Celebrate a new year of beginnings and endings

Anniversaries: 2019 Year in Review and Looking Forward to 2020

Gratitude

First, thanks to all my guests for continuing to visit Untangled Connections in spite of challenges that made posting regularly difficult.

I appreciate all of you and your contributions towards keeping this website and blog safe for any guests who visit anonymously.

And thank you for keeping my identity safe too as I shared more and more of myself with you all.

Recovery Cycles and Transitions

Back when I started this blog in 2014, I referenced a book called Trauma and Recovery by Judith Herman. It was a pivotal resource in my recovery shared with me just after I started graduate school in 2006-2007. The book was updated in 2015, but original concepts remain the same.

Ms. Herman’s concepts about recovery and healing as a cyclical journey that often overlaps remain the cornerstones of my healing process. What I call “survival mode”, she refers to as “establishing safety” or part 1 in the recovery process. Part 2 (Remembrance and Mourning) and Part 3 (Reconnection) are concepts I didn’t really understand back then, but kept in the back of my mind.

I didn’t have much hope back then. And dreaming that my life might not be dominated by the past was too scary.

Parts 2 and 3: What to Write?

Recovery Part 2: Remembrance and Mourning began with Untangled Connections in 2014 even though I didn’t realize it then. I started sharing my story with the hope of helping others in similar positions in spite of my overriding fear of talking about the past. If you’ve been reading these posts for a while, you might remember that I’ve gone back and forth between Recovery Part 1 and Part 2; often working through challenges in both cycles at the same time.

2018/2019 began my entry into Part 3: Reconnection as I shared some of the most painful secrets that kept me apart from my family of origin all these years here.

That sharing of secrets made me feel extremely vulnerable as I juggled what to write here and how to cope with family of origin re-entering my life. Then work got busy with many new challenges, and I started working on case studies for aromatherapy certification. All the while, I struggled with pain management as the body memories got worse in some ways and better in others. What worked before didn’t work anymore, and I spent a lot of time experimenting with different kinds of alternative medicine and coping techniques to find strategies that did help.

In spite of all that, I felt (and continue to feel) happy, loving, grateful, full of laughter about my life. So how could I write about that here and make it relevant or meaningful? You could say I felt scared and vulnerable to the point where ideas dried up. You could say I wasn’t sure if the changes in my recovery and stories I had to share adhered to the values and themes of this blog. You could also say that I was scared about what to write and how to approach certain topics when I knew family members, friends, and connections would be reading these posts.

As much as I wanted to keep up my usual routine, it got to be too overwhelming. I couldn’t keep up with balancing self care, family re-integration, work, and this blog. So I reduced the volunteer work and blogging to increase self care and work on my family relationships.

Changes in 2020 – Rebranding, New Readers, and Scent Reflections

First, I’ve “come out” to my parents and certain other family members about having alter personalities and many struggles associated with my past. My parents accepted the truth with respect and asked to learn more about those experiences. I decided to share Untangled Connections with them in 2020 and also my favorite book about alter personalities: Amongst Ourselves by Tracy Alderman to learn more about Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Second, Untangled Connections has some limitations in order to stay safe and anonymous. That means I can’t sell products, offer consulting services, or offer educational tools that answer guest questions in depth to help pay for all the work and expenses that go into creating Untangled Connections. For example: more posts about starting a blog, creating a website using WordPress or similar products, and writing.

That brings me to the third and final change: re-branding Untangled Connections as part of my small business Scent Reflections: Trauma-informed, integrated healing support through aromatherapy.

Scent Reflections is still in development even though all the paperwork is in place. I’m working on an aromatherapy product line to help with panic attacks and pain relief that is portable, discreet, and affordable. My goal is to open for business next summer in 2020.

Between then and now, I plan to start posting information about:

  • aromatherapy, essential oils, and herbs
    • How they support health and wellness goals in every day life
    • Recipes for DIY blends
    • How to integrate these concepts and techniques into existing coping techniques and strategies
  • Different kinds of sensory grounding strategies
    • Expand on the self protection series from earlier this year
    • Share meditation techniques
    • Offer more affirmations and quotes
  • Share writing, blogging, and website development tips

As for Untangled Connections, you may see some changes to the theme colors and and the Scent Reflections logo added on different pages. I will continue posting about the usual topics here too. What I post on Scent Reflections is relevant here, but not everything here is relevant to Scent Reflections. So I’ll be re-posting some Scent Reflections articles here too.

Finally, I will be creating some “business” social media accounts for Scent Reflections that include sections for Untangled Connections too. It’s going to be a lot of work on top of my regular job and life, but definitely worth the effort.

Thank you in advance for being patient with me as these changes roll out. I invite you all to visit Scent Reflections and learn more about my work there in your own time. The first post will go out a week from today.

Thanks for reading

Halloween Fears or Autumn Fun? Leaves, pumpkins, apples, hay rides

Anniversaries: Halloween Fright = Autumn Fun?

Disclaimer: this is a place of learning, safety, and hope. Take what you want from the post and forget the rest. Maybe this will help you. Maybe it won’t.

My Favorite Month and Season

October is my favorite month for many reasons – not including it being my birthday month.

The leaves start changing color. The air cools down and smells crisp. Apples are in season. Love fresh apple cider – cold or hot with cinnamon – as an autumn treat. Soups and stews are back. Pumpkins. Hay rides. Fall festivals. All that and more.

Autum is my favorite season because it reminds me of home and hearth. Safety and refuge. In summer, there was nothing to break up training or life with the cult except taekwondo. In Autumn, school started. 8+ hours of my day in a place I get to listen and learn – and yes those were my favorite activities.

But it’s also the beginning of my “bad season” when symptoms get worse. Read on to learn why…

The Dark Side

School was full of bullies and feeling outcast. At first, it wasn’t my peers bullying and harassing me. It was the school’s vice president and some of the other teachers. Later on, some of the “class favorites” (mostly girls my age) continued with the bullying and gossiping whispers in class. The boys and other kind of bullies left me alone when they realized I wasn’t an easy target to push around physically.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it. For the first 3 years at school (kindergarten – 2nd grade), I never got away from the monsters. School principal was one of them. It’s also part of the reason why the vice principal didn’t like me or any of the principal’s other favorites. But she only picked on me (reasons listed below)

School – torture outside of learning

From kindergarten until 5th grade I was the only Asian student to go through the entire school. Other Asian kids enrolled after me, but not before or during my time there. The vice principle (also my fifth grade home room teacher) did not like me on site. Once she told me in private it was because I represented everything she hated – pretty, short, Chinese, smart – and that I wouldn’t get any “special treatment” while at this school.

The other girls didn’t like me for a variety of reasons. Part of it was my fault though. I didn’t fit in with them, share any similar interests, or try to fit in in any way. Plus, the dissociation started early and led lots of people to think I was a liar and kind of ditzy because I couldn’t remember what was going on as it happened. Nor did I “dress like a cool girl”.

So you get the idea, right? A bookworm, nerdy, quiet, nice girl who seems kind of shy, dresses funny, whose costumes get made fun of by lots of people, and hates attracting attention because it usually leads to shame or humiliation is an easy target for bullies at school.

Bees and Other Weird Things

Oh and even back then, odd things happened to me. Once, between third and fifth grade I think, our windows were open on a hot afternoon. The bees were buzzing in and out everywhere trying to get some shade. We were required to participate in class, so I raised my hand. I knew (or thought I did) the answer or maybe had a question. But I was distracted by the breeze and tickling sensations on the palm of my hand.

My attention was on the chalkboard, and I focused so hard on the answer that I didn’t notice when the teacher and rest of class went silent. They were all staring at me, and I didn’t understand why. Not until the teacher asked me to look up at my raised hand. She and many of my classmates were afraid of bees; some might have been allergic too.

And none of them had ever seen bees playing with a human and not stinging them. Yet that’s what the 3 bumblebees and 1 yellowjacket were doing. They were grazing my hand to get my attention. Sat quietly on my palm as my hand closed over them once or twice in reflex. Let me brush my fingers against their (bumblebee) soft body fuzz. As soon as I looked up and acknowledged them; then spoke a quiet response; they left back out the windows and were not seen again.

It wasn’t the first time I had been surrounded by insects or had them leap on to my legs/arms/body during outside gym and recess classes. But it was the first time to happen in doors. And also something to make my class mates not want anything to do with me.

But the biggest reason the girls especially didn’t like me was because I refused to use the bathrooms during break time after kindergarten. I would drink the minimum necessary to stay hydrated in school and hold my bladder until I got home. Or if I was taken out of school early, hold it until I arrived at the next location.

The girls all thought I was stuck up and too good for the school bathrooms. No one ever asked me why – or if they did I probably refused to answer back then – that I can remember.

I never used the bathrooms (girls or boys) because that’s where the school principal and his cronies liked to take their favorite students for “special classes”. Every time I used the bathroom someone was waiting for me. It got me a reputation for being late. And made me paranoid about using public and guest bathrooms for the rest of my life.

Halloween Scares – Apes, Brides, and Scary Masks

I hated halloween, dance recitals, anything that got me attention for many reasons.

One big reason: it gave my mom a chance to dress me up, put makeup on me, and parade me around like a show dog.

Other big reason: it brought up triggers and feelings of shame because my mom liked to dress me up in girly costumes that only made me look “beautiful” or “pretty” or “precious” or any of those other words that judged me on my appearance and behavior.

One year, my mom dressed me up as a bride in a white satin bridal gown and veil for Halloween. I must have been about 6 or 7. She did my makeup and got me white shoes to wear with it. Back then, kids were required to wear their halloween costumes to school for the halloween party. Then dress up again for trick or treating after school.

Mom got lots of compliments about how beautiful I was. How I “looked just like a real bride”. How well she did my makeup. and other comments. I was embarrassed the whole time and tried to hide. My goal for that year – be a clown or a ghost for halloween. But she made me a bride. The neighbors were so stunned, they gave my brother and me extra treats sometimes.

Then we got to a neighbor’s house with what looked like a stuffed Ape or Gorilla sitting under the split entry house – near the front door. I didn’t want to go there. That ape/gorilla felt real to me. It stared at me the whole time we walked up. Just as we rang the bell, it came to life roaring at us.

I don’t remember what happened after that. Or the next halloween when mom made me wear that costume again.

But I do remember being forced to wear that bride costume when my owner and his buddies initiated me into group sex for the first time. That was so popular, they created a whole halloween special for clients and would dress us all up in varying costumes the whole month of October after that year. Would have been 1988 I think.

Learning, Dissocation, Imaginary Friends…my best survival coping strategies

Yup. For about 20+ years, I spent most of my time living in a state of dissociation (aka day dreaming) and studying while talking to imaginary friends. An island of one who only came out to fulfill class participation rules and make temporary, fake friendships. I was honest about it. I was mean when necessary. I wish I could have been different, especially to the few girls who tried to be nice to me since we were all misfits.

But that wasn’t safe. Or possible. Because anyone who befriended me became a target for something.

These days, I spend Halloween hiding in my apartment. I do my best to avoid any large gatherings or places where people of all ages will dress up in costumes from mid-October to Halloween.

And when that doesn’t work, I bring books, headphones, and my sensory grounding strategies with me.

At home, I cook a delicious meal or get takeout. Then rent a movie or read a book. Go to bed early.

AVOID TRICK OR TREATERS AT ALL COSTS – gratitude for apartment living there.

Then meditate and pray that all the self care and coping strategies will help me keep my memories when the bad season of dissociation and flashbacks take over my self
(starts any time between August and October; settles in by November; stops around May…sometimes)

Halloween 2019

This year is different. I am still staying inside. Still cooking something interesting. And still renting a movie.

I’m also writing this blog post and finishing the details to set up my business – a business that will allow me to continue blogging here and offer more coping strategies outside of what gets shared here (aka survival mode) – and offer other kinds of resources too.

Turtle time is real by the way. I started planning this business 7 years ago. Launched Untangled Connections 4.5 years ago as a test run to see if my business would be viable. Announced the new website and business last May to guests here. Continued posting about seemingly random topics. Then took a partial sabbatical – which I will explain next month.

Thanks for continuing to check in here; really appreciate it.

Thanks for reading.

Happy Holidays to All Who Celebrate!

As part of my traditions to reclaim the holidays, I send out holiday cards by regular mail and (only if I don’t have a mailing address) email to loved ones, friends and colleagues.

This year, as part of my “add creativity to life” self-care strategy, I created holiday post cards based on a theme of low-stress, fun times, and fostering positive relationships.

To all who celebrate – and whatever holiday(s) you celebrate…This card is for you.
Season’s Greetings & Holiday Wishes

Best Regards,

AlterXpressions

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Anniversaries: Happy Birthday Mom

Dear Mom,

Today is your birthday.  I wish you all the best and a joyful day full of fun and laughter.  I love you and accept you as you are always.  You are my mother, a wife, an aunt, a sister, and a daughter to many.  To others, you are a friend, a co-worker, or some other label.

We will never be traditional mother and daughter.  You don’t always like to admit having a full grown daughter, let alone one like me.  That’s okay too.  I forgive you for all that has happened between us.  I forgive myself for sometimes hating what happened to both of us. Hate only gives me heartburn…but pockets still exist and need to be released.

I used to shudder and sleep through nightmares on your birthday – living in remembered fear of the past.  Now, I celebrate your special day with unconditional love and acceptance.  I hope some day you will accept me as I am too.

Your Daughter