Eyes sense the always
Seer of Souls bathed in light
Night is their daydream
© j.kiley 16
LET’S CELEBRATE BASTILLE DAY 14TH JULY
The Storming of the Bastille occurred in Paris, France, on the afternoon of 14 July 1789. The medieval fortress and prison in Paris known as the Bastille represented royal authority in the centre of Paris. The prison contained just seven inmates at the time of its storming but was a symbol of the abuse of the monarchy: its fall was the flashpoint of the French Revolution. It was during the rule of Louis XVI.
In France, Le quatorze juillet (14 July) is a public holiday, usually called Bastille Day in English.
Viva la Revolution
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Happy 14th July – Bastille Day Birthday to our wonderful baby female kitten Eliot – only kitten born in a litter to Garbo – she was unable to be spayed due to health reasons & she was the Houdini of feline escape artists – even jumped off a balcony, Garbo lived Forever for her. Eliot lived to be 21 years. I forgot to mention – Eliot was born our one eyed princess. She was perfect. Cheers to you Eliot on Bastille Day & your Birthday. You will always be remembered. You were & are always going to be Special. – j.kiley ps. Your other Mom Shawn sends her love always.
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So I Needed To Talk
I left a voice mail for this case worker who I had been talking to since my therapist had surgery. Needing a therapist is essential to me. So I needed to talk. I didn’t realize every word I spoke was being mis-evaluated, mis- interpreted and used against me in the future, when it shouldn’t have even been on this person’s radar to be recording or remembering what I was saying. It was the ravings and rantings of an addicted client in need of her therapy fix.[ I do exaggerate in this instance].
This person suddenly brought up the need to write up my Treatment Plan. I always do that with my therapist, and only with my therapist. But she countered with the time restrictions and urgency. Bullsh*t. Well, she wrote my plan. Wanted me to sign and return it, but gave me the alternative that we speak about it at the date and time written below. I fretted over what to do. The Treatment Plan was so f’d up and contrary to what I am even close to needing or wanting to work on in therapy. A complete misinterpretation of who I am and what I stand for and an insult to my sensibilities. I have a better idea of what I need and I thought I was getting across to her in our talks what I was about. She missed the path and heard the need I was projecting, the strong need I had for my therapist. She saw herself as a stand-in. I now see speaking with her as a huge mistake. I wish now I never uttered a word to her.
She looks like Chloe Sevigny. A trusting face. I thought I could trust her. My therapist suggested I talk to her every few weeks, but not to trust any of the other therapists. Reason, they would not get me. Danger Zone. I may just be having an overreaction but my partner was impressed with what I wrote below and left as a voice-mail on the case worker’s machine. I was polite enough to thank her. Taught well as a kid in the realm, ‘we have our ways of making you obey.’ I feel a weight has been lifted and my therapist will be proud of me, doing something I see and I think she will see as bold, brave, and gutsy. I don’t do confrontation well.
It is best not to let those who are there to ‘help’ think in their minds, they are better than you b/c you are the one ‘needing’ to see the therapist, I must need them & can’t do without, therefore I conclude, their thoughts fall into the category as a stigma-tizer. And no one is going to stigmatize me b/c my brain decided to be different. It has its own special ways of reacting. Also, I didn’t choose my childhood, filled with things that should never happen to anyone, especially not to a child. Like Humpty, I fell off of every wall that existed but technically, I was pushed. There was no teetering. They were all direct hits from the long hand of the maternal parental warden and the paternal and fraternal members and extensions, who decided torturing my childhood was their game of thrones. They were royalty and I was Cinderella, Sybill [except I am Bipolar, not the mis-diagnosis I received of MPD/DID], and Carrie w/ the wacky mother. So when the therapeutic community tries to push you into a prescribed method of healing & behavioral development, I tell them to go f off. I just want my therapist. – maggie the cat 09.03.15
Below is the Voice-mail of my Fear turned into Courage
I AM CANCELING Appt. Friday 4th Sept. @1:30pm
In the past months I’ve spoken to you while under duress. When the Treatment Plan came up I was told it had to be completed and signed by a specific date or time. Not ACCEPTABLE. Left message with Dr. M. that the pressure of dealing with Treatment Plan without my therapist is bad for my health – causing Panic Attacks. Feeling pressure to talk w/ someone not a therapist, not my therapist, has been difficult. But to share with them what I want my treatment to be without my therapist involved is one step too close to my line of confidentiality. I rewrote the Treatment Plan I received b/c I felt it did not reflect what I need from therapy. I felt it was 90% wrong. It missed completely what my therapy needs are now. When I talked with you I felt too vulnerable so what came out would have been meant for D [my therapist].
She is away. Not b/c she wants to be. When she returns we will work out together where we need to start our work together again. A great deal has changed since her surgery and treatment. It has changed for both of us. Something I need to discuss with D. Until I show her what I wrote as my treatment plan and we work on what it should ultimately say, I will not be signing anything with which I am in strong disagreement. I am canceling any further talks with you. I feel it is counterproductive at the present time. When D returns, we will designate what I need to work on and what she feels are best for my life as it is in the present. At that time we will make my Treatment Plan together, D & I. And only then, not before, will I sign my Treatment Plan.
In Memoriam: Sanji Gupta – The Maharajah
Once upon a time, I was up late at night and from outside the window I heard small meows. I followed the sound from the back of the house to the front. Went out onto the front porch and from around the corner edge of the house a wee long haired black kitten poked his head. He looked frightened. I reassured him he had arrived at a home of safety.
He approached the porch and jumped aboard. Once my hand touched him, he was won over to me and I to him. He rubbed against my leg and I continued to pet him. I told him to stay here and I would be right back.
I went inside and woke Shawn to tell her there was a kitten in need of a home. Would it be alright to bring him in. She got out of bed, followed me to the front door, and we both joined the sweet kitten on the porch. Inviting him in, we fed him and groomed him. Shawn did the grooming and I supplied the endless amount of food his body needed to consume.
Back then my name was marge but I changed it to Jennifer. And the wee black kitten grew into the name of Sanji Gupta. He did fall asleep in Shawn’s arms and he claimed her as his human. She was his new mom and I was his other mom.
Since the summer of 1999 until July 1st 2015, Sanji Gupta, the Maharajah, lived a happy and secure life with lots of companions of various species. He even had special Lady friends he was very close to, especially Ellie and Gatsby.
He held the honor of being surrogate father to Carter, Poe, and Parker, Gatsby’s baby kittens. She was a cast away we took in, unknown to us her pregnancy. We kept her children and today they miss their Pop.We all miss Sanji. He was a very important figure in our family. Now he is flying high and has joined his brothers and sisters who came before and have all gone on ahead. Love you Sanji Gupta, your other Mom ❤
Neil Gaiman’s “The Price”
“Wanderers and vagabonds have brands that are on the walls, trees and doors to inform of his ilk a little about the people who live in the houses and farms as they go on their travels. I think cats must leave similar signs. How else explain what the cats that appear on our door during the year, hungry, infested with fleas and abandoned? ”
A short animation based on the story by Neil Gaiman “The Price”, published in “Smoke and Mirrors”.