Thursday, September 19, 2013

Toeing the Line . . .Workin' for da Man

Yep.  I'm now a governmental employee with great benefits. I've always worked in the private or non-profit sector, this is my first experience in a public entity, and it's a whole different world.  I'm used to making my own decisions, running my own department and gettin' it done.  Now, I have to ask for permission, fill out a form, and go through the proper chain of command.  I don't know how many times I've heard "ask your supervisor" over this first week.  It's a large organization, I understand there has to be rules & regulations and policies & procedures when dealing with that many employees and departments, and I'm willing to try.

While I loved the flexibility and autonomy of my previous positions, they also lacked clear direction and boundaries.  I think this is my chance to grow.  Sarcasm, whimsy, eclecticism is part of my persona, but maybe it's limited me professionally.  I know my mouth has gotten me in trouble over the years and I've often said things off the cuff.  I'm ready to move beyond that.  There is a place for me in this government world without giving up my "me-ness".  I'm leaving the funny signs at home and going with office décor that still shows my personality.  I'm dressing a little nicer but still in my unique style.  While I love to throw my pajamas or lounge wear on as soon as I get home, I've always loved to dress up too.  I feel confident and optimistic as I start this new endeavor.  Sure, it will take some getting used to not lone-wolfing it but I will learn my role in this organization and thrive within it. 

But for my blog, well eff that, I'll say whatever the eff I want.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

OMG! I totally have OCD. I clean, like all the time.

Uh huh, yeah.  That's totally OCD  . . . . having to have your desk straightened or your refrigerator spotless. If only you knew.  I know people just mean it jokingly and say things like that off-handedly, but I cringe inside when I hear it.  I've been plagued with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder since I was about 7 years old.  It's not as fun as it sounds.  I'm what is sometimes referred to as a pure "O", I obsess, but I don't really have compulsive behaviors though I do have some physical tics. When I was little, I would rub together my fingers and toes until they were callused, just thinking about it now makes me do it.  The most noticeable of my tics was when I would feel like my neck or shoulders needed "stretched" is the only I can describe it, but this right about the time the movie E.T. came out and other kids said I looked like him.  Blinking a lot was another of my nervous tics that kids would notice or make fun of.  I still do this, and sniffle, when I'm stressed or anxious.  OCD and Tourette's Syndrome are related disorders on the same spectrum.  I'm just thankful that I didn't have more outwardly obvious signs such as yelling out or making guttural noises as people with Tourette's sometimes do.

As I got older my OCD became more mentally difficult.  I would repeat things constantly in my head, saying imaginary conversations until French, then Sign Language, then Spanish.  Meaningless conversations that I would never have but for some reason I "had" to repeat them over in my head until they were "perfect", whatever that was.  My mind would race at night and I would have difficulty shutting it off so I could sleep.  Going to new places was very difficult for me, I had so much anxiety over would I find the right place, would I get there on time, would people watch me come in.  What if I tripped?  What if I said something really odd?  I would check, and double check, and triple check the time I needed to be there, and the address where I was going.  When I was driving, I would worry that I would intentionally run someone over and I wouldn't be able to control myself from doing something awful.  This is actually very common for someone with OCD, the fear that you'll harm someone.  For some people, this is related to their compulsions.  They "have to" touch something a certain number of times, for example, or bad things will happen to their loved ones. 

I've been on Zoloft for many years and it's what keeps me sane and functioning.  Sometimes I'll try to go off it to see if I can, or I don't have insurance or can't afford it at the moment and I realize it's something I truly need.  It's not a crutch, nor a mask to avoid facing my problems.  I have no shame that I need medication to keep me functioning.  Shameful is having a fixable problem and refusing to help yourself, whether that be counseling, medication, nutrition, meditation, etc.  Not all people with OCD need or respond to medication, Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) has been shown to work very well.  Not all people with depression need medication either, there are situational stressors or times of grief that may not be appropriate to treat this way.  But I'm talking about me and only for me. Just, please, next time when you joke about "your OCD" think about what it really involves.

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Last Days of Freedom

It's been a glorious summer at the coast, almost like being on a 3 month vacation.  Other than job hunting I was free to cavort on the beach, hang out at the pool and discover my new area. I hadn't had a summer off since early high school.  No job, no real responsibilities, just hangin' wit' ma homies.  Well, except my homies this time were a dog and cat.  Melody and Ursula hadn't moved over to the coast yet, and Prince Eric and Sebastian went off to work everyday so Flounder and I did a lot of bonding . . . when he wasn't scratching his fleas.

But, now summer is over.  Melody is back and Ursula is all moved into her new place.  And, I'M STARTING  A NEW JOB!!!  Finally, after several applications and interviews, I landed a job for the county, doing outreach and enrollment for state health programs.  Pays well, insurance benefits after 1 full month, 401k contributions and it uses my degree and experience. 

Sebastian heads back to college in a few weeks and tomorrow Melody starts 10th grade at her new school, a small K-12 charter school of 220 kids 35 miles away.  According to just about everyone, the high school we are zoned for is rampant with drugs and gangs.  Not what I expected in a fairly small coastal region.  Hopefully, this other option will work out well.

The crisper air is moving in, the days are becoming shorter and the tourists are heading back to their normal routines.  The whales are heading back to their warmer homes in Mexico and we are settling in to our new lives as locals.  Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' . . . .