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This poem is spillover from the March 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] chanter_greenie. It also fills the "loneliness" square in my 8-1-17 card for the Survival Bingo fest. This poem belongs to the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It has misery, loneliness, low mood, abandonment issues, alienation from hometown, serious prejudice against soups, and other challenges. Also, the positive interactions and upstanding shown provide a little lift, but not an actual happy ending. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before moving onward.

"Why Can't We Accept It?"

Wallace was miserable,
but he hated to admit it,
because of the reason.

His nemesis had moved out
of town, and that made him lonely,
which then made him feel guilty
for missing a supervillain.

Every time the wind stirred the dirt,
Wallace reached for his Protean suit
and looked around for Dust Devil,
but there was never anyone there.

The wind was empty.

He loved his home town, but it
just wasn't the same anymore.

He couldn't even blame Dust Devil
for leaving town. Rapid City had gotten
more and more hostile toward soups.

Never mind the supervillains,
they didn't even like superheroes.

You had to be a long-handled campfire fork
to cuss out someone who had just pulled
your drunk ass out of a wrecked pickup truck,
but it had happened to Protean twice already.

His mood dipped a little lower every time
someone made a snotty remark about soups.

Then he saw the safety sign outside the factory
with a crossed-out cape on it, and he couldn't help
thinking that "no capes" was pretty much the same
as "no Indians" which wasn't ... quite ... history yet.

So Wallace pulled up his big-boy shorts
and put some coping skills into action.

He went to Evans Plunge, which was
just about empty on a weekday morning,
and he swam for a couple hours in
the warm, mineral-smelling water.

Swinging across the pool on the rings
always gave him a little thrill of achievement,
ever since the first time he'd managed
to get all the way across at fifteen.

There had been that awesome time
he knocked Dust Devil into the water,
which admittedly was a dick move,
but he had won the fight.

Somehow, that memory just
made Wallace sadder today.

Then he visited Dinosaur Park,
which always made him smile for
the sheer nostalgia of coming here
for every birthday until his teens.
His family had been so patient.

He hiked up to see the apatosaurus,
but this time his lips barely curled.

He couldn't stop thinking about the time
that he and Dust Devil had an epic battle
up and down the long staircase there.

Wallace shook himself off and
headed out to Reptile Gardens,
its distinctive dome rising
high above the yellow wall.

Inside, it was lush and beautiful
with jungle plants and little lizards
that scuttled away from his feet
as he walked the looping path.

One crawled up the leg of his jeans,
and that should have tickled,
but he felt nothing.

Once, a couple of years ago
when it rained for two weeks straight,
Protean had actually caught Dust Devil
gently drying off the outdoor reptiles
with his superpowers.

That time, he didn't intervene.

Wallace went back outside
and wandered listlessly around
the grounds until he came to Barney
showing off Topaz, an albino python.

The big friendly snake was currently
crawling over two adoring tourists.

Normally Protean would have
joined the fun, but today he felt like
there was a sky-high wall between
him and everyone else.

After the tourists headed for the dome,
Barney turned to Wallace and said,
"Hey buddy, are you okay?
You don't look so good."

"I don't feel so good," Wallace admitted.

"Walk to tell your woes to Topaz here?"
Barney offered. "She's a great listener."

It took a surprising amount of courage, but
Wallace let himself be coaxed into petting
the beautiful yellow-and-white snake and letting
her crawl up his arm and over his shoulders
as he told her the terrible things he'd seen.

She was warm and sleepy from the sun,
and didn't seem to mind listening.

"I know that feel, bro," said Barney.

"What do you mean?" Wallace asked
as Topaz stretched out to crawl over
Barney too, her powerful muscles
drawing the two of them together.

"We're supposed to welcome the stranger,"
Barney said. "I'm good at that. I love
the tourists. It's my neighbors that I
have trouble loving. I guess I'm
not a very good Lutheran after all."

"Better than the ones at St. Paul's,"
Wallace said. "They just expelled
a kindergartener for declaring
himself to be Peter Pan."

"That sounds a bit extreme,
even for them," Barney said.

"He might have gotten away with
dressing in body paint and a wolfskin,"
Wallace said, "but then he flew."

"Oh," said Barney. "That would
not go over well at St. Paul's."

"Yeah, no," Wallace said. "Soups
just aren't welcome here anymore."

Barney looked away, then set his jaw
and looked back. "I never said anything
before, but I think you need to hear it now.
That day a snatcher stole my new phone
and got caught ... I know it was you."

"You must be mistaken," Wallace said,
trying to ignore the clench of his belly.

"No, you've got these three little freckles
in a triangle on the side of your neck,"
Barney said. "When you tackled that guy,
your mask slipped a bit, and I saw them."

Wallace sighed. "What did you want to say."

"Thank you," Barney said. "I reckon
you don't hear that enough, so there it is."

Wallace was trying to remember
if he had ever heard it as Protean.

He was so bemused, it took him
a minute to remember that he was
supposed to say, "You're welcome."

"Also, I kind of envy you a little,"
Barney said. "You were so fast."

"I, uh, can adapt to challenges,"
Wallace admitted. There was no point
in trying to maintain his cover when
he was already blown. "I envy
your ability to have a normal life."

"I keep reptiles for a living,"
Barney said with a smile.
"I think normal might be
a bit of an overstatement."

Wallace stroked Topaz as
the last of her tail slipped away
to drape over Barney again.
"Closer than I am, anyhow."

"White people now tan to get darker,
and black people wear their hair like
white people. Naries dress in capes
for Halloween, while soups come as
football players," Barney said. "We are
all confused. Deep down we admire
each other, but why can’t we accept it?"

"I don't know," Wallace said.
"It makes me sad, though."

"Me too. I love working here,
but my coworkers get on my nerves,"
Barney confessed. "Sometimes I just
go home and watch Television Maldives
until I can finally fall asleep."

Maybe Wallace was not, as he had
thought, the only one feeling crushed by
Rapid City's increasingly oppressive atmosphere.

That idea stirred his superhero half.

"I'm not sure it matters why," Protean said
to his secret admirer. "I think that what matters
is finding the courage to stand up against
that nonsense, even if you stand alone."

Barney put a hand on his shoulder,
warmer and softer than the snake
had been. "Not alone," he said.

It wasn't enough, but it helped.

* * *


Protean (Wallace Fedderson) -- He has fair skin, blue eyes, and short curly blond hair. He is nearsighted and wears glasses. He is a people pleaser, which is sometimes an asset and other times a liability. He hates being alone or cut off from supportive people. Wallace grew up in Rapid City, South Dakota and really loves the place. But it has gotten so bigoted and soup-hostile that he finally gave up and moved away.
Protean is the nemesis of Dust Devil, and has also tangled with Midnight Blitz. Because his superpower is primarily defensive, he relies a lot on his utility belt for offense, and stocks it with many useful gizmos.
Origin: As a child, he had some sensory issues and fussy behavior. Therapy intended to help him tolerate things triggered his Adaptation powers.
Uniform: White dexflan and krevel suit with black trim and a matching mask; plus a black utility belt that follows the V-line of the black trim at the hips, white gloves, and white boots. Off duty, he likes comfortable clothes, usually in dark colors.
Qualities: Good (+2) Agility, Good (+2) Geek Friends, Good (+2) Gizmologist, Good (+2) Honorable, Good (+2) Thinking Outside the Box
Poor (-2) Being Isolated
Powers: Good (+2) Adaptation
Motivation: To be liked.

Dust Devil (Tomi Grummons) -- He has tinted skin, brown eyes, and long brown hair with a little wave. He has a sweet, sad singing voice and a good memory. His heritage includes Lakota, Dakota, German, and Irish. As a young boy, he was taken from his family under dubious circumstances and placed in foster care, but never adopted. Being raised primarily by white people has made it difficult for him to reconnect with his past and his people, although he has tried.
Dust Devil is a supervillain who lived in Rapid City until it became intolerable. Unsiiciyapi is the virtue of humility; he doesn't get above himself. He enjoys making beaded bracelets and chokers, but his skill is no better than average. He is particularly vulnerable to alcohol, and gets even moodier when drunk. Dust Devil is the nemesis of Protean.
Origin: As a tween, he was playing in a trench at a construction zone where he'd been told not to be. Part of it collasped on him, and he nearly smothered. His superpowers manifested, allowing him to blow away the dirt and escape.
Uniform: On duty, he wears a brown krevel suit with fringe, and matching krevel boots. Off duty, he wears grungy blue-collar men's clothes.
Qualities: Good (+2) Flexible, Good (+2) Listener, Good (+2) Singer, Good (+2) Thief, Good (+2) Unsiiciyapi / Humility
Poor (-2) Moody
Powers: Good (+2) Dust Devil Powers (Signature Stunts: Blinding Cloud, Thieving Wind)
He can control both the wind and small particulate matter. His use of Dust Form is still only at Poor level.
Motivation: Survival.

Barney Redenbaugh
-- He has fair skin, hazel eyes, and short brown hair with a short beard. He works at Reptile Gardens in Rapid City, South Dakota. Tolerant and outgoing, he loved working with people of all kinds. His coworkers get on his nerves, though, because the city is getting more bigoted all the time, and he disapproves of that. So Barney prefers the tourists.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Herpetologist, Expert (+4) Naturalistic Intelligence, Good (+2) Inclusion, Good (+2) Lutheran, Good (+2) Strength
Poor (-2) Allergic to Fur

I was intrigued to discover that the Calvary Lutheran Church in Rapid City, South Dakota has a very progressive pitch:
Calvary Lutheran Church is a congregation of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America (ELCA) whose own mission statement, “marked with the cross of Christ forever, we are claimed, gathered and sent for the sake of the world,” is a part of our foundation. As members of the ELCA, we believe that we are freed in Christ to serve and love our neighbor. With our hands, we do God’s work of restoring and reconciling communities in Jesus’ name throughout the world. [...]
Wherever you are in your journey with God, you are welcome here

The Lutheran faith also offers these ideals on inclusion and participation:
We are committed to being inclusive and enabling the full and equitable participation of women, men, people of all ages and people with disabilities.
Our commitment to inclusion encompasses church life and society, and the decision-making processes, activities, and programs of the LWF itself.
We understand that power dynamics, cultural norms, access to resources, and other factors create barriers to participation and we work to overcome these.

These are the kinds of things that Barney thinks of as Lutheran.

Peter Eagleton -- He has pale skin and arresting sky-blue eyes. His straight blond hair is short and shaggy over a heart-shaped face. He lives in Rapid City, South Dakota. He is five years old and just got kicked out of St. Paul's Evangelical Lutheran School for declaring himself to be Peter Pan. He might have gotten away with dressing in body paint and a wolfskin, but then he flew.
Origin: Self-actualization.
Uniform: Body paint, a wolfskin, and a flower crown. Annoyingly, his parents keep insisting that he wear ordinary clothes.
Qualities: Good (+2) Energetic, Good (+2) Leader, Good (+2) Story Listener
Poor (-2) Civilization
Powers: Good (+2) Flight
Limitation: Requires happy thoughts, but no pixie dust.
Motivation: "I won't grow up!"

Self-actualization in psychology refers to a high level of personal growth. In the traditional pyramid of needs, it appears at the top, meaning it gets met only after other needs; but many people have a different order, for example, a slave who runs away from free food and greatly increases danger in search of freedom. Here I'm using it in the sense of manifesting new powers out of oneself as an act of will and insight, as in "Kid's Story" from The Animatrix. It has taken me 1,491 pages of character notes before the first instance of this as an official origin story. I suspect that there are other instances of it, but it's very rare. Compare this with the Buddhist goal of enlightenment.

Although it is widely recorded that the original version of Peter Pan made no mention of fairy dust as a material requirement for Flight, I could not find a copy of it online. They're all later editions, which mention the dust. Peter Eagleton's mother has the original.
Fairy Dust was added later for health and safety reasons. Originally Peter and the Lost Boys could fly unaided, but after several reports of children injuring themselves attempting to fly from their beds, JM Barrie added Fairy Dust as a necessary factor for flying.

St. Paul's Evangelical Lutheran Church, School, and Preschool has a much heavier perspective which is typical of my observations.

* * *

"White people now tan to get darker; and black people wear their hair like white people…We are all confused…Deep down we admire each other, but why can’t we accept it?"
-- Sylvia

Abandonment issues are typically thought of as coming from a bad childhood, but this can happen to teens or adults as well. In this case, Wallace feels abandoned by his peers and his society. His family seems to be healthy. There are ways to work through feelings of abandonment.

Depression can be a mental illness (arising from within) or a mental injury (caused by an outside force). Loneliness causes changes in the brain which increase the risk of mental issues in general, and it is as deadly as smoking. There are many different ways to overcome depression and to support someone through it. Understand how to overcome loneliness, help a lonely friend, and reach out to a lonely stranger.

Bigotry is the rejection and persecution of some group, which causes many problems. Know how to speak and act against bigotry, and wear down your own prejudices.

The "no capes" sign is the same kind of casual cruelty seen in "no indians," and yes, the latter is still around. I saw one myself in local-Rapid City, hence my portrayal of Terramagne-Rapid City.

Prejudice can cause low mood, stress, and loneliness. Sometimes your environment makes you miserable, and you need to leave. Coping skills and emotional regulation can help people deal with such challenges, to a certain extent. There are things you can do to cheer yourself up if you find the state of the world depressing.

Because nothing is ever as simple as it seems, this poem contains some of my happy memories of Rapid City, South Dakota. It had some lovely attractions which I greatly enjoyed exploring. But the racism tainted everything -- it was like biting into a beautiful apple and finding half a worm.

Evans Plunge is the world's largest indoor hot spring. It really is huge. That straight waterslide is sickeningly steep, so don't try it unless you love freefall. The squiggly one is fantastic. I never could brachiate with the rings, but I had fun trying. The water is perfectly warm, and the pool is lined with smooth rocks. Also, it's mineral water, not skin-eating chlorine. Best. Pool. Ever.

Dinosaur Park is a roadside attraction built during one of the times the government was hiring lots of people to make awesome stuff. I know, the dinosaurs (and dimetrodon) are dorky-looking by contemporary standards, but they're antiques so don't diss them. They're scattered along a path, and by the gift shop. We had fun hiking around to see them all and taking pictures of them. If you don't have a camera, there are postcards. Actually, there are postcards of everything in Rapid City.

T-America has a lot more roadside attractions than L-America does; many towns have some fun little tidbit to visit, and tourist towns like Rapid City have a ton of them. One reason for this divergence is T-America's much greater investment in the arts and other public works, but another is they still have advice on how to make a great road trip, which does NOT involve speeding down the interstate as fast as possible. On our epic summer road trips, we used Off the Beaten Path (which has since been revised and updated) and an RV membership as inspiration to find out-of-the-way places.

Reptile Gardens is a gorgeous compound spanning indoor and outdoor exhibits. The dome, visible from a substantial distance, houses a tropical paradise. Yes, they have reptiles roaming around loose in there, so watch your step. All of these are harmless, but you don't want to mash them. I love reptiles, so I adored this stop, even though the heat had me panting in seconds.

When people are struggling to cope, it helps to know the warning signs of real trouble. Regardless of all the advice telling people that they "must" get help, the first step with any problem is trying to solve it yourself. Without that, you become dependent on other people to fix everything for you, and that rarely ends well. If your attempts don't work and you run out of ideas, or the problem reaches emergency level, then seek help if it is available and reliable. Know how to help a friend during a difficult time, what to say and not to say. I was particularly charmed by Barney's use of "I know that feel," which emphasizes understanding a common emotion, without claiming to understand exactly how Wallace feels. Emotions are universal; subjective experiences are unique.

Anxiety and depression can both feel like a wall between yourself and others. For other people, depression feels like nothing. Wallace's low mood isn't as serious as depression yet -- for instance, he still has enough energy to visit three different places without faceplanting into the pavement, and he's not avoiding people -- but that deepening disconnect between him and his home is a grave concern. Wallace is left with the ugly dilemma of either staying and trying to fix Rabid City while it continues to erode his health, or abandoning his home to protect his sanity.

Television Maldives is the public broadcasting system of the Republic of the Maldives.

Upstanders intervene when they see something wrong happening. Know how to interrupt racism, bullying, or other problems. Here are some general tips on social justice. Barney is basically doing the same thing for superpowers.

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Date: 2017-03-13 12:48 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
*nods* There are certain Lutheran churches, along with certain Methodist ones, that fly the rainbow flag; on the West Coast, some even openly. Most Episcopal ones do, but there is a schism going on in the ECUSA; some of the hard-liners don't wanna deal with their weirdo bretheren... :P

I get that bit about depression being a disconnect. Sometimes it hits you when you don't expect it. Sometimes you just wanna get outta town... be with someone awesome from somewhere else.

Even if "somewhere else" is BFE prairie land. ;)

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Date: 2017-03-13 04:34 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
Word. So much. Or all you wanna do is just get out and sit and peoplewatch.

It's a little harder for us (We're multiple, btw) because we really don't have that many friends that get us-and the only ones that do are so freaking far away that they may as well not exist )We're blind as well, which makes it doubly hard, especially since we're fulltime broke college students.)

That said, we try not to let it get to us-but it's hard. Sure we hav each other internally, but there's still nothing like another physical person, ya'know? A lot of people don't get that.


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Date: 2017-03-13 04:46 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
oh, hell yeah, I get that. (And I had figured out you were multiple pretty quick. Hi, and hi!)

That is a really tough situation for you to be in. Much sympathy. And, yes, I get it about touch; I didn't until I fell in love with a massage therapist... took me forty-five years to get that one, but I so get it now.

(How do I best emphasize something to you? If I put stars around something *like this* or underscores _like this_, a sighted person will understand, but I'm not sure how your reader works with those? Does it see italics? Underlines?)

I'm a human factors nut, and have worked with blind people just a little bit before professionally, and have a good but physically distant friend who is blind (and a very good musician), so I'm very curious.

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Date: 2017-03-13 04:54 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
_either_ *one* works. xd We're used to *'s for both emphasis and action, and can usually tell by context, so that works. He.


Touch deprivation is a thing...and we've got that going for us, too. So damn touch deprived, and we feel ashamed for it sometimes too, because we feel like we shouldn't be, but we are. >.> And no, that wasn't the reason we went into massage therapy, but one of the reasons we feel like we can't talk about it in some places is because of that inevitable question, but we'd decided massaging was the thing for us before we were touch deprived, so.

Thank you, the sympathies help. :)

And hi back atcha!

-Fallon and Trausio~

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Date: 2017-03-13 09:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
No, it's mor that we don't get out enough, and one of our friends rarely gives us any touch-affection, and the other one kind of does, but she's not our partner, so. (Nor will she; she's more like a sister and doesn't go that way. Heh) so we really don't have that many people to get needed touch from.

The kittys help immensely, but some days they'r really not enough either, as much as I don't like saying it. Our babies are half the reason we're as mentally well-off as we are, though, trying to keep them fed and cared for aside.

I wish those programs were; I'd find one to volunteer at. I'm somewhat people deprived for the same reason, though going out to say hi to neighbors who might be walking around helps to some degree too. As does this.

As does school, actually, when we're out on campus, which isn't much this quarter.

-Trausio and Fallon~

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-14 01:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
*because a lot of stuff and will answer tomorrow when we're not muzzybrained.*

But things off the top:
no sidewolks; benches are just in front of people's houses. I wish there were a way to revive the tenis courts, but our neighborhood is a condo and run through an HOA, which makes it interesting when/if you want to improve upon some things. Not that it isn't doable, but.

I had actually thought about volunteering at a senior place down the street once licensed (But I have to be first) because I loved working with the elders there, and the five minute chair massage was a quick and dirty touch introduction thing that was really kind of awesome.

Rest of this comes tomorrow when I can sit and link-peruse. xd


Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-14 11:38 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
But you do because of the ways massage has been mishandled (Parlors that provide extras like...er...happy endings that are technically illegal, stuff like that) and so they want to know you won't do that. It also comes with the half-formed belief that a pice of paper/credentials means you are less likely to abuse your power as therapist )Which is a lot, actually, as you probably know from giving workshops) and all that shit.

I agree with you that the expense isn't necessary, but for some it apparently is. I plan to work with a lot of the populations others feel are not worth it: at risk youth if possible, elderly and the disabled. If I could and get away with it, I'd work with the homeless as well, and just set up on some street corner some where, but I'm not sure that would be pheasible or safe.


Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-16 11:18 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
"Not touching children can KILL THEM. We have some very ugly statistics on this."

... yeah like no infant surviving without nurturing touch; do they forget about the 1920 studies that confirmed this? (...this psycology class was an eye opener for nurturing touch, and I'm like...wtf, seriously, woe."

That's all good to know. And yeah, I'm not to keen on the bottom rungs being taken out, but I'vealso been conditioned so much to not question shit for fear of being shot down or yelled/criticized for it, that it's hard for me to work past that shit to change anything. I was also under the mistaken impression that you needed sight to do a lot of the stuff because driving and stuff, but that's not necessarily true, either. It's creativity you need-and I've got that if I can just keep the hotwire down to sparks. xd

Every day this stuff comes up is a day I'm glad I decided to go "Um, oh hey, can I add you? Because you make me think in ways that almost no one else does, and I like it. <3


Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-14 11:13 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] chanter_greenie
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<<Is it something you did on purpose or through carelessness, which had a bad result? That would be your fault. If it's not something you did, or it's something you had no choice in, then it is not your fault.>>

I'm beginning to wonder if this weird demisensual orientation variable isn't my fault. I mean, am I overdoing it somehow, with the inability to engage in forms of touch that go beyond friendly hugs/handshakes (massage is a no go, for instance) without knowing someone? Am I just sabotaging myself, or making stupid excuses, and does my uncertainty about how to seek out more interactions that could eventually lead to healthy touch mean my continued lack of it is my fault?

Not snark; these are genuine questions.

In my experience...

Date: 2017-03-17 01:10 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] johnpalmer
... most people do things the best they can, once you account for everything. Could something inside you be part of the block keeping you from seeking out interactions which lead to healthy touch? Something inside you that's alter-able (forget removing, just, any change possible)?

Sure. I don't see any reason why it's *impossible* for that to be the case. It's not very likely, but sure, what the heck, let's say maybe, so we have something to discuss.

It would seem to me that a good way to find that out is to try to push it in a safe, controlled, consenting, situation, and observe, as best you can, what happens.

Did you get nervous? Could that actually be "excitement", and it's intense, so you think it's nervousness? Did you get physical symptoms? Could you manage them? Did they stay the same, or get a bit better with management, or not? Did you have flashes to bad memories? Can you handle those?

There's all kinds of outcomes that could happen, and what you experienced can help tell you if there's something you can change about yourself.

Now: as I said, even if you found that you were blocking yourself somehow, keep in mind that you had no flipping way to try to fix that until you realized what it was. Most people do the best they can, given the circumstances, and these circumstances include "I had this unknown, but changge-able, thing that was blocking me"

Which means (IMHO) you shouldn't be harsh on yourself if you do realize it's something you can change.

touch deprivation

Date: 2017-05-12 09:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] kengr
One thing that I sticks out in my memory from when I was quite young was mom going "Why are you always *touching* people?!"

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Date: 2017-03-13 08:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Oooh, a blind massage therapist. I would guess that that makes the eyes on your fingertips that much more sensitive?

One is ever curious, especially about that sort of thing... when I was a young lad I read _Follow My Leader_, which is about a boy who is blinded and acquires a guide dog; I spent that summer practicing doing things with my eyes closed, and still have a sharper sense of touch than usual...

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-13 08:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] technoshaman
*chuckles* I still do the same things. If the watering can is metal, and it's spring or summer, you can put your hand on the *outside*, and feel when it gets cold... Inside, a Dixie cup changes sounds as it fills, especially from an aerated faucet.

I do want a *teeny* bit of light at night, because like most cats, I can't function in *total* darkness, and since we *have* cats, I don't want to step on one! but a LOT less than most. A single red LED will do for naviagation; a bright blue one will do for visibility. (I know, you can't see by LED's, I wonder if your vision is somehow polarised?)

One of the other things about living in BFE? STARS.

I wonder if I can navigate by starlight out there. I look forward to trying. I *know* I can navigate by moonlight.

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-13 09:21 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
I think Amashi still is, but I could be wrong there. I heard that a coupl years ago from someone who had been there.

Tgat kind of cool to know about harping, though; I didn't know that.

We've never tried echolocation, but sometimes we can feel our body heat bonce off things like walls and such like and avoid them. WWe haven't done it in hears, though.


Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-14 12:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
You can, and if you're listening close, you can hear the current against a building and know the approximate width of it, alnd then the air blasts you when you walk past it. Ever since we left the blind school, those skills have fallen off because we haven't needed them as much, but they would come back if the need arose I think.

But that is true.

The cane tap can be a sort of echolocation, though, too, I guess; hearing the way it bounces off things if you prefer the tap-tap method, though most people these days use rolling tips that stay on the ground at all times now, so that's not much a thing anymore.

Wooot, thanks for the reference. :)

)Also, I need to find this book; I don't think I've read that yet. It sounds fascinating.


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Date: 2017-03-16 03:56 pm (UTC)
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We're actually one of those who uses a roller tip, especially for outside because we are more tactile out there. Inside might be different. We hardly ever use the cane in the house because we have everying so ingrained by this point that it's not necessary. Sometimes new things (people in places we're not used to; new furnature) will throw us off, but it doesn't take us long to get used to that sort of thing.

As much as we complain of our neighborhood (And it needs serious improvement of the sort that I would need visual assistance with to see what rival associations have/don't have) we like it here. It's quiet, safe, the neighbors are nice and helpful when needed and the metaphysics so far as warding and shielding go are superbly integrated. I don't know Who/What was here before we were (Not including our renters who were horrid, apparently) but they did one helluva thing/working, whatever because damn.

I just wish it were more walkable.


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Date: 2017-03-13 09:18 pm (UTC)
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Read Steve Rian and his Guide Dogs; it takes the view of someone raising them, and is pretty much accurate, including the frustrations felt by children rraising them. I don't know if the first one would negate further raising, but other than that that is the only descrepency we can see.

And while it does, it makes learning anatomy from pictures and the like that much more challenging, especially with no body model (They had plastic parts, but not a full moddle with everything intact) to go from. It does make it easier to find the tightness and work it loose, though.

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-14 01:44 am (UTC)
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RThey had skeleton models, and they have smaller models of some of the interlal organs )A heart model and an eye one, for instance) but not a body model. Wd did palpate each other in some classes (kinesiology, for one) but there weren't that many opertunities inside class, and it's still kind of awkward for me to go up to a total stranger and go "Hey, I'm a massage student, Can I touch you to see where your shoulder muscles are?" ... to me that's just weird (For Jay, the other one in the classes, it's even more weird. Due partially to how he was brought up, and his own issues with touch and being touched.)

I am actually keeping an eye on 3D printers, and am this close to asking someone at my old workplace (They have one) to see if they wouldn't moind printing me out a 3d of the kabal (Never can spell that word) tree of life because it's confusing to us. We know the spheres, we know they branch off, but the triangles and all that are what confuse us; how is it laid out, where are they in relation to each other? And the word pictures )Written out descriptions) aren't done well enough to get it to compute in our brains. >.>

(Not even in Jay's )A fronte yall've not seen yet) and he's pretty much the mos space+body aware one we've got right now.

But...yeah better thing with that would be awesome, even if it's just a 2D trace so we can get a handle on it.


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Date: 2017-03-14 11:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
See, in class or workshops, it's a bit different, because that's what you're there for, but a student said that I should go up to someone and ak to palpate them just like off the street, and that's just awkward and weeeiiirrrddd o.o

Thankfully in class, they demoed techniques on me for the most part, then took the time to have people come in outside the class time to be demonstration models, and it helped immensely.

*keeps comment*...I need to put ink on my list of things to buy when the bio-mother is in town along with puff paint or Elmer's glue. She's pretty good at tracing things out, so she might be able to do this.

Now I begin to wish I had the funds to have someone braille a terot deck. I have the links and resources, but not the fundage. Which seems to be the running theme with us right now. He.


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Date: 2017-03-14 11:04 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] chanter_greenie
Pardon what might be threadjacking, but I'm another blind reader. Screenreader settings may vary, but mine will automatically read *emphasis* where it won't catch _emphasis_ without me specifically looking for it. As a point of interest, I'm also used to seeing **s used as both emphasis and as signifiers surrounding interactions. *waves hand, textually, in demonstration*

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Date: 2017-03-14 12:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Good to know!

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-13 09:25 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
That's it. We can sometimes feel (Almost physically) when one of us is sort of 'outside the body' and draps an arm around the shoulders, or when we...ur...do certain things adults do (Some of us are each others' partners, you see. SO yeah, you're right there.

More right, actually the more we both think about it. And we never really thought about it that way, but it's true from that.

-Fallon and Trausio~

Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-14 11:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
We can...and do that sometimes, but it's still a work in progress...it doesn't help that the body's a virgin in some respects...


It works when we've done it though. *smirk* It's just...keeping it working. He.


Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-13 10:13 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
Also, yea tackparks. :dddd Now I wish this world had those. :)


Re: Thoughts

Date: 2017-03-13 08:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] technoshaman
I'm still bemused by the totally serious "All Are Welcome" sign stuck on a Catholic church. :D

I'd believe it - especially if accompanied by rainbowage - out here on the West Coast, or in larger cities. There is a schism going on between American Catholics and the middle to upper level hierarchy on all manner of progressive issues. Some of them the current papacy are for; some of them, against.

Pass the popcorn.

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Date: 2017-03-14 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clockworklady.livejournal.com

Even without a happy ending, an interlude can be enough.


Date: 2017-03-15 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com
I'm glad that works for you.

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Date: 2017-03-15 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] johnpalmer.livejournal.com
Hm. Re the line about "telling people they must get help"... that's such an interesting thing. A lot of problems need both self-work, and some coaching/guidance.

This is one of the reasons I like to talk about "models". No model is ever perfect, but many are useful, if used properly. Like, yes, try to fix it yourself is a great model, and so is "you need help (to help you fix it yourself, or, because it's too big to fix yourself)" is also a good model. The question is finding what model works best in any given situation.


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