{"id":241,"date":"2012-01-17T21:36:42","date_gmt":"2012-01-18T02:36:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/?p=241"},"modified":"2026-04-07T08:57:57","modified_gmt":"2026-04-07T12:57:57","slug":"gonna-wash-that-grey-right-outta-my-head","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fazigu.org\/blog\/2012\/01\/17\/gonna-wash-that-grey-right-outta-my-head\/","title":{"rendered":"Gonna Wash That Grey Right Outta My Head"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No.  Not really.  It ain&#8217;t going anywhere, is it?  It&#8217;s part of me.  To &#8220;cure&#8221; myself would be to kill my self, and I don&#8217;t want that now, do I?<\/p>\n<p>MAOI is done.  See the log up top for the final entry.  Next up is &#8220;Viibryd.&#8221;  As noted there, WTF?  That&#8217;s one hell of a random-number-generated space-name.  Sounds like something my character would be smuggling in my Star Wars campaign.<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t bothered to look it up.  What&#8217;s the point?  Probably the same as the others.<\/p>\n<p>Over Thanksgiving, I went to West Virginia.  Although I&#8217;d brought the girls down before, that was the first time without any of my <em>real<\/em> self-produced family coming along.  I felt profoundly sad and out of place.  Lay on the couch after the turkey.<\/p>\n<p>Christmas went surprisingly fantastic with regards to the girls.  They didn&#8217;t seem to miss a beat, or me.  I was afraid there&#8217;d be some great trauma when they woke up on Christmas morning and I wasn&#8217;t there with mommy to open the presents, but apparently not.<\/p>\n<p>They came over on Christmas Eve morning and opened my gifts to them.  Highlights were Ani&#8217;s playable guitar shirt from ThinkGeek, and Celyn&#8217;s decorate-able treasure chest.  Only three or four hours with them, and then I was off to West Virginia again.<\/p>\n<p>The day after Christmas, a friend of the family visited.<\/p>\n<p>A sexy friend of the family.<\/p>\n<p>I felt old.<\/p>\n<p>I left soon after they did.  Mom cried.  She always cries.  I had to get away.  Had to leave there.  It didn&#8217;t feel right.  I didn&#8217;t want the unconditional love of family.  I wanted to get back to my man-cave apartment and drink myself into oblivion.  So, I drove.<\/p>\n<p>On the way back, I emailed an old PlentyOfFish.com contact on a whim.  We made a date.  We&#8217;ve been seeing each other exclusively since then.  She&#8217;s nice, smart, sexy, and 38, so I don&#8217;t need to bother with determining whether or not I should feel guilty about dating twenty-somethings.<\/p>\n<p>The role-playing has been going well.  Still every first and third Saturday.  Just did a write up on the previous session.  My character, Kelyn, has become a full-blown sociopath.  The end scene had him ready to blow a couple of his fellow party members and a few other &#8220;innocents&#8221; out the airlock.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of sociopathy&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I had my first appointment with he who would become my new therapist.  A real psychologist, not a licensed clinical social worker.  That sounds snarky.  Sincerely, I did appreciate what the previous therapist had to offer, but I didn&#8217;t need it.  I don&#8217;t need someone to talk to, and I certainly don&#8217;t need someone to affirm my questionable life choices.  As I&#8217;ve told my friends and others: I&#8217;d have to rape someone to get criticism from her.  Not just anyone, either.  A baby.  With Downs.<\/p>\n<p>So, this new fellow.  At first, Donald Sutherland.  Then, Ian McKellan.  I even cajoled him into saying, &#8220;You shall not pass!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>His initial diagnosis is &#8220;depersonalization disorder.&#8221;  That&#8217;s a new one, huh?  It&#8217;s close to sociopathy, but more a learned or trauma-induced behaviour.  He mentioned he&#8217;d watched &#8220;Mad Men&#8221; and recognized the lead character as having it.<\/p>\n<p>And me.<\/p>\n<p>I tried to find the book he mentioned at Barnes and Noble.  Not in stock.  &#8220;Finding Unreality&#8221; or somesuch.  1996, co-authored by a doctor and her patient.<\/p>\n<p>I got more out of my hour-ish with him than I did from my full run with the prior therapist.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m looking forward to seeing him again.  He has the spark.  He knows things, sees things.  He speaks on my level.  He appreciates my wit.  Not quite as a consumer, but perhaps as a peer.<\/p>\n<p>So, I am in the Washout til Friday.  Off the MAOI.  As I mentioned in the MAOI log, it&#8217;s not nearly as bad as it was with the SSRI\/SNRI.  However, lately, particularly today, I&#8217;ve felt low &#8212; low dipping precariously close to the dark Empty.<\/p>\n<p>The gin and tonic and Sprite and sour mix seem to have held it at bay for the time being.<\/p>\n<p>Just a few days left.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m doing alright.<\/p>\n<p>I still wonder why the wife did what she did &#8212; why she sacrificed the family for some vain pursuit of &#8220;happiness&#8221;.  I want to know the timeline, the sequence of events, as related by her, that led to the demise of our marriage and our family.  I still don&#8217;t know.<\/p>\n<p>I guess that was the problem.<\/p>\n<p>I never knew.<\/p>\n<p>Never saw it coming.<\/p>\n<p>Until it was gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No. Not really. It ain&#8217;t going anywhere, is it? It&#8217;s part of me. To &#8220;cure&#8221; myself would be to kill my self, and I don&#8217;t want that now, do I? MAOI is done. See the log up top for the final entry. Next up is &#8220;Viibryd.&#8221; As noted there, WTF? 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