This is written ala rumination journalling or free writing where you just write and you don’t think too much about capitalization or spacing or spelling or typos which may or may not be the style this blog becomes for the next few days / weeks while I work some shit out. Also, what ever happened to those monday / tuesday / wednesday daily guide things?
Well, I’m working some shit out. Maybe they’ll come back in a bit – maybe not.
A friend sent me an awesome blog post idea.
Blog topic – how to help someone that doesn’t understand trauma or PTSD to help someone who does..
So there are two parts to that (as I understand it) which is how to help someone who doesn’t understand trauma / ptsd and also how to educate them with what it is so that they can help someone who is recovering.
I usually send people to the spoon theory for what it’s like to have an illness that others can’t see.
But what is it like to have PTSD?
If you’re in the Groningen area 18 May 2016 around 19:15, we’re meeting at the Launch Cafe. Come on by.
— K Rain Leander (@rainsdance) May 13, 2016
Prompt is simply a means of encouraging a conversation about mental health at tech conferences and meetups.
As I mentioned yesterday, something happened.
It turns out that as soon as I filed the complaint yesterday, OpenStack Foundation reached out to the accused who immediately confirmed he was in the wrong and subsequently emailed me to let me know what happened and that he’d be in touch.
And he was. He agreed that it was offensive and he never meant to hurt or intimidate me and it would never happen again and he apologized.
And I accepted his apology.
We hugged. Which is totally fine. I’m okay with hugs that I initiate.
We talked, happy for one another in our new roles / respective companies and then said our good byes with a hug.
He said, “I could kiss you.”
And before I could react, he grabbed me by the head and planted a wet one right on my mouth.
And then he turned and went to the bathroom.
And DO something.
Thus ends the pre-written, pre-scheduled posts and now I have to admit that I’m actually really sick this week. Nothing really serious, just an intense viral infection, but still, it’s persisted for a week now.
Which so totally sucks, yo.
Thankfully the weekend posts are light and airy like a cumulus cloud.
Or a romcom. Continue reading “Meow For Something Different”
One of U2’s most overtly political songs, its lyrics describe the horror felt by an observer of the Troubles in Northern Ireland, mainly focusing on the Bloody Sunday incident in Derry where British troops shot and killed unarmed civil rights protesters and bystanders who were there to rally against internment (imprisonment without trial), while at the same time rejecting hate and revenge as a response noted in the lyrics, “There’s many lost, but tell me who has won.”
And one of the points of my kickass speech evaluator was that I needed to incorporate more facts. Which is true. I am *really* good at telling a story. At leveraging emotions. At entertaining.
And I am a total chicken shit when it comes to facts and statistics and dates.