Tagged: Therapist


Running Against Dysphoria

And I thought, I considered, when has this occurred before?  Now, if I become dysphoric and hate on myself and form a very altered version of reality and it lasts for five days with me being unable to do anything but lay on the couch, Maus wants to take me to the crisis center.  Five days!  That’s nothing compared to the state I found myself in for two and a half years.  I’ve written about it before.


Borderline Pursuits

My ideas are worth something. I want to do some tutorials on electricity and programming, partially because I want to build an augmented reality system for myself (and potential future fursuits). I also want to make a new fursuit, this time of myself. In terms of programming, I though it’d be kind of cool if I could make some kind of game engine editor thing, even if it was only for me and Maus to use. Another thing I thought would be interesting to build is an AI/Robot thing.  I always dream of creating a furry robot that could be my friend. What do you think?


Just A Furry, In A Grocery Store

Can Asher make friends, or is he destined to befriend druggie-sluts who never invite them to their toga parties? Did Isaac Homebrew bring home the right pizza, or was he stuck in clean up in the coffee aisle? Do the Golden Girls live on, and whatever happened to Rocket Raccoon? That and more!


Coffee and Strangeness

Maus made a post once on Facebook, at least I believe it was him, which he claimed captured me perfectly. He was right, it was the image of a coffee and on it the words appeared, paraphrased, “I don’t really have a plan every day, just coffee and strangeness my friend, coffee and strangeness.”


Gotta Choose, Nothing To Lose

I’ve decided that one thing I can work on is this blog. Here’s the deal, I have to keep myself busy. I’m not allowed to “not do anything” anymore, so, I’m going to need some projects or activities to keep me busy. There have been times in the past when I’ve kept up this blog to a pretty good degree, and it was kind of fun.


Should’ve Been

When I was living in Granby, right after I had to leave CU in Boulder, I saw a therapist every week named Dr. Whitefeather. She had a doctorate in organizational psychology. She was an amazing person. She was special. She rode motorcycles, worked in the phone company, had tattoos, worked at a phone bank, native american, etc. She was just a very varied person, perfect for me. One of the things we talked about early on was the “should’ve beens”. For instance, I “should’ve” gone to college, but I didn’t.