Important Disclaimers: I’m not a clinically trained medical or mental health professional or have any education in law enforcement or public safety.
I will always encourage people in medical and mental health crisis, if they are in danger in hurting themselves or others to contact emergency services, immediately to get evaluation and treatment.
While this blog is somewhat personal in nature and will not just tie some of the things I’ve written in not only the last week, month, year but in over the 6 years I’ve been blogging, I’d bet in some form or another, while not everything I’ve gone through that others can relate on a deeply personal level, but I’m sure quite a few can to some of the things that I’ve gone through.
Late yesterday afternoon, I threw on some clothes to run to the convenience store as today and the next few days we are supposed to experience some inclement weather, similar to the bad weather we had in Minnesota over last Thanksgiving weekend.
I grabbed a bag of garbage to throw out on my way.
I live 4 blocks away from U.S. Bank Stadium, home of the Minnesota Vikings and there was a game yesterday.
I had waited about 90 minutes after the game ended to leave and after I threw out my garbage I lit a cigarette in the alley between my building and the commercial parking lot.
As I was walking by there, there was a family that I assumed that had parked their car for the game and they were having a snowball fight.
The parents (well I guess I’m assuming) and the child who had to been about 8 years old, stopped throwing snowballs and for about 30 seconds just stopped to silently stare at me, like I was some kind of scary smoking creature.
As a person, I probably would’ve not taken offense as while I wasn’t close enough to them where my smoking should’ve been that issue for a child, even though one of the snowballs grazed me.
Had they not given me the judgemental silent scare and would’ve apologized, I would’ve probably politely told them they were throwing dirty old snow, filled with pigeon pee and feces, as well as human, in addition to how much filth snow can collect in a parking lot that had received a lot of snow, the week prior.
The thing is, I get odd looks now because I’m not attractive or visually appealing in any way.
I turned 50 exactly a week ago, but about 2 years ago, I kind of with my medical health issues had to let my appearance go, not just within regards to weight, but not trying anymore nor caring about my appearance.
As it’s just super tough on a really bad day, which I stay at home, but never having any good days where I physically feel good, to make it through the day due to my medical disabilities, which can leave me vulnerable, when getting out, so my concern the little I get out, is not to fall or faint like I do at home, going in more detail in my last 2 blogs.
It would be easier to accept my outwardly appearance if I didn’t physically feel so bad on the inside.
For someone who is a recluse for the most part in the last 2 years, my appearance sadly is problematic for other people.
It’s easier though to accept judgement from strangers, not easy but easier, as I get that they don’t understand that I’m more then the lazy ugly fat stupid slob they’ve pegged me to be, even though I’m not stupid or lazy.
It’s harder such as when I went to the ER last week and in January and they treated me based upon assumptions about my appearance given the fact that I could CLEARLY articulate my symptoms and the consequences of them.
It’s harder such as when I called 911 last Memorial Day Weekend due to a man making a terroristic threat, describing him perfectly but not myself and he had said he had thought about killing me and he was harassing me as well as others after he left me alone and it’s not a stretch, should’ve the police came, while he still was harassing me, for them to think somehow my contact with him was wanted and consensual when it was terrifying.
My skin is old. It’s dry from dehydration and ruddy.
I look so old and sickly, in addition to not being visually attractive in any any way.
I am hypersensitive to stimuli, so I feel like I’m on fire when it’s sunny out, whether it’s 9 degrees or 90, but am cold when I’m not in the sun and it’s less than 65 degrees out.
While most of the time, too much of it, in the last 18 years have spent projectile vomiting, I have eroded and missing teeth.
Because I am bloated in addition to being of weight, despite my inability to not eat much and throw up a lot, especially in the last year, even when I haven’t ingested food, liquids or medicine, in addition to the severe chronic pain and headaches.
I’m not anti-people based upon the behavior of the people yesterday or the people who’ve bullied me for the last 45 years.
As I know there is a lot of good people in this world.
I’m not anti-physician, even though I’ve had bad experiences with a majority of physicians most of my life due to being fat or when I was thin, the experiences weren’t much better because I had resorted to bariatric surgery to lose weight.
As I know there are a lot of good physicians and other medical staff, not just at the hospitals I’ve mentioned in my blog including Fairview, but nationally and around the world.
I’m not anti-police, as I’ve never had a bad encounter with any of our local police or any police officer in my entire life, just a non-existent encounter when there should’ve been, last Spring.
And I didn’t need to be a niece of a former NYPD officer to feel that way.
But this is the way I DO feel…
And I’m sure other people who experience bias, bigotry and bullying for most of the lives, this is the thing I need to reiterate.
These ARE NOT isolated incidents for most of us.
I’ve been bullied lifelong thousands and thousands of times, primarily for what I look like, less so because I am Jewish and because I’m NOT a great Jew, quite a bit of that I’ve been bullied or biased against by people in that community.
It wasn’t any better when I was really smart, hardworking and a “good girl” as when I was young, ironically I got bullied for being a goody-goody, especially a fat one.
I have spent way more time in my blog, talking about my mistakes and failures than that of others, so that they don’t have the same consequences on other people, like they did to to me and those I love the most, no matter how unintentional some of those consequences were.
I wish though other people, in this day and age, would pay more attention on their lives and behavior that could hurt others than assumptions about mine, when they don’t know me and are making judgements based upon just what I look like, now.
I will literally NEVER be comfortable in this skin that I’m in.
To stay somewhat sane and to be able to fulfill the small but meaning purpose that I have as an activist, I’ve had to try at least be figuratively comfortable in this skin that I’m in and be grateful for what I still can do and what it contains, as poorly as I feel, the little I do well.
I know I’m NOT the only one who struggles with bias, bigotry and bullying that has compromised my life and made it a lot harder than it had to be.
So for those who can relate, I wish this wasn’t a club we had membership in.
And for those who can’t relate and don’t realize that even if their hate is exclusive to even just one person, they aren’t alone in their quest to make another miserable.
Whether it’s another 2 people or 2,000 (which is more in the realm of how many people hate on me with such a limited online and offline presence, as I found out when doing activism several years ago and got picked on by a fat people hate group online) of people trying to hurt you in some way.
Nor did I have any better luck when right before my gastric bypass in 2001, I did try offline fat acceptance groups and wasn’t welcomed even though I made no mention that I had planned to have bariatric surgery, I never got even return hello, so I can’t blame that in that community for my personality, maybe because truthfully, I wasn’t fat enough.
And whether I’d lose another 60 lbs to be considered of a lower acceptable healthy weight or gain a 100 lbs to be considered possessing a more fat friendly exterior, I still would have little energy that comes with acceptance in most communities online and off, as it applies to current standards of beauty.
As on the rare day if I can take a shower and get dressed, and do one activity, I’m absolutely exhausted without doing anything else, spending an hour doing my makeup or hair, ain’t gonna happen.
There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with wanting to look and be at one’s best both inside and out, regardless of how much or how little space one takes up.
There is something terribly wrong and it needs to be said that trying to demean and shame other human beings because they don’t fit another’s aesthetic or ideal that can be irreversibly physically and emotionally damaging, if not life ending to another, if people can’t find it within themselves to stop judging, shaming and bullying others for looking and being different, especially when that difference has no consequence on how another lives THEIR life..
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