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Coloring is an activity NOT an accomplishment unless conformity is your goal.
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This article makes me feel slightly less silly about my personal therapy. (I love Zentangle, too.)
http://qz.com/437793/coloring-is-now-a-normal-adult-activity/
Maybe its looking at the spun silk after thinking about colouring, but aren't a lot of crafts and skills 'grown up' colouring? I'm thinking of needle crafts in particular, with desertslave's glorious silk in mind.
In fact, that also makes me wonder. We have a lot of time freed up by time saving devices and modern lifestyles yet still have 'no time' ( smaller households, fewer domestic staff, changed expectations in work /life balance). I wonder how often ladies in the past whose lives did not include chores and toil were embroidering with silk but and 'colouring' with their threads for clarity of mind.
I love coloring. I think we are all kids deep inside and a lot of the work we need to do is from there.
I just bought my mom (who's 77 and battling cancer) a couple of grown-up coloring books. I've been coloring for 20+ years (on the other side of age 25) and she was as excited as a school girl when she saw the ones that are landscapes with positive, uplifting quotes on the opposite pages. (Also included is a fresh box of Crayola 64's) = FREE THERAPY!
Maybe its looking at the spun silk after thinking about colouring, but aren't a lot of crafts and skills 'grown up' colouring? I'm thinking of needle crafts in particular, with desertslave's glorious silk in mind.
In fact, that also makes me wonder. We have a lot of time freed up by time saving devices and modern lifestyles yet still have 'no time' ( smaller households, fewer domestic staff, changed expectations in work /life balance). I wonder how often ladies in the past whose lives did not include chores and toil were embroidering with silk but and 'colouring' with their threads for clarity of mind.
People like to say they have no time, but then somehow make time for TV and stuff. We all make time for what is important to us.
Coloring is great.
I just bought my mom (who's 77 and battling cancer) a couple of grown-up coloring books. I've been coloring for 20+ years (on the other side of age 25) and she was as excited as a school girl when she saw the ones that are landscapes with positive, uplifting quotes on the opposite pages. (Also included is a fresh box of Crayola 64's) = FREE THERAPY!
Someone in my family is having a breakdown.
They are alone in a different country and says they cannot come to us because our furniture ( the inherited stuff) upsets them too much and they cannot sleep. We even offered to have them share our bedroom for a while but the furniture 'fetishisisation' association with grief ( almost twenty year old grief and lived with the furniture on an off for some of those years...and was not taken from the person, we have offered choices back).
We don't know what to do. G cannot go to the person because of upcoming work commitments. I cannot go because of other practical but very real restrictions. They have therapist ( of what type I do not know) but it feel things have been getting considerably worse over the year with this person, not better. For example, the furniture thing is new, ( has spent a few months every year in one of several houses with some of this furniture in it now says can go no where with the furniture ) and cannot tell any one but G and I how bad things are again.
They are, and apparently therapist too, rejecting idea of medication.
Its very, very upsetting to g and I that we can't go and help, but also I feel frustratedwned even a bit cross: which I know is heinous, that I cannot shake the relative and get them to break the cycle somehow with medication or something. Last night on FaceTime during a conversation I found quite manipulatively pitiful I told them I thought it was hurtful and self absorbed in some of what was being said in the fog of fear and depression ( apart from this I was very supportive) and the tears dried up Immediately and it the was an angry snap at me because I was not being wholly supportive. though apologies were quickly forthcoming, I didn't want them.....I think the snap was very real and the anger is and those emotions are probably something that should be being considered.
I dislike not being able to do something. I for saw this when this person was a teenager and its one of those times you hate to be right.
Someone in my family is having a breakdown.
They are alone in a different country and says they cannot come to us because our furniture ( the inherited stuff) upsets them too much and they cannot sleep. We even offered to have them share our bedroom for a while but the furniture 'fetishisisation' association with grief ( almost twenty year old grief and lived with the furniture on an off for some of those years...and was not taken from the person, we have offered choices back).
We don't know what to do. G cannot go to the person because of upcoming work commitments. I cannot go because of other practical but very real restrictions. They have therapist ( of what type I do not know) but it feel things have been getting considerably worse over the year with this person, not better. For example, the furniture thing is new, ( has spent a few months every year in one of several houses with some of this furniture in it now says can go no where with the furniture ) and cannot tell any one but G and I how bad things are again.
They are, and apparently therapist too, rejecting idea of medication.
Its very, very upsetting to g and I that we can't go and help, but also I feel frustratedwned even a bit cross: which I know is heinous, that I cannot shake the relative and get them to break the cycle somehow with medication or something. Last night on FaceTime during a conversation I found quite manipulatively pitiful I told them I thought it was hurtful and self absorbed in some of what was being said in the fog of fear and depression ( apart from this I was very supportive) and the tears dried up Immediately and it the was an angry snap at me because I was not being wholly supportive. though apologies were quickly forthcoming, I didn't want them.....I think the snap was very real and the anger is and those emotions are probably something that should be being considered.
I dislike not being able to do something. I for saw this when this person was a teenager and its one of those times you hate to be right.
i feel that lack of understanding leads to the label mental illness being given out too freely ,my doctor diagnosed me as mentally ill because i cross dress so i changed my doctor for a more enlightened one .So, on a recent thread about what a PYL needs from a pyl lack of mental illness was mentioned.
Mental illness is often mentioned to explain (erroneously, IMO,) why people are into fringe behavior such as BDSM.
How do you feel about mental illness which, btw, seems rampant in Western Society today?
As someone with an Adult ADHD with depression child it breaks my heart to see the struggles she goes through every day. She is quite the warrior fighting battles by the score. OTOH, while not comfortable, having a Dr. Who brain can be quite miraculous in some ways.
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i feel that lack of understanding leads to the label mental illness being given out too freely ,my doctor diagnosed me as mentally ill because i cross dress so i changed my doctor for a more enlightened one .
I wasn't aware of AD(H)D being on the autism spectrum, either. It doesn't quite fit the general group of symptoms. Nobody as ever confused me for an Asperger's-type, that's for sure. If anything, I used to be the opposite...a little too outgoing, sensitive and seriously lacking an inner censor. (I used to call it "blurt syndrome.) I had to teach myself (with help from others) how to be thoughtful about what I wanted to say and how to say it. Sometimes it's mentally tiring, so I just hush up and stay on the sidelines. Or bring something along to hold my attention.
Some time earlier this evening I suddenly realized that I was feeling what loosely passes for 'normal' for me. No racing thoughts, no anxiety, no darkness. I was driving down the road, listening to good music, and watching a distant thunderstorm as I headed west. I'm not going to poke at it too much, I don't want to scare it away. But it sure is nice.
Some time earlier this evening I suddenly realized that I was feeling what loosely passes for 'normal' for me. No racing thoughts, no anxiety, no darkness. I was driving down the road, listening to good music, and watching a distant thunderstorm as I headed west. I'm not going to poke at it too much, I don't want to scare it away. But it sure is nice.