This post is probably going to be long, random and all of the damn place. There’s just so much on my mind these days and I don’t even really know where to begin. I guess I’ll just start with today…
Today I met my new caseworker for the first time and…well, she knows about this site, my Live Journal and my online activities and she told me to tell you all how nice and lovely she is. So there. I told you. It was actually kind of funny telling her that I’ve been doing the website/blogging thing for over a decade and she said, “blogging…is that like Facebook?” Do you know how often I hear that? It’s so weird to me. I mean I may never leave my house, but I probably interact with over 100 people a day, all of whom are computer savvy and like me, are basically immersed in the internet, but then when I go meatside and talk to people in my little town of 1700 or the town where the mental health clinic is, they’re just completely clueless as to the goings on of the internet and it kills me every time because I never expect it. Blake has to remind me constantly that most of the world doesn’t spend 18 hours a day, 7 days a week on the internet. I am not normal.
Anyway, it was funny.
So after I gave her the basic rundown on who I am, what I do and where I am as far as agoraphobia and immersion therapy, she threw out 50 million suggestions for “the next step”, which I shot down for every reason under the sun, but mostly because if there’s no REASON to do something, I’m simply not going to do it. For example, the next logical step in my immersion therapy is to keep going down the trail by my house from one park to the next like I did a couple of weeks ago and keep doing it until it’s no big deal, but the thing is, I already exhausted that option. My purpose in going down the trail from one park to the next was to prove I could do it obviously, but more importantly, it was an opportunity to take pictures, it was an adventure I could write about and share with the world. Without that purpose, I wouldn’t have done it and now, since I’ve already done it and I took pictures of everything there is to take pictures of down the trail, there’s no point in doing it again. I’m not the kind of person who just “goes for a walk”. I don’t “exercise” or “get fresh air”. It took me a while to make this new caseworker (who needs a codename, but I’m too tired to think of one) understand that about me, that if there isn’t a purpose, a reason, a reward, it wouldn’t happen. The fact that I don’t want to be agoraphobic anymore isn’t enough motivation. I have no desire to have “Eye of the Tiger” on autoplay in my brain and accomplish shit for the sake of accomplishing it. After I went on the trail to Bishop Park and came home, I thought to myself “so what?” So fucking what? I did something my 10-year-old can do. OOOOOH I’m so impressed with myself. Like come on, I’m just not that way. I’m not one to celebrate what I see as non-victories. These stupid little steps that I resent having to take.
I’ll be honest here: I am SO fucking mad at myself for letting things get this bad. Years and years ago I knew I was falling down a well and there was a point – when we moved here, I think – that I could go either way. I could continue down this path where I cocooned inside this house and stopped driving, stopped living in the real world, or I could be normal. Well, it’s obvious which one I chose and I chose it out of fear, fear of this new area where I didn’t know anyone, didn’t know the roads, didn’t know the store hours of anything. Fear of exploration, fear of adventure. Fear fear fear.
But the strangest thing is happening and it’s probably something that could only happen in a town as small as this one: I feel like the whole town is on my side. All of my neighbours know I never leave the house. The people who work at the pharmacy know I never come in and know what meds I’m on, so it’s quite clear what my problem is. Everyone at the grocery store and the post office never see me, but they see Blake all the time. They all wonder, I know they do. Except the thing is, and I have to remind myself to keep this in mind as I go through this process, is that when I eventually do show up at the library or the grocery store or the pharmacy, they’re going to be surprised, in a good way, and they’re probably going to be extra nice to me because they know. They just know. If I I’m walking down the street and pass my neighbour, he’s going to be surprised to see me and say something supportive. In fact, one of my neighbours has already told me that he’s proud of me for walking to the park. He saw me walking past his house through his kitchen window and thought “holy shit, she’s doing it” – but in a good way.
My fears with leaving the house are that people are going to be mean to me, or rude or there’s going to be a conflict or something bad is going to happen. But as my friend John Halcyon Styn says, “More people want to hug you than hurt you” and “Love more fear less, float more steer less” and I’m trying like hell to remember his wise words on this little journey of mine. No one’s out to get me, no one’s out to be mean to me, if people got to know me, they’d probably really like me and people are only going to get to know me if I put myself out there. And I have to embrace and be okay with the fact that I’m a strange little girl with strange ideas. I couldn’t be normal if I tried.
Like for example? I’ll get to that in a sec, lemme continue my story here first.
I’ve been going to the end of my driveway and back to get the newspaper since the beginning of March and now it’s SO not a big deal that I find myself doing strange things to make it more exciting. For example, this weekend at about 4am I went out to get the paper not wearing any pants simply because I could. And I yelled out to the world “HELLO WORLD! I AM OUT HERE GETTING THE PAPER! WOOOOOOO!” and then I came back in. Or I’ll go out to get the paper and do a little dance at the end of the driveway or twirl as I’m walking back towards the house. Little stupid, weird things that I do just to keep myself interested in doing it.
And let me tell you, I HATE the newspaper. It’s so boring! The comics SUCK (except for Get Fuzzy, which I can read on the internet for free). Half of the columns in there say at the end to visit the paper’s website and “have your say” so really, what’s the point of even reading this stuff on paper to begin with? So, I stopped reading them a long time ago and now they just pile up until Blake puts them in the recycling bin.

I feel bad because the subscription was a gift from my friend Raya and I had these GRAND plans for the newspaper and the bench at the park as far as my immersion therapy went, but I think it’s time to cancel the newspaper because at this point it’s just a ridiculous exercise and a waste of trees. I’m way beyond the driveway, I have to take bigger steps. And as I said, the newspaper sucks. The plans I had for it – reading the sections I like on the bench in the park, thus immersing myself in an uncomfortable situation for X amount of time – could easily, and probably more effectively, be achieved with books, which I have a ton of. Also? The library that’s just down the street about 6 blocks away is on my list of places to immerse myself in…eventually.
Anyway, this caseworker worker woman kept throwing out all of these ideas of places to go and I shot them all down and finally she said, “well where DO you want to go?” and I thought about it for a minute and said “the post office”, but then I got overwhelmed by the idea and told her that my fear is that if I CAN go to the post office, it’ll become my JOB to go to the post office and I’m not looking for any kind of responsibility in any of this. Not at this point anyway. I don’t want a “job”. I don’t want something that I HAVE to do on a consistent basis. I don’t even know what post office box is ours and going in the day time is way too big a step for me right now. There are people on the street, there are people in the post office, I don’t know which box is ours and I couldn’t deal with buying stamps.
The caseworker proposed that I go with Blake and buy stamps, but go to the post office to MAIL SOMETHING in the middle of the night or in the early morning when I can’t sleep. That way there’s no people around, I can take Lucky with me and bring him into the post office where the PO boxes are and no one’s gonna give me shit for that and I get to send mail, which is something I like to do, so it’s sort of like a reward.
So that’s the next step in my immersion therapy. On the way home from the mental health clinic we stopped off at the post office and Blake bought me a roll of Canada stamps and a roll of US stamps and I’m just going to make it my project to use them and mail my own stuff. I’m going to start off going at night or in the early morning and eventually work my way up to doing it in the day time. The end goal in all of this – and there are quite a few steps in between – is to be able to mail my own paintings and to get Lucky used to being tied up and left alone for a few minutes while I do so. (He has severe separation anxiety, as I’ve mentioned before.)

But in the course of coming up with this plan, she suggested that I go for walks in the middle of the night and I said, “well what’s the point of that? I can’t take pictures at night!” and she said “well why can’t you?” to which I replied (duh) “it’s too dark!” But being the strange little girl that I am, with strange ideas…in the middle of the night when very few people are around, there’s no reason in the world why I couldn’t take the camera mounted on the tripod with me to the post office and take pictures in the dark. The tripod’s light and collapsible and even if I ran into someone, they probably wouldn’t even know what it was. And it’s one thing to show the world my little town during the day when it kinda resembles Mayberry, but it’s a completely different animal at night. I dunno, I can’t even really picture the shots in my head yet but it’s something for me to think about once I’m more comfortable with walking to the post office in the dark.
So that’s the plan. I can’t say when my first voyage out is going to be, it’s certainly not going to be tonight and I can pretty much guarantee it’s not going to be tomorrow night either, but I think sometime before Monday, I’m going to go to the post office. Monday is when I see the caseworker next, as well as my shrink, and the caseworker wants me to write down places I want to go so she can help me think of steps to get there. Honestly, I can’t think of anywhere I want to go in this town, but I’ll work on thinking of places anyway.
Some places are out of my reach though because there are blocks in the way. For example, I’d really like to go get my hair cut now that it’s long enough TO cut (for those not in the know, I shaved my head 2 years ago on my 28th birthday live on webcam in front of about 10,000 people) and there’s a salon in town, but that requires money that I don’t have so that one’s a ways off.

This evening we went to Wal*Mart to do groceries and while Blake did groceries, I went to the office/school supplies section and spent the last of my painting money on some stuff to aid in my whole “mailing stuff” deal. I bought a 24-pack of fine Sharpies in just about every colour they make, 2 black Sharpie pens, sparkly gel pens and Uni-Ball Fusion pens in blue and pink that have flowers on them, which I looooove. The ink is clear in the ink chamber, but comes out coloured. It’s cool and I was giddy when I saw them because I hadn’t seen them in years. I thought they’d stopped making them.
Anyway, this post is REALLY long and REALLY rambly and my back is killing me, so I think it’s time to either go write a letter to someone or paint, I haven’t decided yet. But before I go…
There are 11 days left in the Hypercube contest and right now I’m sitting at #9 while Blake’s at #14 – out of 500. Please please please help keep up there (or better!) by signing up and voting for our audition pages EVERY DAY. And don’t forget, the votes reset at midnight EST so make sure you get your votes in before then! A huge huge huge thanks to everyone who’s supported us through this the past couple of months, we love you immensely and can’t even begin to express our gratitude. <3
And of course, a HUGE thank you to those who have plugged us or sent in fansigns, you’re all too awesome.
On that note, here’s some folks who think I’m what Nissan’s looking for:

Annie Spandex thinks my life won’t be complete without a Cube.

Mikerson from Georgia seems to think I need a Cube also!
If you too think I need a Cube and would like to send me a fansign saying so, please send them to Sunny@SunnyCrittenden.com and I thank you in advance! Fansigns of yourself, your kids, your cats – whatever! Be creative! As long as the sign is hand-drawn, we’re good to go!
And with that, I’m outta here. <3 <3 <3