WP Group Therapy


Where to begin…

Okay, first of all, if you read this blog because I am often humorous, please bear with all the serious stuff for about a week or two. I am just working through some issues and will soon return to normal.

For the rest of you, I have a little problem. Maybe not so little…a problem. The weird thing is that I recently realized this, and I have kind of hinted around about it, but I haven’t come right out and said it. I still can’t decide if I want to tell or not. It is one of those things that is a little embarrassing. I already said that if 20 people join my MS Walk team, by the end of March, I will tell something I have never told anyone, so I figure I will at least wait until then to say it.

The thing is, maybe this should be something I get professional help for. Maybe I am making a bigger deal of it than what it really is. Maybe it is just something that happened due to the circumstances of my life now.

Regardless, I can’t drive. That is not the secret, but since I can’t drive, the idea of me seeing a regular specialist about this possible disorder is not really an option. I already skip doctors appointments because it is hard to find transportation. Well, maybe I could find it, but it is hard to ask for it, especially for something that is not a necessity.

WordPress already feels like therapy to me. I can express myself and my emotions better here than anywhere else. There are also all of you. I love hearing different insights and opinions on things, and I think it is helpful to get several different suggestions on how to best handle things.

What I am trying to say here, is that I would like for you to be my therapists for this issue. It really is not something that people would actually need to see in order to give advice and offer suggestions as to how to deal with it. I must admit that I am a little concerned about how you all would handle it. Would you be disgusted by it? Would you pity me? Would you not care? I don’t know, so if you would, please tell me. If I was to share this problem with you, how would you handle it? I know that might be hard, not knowing what the problem is, but I am pretty sure I am going to tell it regardless, I just want to get a little idea of what will happen when I do. I don’t want it to change anything between us.

So, that’s it. I have a problem, you are my confidants, and I want to be able to trust you to give me your honest opinions, and not let it change the way you feel about me. Thanks.

Hobbling Around the Issues: Assisted Suicide


There are some things in life that are difficult for me to understand. This issue is one of them.

I can’t understand why it is ok to put our dog out of its misery when it is old and can hardly eat, but when it comes to our grandfather…well, that’s just inhuman. We explain to our kids how “the right thing to do” is to put our cat down after being hit by a car, but when our loved one can only speak long enough to beg us to help them go quickly…we are appalled by the thought of “murdering” them.

We (as a society) say that it is okay to have an abortion, but when our own grandmother, who has lived a long, full, dignified life is now unable to control her bowels and bladder, not to mention her mind…it is best to just clean her up and pretend that she wants to exist as long as possible in a hospital room that she is frightened of each morning.

On movies and in reality, we often hear people say “at least he/she died doing what he or she loved.” Meanwhile, the father who gave 30 years of his life in service to our country is in so much pain that he can’t even see or hear his kids because his head is thrown back in screams of horror…it would have been okay if he died in the war, but we are going to make his life as long as possible here on our soil.

It is one thing when our loved one wants to fight, wants to live, tries to deal with the pain since it means they can still see their family and friends, etc.

When people are in horrible pain; when they are scared of each new day and in brief moments of sanity, beg us to kill them; when days or weeks of helpless humiliation are all they have left before they pass away…how can we ignore the real issue and only focus on serving our own purposes. Are we really that selfish? If you think the quality of life is not important…well, I don’t understand that.

Maybe you can help…