I think I forgot to mention the seven weeks of trauma informed yoga classes I was doing that finished Monday before last. It was mostly weird and uncomfortable because groups. I am not about group settings.
While I am not sure I learned much yoga, I learned a bit about my trauma triggers - more by having an irrational fear response to someone else in the group rather than by learning to listen to my body - so I guess it counts as a win of some sort.
And completely inappropriately, once the guy who spooked me stopped turning up, I started noticing one of the other guy was distractingly attractive. He looked like a less fit cross between Cassim from the Aladdin sequel and Instagram's Plant slant guy. And I was possibly using a greying hair distraction to avoid putting the mental effort that I was supposed to into 'listening to my body'.
The whole opening myself up to my trauma part of therapy doesn’t agree with me. It may be why I get therapy hangover but no sign at all of any positive effects.
On Thursday I had dinner with David, Simon and Joe to celebrate Simon and Joe having returned from foreignistan. They were pretty out of it with timezone hopping and lack of sleep, but it was mostly pretty nice.
Otherwise, what with getting older and the approach of Christmas I have seen too much of my family so my sister is grating my nerves. Her utter lack of self awareness while constantly criticising people for imagined faults is exhausting. That and her self-righteousness about things she knows nothing about and arguing inane points from a position of complete ignorance but still being completely convinced that she is beyond correction.
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