Thanksgiving
Haven’t tried the zopolpcone yet, havent need to been sleeping lots just with the diazepam, not all night but hours and hours here and there. Not the only one who crashed out after tea today when we woke we shouted down to the lad to help with sorting stuff for the recycling dudes got no answer and found him asleep in his school polo shirt. Really glad it’s harder to relax when its crazy late on a school night and you hear your son chatting away to himself. Not sure if he has truly mastered the fake sleep or if he has started whistling in his sleep. Pretty sure he can’t whistle when he’s awake but maybe hes learned at school. Hope he is a bit more use after a good nights sleep. Been a fair bit of huffy and puffing whenever we ask him to do the slightest thing and there is a fair bit to do especially in his room.
Personally got a fair bit done in the morning after waking up really early. Two boxes of broken or unwanted kitchen stuff. Fabulously garish xmas treat bowl found. Bloody knew it was somewhere, grubby but intact. Some mental planning over how we are gonna pack and clean kitchen, put a bunch of useless tech together. Its so fucking nice being able to take our time, still getting stressed but less stressed about being stressed because so much is done and enough time to do it. Moving somewhere we want to go to helps aswell of course. Dont think we have ever had a move like that before, its even more stressful and exhausting moving from somewhere we dont want to be, have experienced a fair bit of hell in to somewhere else we dont want to be and know we will experience more hell. Not that there definitely wont be any hell or attempts at hell its just not as certain as before and we are not just saying that to keep ourself as calm and positive as possible even our most cynical aspects don’t have a difficulty acknowledging that there is no way it could be as bad as here or living with slaver controled family.
Hope we can get money sorted not just for rent and xmas but because we need a word processor with an actual keyboard that we can use as its charging. Typing this on ickle phone so there is enough battery on the tablet to use after midnight gifts in silly hidden object games.
Got contact about possible support after the move thanks to the more sleeps and diazepam it didn’t produce profuse weeping, just a little extra emotionalness..
Know we said we should avoid the unrelenting awfulness of internet news but if we did we would of missed, “Missionary claims Jesus loves you before dying in rain of arrows” type healines how they know he said that we dont know and we feel for family but still amongst all the farting and fasc it fairly give us a chuckle. Brought up old fantasy/story/weird shit that happened for us, injured in a bought think not long after one of our bad cuts and we had various other bruising and sprains as well. We feel asleep on our little escape boat and woke up with a little kid giving us water. We fucking paniced when we came round when we saw the drinking vessel, the lack of apparel on the bairn and ripped a bit of clothing soaked it in sea water and tied it round our nose and mouth. The kid pointed at it and said something. We pointed to our skin and motioned to far away then pretended to sneeze then pointed at the kid and motioned to towards the island forestry, sneezed again and did an impression of being did. We encouraged the kid to keep their distance and wash there hands with sea water. Not sure if the kid got it but they chatted away and washed a bit we just sat in boat and listened to the chatter. When we saw various figures come out the tree line we went a bit cold thinking we may be about to die. They seemed relieved to see the mask and a bit concerned when we tried to push our busted boat with our busted up body. We gruffed told to sit our arse on the sand while they fixed it up a bit. We kept indicating that they keep washing in the sea water and wouldn’t let any of them near me unless the cover their nose and mouth. The kid seemed to be doing a good job explaing. A women eyes up our injuries went into forest came back with a leaf mask and wrapped up some of injuries, think there was some kind of ointment and a splint to.
With us and the boat in better shape they indicated we just keep the water bottle, they pushed us out and off we headed back to ugly brutal heartless civilisation trying not to feel like we would rather they just killed us rather than go back to abuse and enslavement. Also very grateful for the beautiful experience though.
Personally got a fair bit done in the morning after waking up really early. Two boxes of broken or unwanted kitchen stuff. Fabulously garish xmas treat bowl found. Bloody knew it was somewhere, grubby but intact. Some mental planning over how we are gonna pack and clean kitchen, put a bunch of useless tech together. Its so fucking nice being able to take our time, still getting stressed but less stressed about being stressed because so much is done and enough time to do it. Moving somewhere we want to go to helps aswell of course. Dont think we have ever had a move like that before, its even more stressful and exhausting moving from somewhere we dont want to be, have experienced a fair bit of hell in to somewhere else we dont want to be and know we will experience more hell. Not that there definitely wont be any hell or attempts at hell its just not as certain as before and we are not just saying that to keep ourself as calm and positive as possible even our most cynical aspects don’t have a difficulty acknowledging that there is no way it could be as bad as here or living with slaver controled family.
Hope we can get money sorted not just for rent and xmas but because we need a word processor with an actual keyboard that we can use as its charging. Typing this on ickle phone so there is enough battery on the tablet to use after midnight gifts in silly hidden object games.
Got contact about possible support after the move thanks to the more sleeps and diazepam it didn’t produce profuse weeping, just a little extra emotionalness..
Know we said we should avoid the unrelenting awfulness of internet news but if we did we would of missed, “Missionary claims Jesus loves you before dying in rain of arrows” type healines how they know he said that we dont know and we feel for family but still amongst all the farting and fasc it fairly give us a chuckle. Brought up old fantasy/story/weird shit that happened for us, injured in a bought think not long after one of our bad cuts and we had various other bruising and sprains as well. We feel asleep on our little escape boat and woke up with a little kid giving us water. We fucking paniced when we came round when we saw the drinking vessel, the lack of apparel on the bairn and ripped a bit of clothing soaked it in sea water and tied it round our nose and mouth. The kid pointed at it and said something. We pointed to our skin and motioned to far away then pretended to sneeze then pointed at the kid and motioned to towards the island forestry, sneezed again and did an impression of being did. We encouraged the kid to keep their distance and wash there hands with sea water. Not sure if the kid got it but they chatted away and washed a bit we just sat in boat and listened to the chatter. When we saw various figures come out the tree line we went a bit cold thinking we may be about to die. They seemed relieved to see the mask and a bit concerned when we tried to push our busted boat with our busted up body. We gruffed told to sit our arse on the sand while they fixed it up a bit. We kept indicating that they keep washing in the sea water and wouldn’t let any of them near me unless the cover their nose and mouth. The kid seemed to be doing a good job explaing. A women eyes up our injuries went into forest came back with a leaf mask and wrapped up some of injuries, think there was some kind of ointment and a splint to.
With us and the boat in better shape they indicated we just keep the water bottle, they pushed us out and off we headed back to ugly brutal heartless civilisation trying not to feel like we would rather they just killed us rather than go back to abuse and enslavement. Also very grateful for the beautiful experience though.
