When I get pregnant (some day in the distant future), I need to take up some non-sharp hobbies. Reading is good. Belly dancing could be okay. What else?
When my classmates had their "behavioral" clinical as an EMT, they came back reporting how weird the crazies were, but I felt a certain kinship with the patients. I need to keep my shit together, I thought, because this place is BORING. I mean, seriously, sand-painting? Yuck.
I've been reading It Sucked and then I Cried because it made me laugh out loud and because I identified so much with the formerly devout Mormon, anxiety-ridden author. We're different in some ways--for instance, she apparently throws things at people when she's angry, while I see that as unimaginably barbaric. Well...when I was 18, I winged a calculator at a project group member as he boasted of committing statutory rape with a drunk high schooler. It was a very expensive calculator, belonging to someone else, and I broke it, but she had a back-up and said it was totally worth it. But that's the only time I can remember throwing anything at anyone.
But, anyway, I identify with the author, so when she checked herself into a mental hospital for 4 days to sort out her post-partum depression (which expressed itself as crippling anxiety), it sort of hit close to home.
When I get pregnant, I need to find some non-sharp hobbies. I 'm pretty sure you can't sew in the mental hospital.
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