My name is Lis, I am 2nd year Psychology student in Murdoch University. I am a girl in a woman’s body, I’ll tell you why… I titled this post as ‘unordinary’ because it is. Did I plan to be in Perth 5 years ago? No. I thought I would be working to help build my (ex)husband’s career and a comfortable…
It’s hard to have a high self-esteem when we were always criticised and punished during the formative years. I would never dream of even trying to reach for the cloud, let alone the stars. Now? I feel that even the skies is not a limit, the only limit is myself.
I fight, not (just) because I have a condition. I fight, because I am worth fighting for. I fight, for me. I fight, to live this hard life to the fullest.
So, maybe Viking is a strong character, I don’t really know what Vikings were capable of, but I know they fight hard and they fight till the end. Fight by all means, but choose your fight wisely. If I lived in the medieval period, I may choose to die fighting. I would be named an honourable hero(ine), and legacy be left in my name. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely swear by the spirit and morality, but alas, this is not that time, and I will uphold the integrity and moral values, but practicing it in full strength will kind of waste and insult my (mere average) intelligence, no?
Many of us suffer from low self-esteem and self-confidence. Many of us produce brilliant artwork, but only a small handful of us take the plunge to put a price tag on our work.
You can defend on a prided high ground, but I don’t buy it. Don’t tell me that ‘selling’ your art is ‘cheap’ or demeaning. When you are 25 years old, and you are still depending on the State handouts or pocket money from parents, and you have to ask your parents to buy you things that you want, tell me again that you don’t want to be financially and personally independent.
I live in a bubble world of my own. I crave to connect with world out there; I desire for a soulmate who is the same and we will blow a bigger bubble to encompass our individual bubbles. When the bigger bubble is safe enough, we burst our bubbles to be one. Poetic, isn’t it? Therapy Like my autism, seeking…
The Keen Passion I have always wanted to study psychology. It’s no surprise. Long before I was formally diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome Disorder, I have always knew I am painfully different (I am trying to make a distinction here to dismiss the trendy ‘different’ used by people who desperately want to be unique). Being different has been painful, because the majority…
Time concept changes for the person in the meltdown, and the person waiting. This post illustrates the differences and the possible outcomes. Some outcomes are undesired, and permanent. Meltdown is detrimental to any kind of relationship.
We must not confuse understanding the essence of the meltdown with the instinctive reactions to it. By illuminating the adverse effects of meltdowns, I hope to raise awareness in preventing meltdown than to manage it. Every meltdown can be potentially the last one because practise doesn’t make perfect.