Resisting is a kind of self care.

I read this article the other day about how there is absolutely no time for self care.  This is so true. Articles advcating for self care are most certainly one of the top five topics uninspired women writers thrust into our feeds. A bath? A pedicure? I have not sat on the toilet by myself in seven years, and a pedicure is supposed to help.
The reason women are so stressed is not a failure of women to prioritize her needs. It's everyone else's failure to prioritize her needs.
Let me begin by saying that I fully know that women hold the very seams of civilization together, and if we all decided to give priority to ourselves the way that men and children do, the world would very likely spin out of orbit and crash into the sun. But that's the point, isn't it. Women work tirelessly to maintain our preferred quality of life, and the rest of the world benefits. Fuckers. You would think they could help out a little. It's not fair. It's not fair, and I've decided to resist by doing less; not more.
There are a lot of things that women could decide to opt out of, but then they would be faced by judgement from other women; or at least we fear we would. I certainly don't want to derease the quality of life for my kids, and besides, I'm not brave enough to face the judgement I might recieve from other women. So, I'm not eschewing my responsibiltes forever; just for a little. There are lots of little things I can put off without doing too much damage to the kids or setting the world careening into the sun. For example: I have decided not to fold clothes for a month. Folding clothes is boring and pointless, and I get that the clothes look nicer and fit better, but I don't like it, and I am not going to do it. People can pull through the clothes on the couch and find there stuff for a month; they'll be fine. After a month I'll go back to folding, but I'm just not doing it for a month. Instead I am going to do...well likely some other boring but necessary task, but at least that's off my plate.
Now I am brainstorming a list of things I am opting out of; not forever and not all at once, but just one at a time for as long as I feel like I can get away with it before the Board of Health Intervenes.  Here's what I have scome up with

Don't make meals. The family can eat fruit, yogurt and breakfast ceral for a month. The kids won't die, and maybe they'll be thankful when I decide to start getting back to making them meals.

I'm not vacuuming for month. Fuck it.

I'm not helping the kids with their homeowrk for a week. If they can't handle their homework themselves, the homework is not the right age level for them, and the teacher should recognize that. A week won't leave them far behind.

I'm wearing the same outfit for a week; maybe more. It's not like I'm a construction worker or an ER nurse. I'll spray it with Febreeze. It's fine.

I am not dressing the kids for a month. I hate getting the kids ready for school. I hate it. I will set them out some food, but if they don't eat or get dressed, it's on them. I am literally taking them to school in pajamas. They can fuckin' deal with it.

My kids are not doing anything after school for a week except play on the ipad: no playdates, classes: nothing. It's fine.

I'm not doing yard work- for a week- a month- a season. Whatever; I'm a good neighbor. People can deal with nature for a little while. Fuck it.

We will put up a tree for Christmas, and have gifts. No dinner. No cards. No activities. A tree is fuckin' magical. People can go one year without.

I am opting out of like a third of all necessary appointments.

I'm not going to do dishes for a week, because I don't want to. Yes, I will have more dishes to deal with when I get back to it, but not THAT many more. We only have so many dishes. If we run out of dishes I'll rinse them one by one until I feel like doing them. Fuck it. We can have a pile of dirty dishes for a week.


Why? Why have I decided not to do it? Because I don't want to. My needs matter to, you know. And if someone has a problem with it, they can go fuck themselves; Fuck the patriarchy man. Resistance is a form of self care.

My Midwife is a Sherpa

RIIIiiiiiiiight...

     So, I just read an article in Forbes describing 'Natural Parenting' as just another way of oppressing women. I have read other articles that addressed this indirectly, but this article does the best job of articulating what I have been feeling for a while. Though the natural parenting movement may have started with the goal of nurturing the relationship between parent and child, it has turned into something patriarchal, and frankly, racist.
     Full disclosure, I did and do follow a lot of what natural parenting prescribes. I'm a suburban mom, what do you expect? I wanted to go anesthesia free for my first delivery. I breastfed until my kids were two. I am very self conscious about the amount of screen time my kids get, and we eat organic produce. So, I am not saying by any means that the individual acts of natural parenting are bad. That would actually run counter to my point. What the Forbes article outlines, and with which I agree, is that natural parenting is a system of moral judgment that women internalize, and manipulates women into placing their own needs second. Anesthesia? Give it up for baby. Ease in diapering? Give it up for baby. Sleep? Time? Personal space? Sanity? Those things are nothing compared to the rewarding smile of your child, right? RIGHT?
     That said, I will now link to a skit by Amy Schumer that is hilarious and at least tangentially addresses this topic.
     As noted in the video clip, natural parenting is an attempt to refocus parenting to the way "supposed to be", So friggin white-privileged hipster: "You know, the way people parented before it was so commercial." I am very guilty of this. I have so idealized the "authentic" that I catch myself considering how parents would have done things thousands of years ago (Before parenting was cool) and then measure my own parenting style against it. This is what "natural parenting" is: comparing our parenting skills to people who beat animals to death with bones, and guessing that their parenting was probably more effective.

Bicycling before it was cool.

     And then there are the racist elements. I didn't really think about it until I started writing this article, but now that I think about it, Natural Parenting movement. has the noble native written all over it. The noble native is a stereotype that non-white people are more in tune with nature and therefore, wiser, more moral and in tune with life than other people from the more industrialized nations. It may be a more benevolent form of racism, but it's still just a way of insisting non-whites are inherently different than whites. While the natural parenting movement somewhat references the turning back to the way "parenting about how people in non-industrialized countries parent. The founder of attachment parenting started his philosophy after observing local women carrying babies on their backs. In Hypno-birthing, there is a passage about a Korean woman birthing a child without pain or fear on the side of hill. While it is true that women in less industrialized countries parent more closely to the way people have for millennia, the idea that they are somehow outside a world of material distraction and therefore closer to nature, well, that's just racist.
     I have spent a decent amount of time with women in Zambia. I love them. They are smart, and funny and awesome. However, despite using all of the hallmarks of natural parenting, they do not walk around in a state of fully-actualized bliss. It is true that most Zambian women breastfeed, co-sleep, carry their babies everywhere in slings and feed their children mostly organic foods from local farms. A lot have their own chickens, and I am willing to bet one or two of them have made something out of a pallet. Despite this, their babies still cry. Zambian kids are still just kids, who shout, and fight and ignore instructions, and Zambian mothers still holler at their kids to play somewhere else and stop causing trouble. Mothering is by no means easier in Zambia; the mere suggestion is absolutely ridiculous. The only way in which mothering could be easier is that Zambians don't have a bunch of people telling mothers how 'unnatural' they are.
     So what is my take away from this? I think I need to focus on breaking the unjust framework of natural parenting. Some of the elements of natural parenting are great: I like eating organic, and I think limiting screen time is important. I am frankly too lazy to put my kids back in their beds when they come in at 4AM, so co-sleeping is still a go for us as well. What I need to do is remember that it's a fad, not the eternal word of God. As long as I loved and cared for my kids, I could trash the entire mindset and it would make absolutely no difference. I need to remember that the entrenched mentality of natural parenting can be obnoxious at best and hurtful at worst.
Just keep repeating it: "Natural Parenting is way too mainstream. Natural Parenting is way too mainstream".

It's not me, it's you

The other day some kids were mean to Amani. Not the innocent kind of mean; mean-mean. The kind of under the radar, sneaky I'm-asking-you-a-question-but-really-I'm-making-fun-of-you kind of mean. These two little eight year old twerps were asking Amani to read words and smirking at each other because she can't read. What the Hell? She's five! Why were they acting like assholes to a five-year-old who can't read?
Amani had no idea that they were making fun of her. She was sweet and genuine in her responses, which only made it worse. "No, I don't know that word but I can read a few. Do you want to see me write my name?"
I am totally unprepared for this. I couldn't really intervene because Amani would realize that the kids were making fun of her, and that would have only made things worse. I just wanted to grab those little shits by the shoulders and shake them, "What is your problem?"
The whole situation is not helped by my personal history. I was picked on a lot as a kid. Whenever I asked for help, adults often just blew me off. I got a lot of, "He just likes you"; "It will get better when you're older"; "Consider the source"; "Try not to be so sensitive"; "Just stay away from them".  Then there was a fan favorite, "What does it matter what other people think?". I HATE when people ask why I care what other people think. Ummm...the human need for approval is one of the foundations for a civilized society, so I guess I care because... I'm not a sociopath?
People gave me all kinds of ideas as to why I invited so much ridicule, and what I was doing wrong. Huh, I had never really thought about it that way, but that is in fact, what a lot of people did. Most people did not try to help me. Instead they tried to give me reasons as to why I invited ridicule. It's funny that in the adults mind the ridicule was not the problem. I was the problem. Maybe that's the case; I think I was pretty immature and I admit that little weird. Maybe that's why so many kids seemed genuinely offended by my presence. Oh, and also, kids are assholes. It would have been really nice if an adult had acknowledged that.
Now there is the Internet, and God help me, I have no idea what I am going to do about that. I'm going to keep working on it, but for now I am going to start by acknowledging that other kids can be really mean and she does not have to put up with it.

Should this be the new normal?

     Depression has a way of making you question everything in the world including your own feelings. Outside of the generalized symptoms of insecurity and self-doubt, knowing I have a mental illness feeds my tendency to second guess myself. Unfortunately, it is really hard to come to a satisfactory conclusion.
     Case in point: these days I am angry all the time. I'm overwhelmed and sort of unfocused. I feel manic, but without the happiness. On paper, it totally reads like a time line of impending doom. On the other hand, this is a totally rational reaction to the state of current affairs. So, I go back and forth on it:
   On one hand: A lot of my behavior has changed, and it's sort of having a negative affect on me and those around me. I'm neglecting a bunch of my responsibilities just so I can fight with people on Facebook, and my relationship with my kids is changing a little bit because I ignore them a lot more. I know I am making some of my family and friends uncomfortable.
     On the other hand, this type of behavior is not necessarily out of character for me. even when I'm well medicated and stable, if I get pissed, I get pissed and am slow to recover.  I firmly believe real political push-back comes from people who are noisy, passionate and to some degree obnoixous.

     I told my psychiatrist about all this today and she agreed that I was in step with pretty much all of Seattle. She did however, adjust my meds a little bit.  I am not sure that's a good idea.
Obviously.
If I haven't made it clear thus far, second-guessing is my job.
Anyway, do I really want to medicate this away? Even if I am demonstrating a few symptoms and acting weird, do I really want to medicate myself out of it? Maybe we should have been behaving this way all along.  It is going to take some serious committment to outraged to fight what we are facing for the next four years. There is part of me though that is scared that my outrage and passion are symptoms of an on coming breakdown. Then again,  Maybe the world needs a little righteous-crazy to balance out the crazy from the other side.