Archive for February, 2005

Job search frontier

Monday, February 28th, 2005

I have finally been responding to the people looking for jobs.

  • I responded to the person who misspelled my name (wonderfully kind person that I am), inviting her for an interview and suggesting that she doublecheck spelling and choose just one title — she apologised, though she misspelled the word misspell in the apology.
  • One person does textile arts in her spare time, which is very cool.
  • Not everyone has clued into the “don’t go more informal” rule, and though I write all my emails to Ms. or Mr. whoever (except for one, because the name is one of those half of them are boys half of them are girls names, and I couldn’t find any clues), I’m still getting a few “Hello” emails in response to this.

Further responses about self-injury

Sunday, February 27th, 2005

Since my comments on that earlier thread were approaching novel length, I’ve decided to move my responses to “what helps?” over to its very own thread, with the big caveat that this is my experience, so things that I found helpful are not universally helpful; in general, understanding and making well-meant mistakes is better than just ignoring it (when it is an active issue).

I agree: there is no culturally approved response to it (and I could not have articulated a response I was looking for). It’s like many other things, it seems, that are in part in your head and that seem to hit women harder. I don’t know if there’s a causal link between these two things. (Other things that We Do Not Talk About: depression, actual eating disorders and not the stupid Hollywoodized versions of them, sexual assault, anything that takes time to get better in general.) This has to do with the shame issue as well, and perhaps the perfectability of humans that we seem to think can happen, the individual response, a single person can make themselves better or worse, it’s all about the effort you’re making. And of course you do need to put effort into getting better, but effort alone isn’t enough, and people can’t do it all by themselves.

I don’t think that talking about it helps or doesn’t; perhaps the next time someone asks about my arms it will have helped and I will be honest but realistically I would doubt it. Perhaps it means that next time I feel the urge I will mention it when blogging — I haven’t generally felt that I’m holding back from mentioning it though, and this is a small enough blog that I’m not, say, helping thousands of people understand depression better. But it doesn’t hurt. And I think I’m glad it doesn’t help, because the place I was in where it did help — not a good place.

How do you support friends or family? I think the real issue is to be understanding. “How did that happen?” is not a good question to ask, nor is anything that focuses on the injuries. Understanding, yes, asking what made you want to do it (but this carefully), sure. The biggest issue is to be sure that this isn’t the only time someone gets care, just after they’ve self-injured. No, it’s not all about attention, but having someone take care of you is nice anyways, and if self-injury feels good and if people take care of you after but not before, there’s just a lot of setting up for more of it. This doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t take care after, just that it shouldn’t be something more or special.

It’s hard to say exactly what’s right and what is wrong to say. There are the obvious wrong things to say (Are you crazy?), but then things slide into real life, and things are never quite so obvious. Acknowledge someone’s pain. Try to understand their specific reasons for doing it; I’ve explained some general ones, and some of my reasons, but they are not one-size-fits-all.

In general, it’s probably better to approach the person, but it depends on how well you know them; I would certainly have been quite annoyed to have random people ask me about it (this is perhaps unfair, since it’s pretty hard to ignore, but there you have it: this should be limited to friends or family. Perhaps asking an acquaintance if everything is okay, or how they are doing, but “I see you’re hurting yourself, you must be in a lot of pain” — a nice way to put things — is probably pushing the boundaries. Or maybe not, depending on the person — there’s so much context). It’s never good to push, and it’s not really good to avoid it — or your reactions to it. It is very bad to threaten (I will never talk to you again). It is fair to have limits.

What helps? Distractions, sometimes: let’s play a game, go for a walk, make dinner first, then see how you feel. I’m not entirely sure what level of “what helps?” are you asking for: what helps if someone comes to you wanting to self-injure, or what helps when you are talking about it in general, or — as I said, I’m not sure, which probably accounts a bit for the rambling nature of this post. I think it’s better to come down on the side of condoning it than being judgemental, because in the long run, condoning it as an imperfect way of taking care will be much more helpful than judging someone (in the short term, it may have the opposite effect, along the “I will prove how unloveable I am” lines). See how I said that academia didn’t make me crazier? This is because I was already this nuts.

Anyways, I am still open to further questions or clarifications. People don’t need to leave email addresses, and I’m not going to be annoyed at less inoffensive questions (though I will not show pictures of scars or talk about what methods I used, because I can’t think of any good use that information could have).

Being impressed that someone hasn’t self-injured for however long, even if they slip: that’s good. Asking about the feelings behind it — I keep focussing on this because it’s really the issue. Why did they want to do it? Think about how terrible they must be feeling if causing physical pain feels *better*.

Desserts

Sunday, February 27th, 2005

So tonight: peanut butter chip & chocolate chip cookies, or Nanaimo squares? The first has the virtues of satisfying a craving and being less sweet, the second the virtues of being easier to make and being more sweet.

Update: made the cookies. I wasn’t in the mood for Nanaimo bars, which is weird, since I’ve had a background craving for them for ages. Maybe next time.

Lovely

Sunday, February 27th, 2005

I slept for 12 hours last night.

Job searches

Saturday, February 26th, 2005

So the other post was, unclearly, about someone offering jobs. Now: people asking for jobs.

What the hell do I do for the emails that start “Hi”, or “Hi WA”? The ones where they sign a first name only? The ones without CVs?

Do I just ignore it, because they don’t know any better, or do I respond just to the one or two people who acted intelligently? Do I eventually tell people we’ve hired that they should do x or y in later job searches? Can I get away with just pretending none of it matters because I have a really bad headache?

Yes, I like to nitpick sometimes. Is this bad?

Saturday, February 26th, 2005

I understand that blogs are written quickly and off-the-cuff and they’re personal reflections of the fact that you don’t know how to spell or, sometimes, write, but seriously, if you’re using your blog to advertise jobs, maybe you should, say, get rid of the spelling and grammar mistakes for a while, or get rid of them in the job announcements, or on the ‘coming soon’ webpage. First impression: well, now I know who *not* to go to.

What a gift

Friday, February 25th, 2005

But my cat likes to hide in boxes.

Sobbloggy: the continuation

Friday, February 25th, 2005

I’m reading this post on finslippy (via unfogged) about the Pain Penis Size Contest[1] effect, and I’m thinking about it.

Because there is actually a second side to it, the “well, it doesn’t matter, I don’t have it so bad after all” effect. Perspective is good, and it’s probably true that there’s always someone who has things worse, and it’s certainly true that things could always get worse, but this is a different effect, this is the one where it doesn’t matter because it happened to you, where the excuses are that it could be worse or other people have it worse or it’s not as bad as it seems. (This, unsurprisingly, correlates well with depression and low self-esteem.)

In part this kind of thing is always said because you believe it, but in another way, you say it because you want someone to deny that it doesn’t matter or that it’s not that bad, someone to agree that it’s reasonable to hurt. (I’m making fairly large generalisations here, obviously.)

I get those urges still, sometimes, both of them: I want to pull out the bad things that have happened to me and show them off, all glittery and packaged into My Life: The Novel. I want people to be amazed at how much it has been bad. Though in so many ways it’s been good, too, and I want to tell people how the bad things can’t possibly matter, because look at how lucky I also am, and, yes, because they happened to me. Perhaps I avoid all of this by not talking about myself much.

This is all true, but it’s also all lies.

[1] Well. That’s what *I* call it.

Hey, this honesty thing sucks.

Thursday, February 24th, 2005

I admit it: I’m sort of disappointed by the mostly lack of response to my earlier post about self-injury. I’m not surprised; there’s not all that much to say. I would not know what to say. “Gee, I’m glad you’re better now!” “Ewww, blood!” Right.

So instead, I’ll start a little Q&A. Feel free — or not — to ask the questions that are normally pretty damn rude or intrusive. I know people have them.

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Awesome

Thursday, February 24th, 2005

Laurie R King has a blog.