably seen me playing in the yard with other kids while he was visiting his uncle on the same block.  Yes -- obituaries reveal quite a bit of data that you wouldn't otherwise think would be important.  I'm equally as capable of solving my own crime scene -- because I was there.

    Many months ago, I got up enough wine-induced courage to take that entire PD to task.  Yes.  Even though the statute of limitations (colorful topic) has passed, I called to re-report the crime on my own accord.  Dead parents couldn't back me, but I did it anyway.  Dead grandparents weren't there to support me, but I did it anyway.  And... the PD hung up on me repeatedly so I kept calling and screamed that they were going to listen to me.  Besides... PDs are used to screaming drunks.  Might as well temporarily use this to my cathartic advantage.  So yes, the 1981 rainy April night was re-reported and that was that.  I got my point across that I will not be silenced.  After all, telecommunication engineering is in my background.  Voila!

    And wine is not a longterm solution or crutch.  I was able to reconstruct decades worth of passwords by loosening up my own cranial archives and getting inside my own head.  I'm done with that.  Mission accomplished.  I figured if it was good for the Ancient Greeks it might work for me, too.  Amazing what I was able to piece together that I thought was really permanently blocked... and this time I wrote it down!

    What I did not know is that a first cousin is related by marriage to both a retired police officer as well as the perpetrator.  It's now really no wonder he walked and probably did that over and over as they do.  All of these years, she and her mother pretended to act out of concern but at my first hint of "revolt" towards her and not being her technological free support, she turned.  She also tried to manipulate me into a fake forgiveness scenario over decades probably out of her own secret guilt.  When I told her to stop sending me photos of a truck in a driveway and that it was hurtful, she kept doing it anyway.  When she's insecure about her husband sending texts to a woman, she can pay a private eye for the address sleuthing... or actually go find a shrink.

    As they say, it's actually those closest that do the most longterm damage.  I just walked away.  I didn't realize that the downstream guilty cling to the victims just as hard as the perpetrators do.

    In doing so, cutting those ties... I freed myself.  This is my healthy decision.

    And some of that rage subsided.
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    Notice:  Deliberately vague in specific areas for the purpose of anonymnity where you may find yourself in similar situations

    I received a phone call later in the evening on Thursday asking if I'd participate in our normal Friday evening activities.  Would I be willing... That I cannot handle at the moment, because I do not have a full grasp of the ancient language fluidly enough not to freeze in front of everybody.  I'm easing into this which under normal circumstances is out of everyone's comfort zones.  It's not at all that I'm a perfectionist - we have a tendency to critique the delivery of this portion.  I don't want to have PTSD stage fright and mess up everything else that should follow with other people.  It is the uncertainty of inner conflict.  If anxiety flares because I know my language skills in this arena are at the extreme novice level, I can prepare for this in the future.  That is why I attend classes weekly as an adult.  I'm making up for decades of lost time.

    What I was capable of doing without freaking out I had done before.  Yes, please put me on the program for that.

    In a perfect world, which I know is never the case... changes were made on the fly.  I was happy to do the changes even though it said something entirely different in print on the program.  So, as our kind, tender, sage fearless leader came to me about the reading I asked him to gently prod with the nod of his head so I didn't mess this up or freak out.  He smiled.  He did just that.  I also wasn't missing all other participants and their roles because I was assured and comforted beforehand.  I heard everything instead of focusing on just my small part.  That is what generally happens when I am uncertain and afraid.  I focus on "my stuff" and miss everything else.  This time... was different because I unwittingly asked for help and guidance!

    When my name was called, I exited the aisle and walked confidently to the podium.  I drew in a quick breath and exhale as I picked up the microphone.  My hands did not tremble as I held the program in the left from which I was to begin reading.  Fluidly and clearly I read at an even pace these deep and meaningful words that are so beautiful.  Slowly, my other training in broadcast media came back and I read the sentences ahead and was able to speak them back to the audience while making eye contact.

    These four paragraphs are about loss, good-byes, remembrances, love and memories.  It speaks of not having to say good-bye but thanks because in our hearts and minds this... never leaves us.  I was speaking... fluidly, cogently and eloquently for the love and memories of everyone in that place.  Not just my own father.

    When I'd finished and walked back to my seat, a few others reached out their hands.  And I knew... I had honored all of theirs -- flawlessly.

    Had I not had professional training to speak in very large groups in front of an auditorium decades earlier, none of this would have creeped into my mind.  Not once.  That training wasn't even my idea.  It was a business environment and we were put through this exhaustive lengthy course because the business leaders in a different division believed technical teams were anti-social.  "We did not speak the same language."  The root of the anxiety was somebody else's opinion of me in a group --- and my obvious 'defects'.  Those same business people had a tendency to call 24/7 and screaming when their stuff broke, so the capacity for me to do my job wasn't defective.  They didn't like talking to tech people.

  16. 2Siamese
    I had a crazy busy and I mean... difficult challenge looming for a few months.  Thankfully, the honesty I met is that I was certainly never alone.  We were "studying a foreign ancient language" and needed to be able to do this as women in front of a crowd.

    Never intimidating. (*coughs*)

    Congratulations to every one of the six that went through class and made it.  OMG it was a nerve-wracking orientation over two days but I am so proud of every single one of us!

    We might be older than thirteen, but we are certainly more stubborn and I appreciate the opportunity.  Love you all!  Keep going ~ 'cause I am going to cheer you on.
  17. 2Siamese
    Over the weekend, I took the opportunity to leverage my own voice on behalf of however many thousands if not millions were impacted by the horrifying behavior of Wells Fargo.  I related and articulated on those regulatory-mandated recorded lines my own personal story (paraphrased) and how the financial sector itself perpetuates interpersonal violence.

    My point was... we are in a zero-trust arena in the field of cybersecurity.  Two of their former retired employees exerted obnoxious and highly unprofessional behavior here at the local level, while maintaining their OWN retirement as well as InfraGard positions plus other board memberships.

    I don't tolerate 'the old boy network' with other women also siding with them --- because that hurts communities.  It's deceptive, malicious and vengeful.  Group mobbing the supposed weakest link because of disability challenges is perhaps the sickest thing I've had to endure.

    Banks as such at the Executive level will indeed continue to be berated directly and just maybe... it might kick in their brain cells into a new pattern.  The 'war on terror' we purportedly fought inside the financial entities didn't quite catch our own bastard problem inside hurting Americans.

    I intend to change that.

    Have a great day!
  18. 2Siamese
    Warning:  This contains language designed to at least elicit a bit of laughter.  Please put beverages down while reading.

    My rock, my constant source of laughter and total joy... was gone.  At that time, I was also under complete financial duress at the point of coming to grips with being too ill to work and the further slide down of the housing crisis.  I had no money for a plane ticket and nobody was offering from the 'family'.  Her death came as no great surprise as I knew from the previous year that my visit with her would be the last.  She was indeed completely miserable in the hospice place with unfamiliar people and to her palate, "shitty institutional food".  She had every right to say that because she was a phenomenal cook.

    While I wasn't given any choice in the matter where she resided, her sons with exception of one constantly complained about her.  Sure.  Thanks for putting her in a smelly box-like room with a curtain and a handful of drawers where the staff would rifle through and take anything of value.  I know!  I bought her this amazingly fun cashmere bright green lap blanket for a special occasion.  Sticky fingers by 'nursing staff' is what happened to it.  Not to mention the Aunt that walked off with ALL of her jewelry.  I see now why she detested J. so much.  But then again, J's mother was as 'cray cray' as could be.  

    Psssst... it's the distant 'relative' by marriage people that never go in for professional help that I avoid!  That makes my holidays I celebrate QUITE delightful without any excuse.

    "You m'lady are a wretched ass and I have to eat Valium to be around you for an hour."

    So I do not.  That's how I gauge situations with certain people.  Strangers are generally not at all a discomfort.  Pretty much people know that those closest to us can indeed do the most damage.

    But not Gran.  Oh my fun and second mother who took up the job after my Mom passed way, way too young.  We danced.  We could be silly.  We could sing off key.  She would quote Shakespeare in the kitchen and then I'd be expected to 'remember my lines' to keep whatever Act was going.  It was never monetary.  She was as practical as it got.  If something didn't need replacing, it did not happen.

    After she passed, the one empathetic Uncle said, "what woman does not ever replace the carpeting, wall paper or furniture?"

    While not remarking about his now ex-wife's inability to keep a single career path...

    "It was good and perfect expensive carpeting when it was installed and shows no sign of wear.  Not everybody follows design trends or keeping up with neighbors."

    Oh.  Yeah, Depression-era kids who realized everything had value later on passing those critical values on to the offspring might have prevented the disposable society we have today.  There were ZERO abuses in my maternal grandparent's home where I had the only safe space in my life.

    When she was gone... home went away forever.  All I have left are photos, a few heirlooms and memories.  But she would want me and you to smile and not cry.  Out of all of her own personal tragedies with the death of several of her children, she always got back up.

    I hope if you are down, there are so many wonderful people here at AS to lift you back up!
  19. 2Siamese
    I printed off what I wrote and took the book referenced in part one in to the PhD that I trust.  I read it aloud.

    "May I see the book?"


    "That's damaging."

    "It is and although I despise the men who have made tons of money in law enforcement off of their sales practice, I won't burn the book.  I refuse to do what Hitler and many others have done by burning books.  I do NOT agree with the parochial 'version' of anger and if anything calling it a sin makes them money by keeping people sick and miserable.  Worst longterm gaslight tactic ever."
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