Where have I been? Everywhere, bestie. Everywhere but here. Long stories mostly short I've been driving around and doing OT with kids and it's been pretty fun but, lo, I got sick and with the brain fog too which most likely means I got COVID. Woo.
Some media in no real order:
America's Sweethearts: I never cheered for or watched the Dallas Cowboys to my knowledge (maybe my dad had it on in the background at times?). But parts of it sure do resonate. It's the KULTure, honey. I tried to find a meme to illustrate my lowkey obsession, but I guess that doesn't exist yet. Worth having on in the background while doing dishes or folding laundry and/or at the gym.
Chasing Chasing Amy: so it turns out that I am so tired that I can't read shit unless it has to do with assist levels, et al, because I tried to go see a movie with J and was telling her about the movie I thought we were seeing but it turns out instead it a documentary about that movie and maybe that's for the best. Because I'm pretty sure Chasing Amy doesn't hold up.
That Darn Cat (1965): The casting in this was confusing as were the accents. But 1960s Disney gave not a care about this. Hayley Mills (British) was 19? Her older sister (American) was...30? The lady who played Frankenstein's Bride (British) was in this as the neighbor busybody and looks about...50? But is...63? Idk. The FBI agent (American, of course) is in his 30s, but the Roddy McDowell neighbor (British) who works with The Older Sister is 40? It's fine! ...where the fuck was this supposed to be set? L acted like I was torturing her for insisting we finish it. You don't have to finish your dinner, but by golly you'll finish your ancient live-action Disney flick!
Summer Magic: I guess I'm on a Hayley Mills kick, because here we are. This was made in 1963, which means the events of the film were probably only 60 years earlier. So if they made a similar movie today it'd be set in 1965. Makes you think. The events of the film are very similar to Meet Me In St. Louis assuming you ever got to see when the family moved. Also the dad is dead. Sorry if that spoiled it for you, but...you get it.
Otherwise:
So, how's therapy going you might ask (with some misgivings because, wtf sis; when last I thus spoke Zarathustra my intent was to use ChatGPT as a kind of therapy stopgap). Well, it's...not? I tried with ChatGPT and it basically just says, "Wow that sounds hard." and gives me breathing exercises. The structures of the protocol are helpful and good to keep in mind generally but...that's not therapy. You need another human being for therapy. It's more like an interactive self-help book? And that's useful in its way but it probably more helpful to use an actual therapy workbook and make with the typie typie here if I may make so Buffy.
And at the end of the day recently I tend to look at a blank blog page and my brain emits a low, sonorous hum. And that's a bit difficult to type out. So.
And also I spent 8 goddamn hours documenting this weekend due to brain fog which hasn't been the best for my carpal tunnel.
How's fieldwork? It's good! Normal? Kind of what I expected? I'm enjoying the ways in which I'm good at it and the ways in which I need to grow and learn more. I don't (yet) regret my life choices as regards OT. The house it's the most difficult for me to go to is also the one that falls exactly at the end of my week and I still appreciate it because it's the house at which I'm most likely to witness discourse about race and America between two POC brothers adopted into a white family who seem distinctly anti-f*cist. The brothers do. Not necessarily the family. So silver linings - you know? And the kids who I'm told are "more challenging" are fiiiiine. Gurl, you can't hurt me. Or, if you can, it won't be via 3-8 year-olds with behavioral difficulties, and those not to the extent that anyone's pulled a knife on me (yet)!
I do want more from the interventions at times. That's probably on me, but there's this persistent difficulty with striking occupational balance for myself, finding interventions that work and are researched adequately, and pulling apart the things I'm using that are early-childhood based and OT-based.
Another thing that happened a week ago:
Not me tearing up in the Kaladi's because I ran into A Parent who chatted with me about life and politics and how Trump and Bernie are the same because the trigger the same fear part of the amygdala and how AOC is the new Bernie. ...maybe you had to be there.
I hope things are neither tornado nor flood nor wildfire nor legislative horror show. Besos.
