Tag: self-care

  • Current Mood

  • “you are safe”

    I love my husband.

    Jared says I have been less afraid of him this year; that I am making progress.

    He says for years in the 2010s to the early 2020s I flinched, as in actually jumped, whenever Jared reached out to touch me.

    Jared says it hurt, but he knew it was not him I was reacting to: it was ghosts of the past.

    The body keeps score.

    And even now, my nervous system is highly wired and worn out.

    But I do love my husband, and I am learning to trust the love that he has shown me consistently for 22 years now.

    Trust is hard.

    Trusting men is harder.

    The body keeps score and even with 22 years of careful and tender care, there are confusing outbursts occasionally. It’s hard to remember that my husband is not the enemy sometimes.

    And when my nervous system feels short-circuited due to high alert, the best thing I can do is bury my head in Jared’s chest and let him tell me, without me saying a word, “You are safe.”

    In fact, when I am at my most distressed, Jared takes off his shirt to hold me, telling me I need the contact of his warm skin.

    Jared says, “You are safe,” at the most unexpected times.

    The situation is delicate enough that Jared’s incredible employer lets me hang out with him at work whenever it’s practical.

    Right now, I am drafting this post from the hallway of the press box while Jared is working with the broadcast kids for the Halloween football game tonight.

    Lots of afternoons, when I have been unable to drag myself out of the bed due to despondency, Jared will say, “Come see me,” and when I manage to get cleaned up and out of the house, I just go hang out at his office.

    Jared is truly my safe place.

    How I got so lucky when that man with the online profile “Maxtheape” sent me a message in early July 2003, I will never know.

    I remain convinced that Jared Price saved my life.

  • (sort of) falling apart

    I have been quiet about this, only telling really family and my ladies’ group at church…

    But I have to have a diagnostic mammogram and ultrasound next week. I’ve known about it for over a month but the appointment was this far out.

    I have a weird skin spot. And I had a dermatologist appointment yesterday and she confirmed that the spot is concerning. It is possible it is just a rash and she gave me some creams to try for a month for that. If the creams don’t work, depending on what the diagnostic mammogram shows, I am to come back to the dermatologist in a month for a biopsy.

    But the dermatologist was glad I have the diagnostic mammogram scheduled.

    Also: I have reason to believe that a pilonidal cyst I had 25 years ago is coming back. *sigh* I never had it excised 25 years ago because at the time, I was coincidentally on Accutane for severe cystic acne and the Accutane dried up the pilonidal cyst. The dermatologist gave me something for that, too, and told me to seek out a colorectal surgeon if what she gave me doesn’t clear the problem up.

    I’m a little worried the other spot is inflammatory breast cancer.

    Most people I’ve told have been supportive. One, predictably. said, “Wanna show me?” I should have known better than to tell that particular individual. *double sigh* At least I know that distancing myself from that particular individual has been the right decision.

    So yeah. That’s what’s going on in these parts.

    Nobody would give me Accutane these days. 25 years ago I was not under any form of psychiatric care.

    Incidentally, in addition to the acne, and the pilonidal cyst, the Accutane was also apparently responsible for the disappearance of at least 5 lumps in my breasts at the time, too.

    I never had them checked, they’d been found in a gyno exam, and mysteriously at the next exam they were gone, a year later.

    I’m trying not to be afraid. But I won’t lie: I am.

    I am more afraid of having to have a potential cyst excised than I am about cancer though, whether I should be or not.