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Coaching scares me for the following reason:
Professional coaching is not counseling, therapy or consulting. These different skill sets and approaches to change may be adjunct skills and professions. The Professional Coach recognizes his/her limitations and refers the client for other services as ethically required. (Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coaching)

Coaches charge alot and think they know alot. They don't. It is one of those things that evolved out of "the forum" or Landmark. Scary shit. I know, my sister is into that. Her eyes glaze over when she talks about it. When she started going, she would tell me that she had met people "like me". Mind you, she tenses up whenever I bring up the fact that I am a lesbian and dating.

Basically this woman is full of BS.

Stupid question, but what is the box?

I was in a hospital based facility that was more secure than a prison. You would go through one locked door into a cubicle, and then into another locked door. Then you were on the unit. You spent most of your day there, indoors, with no view of the outside except this enclosed patio thing. It was a high priced prison.

Really though, in all other ways it was the same BS different place. I was always in trouble for "isolating". When I stopped isolating, I was put on a ban from touching because I am a lesbian and it was an all female unit. To this day I have intimacy issues. I was not allowed alone time in my room, no time to sit and write and especially not about myself. I could write about others, though. Even after I noticed that "staff" never asked to see my writing, I still would not go back to writing about whatever I felt like.

I don't think I wrote about myself again until 1 1/2 years after I left. I was sitting in class one day, and just started writing. A professor pissed me off, and it reminded me of the hospital. All the sudden I filled up two notebook pages with a diatribe on freedom of speech and how I lost that in the hospital, only it was more metaphorical. It became the central art piece in my senior art show just before I graduated.

I just want to know how others deal with it. It still drives me insane everytime. I remember shortly after I got out AMA, my dad saying that he would always think of me as being "mentally ill", and nothing would ever change that. Sure enough when I graduated college, on graduation day, he reminded me of that. My mom sat there silently not knowing what to do. She is old school and does not intervene. He can be quite scary if provoked. Now they are in their 80's but he still thinks of me that way. She does not. She has had to whisper to me on the phone a few times today. It sucks. Thanks Che, they do cling to the cult thing. One sib is in Landmark, and one is in Al-Anon, the other is just a regular old redneck. He just likes to hassle me about being a lesbian now and again. With him, I just have to put him in his place, and we are friends again.

Ursus,
That is a great reply. When you live in a red state, like me, you sit around and make anit-Palin shirts for fun not profit. Sad but true. I can only tell you, I don't have an accent like Bush, and Bush might have an accent like Bush. He is as Yankee as they come. I am the real deal (Houstonian). Go figure that out. I vote Blue, he votes Red, or can he read to vote red. Now i am confused.
iamartsy

I have a major art piece about 2' x 4' with my diploma from one of my rehabs in it. I also have another one with a prose piece on freedom that I wrote after getting out of my 4th and worst. Somewhere are letters home that are full of bullshit, if they were now destroyed. My mom talked about destroying them at one point when my nightmares got quite bad. Che, I agree with you. IamArtsy

Well, I left the hotel on Oct. 6th, because I was sick and needed to get to Houston to see a doc. I saw one in Austin, but really needed to see one here. I also had my face to face with FEMA. It is alot of paperwork, so we will see. They no longer replace food. Although they might pay for the water damage to the bedroom. I still have to get my windows sealed and finish killing mold on the windowsills. I finally got rid of the smell in the refrigerator and freezer. Clorox has become my good friend, but the fumes bother me. I really want to go back to Austin, as the depression is back. Being around my family is hard, and the dust from the debris is hard on my breathing. The city is slowly picking up the debris, and some of the traffic lights are still not working.

As for my apartment complex, there are still shingles laying around, and they are just kind of rigging things back together. I have to sign a new lease tomorrow and will probably do it for just six months. I really don't want to stay here. I am not impressed with the new management company.

So  there you have it. Sorry this is so depressing. The cleaning of mold and having to take prednisone has me down. It is like those menial tasks they make you perform in treatment so that you know you are lower in the caste system than the staff.

Here are the pics I took throughout the week after the storm:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/virginiag2 ... 482837613/

P.S. I just looked and FEMA turned me down for assistance for the mold removal. That was 500 dollars! Not a small amount. Mind you my FEMA worker had been drinking when he got here. When does this crap end? I guess it just has. Depression and no money sucks big. No I am not asking for money if that is what you are thinking. Besides you don't know who I am or what my address is. So don't go there.

We've talked about this.They used the circle in circle method and the milieu system with privileges and all. Quite like CEDU. They took Brown students who Brown got rid of. Three meetings a day. Trying to break you. Whole deal. Privilege system that I gave up trying to take part in. I quit asking for privileges because it was futile. So it was CEDU like not necessarily CEDU or Straight. Either way there is probably some PTSD associated with my ordeal. Excuse any faux paux.

Cream, Joni Mitchell, Pink Martini, The Flaming Lips, The Doors, Dixie Chicks, south-paint the silence