Comments on: Slow Food and Fast Food, Love and Pain http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200 Creating an Urban Homestead Sun, 04 Jul 2010 04:40:38 -0600 hourly 1 By: Allison http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200&cpage=1#comment-179 Allison Tue, 01 Dec 2009 20:35:59 +0000 http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200#comment-179 I have to laugh, because I still do that! I'll think Rob's in the house and call his name and when I don't get an answer after calling several times I'll snap into freakout mode, rushing around looking for him, certain he's had a heart attack. My former therapist called it PTSD and I don't think she was off the mark, because it definitely touches on the trauma of my first husband's death. It sounds like Avery is having is own freaky uncertainties these days. I wonder how it meshes with his age? I haven't been there yet, but it seems to me I read some something about a developmental awareness of life outside of ones self (and knowledge of mortality) that comes around age 5. We're not there yet, so I don't know. I have to laugh, because I still do that! I’ll think Rob’s in the house and call his name and when I don’t get an answer after calling several times I’ll snap into freakout mode, rushing around looking for him, certain he’s had a heart attack. My former therapist called it PTSD and I don’t think she was off the mark, because it definitely touches on the trauma of my first husband’s death.

It sounds like Avery is having is own freaky uncertainties these days. I wonder how it meshes with his age? I haven’t been there yet, but it seems to me I read some something about a developmental awareness of life outside of ones self (and knowledge of mortality) that comes around age 5. We’re not there yet, so I don’t know.

]]> By: admin http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200&cpage=1#comment-178 admin Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:25:20 +0000 http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200#comment-178 Thanks for the comment! I love comments on the blog!!! Thanks Allison. Well Avery is never one to be subtle about anything, though his reaction at school today was extreme even for him. I'm glad you shared this. I've been doing this thing lately around here if Flash isn't where I think he is, I start mentally freaking out and looking for his body slumped on the floor, or lying in the back yard or whatever. Starting to worry about my fears. Fear about fear. Could become a negative feedback loop. Or is this just some type of PTSD? Maybe we are the realistic ones.....everything does eventually end. One thing for sure, though, is that I have such a greater sense of appreciation (at times) than I ever have for everyone around me, and life in general. Even the sucky parts of it. Thanks for the comment! I love comments on the blog!!! Thanks Allison.

Well Avery is never one to be subtle about anything, though his reaction at school today was extreme even for him.

I’m glad you shared this. I’ve been doing this thing lately around here if Flash isn’t where I think he is, I start mentally freaking out and looking for his body slumped on the floor, or lying in the back yard or whatever. Starting to worry about my fears. Fear about fear. Could become a negative feedback loop. Or is this just some type of PTSD? Maybe we are the realistic ones…..everything does eventually end.

One thing for sure, though, is that I have such a greater sense of appreciation (at times) than I ever have for everyone around me, and life in general. Even the sucky parts of it.

]]> By: Allison http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200&cpage=1#comment-177 Allison Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:43:15 +0000 http://www.itsokeydokey.com/?p=200#comment-177 Poor guy--Avery's really feeling it hard these days, isn't he? I'll still occasionally get bouts of irrational fear (actually heart pounding terror) when I'm separated from family; like it's an absolute certainty that they're going to die and I'll be left all alone again. Has nothing at all to do with reality (though who knows, right?) but it feels 100% real. Poor guy–Avery’s really feeling it hard these days, isn’t he? I’ll still occasionally get bouts of irrational fear (actually heart pounding terror) when I’m separated from family; like it’s an absolute certainty that they’re going to die and I’ll be left all alone again. Has nothing at all to do with reality (though who knows, right?) but it feels 100% real.

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