Relational Disconnection as a Mental Illness

Indigenous psychology views things differently. Within indigenous communities, being bad for the community—harming another in any significant manner—is a sign of illness. Whether robbery, assault, or murder, harming another is believed to be rooted in relational and emotional disconnection (Ross, 2006). Consequently, justice has to do with repairing relationships—restoring respectful and caring connection—toward self, others, community, landscape, and the unseen spiritual world. Healing circles are formed to determine the best course for repairing a particular situation.

Relational Disconnection As Mental Illness

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Luna Marie – You Learn

You Learn-

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts,
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans.
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…

That you really are strong.

And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.

Teach & Release

You will teach them to fly , but they will not fly your flight .

You will teach them to dream , but they will not dream your dream .

You will teach them to live , but they will not live your life .

Nevertheless , in every flight , in every life , in every dream , the print of the way you taught them will remain …

~ Mother Teresa ~

Artist Credit : JinWoo Kim

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Child Sex Abuse , Is not exempt in any religion and always covered up

https://roanoke.com/news/national/former-mayor-mormon-bishop-accused-of-sex-abuse-of-children/article_2f81fec5-28af-5b9a-82d9-40c754fa5f94.html

Men o pause : Freedom

“No longer do I bleed

Nor children bear

An unseen enigma

That arouses fear

But listen closely

When I say these words

I’m now more powerful

With a scream that

Pierces the veil as

I grab hold of a potency

You’ll never see coming

Ignore me, berate me

But don’t turn your back on me for

I’m rising into a power

You can’t even imagine

Much less see or understand

You’ll beg for my days of bleeding

My days of fertility

My days of youth and motherhood

For those you could control

Too late, those parts are

Transitioning and destined

To be held in the past with my old life

I am a new woman becoming

A woman who holds

Her wise blood within

And with that comes a wisdom

And power that should send

Chills through you as

I lift my skirts and let lose

A guttural scream

As the new me births

For I am free

I am Finally free!”

Poem: Menopause as Rebellion, Arlene Bailey ©2022. Poem from the upcoming anthology from Girl God Books, The Crone Initiation and Invitation: Women Speak on the Menopause Journey.

Art: Aleah Chapman

She Who Is : The Calling

This is one I am not going to even try to quantify – I feel strongly that either you’ll get it, or you won’t (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s also one that is so deeply personal, I hesitate in sharing it. Which is almost always an indicator that I should.

Where it comes from is some place beyond words, in the depth of me where the knowing resides. It is a song of the spirit that many of us hear, cosmic and born of stars, and it’s been with us since birth. It guides our lives and path, that we are here for something far greater, and many of us spend our entire lives seeking it out.

It is the search for the ineffable that exists beyond everything we know. Our raison d’etre. We get glimpses of it during our lives, something touches it’s resonance, we touch the hem of it – and we know that we know that we know. And we know that we know that they know.

It is deep calling unto deep.

And there are others hearing that same song, feeling that same pull, and though we are all of that same source, our corporeal senses are not always engaged so that we easily recognize that this isn’t just a subjective, singular experience.

That there are others, and even within our reach was the impetus for it, however. As a reminder that at any given moment, the woman next to us may be feeling and reacting to this same sense-beyond-sense, we are not alone.

“For I see through a glass darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known.”

No, we are not alone.

“The Calling”

Mixed Media

2022

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Waiting : Patience is Prayer

READ THIS IT’S BEAUTIFUL

The fate of a mother is to wait for her children. You wait for them when you’re pregnant.

You wait on them when they get out of school. You wait on for them to get home after a night out.

You wait on them when they start their own lives.

You wait for them when they get home from work to come home to a nice dinner.

You wait for them with love, with anxiety and sometimes with anger that passes immediately when you see them and you can hug them.

Make sure your old mom doesn’t have to wait any longer.

Visit her, love her, hug the one who loved you like no one else ever will.

Don’t make her wait, she’s expecting this from you.

Because the membranes get old but the heart of a mother never gets old.

Love her as you can.

No person will love you like your mother will.

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The Walrus, the Carpenter- Dr Craig Childress

Many years ago, I fell down the rabbit hole to here and discovered all you parents and your children trapped.

I also found a large menagerie of curious creatures surrounding you in the Wonderland of the family courts, parenting coordinators, “reunification therapists” (there’s no such thing), custody evaluators, GALs, and experts-experts-experts everywhere you look.

You can’t turn around in the Wonderland of here without bumping into an “expert.”

You were trapped in Wonderland of crazy. I had to get you back out to the real world. The creatures of Wonderland, including your “experts”, don’t want you to leave… with your money, they covet your money.

They’ll seek to hold you trapped.

We’re leaving… we’ve left.

Not one more child. We are not losing one more child. We are not losing your child… specifically. We are OUT of Wonderland.

The Red Queen of forensic psychology and the hookah smoking caterpillars of your “experts” will try to keep you from leaving.

Leave.

There is another path – a choice. Established knowledge and clinical psychology, assessment, diagnosis, and treatment.

You want a written treatment plan – google mental health treatment plans and read the top two returns – you want one of those please.

Don’t follow the Walrus and Carpenter little parental clams, or they’ll eat you for their supper and throw your empty shells away.

Walrus & the Carpenter (Childress, 2019)

https://drcraigchildressblog.com/2019/11/17/the-walrus-the-carpenter/

Craig Childress, Psy.D.

Clinical Psychologist, CA PSY 18857

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