Lilli System

So, tomorrow is our annual "Yea we're not at Pennsic" party. Once called the Pennsic Pity Party.

Lots of cleaning to do, hubby has to make a grocery run. And tomorrow will be 12 people at Bag End, hopefully having fun eating, drinking and making merry.

We hope we manage to be okay.

Hubby nearly got clobbered over making dinner tonight. We are having ground-turkey-pasta-sauce and hubby called it dinosauce.

Nicely grilled steelhead trout for dinner, simply cooked with OO, salt and pepper, lemon drizzled on after cooking. Spinach on the side.

Very tasty. Hubby does good fishies.

Timeline continued:

2022 - Muddling through
2023 - Muddling through
2024 - new meds, we hate them
2025 - meds suck, we want off
2026 - so far it still sucks. Internal meetings happen, we are working with a good therapist, a good doctor, and we are trying to just be. Hubby still here, we love him. We just need to get off the meds.

Timeline continued:

2007 - medications, internal meetings, we function.

2008 - new job, more medications.

2009 - We think we are doing okay. Everyone knows about everyone else. We are a conglomerate. We are functional and doing well.

2010 - As 2009, no changes

2011 - we leave our job, we are trying to work through stuff.

2012 - we go back to school and try for the college degree. Hubby and in-laws are so wonderful.

2013 - school, internal meetings, the first signs of real menopause

Timeline.

1993 - we start intensive psychotherapy after our dad passes away (cancer) and the divorce from dipshit two years before. We are floundering, we are suicidal.

1994 - after a year of 3-4 sessions a week, we have some answers. We are plural, we have lots to go.

1995 - two years of 3-4 sessions a week. We have a job, but things aren't improving much. Too many traumas to sort through.

1996 - Breakthrough, lots of screaming and crying and vomiting at our sessions.

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For any SCAdians* on here - Happy Anno Societatis LXI!

*please see sca.org for more information

Therapy session today. We spoke about finding people on here who are also neurodivergent via DID. Our therapist thinks that's a good thing.

Remember Kent State!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9INnMMwvnk&list=RDJ9INnMMwvnk&start_radio=1

Timeline continued

2014 - yeet the uterus.
2015 - hot flashes and night sweats, but we graduate college.
2016 - we start coming apart because of hormones.
2017 - internal meetings stop for awhile, no one wants to listen.
2018 - new job, local, we are driving for the first time in our life. We have a local doctor prescribing our meds and doing a little psychiatry with us.
2019 - many small things add up, we begin to miss taking meds.
2020 - COVID mess, everything sucks.
2021- ditto.

Timeline continued:

2002 - We are making a mess of our life. Our doctor thinks we need to stop seeing the BB. We embrace bisexuality and take up with a girlfriend.

2003 - More internal meetings, more coherence between all of us. We are down to 2 sessions a week. First iteration of medications.

2004 - BB is still in our life, we have lots of stupid going on.

2005 - we meet the future hubby, drop the BB and the 2 girlfriends. We get married at the end of the year.

2006 - breakdown, a mess.

Timeline continued:

1997 - We have our annual review with our psychiatrist and he takes us from 3-4 sessions a week down to 2-3. We stay at 3 for the year. We turn 30 years old.

1998 - More horror. We become non-functional for about 3 months.

1999 - We go no-contact with several family members. There is a lot of family drama. We hate it all.

2000 - We have a decent job for the first time, and are making an effort to have internal meetings to work out stuff.

2001 - the Bad Boyfriend. Ugh.

The Voidvods were up and attem this morning. Knocked down one of the window shades in the bedroom, knocked over the litterbox in the bathroom, bit the hubby's toes and ankles and got his earbuds to play with.

We have a coffee float, and have taken our meds, so we aren't super mad anymore.

Crying.

The chicken we were supposed to make for dinner came out of its package rotten.

Thrown out immediately.

We were looking forward to lemon chicken.

Sunset photo local. Sigh. If only it were really like this today.