after the shelter

Found this book, After the Shelter by Brenda Reeves Sturgis, at work today.
its about a kid and their mom moving from a shelter into an apartment. its really cute, and I wish i had something like this as a baby child, because i never saw other kids when I was homeless, and it felt really isolating to be a kid and be homeless, especially since i knew people looked down on you for it. 
It also mentions things like being excited to choose what to eat, and what to watch on tv. its very cute. 

misc thoughts

 1. it is SOOOO loud at work today. our library is going through renovations and its soooo loud and usually this is place you have to be QUIET! its a big change. 
2. talked about some stuff in therapy today, mainly about how our inner "parent" keeps our inner "child" on too short of a leash, and how its making it hard to do anything. our littles cried a little bit about how our inner parent makes things less fun, and they WANT to help out, but it feels like noone trusts them.
3. OUCH migraine. we are out of our medication for a few days, and this construction! is not! helping!! ouch ouch ouch!

guide for skeptic headmates

writing up some sort of guide for us when we "forget" about the whole being a system thing, or cant believe it.
things to include so far are important experiences of us realizing we are plural (from our old journals), common experiences we have had that led to the conclusion, stuff our friends and loved ones have told us, and then some sort of FAQ. 
questions:
Are we like, officially diagnosed?
Who knows about this?
how long have we known, and how long has this been going on?
does this mean we experiences something bad?
what happened (in the simplest of terms)

this is something we are putting in a journal which doesnt have a name yet, but the plan is for it to essentially be an external, shared memory bank/ maintenance log/ how to guides for the care and keeping of the body. 

my feelings exactly, george

 What an age! Every one is dying, everything is dying, and the earth is dying also, eaten up by the sun and wind. I dont know where i get the courage to keep living on in the midst of these ruins. Let us love each other to the end.
-George Sand, 1870

random

considering the whole "introducing the system members" thing. some of us feel very strongly negatively about it, some feel positively about it, and others just dont care about blogging. what to do, what to do...