Green Balls & White Balls

During times of upheaval & more-than-the-usual-degree of stress, there’s alot to be said for the familiar.  No doubt, that’s one reason common wisdom says don’t change your job (if you’re lucky to have one & you can stay there) right after the death of a close family member, or a divorce.  Not to mention mac&cheese & Frasier….

Young children know this.  They cling to the familiar when the rest of their routine has been, of necessity and one-hopes-for-the-future-good, temporarily cast out the window. In grandma’s house, the familiar is a game called green balls & white balls.

These 30 count -1 inch diameter hard plastic balls are an unexpectedly versatile toy. Really, amazing learning objects.  All about the property of spheres.  Gravity.  Planets.  Our Star: the Sun.  Numbers & counting.  Sound.  Mass.  Follow-through.  Sharing.  Taking turns.  Cleaning-up.  Who wouldda thunk these little balls had such capacity.

My time with grandson Dante has technically been halved due to joint custody.  One day for me, three days for each parent.  I have a hard time understanding that this is the best arrangement, but what can I do.  So our scheduled Tuesday together is unbelievably precious.

This past Tuesday we went to blue ball park, a.k.a. Anna Jean Cummings County Park in Soquel, CA.  Husband R was Anna Jean’s friend and a member of Save Soquel during the early years.  Now Dante & I hobnob there & make ‘bacon pie’ in the sand with other toddlers & parents, grandparents.  This week the daddies outnumbered the mommies.  We made friends with 2-year old Valentina & mom Miriam of Michoacán – her husband transferred here four months ago to be a trainer for Driscoll’s.  She has a master’s degree in chemical engineering.  I’d love to learn more spanish, & she, more english; the youngsters don’t know it, but we’d love for them to do the same.  This makes me hopeful. It’s not always easy to connect with our Latino Live Oak neighbors, I find.

The green balls & white balls are from the game Pyraos.  The goal of the game is to place the top ball of your color on the pyramid.  When R & I play he usually wins.  With a 3-year old, though, the rules are endlessly permutable – no need, even, to make a pyramid, if you’d rather roll the balls around, or hurl them down the black (PVC pipe from OSH) tubes to crash into each other or into the bookshelf or our laps.  It seems to me that this is the epitome of a good game. We’ve played this many Tuesday afternoons, especially in that fragile post-long-nap-time, when dreams of cuddly kitties & talking trains are mixed with longings for mommy & daddy.

For a while I thought green balls & white balls might be a unhealthy obsession.  I don’t anymore.  We, with that little guy leading the way, embrace the familiar each day with a new twist.  His delight is my lesson: this is the way life is.

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E.T. Come Back!

Science fiction was my reading of choice for more than a decade – during college & thereafter until the kiddies happened into our lives. Frank Herbert, Orson Scott Card, William Gibson, Ursula Le Guin, Robert Heinlein, Isaac Asimov…I thought there was no way we were alone in the universe. There had to be other humans out there. I grocked it might be difficult to find them, or for them to find us, but it just didn’t seem possible that we were ‘alone’ with   so many billions of suns & planets available for otherworld versions of us. I loved to imagine the day they contacted us (which I imagined would occur in an E.T. rather than Invasion of the Body Snatchers mode), & I fervently hoped that it would be in my lifetime. I still do. Although I’m not sure any more that contact will be as benign as E.T…& human? Wouldn’t that be a shock.

I didn’t know much about asteroids & black holes & MIB back then, except for the notion that shooting stars weren’t really stars at all but rather small space detritus burning up upon entry into the earth’s atmosphere (aka meteors, thank you, Neil Armstrong & NASA). What we know now, generally confirmed by the scientific community only in the past couple of years – like 2010 – is that large asteroids have played a key role in how life on our planet evolved. Asteroid impacts apparently provided a great deal of the water that covers 70% of our earth & makes life’s abundance possible, & the asteroid which formed the Chicxulub crater in central America caused a mass extinction 65 million years ago which killed off the dinosaurs (& most other species too) & drastically altered earth’s climate for a long time. This most recent mass extinction (there have been five – some argue that we’re entering the 6th) set the stage for birds (direct dinosaur descendants!) & mammals (no more dinosaurs around to eat them) to thrive & eventually evolve into, among others, family favorites such as cats, dogs, elephants, (rats), whales, giraffes, bonobos, & – us!

So what’s the likelihood that other ‘intelligent’ (I use the term loosely) life evolved out there? Local University of California, Santa Cruz, astronomer Frank Drake devised a formula for estimating the possibility of civilizations on other planets in our own Milky Way galaxy – the initial calculation came in at about 10,000. Other estimates range from 1 million (Carl Sagan) to less than 3 (Michael Shermer). Of course, there are billions of galaxies out there, so even using low-ball assumptions, there’re bound to be billions of planets where life evolved over billions of years; sentient beings likely evolved right along with other forms of life on some of those planets. As self-centered as we humans still are at this stage of our evolution, I have to agree (you’re not surprised, are you?) with those who assert that the odds are heavily in favor of us having lots of at-least-slightly-self-aware company in the Big Universe, though probably not with our 2-eyes-2-ears-4-limbs-5-fingers Star Trek brain & physiology. (Maybe some of them are even here on earth – I’m betting on the octopus, myself.)

And getting in touch with them, or vice versa, is another problem altogether. It nearly always comes down to communication & timing, doesn’t it? Even though no doubt they wouldn’t think just like we do, I like to imagine they could have helpful ideas about how we might save ourselves & our fellow earthly inhabitants from the current rapid climate change era (RCCE) unfolding before our very eyes. Maybe they had to abandon their own planet because their planet’s culture & evolution led to similar consequences!? Or maybe their star was dying. Or maybe…well, so many scenarios to conjure up. As likely as it seems that they’re out there, how unlikely it seems, at the moment, that we’ll ever know anything about them, or they about us.

So E.T., please get back in touch. We earthlings could use some of your otherworldly wisdom right now.

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When Continents Collide

I wish I could recall the exact moment when I first got plate tectonics – it seems to me now that understanding the unfixed nature of things is the basis of so much human knowledge about this planet we live on, &, our undeniably miniscule role in the Big Picture.  I’m guessing though that it was way back in 1969, in Gary Griggs’ oceanography class during my second year at UCSC.

I barely knew anything about colliding continents then – most of us didn’t.  & it’s no wonder – check out this quote from my friend Pat’s 1960 Geology text book (principal authors, University of Minnesota, my parents’ alma mater): “Most geologists and geophysicists have long concluded that the continental masses and the deep ocean basin have remained in the same general locations throughout recorded geologic time. In other words, the two have not exchanged places because of warping or folding of the earths crust.

As a southern CA Valley Girl of solid Lutheran heritage, my choice to attend UCSC – at that time the newly-opened, popular, & experimental ‘no-grades’ public university – was, I’m sure, early warning that I’d already decided the SoCal church-based/suburban mindset wasn’t for me.

The next few years were full of clashing values & shifting mythologies.  I’d love to say I loved it at UCSC, but in reality, it was pretty painful.  Failing the last quarter of my sophomore year (well, you couldn’t really fail at UCSC then – you just didn’t pass), I was relieved to be able to leave school & join my family for a year in Europe thanks to my father’s teaching post at US military airbases in Germany & Spain (the Berlin Wall was still standing in those days).  I ended up living with a German boyfriend in Munich, a block away from where central European geology was being exposed as subways were built for the 1972 Olympics.  In addition to surviving the longest European winter on record (well, it seemed that way to me), I (parenthetically) learned a key lesson in capitalism…that even if one has the ideas & the skill & the craft, in the end it’s the people with the cash who benefit (monetarily speaking).  How little has changed.

I eventually returned to Santa Cruz & took courses toward a degree in anthropology.  Via my friend Karan, who I’d hitchhiked with in Europe (it was cheap & possible in those days), I got a job washing dishes at the Whole Earth Restaurant.  Later in the 70’s, Whole Earth friend & local author James Houston published the novel Continental Drift, deepening my File:Plates tect2 en.svg& others’ understanding of our location on the Pacific Plate – the largest tectonic plate in the world – rapidly (geologically speaking) and uncontrollably (by human primates) moving northward.

Fiction was nothing compared to the 1989 Loma Prieta Earthquake, a true experience of groundlessness.  I was the local transportation director by then, & being able to get around in our ubiquitous disaster area was everyone’s stress-point, nevermind our now-enhanced understanding of plate tectonics.  We on the central cost still live with the consequences of having our homes on this boundary of plates – in our case, the Pacific & the North American.  There’s not doubt that these, & other, geologic stress-points will cause more life-changing events in the future.

Last year, I had a chance to go to Tibet & China with that 1960’s oceanography professor & friends.  It seems to me that Tibet represents something paramount for many humans…beyond the Dalai Lama.  I’m sure it has something to do with the Indian Plate still actively colliding with the Eurasian Plate, & the energy the earth releases as those Himalayas are pushed ever higher.  In the end, I didn’t go on the trip – primate needs overshadowed geologic dreams, & all of that….

Nevertheless, similar to my grandson’s thrill of crashing toy cars & trains, I find it strangely soothing to visualize the Indian continent careening into Asia.  Embracing these earthly forces-beyond-our-control can sometimes draw us out of our everyday existence for a few moments (when we’re not overwhelmed by the tragedy & suffering these earthly events can cause).

This is one reason I love science…these tiny moments of grasping the larger forces at work in the natural universe, &, randomly, little by little, being able to get it.

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Can Grandmas Have It All?

There’s been no avoiding the latest mothers-who-also-have-paid-work debate, a.k.a. the mommy wars.  Does anyone else out there think there’s something missing in this latest salvo?

& no, I don’t mean the daddy’s, although one has to wonder what’s going through their minds re this ongoing quandary their wives & mothers & sisters & girfriends find themselves in…maybe if they put down their eToys for just for a moment & paid attention to their ladies’ voices, they could focus their keen male minds on what they, personally, can do about this deep angst that (nearly) every undervalued ‘working’ mother faces…

Wait, note to self: I really don’t want to talk here about the daddy’s.  What I want to talk about is – the Grandmas!  Because hey, not only are we now mommy’s X 2, but many of us That's Some Interesting Ink, Grandma!are those (visionary? misguided? pragmatic?) 70’s feminists who just wanted to (or had to) figure out how to manage ‘work’ & families…not unike female primates have done for millions of years.  I seriously doubt any of us primate grandmas thought of this as having it all, since in reality it’s more like having to do it all.*

Nevertheless, as a female & yes, feminist member of the apparently responsible generation, I thought I’d better track down where this concept of having it all came from.  In 1975, (the year I stopped reading Ms. magazine because I thought it was too conservative,) Superwoman was published with the fateful phrase.  Shirley Conran’s book about household management tips for working women stirred up the feminist pot, so much so that fifteen years later she herself published a follow-up book, Down with Superwoman.  Conran is probably most well-known, however, for her groundbreaking book, Lace (1984), which broke the fiction barrier about women & sex.  To Ms. Conran, having it all necessarily included meaningful work, happy kids, & good sex.  Now 80 years old, she contends “if I had the situation all over again, I think I would definitely decide not to have children.  It puts you at a disadvantage as a person.”

Well, this is an interesting twist from the founding president of the (now-defunct) Work-Life Balance Trust!  It’s impossible, in this current era we find ourselves in, to have it all, after all.  Whew!  – can we now toss this phrase, please?  & can we now start seriously talking about how to make this life work out better for both boys & girls?  Because after all, the prospect of no more babies goes against our – you guessed it – fundamental primate nature.

& (surprise!), we grandmas just might have something to say about this.  We weren’t born yesterday, ya know, & most of us aren’t yet confined to rocking chairs (not that grandmas ever were) – in fact, many grandmas are still doing that dance of trying to balance work & family (including aging parents), with our own added twist of figuring out how to best be helpful to our adult children & their families in these difficult times.

I don’t want my grandson to grow up needing or wanting to have it all.  I just want him to feel good about sharing the pie fairly with his family, his friends, & the rest of earth’s creatures.  If there’s a roadmap out there for this era, please send it our way, because it seems to me that the combination of economic recession, rapid climate change, & out-dated social values is challenging for us all.  Don’tcha think?

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*Some of us have been lucky to have a male primate in our lives who truly embraced sharing the load during those child rearing years…with deep appreciation to R.

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A Kitchen Facing West

Have you noticed how the light has changed in the past few days?  & the new edge to the morning fog?  Technically we’re still in the middle of summer, but I always thought it a little odd that our calendar starts summer at the solstice in June…it seems unfair that the days just get shorter after that.  Not that I believe life is fair.

Though the window over the top of my computer screen I’m enjoying the scraggly sunflowers along the back fence, back-lit by the late afternoon sun.  In the kitchen, the half-lemon on the sill glows, next to my mother’s African violet (Saintpaulia ionantha)…sweet moments of appreciation.  I am alone here.  Soon I’ll have to adjust the blinds in order to keep writing, or maybe I’ll just get back to it later in the evening.  Or maybe not.

This is the first year I’ve planted sunflowers & I now know that you don’t pinch off the tips like you do with salvias.  Other than the (lovely-even-in-struggle) sunflowers, the back fence has been inhabited primarily by volunteers since we cut the douglas fir trees down a few years ago…too much sap on our backyard fire pit stools.  R was upset.  We still haven’t decided on a replacement tree. I actually love supporting whatever decides to grow there though (well, not everything…the oak & cherry sprouts get pulled, as do some of the ‘weeds’).  I like the randomness of it all.  Maybe we don’t need a new tree.

In this late afternoon kitchen light, I’m in the middle of concocting dinner for a family in transition.  Ergo, I will not be alone for long.  My older daughter Z & grandson D will again be here soon for the night, & probably for a few nights after that until a new home is found & moved into.  She & her partner have separated.  Sometimes this is necessary – so many people know this.  In the long run, hopefully a good decision.  In the short run, it feels extremely difficult & stressful for all of us; trying to help it feel least so for D.

I walked with another, new Linda this morning (there’re alot of us around & most commonly of a certain generation…) – happy to show her my favorite park & harbor route. Each of our daughters’ called along the way, but we both said, later, love you.

Ahh, the changing light.

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Bats in Portland

Don’t worry, this isn’t about the Dark Knight.  Well, maybe it is about the dark night & the bats that may come with it.  Have you ever really thought about bats??  I hadn’t.

I took a much-needed 4-day mini-vacation in Oregon last week (- I know, you’re thinking, why on earth does someone who’s not ‘working’ need a vacation?  Well, we do & I did).  My friend Elli suggested one morning that we go to the Oregon Zoo in Portland. We headed off first (of course) to the primates of the “Fragile Forest” (i.e., our relatives who are rapidly headed for extinction), but the chimps (pan troglodytes) were resting & bored & I was miffed that there was no mention of bonobos (really?!).  & no mention either of evolution, in any of the zoo’s educational displays, even though the Association of Zoos & Aquariums statement on evolution supports “the important science education role…zoos and aquariums play in their communities.”  Geez.

Nevertheless, I loved visiting this pleasant & well-maintained zoo (in contrast to my last zoo experience in San Francisco…truly an embarrassment for that otherwise dynamic & artful Bay Area City).

The big surprise for me were the bats (Rousettus aegyptiacus).  Call me ignorant, but I had never realized that the bat wings were formed from 4 of the 5 fingers of this mammal’s hands. Maybe this is common knowledge to Batman fans – I dunno.  But as I watched these amazing creatures moving along strands of rope to & from the fruit hung as food in their home-cage, I figured out that the claw on what looked like the elbow (not) of their wing was actually the thumb of their hand – & that the rest of their fingers form the structure for their wings!

No doubt you already know that all tetrapods (the group of creatures made up of amphibians, reptiles, birds, and mammals – humans too) have the same pattern of four limbs & five fingers. That’s because we land-&-air creatures are all descended from a common fish ancestor who lived about 400 million years ago. Scientists theorize that there is no inherent benefit to having five digits as opposed to four or six or three…it was just the random nature of evolution up to the point when certain fish found breathing the increasing levels of oxygen in the air more beneficial than staying in the water; they eventually had descendants who ventured onto land & eventually into the air. Five digits were good enough then, & apparently were good enough to survive natural selection since then.  Personally, I’ve no doubt there was some reason that five worked best, & I’m on the lookout for new research that supports that notion…pentameter & pentagons & pentancles & all of that…

But hey, seriously, here in North American we really depend on bats for their role as insect-eaters.  In some parts of the U.S., a disease called white nose syndrome is killing off huge bat populations, with unknown consequences for local ecologies.  The zoo visit was a good reminder of this complex living earth we all share…change or lose one creature or plant or virus (& humans are already changing multitudes of things about our planet) & who knows what that change will lead to.

So, again, (& I can say it more easily here than for the rats): bats are our friends – fellow, mammalian (or even, for some, Hollywood) creatures!  & I haven’t even talked about how they see with their ears….

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A Rat On His Back

I was heading home the other day & a bicyclist rode by with a very large white rat on his shoulder, the long pink tail hanging down his bare back.  Man & rat, heading home together…it was a sweet sight.  I got my phone camara ready for a shot at the red light, but that wily guy slithered through the intersection & was gone in a flash…not unfamiliar behavior around these parts.

I’ve recently been engaged in my own private war with rats, so this encounter got me thinking. As you know, I have chickens (well, right now, one hen) & chickens, rats & humans have co-habitated for a long time.  A couple of months ago, there was no denying that this one hen was not the one consuming the immense volume of feed & water I was replenishing daily in the coop.  That very weekend, fat & happy with their lot & rapidly expanding extended families, those little (no, actually, very large & fat) grey rats started sauntering out in the late afternoon, casually chowing & slurping, 2,3,4,5…”What are those, Grandma?”  “Those are rats, honey – looks like they’ve moved into the Live Oak Avenue Coop Resort with all the relatives.”

From past experience, I know I have to have a strategy at Orchard Supply to avoid running into someone I know in the Pest & Poison aisle.  Aack!!…are you really going to kill something?  It’s appalling: I really do feel bad about it.  Even the ants.  But not bad enough to abandon my attack plan.  Three easy-to-set traps, guaranteed, peanut butter not included.  The rat clan really didn’t stand a chance.

Twelve rats, two days, & multiple plastic bags later (replete with surreptitious flinging of bags into a local park dumpster), I breathe a sigh of victory.  Hopefully the neighborhood cats can finish off the lingerers.

But then, the white rat appeared, & I thought, rats have a bad rap in our human world, & yes, I’m as guilty as the next guy in line at Orchard.  As with other so-called vermin, we assign them dark & sinister motives for the ways they negatively impact the daily rat race of our lives.  We hold them responsible for plagues (even though it was really the fleas). We’re disgusted by what we consider to be their innate sneaky & cunning behavior, & of course we all know people who seem to exhibit similar characteristics.  The grayer & larger they are, the more intense our aversion…e.g, that HUGE gross rat that startled me by slithering across my blanket as I cut class at Seabright beach during my first year at college was definitely a different species than the white bike-rider one (wasn’t it?); & those tiny little mice getting into the rice, while annoying, are definitely less creepy than their devious rat cousins (aren’t they?).

Don’t worry, I’m not planning to start a Save the Rats club.  But, in observing my own reactions & behavior (disgustingly noted above), it seems worth remembering that whatever we may think about them, these rats are just doing their best at living & providing for their families, just like we are, just like other vermin are, just like bunnies & dolphins & dogs & cats & polar bears & ants & chickens are.  Some people even have rats as pets! (..& by all accounts, they rival our favored pet varieties in all ways except: people think you’re a deviant if you have one.)

Thankfully, I think I’ve demonstrated my own lack of deviance with the mainstream of public opinion about rats.  Still, the image of that startlingly white rat mammal riding on the back of the tanned human mammal…well, I really wish I’d been able to to get that shot to share with you.

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funky thursday

I think I’m still in recovery from that last post.  I didn’t intend for it to be a tribute to Kelsey, but of course it seemed that way by publishing it on her birthday.  I’d been working on it for weeks – since the awful Shannon Collins tragedy in May – then the birthday crept up &, well, the mother in me couldn’t resist.  I guess it’s OK – no doubt I would never have written it but for her.

Sometimes I think I should stop reading the news – paper or otherwise.  The juxtaposition of this article about climate change (aka global warming) with this editorial rant against the concept of a vehicle mileage fee (an excellent idea btw) in the San Jose Mercury News had me aarrgghhing – then sighing & heading off to watch the first Project Runway program of its 10th anniversary season …I know, lame.  Michael Kors – ugh, booorriing!  On the other hand, fashion maven I am not!  Honestly, this is the only ‘reality’ show I ever watch.

I like this show because these quite talented (mostly young) people work hard coming up with wow (a la Heidi) designs by madly cutting things up with scissors & doing crafty things with (mostly) common fabric.  Just a few days ago I made cushions for the backyard campfire pit stools inspired by Mondo Guerra who should’ve won Season 8 – daughter Z & I were so upset we refused to watch Season 9 (haha, actually I just totally forgot about it last year).  The fabric had been languishing on the sewing shelf for months…years actually. They turned out great.  It only took me a weeks to gather the energy to re-learn how to run my relatively new, computerized sewing machine (60th birthday present) – how to wind the bobbins & dial in the right stitch (definitely an argument against choice)…(not Choice)…but I managed. Yay.  Now to muster up the energy to have people over one of these lovely Santa Cruz evenings to actually sit on them & enjoy a polish & pyro.  These lovely cushions will now protect your party jeans from the Douglass Fir sap on the tree stump stools, which incredibly are still oozing five years after (sadly) being cut down.  Raise your hand if you are willing to volunteer for the first wave!

OK, I’m done for tonight.  Usually you can count on me to spend more time & effort on these posts, but to give you a break after that last one, I think I’ll just fling those standards into the unpredictable winds of life & post this right now.  I promise to exert more control over myself next time.

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Schizophrenia Quartet

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A recent Facebook post asserted that “FB is schizophrenic…enough to make my head spin…!” A local hospital administrator misused the term in a public presentation, and a recent letter in the local paper ‘accuses’ U.S Supreme Court Chief Justice Roberts of having schzophrenia because of his position on the Affordable Care Act.  Many people use the word ‘schizophrenic’ as if it means ‘split personality’.  It doesn’t.

People who have schizophrenia, a serious brain disorder, have difficulty organizing their thoughts and experience a disconnect with reality, often together with intense fears and/or fantasies.  Psychosis and delusions associated with schizophrenia can be severe and disabling.  The disease manifests itself in different ways that can include catatonia, hallucinations, social isolation, incoherent speech, inability to organize sensory input (“losing my mind”), lack of self care, and emotional flatness.  Generally speaking, 1% of all people in the world have schizophrenia, irrespective of social class, culture, education, family functionality, or environment.

Similar to other chronic diseases, it is currently thought that activation of a hereditary predisposition for schizophrenia is caused by a not-yet-understood, seemingly random interplay between genetic and environmental factors. The latter may include stress, viruses, head injury, in-vitro stimuli or illness, and/or substance abuse.  Non-human primates do not show evidence of this brain disorder; new research provides evidence that schizophrenia evolved exclusively humans due to our more complex brain structure.

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In May, a popular Santa Cruz downtown shop owner, Shannon Collins, was killed in a random stabbing by a person with a long history of paranoid schizophrenia, a specific type of schizophrenia which can be associated with violence toward oneself and others.  This person had recently been discharged from a state prison mental health facility due to a random clerical error which legally required his release (- the law is now being changed). Subsequent to this premature discharge, he had apparently tried to get readmitted to the locked hospital because, according to his brother, he was afraid and believed he wasn’t ‘ready’ to be on his own.

I am deeply appreciative of the compassion shown by Ms. Collins’ family in the face of others’ willingness to resort to stereotypes about people with mental illness, and/or people who may be homeless.  Our state mental health system is being dismantled, and what remains seems often to be only the criminal justice system or the streets.  It’s not difficult to imagine that this terrible tragedy, and others associated with serious mental illness, might have been averted at so many points along the way.  While it is painful and most often not helpful to get stuck in ‘what if’ scenarios of past events, they inevitably affect our understanding of what is, and how things could possibly be better in the future.

The incidence of violence associated with mental illness is the same as the incidence of violence in the general population.  Substance abuse can affect both.

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I will never forget the first time I heard the word “schizophrenia” in reference to our younger daughter Kelsey.  It was during a meeting with a psychiatric nurse following K’s third hospital admission in less than two weeks.  By then, we were only beginning to learn about mental illness and psychosis, and our awareness of schizophrenia at that point was pretty much derived from media stereotypes.

In the springtime of her first year of college, at age 19, Kelsey experienced a psychotic breakdown.  She had enough self-awareness to call 911 and was admitted into a nearby hospital.  After three brief periods of hospitalization, in Ohio and Santa Cruz, our daughter was diagnosed with schizophreniform disorder -a common initial diagnosis when symptoms of schizophrenia have been evident for less than 6 months.  She said she felt like she had lost her soul.  She died by suicide one week after being discharged from that third hospital stay, one month after she first called 911.  One third of all people with schizophrenia attempt suicide.  About 10% succeed.

Today is her birthday – she would have been 28.

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A couple of years after Kelsey died, I worked as a volunteer with the Mental Health Client Action Network, a well-established peer support group in Santa Cruz, and talked with many people and families who live with serious mental illness.  They often struggle to not have illness define their entire lives – in the same way that people who have diabetes might struggle with that.  Many of them had never talked with anyone outside of their own families about it because of shame and fear of stigma – unlike diabetes.

One in four adults experience some form of serious mental illness every year, and mental illness is one of the three primary reasons for homelessness.  There is good evidence that medication, peer support, housing, and work opportunities can help people recover and live satisfying lives with these illnesses.

postscript

Misuse of words like schizophrenia and schizophrenic adds to the already heavy burden of pain and isolation that people with mental illness often feel.

Tina Brown’s opening column in this week’s Newsweek features the article iCrazy and includes a quote from a subsequent article about Syria: “Syria, I realized, has become a schizophrenic place; a place where people’s realities no longer connect.”  This is the first time I’ve ever heard the term used more-or-less correctly in non-mental health oriented public forum.

Let’s make sure that our colloquialisms connect with reality.

– thank you to Suzanne and my family for their thoughtful feedback on an earlier draft of this post.

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Evolution Is Not Progress

image by Zephyr Pfotenhauer

Don’t worry, I haven’t become a creationist! But for heaven’s sake, can we please stop using this misleading evolution graphic?? AND all the endless permutations of the same misleading “progress of man” theme…OK, some of them are funny, & some are probably an appropriate commentary on the silly notion of evolutionary progress, but enough already! BBC, bloggers, even the Leakey Foundation for heaven’s sake – get a grip on the latest!  We know this isn’t how it happened, & I know we can come up with something more accurate & trendy.

First of all – duh – our ancestors weren’t all male & they certainly weren’t caucasian. Secondly, some of our ancestors were on average taller than humans. Third, one of our closest cousins, the Neanderthals, had larger brains (note to self: no more labeling a dense person a neanderthal). Fourth, there wasn’t any kind of straight-line progression from our common ancestor with chimpanzees & bonobos (6-7 million years ago) to Australopithecus, Homo erectus, Neanderthals, & Homo sapiens. In fact, the hominin family ‘bush’ looks sorta like a favorite Italian dish:

Caroline Vansickle, An Updated History of the Human Pelvis, American Scientist, November 2016. "Mapping the Path of Human Evolution: Paleoanthropologists used to think that the evolution of our species was a simple one-way street, with early hominins such as Ardipithecus at the start and modern humans at the end. But as more fossil species have been found, the map of our past has been expanded, revealing new pathways and hominin species we never expected to be part of the map. Today, when paleoanthropologists describe evolutionary relationships among fossil hominins, the result is a complicated arrangement of two-way streets, dead ends, and new roads with species whose connections with the rest of the map are not yet clear, as indicated by the cloud cover that obscures some areas. Illustration by Barbara Aulicino."

Notice that some of the noodles are cut off – extinctions of some of our ancestors. Notice too that some show clouded areas – maybe more extinctions? maybe that hominin line continues to evolve into other hominins, into humans? …we don’t know for sure, yet. We may never know. Primate fossils are hard to come by, which is why when a new one is uncovered (most likely in Africa) , it’s always big news. But we do know that we had many close relatives over the past 6-7 million years, and that we are the only one, the only hominin, still living on earth.

So next time you see something like this  – & it’s ubiquitous, believe me – instead remember spaghetti…it’s our human primate heritage.

[updated 9/8/19]

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