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Put Your Politics Aside And Honor Military Members This Memorial Day On May 27th

My Gramps came from a long line of family members serving in the Military, and he took such pride in serving America. I admired him for all the pain he carried inside that he wouldn’t discuss which is common for those who served during a war. Before he shipped out to Germany, he was called to protect the Panal Canal after Pearl Harbor. He had so many great memories from his time there. He loved to tell the story of his buddy having a pet monkey and the crazy stunts the Air Force did.

At the core, he was a soldier who fought for America’s Freedom. All military members deserve our gratitude regardless of your politics, that doesn’t play into your thoughts of the men and women who have served our country for our Freedom!

The area I am most concerned about is the number of homeless Veterans, addiction, and the lack of PTSD support. We must follow our commitment to support all military members for the sacrifices they made.

It’s most important to remember the families who live a nomadic life as a military family which can create cracks in their marriage. There’s a backstory.

I admire all of the military for protecting my freedoms as a Proud American.

 

Melinda

The videos are by Toby Keith, God rest his soul. Your impact on our lives is felt every day.

The first video is Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue and the second is Made In America.

 

 

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Daddy was 52 on 2/22/1992

I’m reposting for Mental Health Awareness Month because I feel it’s important to share. Suicide is a voodoo subject and it is a fragile subject yet we must learn to talk about it, and then do the best we can to learn on the fly. Be patient and don’t judge or tell anyone what to do, instead ask during a casual conversation, not all in a row, or they will put up a wall. Simple questions like “How was your week”, or “Is there anything I can do for you?”. Simple questions that blend naturally during a conversation, a grilling will get you nowhere. 

Melinda 5/21/24

I’m reposting this because May is Mental Health Awareness Month and think it’s important to acknowledge those who have committed suicide or try to understand those who might. As I’ve said many times, you will not change a person’s mind if they are determined to kill themselves but you can hopefully intervene early enough to get them the help they need. I was not able to do that for my father.

Don’t ever give up, no matter how hard you have been pushed away, try another route. Just keep trying.

Melinda 5/29/21

Below is a post written in 2014

My father suffered from Mental Illness his entire life. When he was a teen, the Doctor told Granny he was hyperactive and gave him tranquilizers. I doubt he took one pill.

Estranged since I was thirteen years old, I could not look my abuser in the eye. Daddy started calling when I was 28 years old. He was delusional, talking in sentences that made no sense. I picked up he needed money, and I started paying his bills. He said he was going to kill himself and kept rambling. I could not get through to him. I did not tell anyone in my family either.  He was so far gone, he could not process what I was saying.

On February 22, 1992, my father took his life. I felt overwhelming guilt. Unsure how my Granny would react to me not telling her. It’s a guilt I’ll carry to my grave. At 28 years old it was hard to feel pain and remember the past and having a closed casket funeral made it harder.

In the note, he asked me to handle the arrangements. I did what I’d always done, I stuffed my emotions down, acted strong, and got it done. Many people have a Mental Illness or have a relative who suffers to those who have experienced suicide in the family who suffer in silence. Healing from child abuse is difficult, it can feel impossible when the abuser is a parent. I never told my grandparents about my father sexually abusing me.

Every day is one step in forward motion. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder at 19 years old and didn’t seek treatment until I was 28 years old, after his death. I read that children who have a parent or family history of Mental Illness have a 75% chance of committing suicide.

I’ve mostly healed since my father’s death. I forgave him long ago but you never forget. I hope you can take the first step and reach for support. There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Melinda

 

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Baby Reindeer (2024) By Good Friend Noir

Gavin and I have known each other since 2013 and know each other well, all the trauma we share and the joy we try to capture. He’s dear to me. The Netflix movie Baby Reindeer shows how predators work themselves into your life and your children’s lives. Many of you know what it’s like to have a predator in your life, I sure do. I’m not clear on the age range targeted, not sure it’s appropriate for young children but this information will help not only you but also your children. Watch together and discuss afterward, maybe a breakthrough conversation will come from seeing the movie. 
 
 
Thanks, Gavin.
 
Melinda
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Quote of the Day By Guest Blogger Don’t Lose Hope

This short post from Don’t Lose Hope hit home and I know it with many of the women in the community. 
 
 
Melinda
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Clean Air Month

Clean Air Month is observed each year across the United States during May. The month focuses on ways we can contribute to making our air cleaner. There has also been a renewed focus on improving the quality of indoor air. In addition, the day brings to light the many ways in which we can reduce our carbon footprints and keep in check our use of fuels and other non-renewable energies.

Clean Air Month is an important observance as it encourages people to make our planet greener, healthier, and more liveable for future generations. By putting in the time and effort, we can significantly contribute to making the air cleaner.

 

HISTORY OF CLEAN AIR MONTH

Clean Air Month is observed in May each year in association with the American Lung Association. It started as a week-long event in 1972 and turned into a month-long one in 1994. Clean Air Month awareness campaigns aim to educate everyone about the impact of air pollutants and the importance of clean air for a healthy life. The celebrations also encourage people to adopt steps to improve air quality, both locally and globally.

Clean Air Month also celebrates the improvements that have been made to make the air cleaner in the last 40 years since the campaign kicked off. The Clean Air Act, initiated by Clean Air Month, was included in legislation in 1970. Poor air quality can have serious repercussions on one’s health and can pave the way for cancer, bronchitis, allergies, and asthma. Poor air quality has also been linked to the deterioration of our emotional and mental well-being.

Every time we reduce our carbon footprint, we reduce pollutants that can lead to more serious health problems.

Melinda

References:

https://nationaltoday.com/clean-air-month/

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Nightmare By Guest Blogger For the Love of Sam

 
A must-read for those grieving or who may support her so she can grow in her journey. 
 
Look for a Blogger Highlight on For the Love of Sam soon. 
 
Melinda
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Just Pondering

What is currently filling your heart?

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Melinda

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The Messy, Complicated Truth About Grief

IDEAS TED TALKS

May 1, 2019 / Nora McInerny

Mourning the loss of a loved one isn’t efficient, compact or logical, and it changes us forever, says writer Nora McInerny. She explains why.

I quit my job shortly after my husband Aaron died in 2014 following three years with brain cancer. It made sense in the moment, but I needed money to keep my son and myself alive so I went to a networking event to hopefully make connections. I was introduced to a successful woman in her early 70s who everyone referred to as a “legend.” She wanted to meet me for coffee and I thought, “What could she possibly see in me?”

What she saw in me was herself. She had been 16 when her boyfriend died. He was her first love and they were teenagers in a different era, when it was perfectly plausible that you would be married after high school. Instead, he went to the hospital one day and never came back. She learned later that he’d died of cancer, which his parents had kept secret from him and from his friends. They didn’t know how to talk about it, and they didn’t want him or his friends to worry.

This boy had died decades ago. She was married, a mother and a grandmother. And she told me about his death as if it had happened weeks ago, as if she were still 16, still shocked and confused that her beloved was gone and she’d not had a chance to say goodbye. Her grief felt fresher than mine did, because I didn’t feel anything yet.

The only guarantee about grief is that however you feel right now, you will not always feel this way.

Time is irrelevant to grief. I cannot tell you that it will feel better or worse as time goes by; I can just tell you that it feels better and worse as time goes by. The only guarantee is that however you feel right now, you will not always feel this way.

There are days when Aaron’s death feels so fresh that I cannot believe it. How can he be gone? How can it be that he will forever be 35 years old? Likewise, there are days when his death feels like such a fact of my life I can hardly believe that he was ever not dead. I thought I would be able to control the faucets of my emotions — that certain days (his birthday, his deathiversary) would be drenched in meaning, and most days would not.

I wish that were the case; I wish we could relegate all our heaviest grieving to specific days of the year. It would certainly be more efficient. Instead, I know that I have some friends who will understand perfectly when I call them to say that the entire world feels heavy, that I’ve been crying for reasons I can’t quite explain other than that I am alive and Aaron is not, and the reality of that happened to hit me in the deodorant aisle, when I spotted Aaron’s favorite antiperspirant. I bought a stick for myself, so that my armpits and his armpits would be forever connected.

In 2017, Lady Gaga released her Joanne album, named for an aunt who died before she was even born. The titular song is 100 percent guaranteed to make you cry, and it’s written about someone Lady Gaga never even met. In her Netflix documentary, Gaga: Five Foot Two, she plays the song for her grandmother and bawls uncontrollably. Her grandmother listens to the song, watches Gaga weep, and thanks her for the song. She does not shed a tear. Their grief — even for the same person — is different. The roots of grief are boundless. They can reach back through generations. They are undeterred by time, space or any other law you try to apply to them.

The woman I met had lived far more of her life without that boyfriend than with him. Time had not healed that wound, and it never will.

A common adage is “time heals all wounds.” It is true physically, which I am grateful for because I am typing this while hoping the tip of my thumb fuses back together after an unfortunate kitchen accident involving me attempting to cook a potato. But it is not true mentally or emotionally. Time is cruel. Time reminds me of how long Aaron has been gone, which isn’t a comfort to me.

The woman I met for coffee had lived far more of her life without that boyfriend than she had with him. Her grandchildren were now the same age she’d been when she lost him. Time had not healed that wound, and it never will. If you’re still sad, that’s because it’s still real. They are still real. Time can change you, and it will. But it can’t change them, and it won’t.

And here’s some advice for the grief adjacent. For you, time marches on, steadily and reliably. A year is just a year. A day is just a day. You are not aware of the number of days it’s been since they took their last breath or said their last word. You’re not mentally calculating when the scales of time tip, and more of your life has been lived without them than was lived with them.

We do not move on from the dead people we love or the difficult situations we’ve lived through. We move forward, but we carry it all with us.

You may be tempted to tell the grieving to move on. After all, it’s been weeks. Years. Decades. Surely this cannot still be the topic of conversation. Surely, at this point, they must have moved on? Nope.

But, you may be thinking, “This person has gotten married again or had another baby! They have so many good things in their life, this one awful thing can’t possibly still be relevant … can it?”

We do not move on from the dead people we love or the difficult situations we’ve lived through. We move forward, but we carry it all with us. Some of it gets easier to bear, some of it will always feel Sisyphean. We live on, but we are not the same as we once were. This is not macabre or depressing or abnormal. We are shaped by the people we love, and we are shaped by their loss.

“Why are they still sad?” you may think. Because this is a sad thing, and always will be.

Excerpted from the new book The Hot Young Widows Club: Lessons on Survival from the Front Lines of Grief by Nora McInerny. Reprinted with permission from TED Books/Simon & Schuster. © 2019 Nora McInerny.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nora McInerny has a lot of jobs. She is the reluctant cofounder of the Hot Young Widows Club (a program of her nonprofit, Still Kickin), the bestselling author of the memoirs “It’s Okay To Laugh”, “Crying Is Cool Too”, and “No Happy Endings” and the host of the award-winning podcast “Terrible, Thanks for Asking.” McInerny is a master storyteller known for her dedication to bringing heart and levity to the difficult and uncomfortable conversations most of us try to avoid, and also for being very tall. 

 Melinda

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Child Abuse Awareness Month-Let’s Get Real!

We all hear the statistics, the horrific stories, and the number of innocent deaths. I thought I would take a different approach to Child Abuse Awareness.

The world children/teens live in today is crazy, addictive, and controlled by Social Media/friends. Preparing your child/teen for this world has to start early and can be done in a natural more conversational way.

All those “conversations” you would like to avoid can be easily taught through their activities. Kids are fighting and saying bad things to each other on TV, take a minute to mute the show and reinforce that behavior is not acceptable and we don’t act like that. Quick conversations, not ones that get them bored and waiting to watch the show. Those little conversations will build up in the kid’s mind.

While your teen watches the news or a TV program with you, look for opportunities to ease into a learning experience. If the story is about sexual assault and they are of the age to understand, open a conversation with some low-key questions but don’t bombard them, maybe 1-2 questions. Pick the right time to ask more, and keep it as a normal conversation and not an inquisition. There are so many questions to ask but you have to approach it naturally unless more is needed.

The one key to teaching children is that if you are smoking or drinking, and living in a violent home life Please don’t tell them not to do the same. You’ve already set an example.

I feel for all parents who are dealing with this crazy world of Social Media. Form a small group of mothers to discuss safety and security with, you can learn from each other.

Melinda

 

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18 Years Old, Married, Divorced and Still Resentful 32 Years Later

Original post 7/2014

In life, there are times when memories seem like yesterday and others a lifetime ago. This is a lifetime ago memory buried in deep resentment and anger. It’s an oxymoron. I’ve had difficult challenges, growing up, and staying alive was a challenge. I’m at peace in life now. I worked through the bitterness of abuse but forgot this memory I buried so deeply that I forgot about it until yesterday.

I was married in August of 1981, I was 18 years old.

We played house until it got rough, and the decision to get a divorce came on the way to his parents for Thanksgiving. We didn’t separate, just kept skating on thin ice. Spring rolls around and race season starts. Where the money came from to pay for the races was a mystery to me and there wasn’t even prize money!

One of my dearest friends died around the same time, an elderly man who was having a heart attack hit him at a high rate of speed. Steve and I dated and remained close friends after breaking up. He was a special person, the type who brings sparkle to your life. For reasons I’ll never understand his mother called and asked me to come over to talk about Steve. I spent weeks consoling her and internalizing my grief.

The stress was more than my body could handle. I had a miscarriage two weeks later. It was a Friday night, I had no idea I was pregnant nor did I know what a miscarriage was. I’m in excruciating pain, still not processing why there was so much blood. We arrive at the hospital and since it’s Friday, several shooting victims are ahead of me. I lay across several chairs, bleeding and crying. Finally in a room but still waiting, I go to the bathroom.

I lost the baby in the toilet at the hospital and a part of me died that night, it’s a place inside I have never been before or since. Staring at the fetus, it was developed since I was 4 months along, it looked like a miniature baby. Even now it brings up feelings I don’t understand. I walked out of the bathroom, dead inside and when a nurse walked by, I said there was a baby in the toilet and kept walking.

The nurse then brings the fetus into the room in a jar and puts it by my head. Can I hand you a knife so you can stab me? I stayed overnight, and my husband went home. He never acknowledged the baby, in fact, he didn’t say anything. He was scheduled to leave for a race the next morning, and I knew he was not canceling his plans. I had to call someone the next morning to come get me.

Looking back it was a blessing. I was not ready for single motherhood and the cycle of abuse could have repeated itself. I know this in my heart. I don’t understand the resentment. I’m 50 yrs. old, and 18 was a long time ago. I’ve moved on from worse pain physically and mentally.

The only logic I can find is the baby came out of my body, I saw it clearly because no blood came out. The resentment is he never acknowledged the baby, my pain and loss, held me, let me cry, told me it was ok, or canceled the race.

I’ve never talked about this experience, it was truly locked away. I have to work through the feelings of resentment. That’s not who I am today.

Warrior

Today, Sunday, April 2024, I cried and went to a painful place reading this.

 

 

 

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You’re Stupid She Said

Originally posted in 2022

You’re stupid, that’s what my mother always said to me growing up. Stupid, like an idiot, like a person that can’t do anything? Is that what you mean? I would think to myself. This was not a rare occurrence but daily. She wanted me to believe it and it pissed her off that I would not give in. 

One morning I walked into our kitchen and she yelled at me “You stupid slut!” She didn’t like the jeans I had on. So she proceeds to berate me and walk toward me. I’m 12 years old and have not hit her back until this day. 

She comes over and grabs my hair and starts yelling and yelling while hitting me and pushing me. I snapped and hit her right in the head. Like lightning out of nowhere, in comes my step-father who is 6’2″ and 220 and he hits me right in the mouth. Busting up my entire mouth since I had braces, and blood all over my face. 

Think about it, a grown man hitting a 90-pound 12-year-old girl with a mouth full of braces. I’m not sure I said a word the whole time, just let it play out like the other times only today was the first time he hit me. 

I walked to my room and by lunch, I was black and blue. Of course, I couldn’t go to school because the teachers would see the damage, and our storybook life would end. My step-father came home from work with a hamburger for lunch and I couldn’t eat. What the hell was he thinking!  

 

 

I was able to go to school three days later and still had visible marks around my mouth. I acted like nothing was wrong until my music teacher called me into the hall and asked what happened to my mouth. I said the door hit me, and she was insistent that I go see the School Counselor. I told her that I would not go talk to anyone and she stood me down in that hallway until I went to the counselor’s office. 

Walking through the counselor’s door, I said I had to call my Granny first. I had never told them my mother was abusing me. So I wanted her to know that I was in trouble. She would know what that meant for me. More beatings. She had her suspicions but never could pin down anything concrete

The next day Child Protective Services showed up at school and I got called out of class for extensive questioning. Now it was going to get very ugly and I would be on the losing end.  

I told them everything that happened and that hitting me was commonplace. I answered their questions as they filled out the forms and that was it. Until one day after school, two women showed up at our house. Now it’s really going to get ugly. 

They come in and my mother is so calm and cool. She asked them why they were there and what the problem was. My life took a dive for the worst and I thought it couldn’t get any worse. My mother proceeded to tell them that I was mentally unstable and that she was in the process of having me committed to the State Mental Hospital. They leave completely satisfied while I wait in my room. She had lied to them right out the door. 

After my step-father hit me what could she do to make it hurt worse? Kill me? She knocked me around the room and set off a chain of events. Not long after that fateful day, I got permission to live with my dad who was 50 miles away. I packed up a few belongings, told my brother goodbye, and off in silence I went.  

I bought this Warhol years ago, it hangs in my office and it’s a positive reinforcement. 

Melinda

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How to Start the Healing Process When You Have Been Sexually Assaulted

Dealing with the aftermath of sexual assault is a long and often difficult journey, but you know what? Every long journey starts with a single step, and you can start to heal, when you are ready, by making a small move on the journey to recovery. 

That being the case, here are some of the most vital steps to help you heal after you have been assaulted. Start where you can, do not rush yourself and, most of all, be kind to yourself every step of the way.

  1. Acknowledge Your Experience

The first step is often the hardest: acknowledging what happened. It’s okay to feel a storm of emotions—anger, sadness, confusion—it’s all normal. Recognizing your feelings is not about finding immediate peace but about giving yourself permission to feel whatever you need to feel. You’re not ignoring the wound; you’re starting to treat it.

  1. Reach Out for Support

Healing is not a journey you should walk alone. Reach out to friends, family, or support groups who can provide emotional scaffolding on your healing journey. Sometimes, just talking about what happened with someone who listens without judgment can bring immense relief. If opening up to loved ones feels too daunting, organizations and helplines can offer support with confidentiality and care.

  1. Consider Professional Help

Navigating the emotional aftermath of sexual assault can feel like trying to solve a Rubik’s cube, blindfolded. This is where professionals such as therapists or counselors come in—they’re trained to help you work through complex emotions and trauma. Think of them as guides in a tangled forest who can help you find your way through.

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  1. Engage with the Legal Process

It’s always hard to decide whether or not you want to report your sexual assault, but if you think it would be an empowering thing for you to do, and you feel like you will be able to talk to the police and deal with the sexual assault defense team okay then it could be a milestone that will help you start to get on the rod to recovery. Just make sure you have lots of support when you make that report, and throughout the ongoing process. If you don’t feel you can report, then do not beat yourself up about it – you need to do what’s right for you.

  1. Create a Self-Care Routine

Healing is not only about dealing with the trauma but also about taking care of your overall well-being. Create a self-care routine that nourishes both your body and mind. Whether it’s yoga, reading, or spending time in nature, find activities that bring you peace and a sense of normalcy. Self-care is your personal recharge button—press it regularly.

  1. Set Boundaries

After an assault, your sense of personal space and safety can feel violated. Setting boundaries is a way to reclaim control. Be clear about what you are and aren’t comfortable with—this could be with people, places, or activities. It’s okay to say no; it’s okay to need space. You’re the boss of your boundaries.

  1. Celebrate Small Victories

On the road to recovery, every small step is a victory worth celebrating. It could be as simple as getting through a day without a flashback, or as big as attending a social event. Acknowledge and celebrate these milestones. They are signs of your strength and resilience.

Recovery is possible, but take it one step at a time and look after yourself!

This is a collaborative post.

Melinda

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Different Types of Workwear Across Industries & Their Importance

In the dynamic landscape of various industries, one common thread unites them all: the significance of appropriate workwear. Whether you’re navigating the bustling floors of a factory, crunching numbers in a corporate setting, or braving the elements outdoors, the right attire plays a crucial role in ensuring safety, comfort, and efficiency. Let’s delve into the diverse array of workwear across different sectors and understand why it matters.

Understanding the Varied Needs

 

Factory and Construction Sites

In the bustling environments of factories and construction sites, safety takes center stage. Workwear here isn’t just about looking the part; it’s about protection from hazards like heavy machinery, falling objects, and electrical accidents. Key components often include:

  • Hard Hats – Shielding workers from overhead impacts.
  • High-Visibility Clothing – Ensuring visibility in low-light conditions.
  • Steel-Toed Boots – Guarding feet against crushing injuries.

Healthcare and Medical Fields

In hospitals and clinics, where precision and hygiene are paramount, workwear serves a dual purpose: safeguarding both patients and practitioners. Garments are designed for easy movement, cleanliness, and infection control. Common items include:

  • Scrubs – Lightweight, easy-to-clean attire worn by medical professionals. The best scrub set can make a massive difference.
  • Lab Coats – Providing an extra layer of protection against spills and contaminants.
  • Disposable Gloves – Minimizing the risk of cross-contamination.

Corporate Offices

In the world of corporate offices and professional settings, workwear often reflects the company culture while maintaining a polished appearance. While less focused on physical protection, attire still plays a role in projecting professionalism and confidence. Common staples include:

  • Business Suits – Classic ensembles exuding authority and professionalism.
  • Blazers and Dress Shirts – Versatile pieces suitable for meetings and presentations.
  • Closed-Toe Shoes – Completing the polished look while ensuring comfort during long hours.

The Importance of Appropriate Workwear

 

Safety First

Across all industries, safety remains the primary concern driving the choice of workwear. Whether it’s protecting against physical injuries, chemical exposure, or biological hazards, the right attire can mean the difference between a minor accident and a life-altering injury.

Enhanced Productivity

Comfortable workwear isn’t just about physical safety—it also impacts productivity. Clothing that allows for free movement and breathability can prevent fatigue and discomfort, enabling workers to focus on the task at hand without unnecessary distractions.

Professional Image

In client-facing roles, appearance matters. Well-fitted, appropriate attire not only reflects positively on the individual but also contributes to the overall reputation of the company. A polished appearance instills trust and confidence in clients and colleagues alike.

Choosing the Right Workwear

 

Assessing Job Requirements

Before selecting workwear, it’s crucial to understand the specific demands of the job. Consider factors such as:

  • Safety Regulations – Compliance with industry standards and regulations.
  • Environmental Conditions – Is the work primarily indoors or outdoors? Are there temperature extremes or exposure to hazardous substances?
  • Job Role – Does the job involve physical labor, client meetings, or a combination of both?

Comfort and Fit

Workwear should not only meet safety standards but also be comfortable to wear for extended periods. Look for garments made from breathable materials that allow for freedom of movement. Additionally, ensure proper sizing to prevent chafing or restricted mobility.

Durability and Maintenance

Investing in high-quality workwear pays off in the long run. Durable fabrics and reinforced seams can withstand the rigors of daily use, reducing the need for frequent replacements. Consider ease of maintenance as well—garments that are machine washable and quick-drying simplify upkeep.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

 

What are some common types of workwear?

Common types of workwear include hard hats, high-visibility clothing, and steel-toed boots for industries like construction; scrubs, lab coats, and disposable gloves for healthcare settings; and business suits, blazers, and closed-toe shoes for corporate offices.

What factors should be considered when choosing workwear?

When choosing workwear, factors such as safety regulations, environmental conditions, job roles, comfort, fit, durability, and maintenance requirements should be taken into account. It’s important to select garments that meet safety standards, provide comfort, and are easy to maintain.

Conclusion

In every industry, from construction sites to corporate boardrooms, the choice of workwear carries significant implications for safety, productivity, and professional image. By understanding the unique requirements of each sector and prioritizing comfort and functionality, employers can ensure that their workforce is equipped to excel in any environment. Whether it’s donning a hard hat on the factory floor or a crisp suit in the office, the right attire sets the stage for success. So, the next time you suit up for work, remember: it’s not just about what you wear—it’s about how it empowers you to thrive in your chosen field.

This is a collaborative post.

Melinda

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Tools to Help Navigate Trauma By Don’t Lose Hope

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Just Pondering

What is one place you would like to travel to by train?

Why do you think it’d be special to experience it this way?

 

Melinda

Field Guide by Stampington

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Balancing Side Effects And Quality Of Life

Every medication from OTC or from the pharmacy has side effects. Don’t fool yourself. Look at all the cough medication pulled from shelves recently. 

Those who take medication usually read the side effects, including long-term ones, and look for balance in their decision-making. You have to know the side effects and weigh them against the quality of life.

If you have taken a medication for a long time, it’s good to go back for a refresher of the side effects. That’s level ground, and you have to make choices. There is no wrong answer here, just facts.

If you are depressed and taking several medications, your Psychiatrist may suggest adding an Antipsychotic to your medication protocol. Read ALL side effects, including long-term, and balance that with quality of life. It was an easy decision for me because the life I was living wasn’t working.

Antipsychotic medications allowed me to live a better quality of life until I got Tardive Dyskensia, one of the most serious side effects, and I can not take Antipsychotics again. Taking the medication is one of the best medical decisions I’ve made.

Remember to call your doctor right away if you’re having difficult side effects, if you can not reach your doctor, go to the emergency room. Don’t use a Doc-in-a-Box, I don’t believe they are equipped to handle a mental health crisis. 

I’m having Brain Fog today, I hope this flows and makes sense. :)

Melinda

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Just Pondering

 

What a gift it is when something captures our attention while we are going through our everyday routines.

A flower growing in an unlikely place, a rainbow appearing in a puddle….. 

What is something that recently made you stop and take in its beauty?

Yesterday, I enjoyed two woodpeckers eating, we have 2 species of woodpeckers, one is tall and the other is a small Ladderback. They are so cool and happy to share food and birdbath.

Melinda

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What is the one routine you have that makes you feel content and satisfied?

Why do you value it so much?

 

Melinda

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I’m Mourning and She’s Still Alive

Originally posted in 2005

My grandmother passed away from Dementia from two strokes in 2005. I’m reposting for the caregivers dealing with a loved one with Alzheimer’s or Dementia. For those who have not been a caregiver, these posts may help you down the road. For the caregivers who give every ounce of energy, just one piece of advice if I may. Take time to clear your head, 10 or 30 minutes whatever you can for yourself each week. I did not have anyone to offer suggestions and had a brain drain after both of their deaths. My body was physically broken down. Due to the nature of the illness, it’s hard to take an eye off them, 24/7. I was fortunate we had hospice care for both of my grandparents. My grandfather was healthy enough to help my grandmother. 

I’m Morning and She’s Still Alive

As the caregiver for my grandparents, my hands are full yet my mind runs at a high level by switching to what I call “caregiver mode”. I can manage tons of information about what drugs they take, schedule appointments, discuss test results, or anything else needed to take care of two people who are dying and “switch back” when at home.

Before her fall and a broken hip, my grandmother knew me. Our conversations were limited but sharing memories with her made my day. She really enjoyed a photo book I put together with many photos of her beloved dog, Blackie. Thinking about Blackie always made her smile, even though he died twenty years ago she remembers him like it was today.

On the way to their house, last week tears started rolling down my face, I could not stop crying. It took a few minutes to figure out what was causing so much pain. My mind had switched to caregiver mode from granddaughter and realized my grandmother no longer knew me. We would not share our memories again. I knew the day would come and say prayers for the memories we shared. The realization was much harder to accept. I am in mourning and miss my grandmother so much.

Xx  M    aka Warrior

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Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see, it is what gives life its deeper significance.

Melinda

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The first thing I do every day?

 

For me, it’s making a cup of coffee.

Melinda

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The first book you remember reading?

I wasn’t interested in reading until my boarding school counselor gave me several books to read including Man Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. The book is a game changer.

The book was given to me at 13 years old and what sticks in my mind is how he survived the Holocaust Concentration Camps. He is a very strong man and is a great example of how we can take control of our lives.

Melinda

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Survivor & So Much More *First Posted 4/21/2014*

I am alive, happy, productive and helping other Survivors. Very Blessed. My childhood and teenage years where so difficult I truly believed suicide was the only answer. My first attempt was at 9 years old, I took all  the pills in my dad’s medicine cabinet. I got a buzz then my stomach pumped. Suicide was always on my mind since the abuse was everyday. If  it wasn’t physical abuse, it was constant mental abuse by my mother. At the same time I saw my mother physically and emotionally abused by my alcoholic stepfather.

At 13 years old I left my abusive life behind. It sounds great but you are so wounded you don’t want to look anyone in the eye, they may hit you or call you names. My mind stripped down and filled with trash, my mother took every drop of confidence I had. Over time my confidence grew and I started building who I am today. I did get called names and had a couple good fights . Sounds like any teenager trying spread their wings.

I have many unresolved emotions, responses and fears. Who doesn’t? What I can say for sure, I’m a survivor and so much more. Survivors have to dig really deep after being kicked down. It took years for me to discover what I liked and longer to get over my fear of failure.

My mother told me I was stupid all the time. I know better when I look at the books I’ve read. I do research on the internet and find internal medical presentations. Last week was a 155-page presentation by the FDA on ECT to the medical community. I didn’t just find it, I understood entirely and told my husband about it. I’m not stupid.

I love art, music, photography, interior design, ancient history and archeology.  At the height of my career, I earned over 300K a year, in the sales force.  I can grow beautiful roses, and collect antique cameras. I love travel and went to Russia by myself. I’m not stupid.

I’ve had over 20 ECT Treatments while battling the Black Dog, married three times, and started drinking at 9  years old.  I’ve made plenty of mistakes while building the person I am today at 50 years old. I’m a survivor and so much more.

I am not stupid!

Warrior

Moving Forward · Survivor

(Repost) Nine Year Old Living In Hell

Original post 4/2014

My brother and I called our stepfather a Nazi because he was mostly German and he would beat our mother unmercifully. Her crimes as we knew were not having dinner ready or not warm enough. The kids were too loud, noise was not allowed in the house, and he was an alcoholic with major control issues. I was 9 years old, my brother six & half years old, and our two step-brothers were much younger. They came to live with us after Houston Social Services found my stepfather the better parent. Of the choices, he was.

Their mother was a drug addict. He never saw the boys after the divorce. By the time they were in the court system, they had been left at home for up to two weeks with no food, nothing. The youngest in the same diaper. The youngest experienced trauma so severely that he regressed to a baby. Her addiction took over her life for that matter she may have forgotten she had kids until she came down enough.

I hated my stepfather from the beginning, he didn’t wait to start controlling everything. He rarely talked to my mother it was always yelling. It was very complicated for me. I hated my mother for abusing me but it still hurt when he beat her. We had a long hallway that passed our bedrooms. When he was out of control he would walk my mother down the hall hitting her head and body from side to side down the hallway. The hallway ended in front of my bedroom, it was hell on earth.

One night my life changed for the worse. She was screaming, pleading to stop, you could hear her head banging on the walls. He kept saying he was going to kill her. It wasn’t the first time he had threatened but something in her voice was different. They stopped in front of my bedroom. I was so scared, I cracked the door and he had a knife to her throat a little blood falling down her neck. I knew he was going to kill her, I couldn’t sit there and listen. Then what would he do after that? I’m 9 years old, more mature for my age but a child. I struggled with guilt for leaving her to die but I could not hear her cry anymore. I took the nine dollars I had saved and ran away. I thought my mother was going to die, but I didn’t think about the consequences. He’s yelling with a knife to her throat, she thought she was going to die by the look on her face.

I rode my bike a couple of miles to my boyfriend’s house. His parents were so normal. They offered me something to drink and eat, put a blanket around me, and let me tell the story. They said I could stay for a while to let things cool down at home but they would have to call my mother. I didn’t think my life could get worse, wrong. At 9 years old it spiralled straight to hell that night.

My mother drove up, I knew the beating would start the minute I got in the car. We turned the corner and she started laying into me barely staying on the road. When we arrived home, I’d reached the point of not feeling the pain. I believe if nothing else happened to me, this night alone would have fuck me up bad.

I think about what another mother would have done. Hugged their child right away, acknowledged how confusing and painful it must have been, and explained it was not the child’s fault. I never had normal. I tried to kill myself every chance possible from that day forward. I cut my wrist deep at school, God wouldn’t let me go. I endured much worse until I left home.

I prayed for God to let me go. I had no more fight in me. God had more lessons for me to learn. Looking back I’m so thankful. I would not have been able to create a close-to-normal life. More importantly, I wouldn’t have been able to hold my grandmother’s hand as she died. I cared for my grandfather as he was dying.

The only time I’ve cried is thinking about my grandparents. They were the only two people who loved me unconditionally. God built my strength, I could be there for them and the person I am today.

All of the above is collateral damage, I packed away. I see a Therapist where I can talk about the past. We focus on my fears as an adult. If you’re a Survivor of abuse, I hold out my hand and give you a hug.

Warrior

Mental Health · Moving Forward

(Repost) Mother Leaves 8 Year Old At The County Hospital

Original post 6/2014

It’s interesting the events our mind suppresses until memories spring back like yesterday. I have no emotion talking about the physical and emotional abuse at the hands of my mother and stepfather. I have disassociated memories of sexual abuse by my father.

My therapist and I have talked about it, she doesn’t push and knows if the door opens I’ll talk. What I will not do is force my mind and body to endure pain I’m not ready for. I have a good perspective on what I’ve survived and the methods our mind uses to deal with our deepest pain. I’m not sure if this particular memory was forgotten or suppressed. I had no emotion as my therapist was almost brought to tears.

I saw a news story about an 8-year-old girl tortured by her parents, beaten, starved chained to a column on a porch left for dead. The image seared into my mind and did not let go. I sat down in the Therapist lobby and the memory of that little girl crossed my mind. As we walked to her office, I asked if she had heard the story and then added my thoughts. I started to cry which I do easily for others in pain.

As we talked about what type of parent would do that, a childhood memory flooded over me. The tears dried as if was talking about someone else. When I was 8 years old, I was having terrible side pain and daycare called my mother. She didn’t take off early and it was maybe 3 hours later when she arrived. At that point, I could barely walk and could not walk and breathe at the same time. The supervisor thought I had an appendicitis attack and should get to the hospital right away. It was Halloween night and I didn’t want to miss out on the candy but pain was taking over my small body. My mother was angry at me for ruining Halloween for my brother. I guess we did not have insurance since the first hospital turned us away.

She drove to the county hospital, and I waited on a bed in the emergency room, where people were bleeding and dying receiving treatment. Halloween night is one of the busiest nights of the year with more shootings than normal. The emergency room was full, I was outside a man’s curtain waiting my turn for a bed. During this time my mother left to take my brother to trick or treat. I didn’t realize until a nurse asked where she was. I said she talked to a nurse and went home. She was a big woman and I knew nobody gave her any shit. She asked, why in the hell my mother would leave me there.

The county hospital is in one of the worst areas of Dallas. This is not a place an adult would feel comfortable let alone a child. I waited in the emergency room, lying on my side crying in pain. I saw the man through the curtain. He was an older man and he had what looked like wires coming out of several places on both arms. My eyes caught him and I asked does that hurt. He was a kind man saying not as bad as my pain and where was my mother.

I told him how upset I was that my brother would not share his candy with me. He looked shocked my mother would leave me there. My mother eventually came back in and raised her voice at the big nurse. I wanted the nurse to punch my mother in the mouth or grab her by the neck.

The doctor didn’t think I needed surgery, to stay overnight for observation. For a second I was glad until rolled to my room. The hospital was so overcrowded I had to sleep in a baby bed. That is the last thing a kid wants to do. I cram myself in the bed and they pull the side up. It was so dark in there I thought I was alone until the babies started crying. Which made it much worse for me. Not only did I have to sleep with my legs pulled up, babies were crying and my mother was home in her comfortable bed.

You would think, I would feel some emotion but my mind switches back to the little girl. My mind turned a switch, my story was over, no big deal, that was my mother, that was my life. I couldn’t help but cry for the other girl.

How can people do that to their children? I’ve talked to my therapist about my story and pain never crosses my mind again. That was several years ago and it was buried and popped back up last week.

Xx M aka Warrior

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Losing Weight Triggered Thoughts Of My Eating Disorder

I wrote about my weight loss journey in September 2023, the goal was to lose 40 pounds instead, I’ve lost 65 pounds which is underweight for me. Since I was in the hospital in December 2023, I’ve continued to lose weight without trying.

I eat 2-4 pieces of chocolate every day and eat a cupcake or a piece of cake each weekend, along with small meals but it doesn’t affect my weight. Right now, I only weigh 10 pounds more than in high school.

The real story is the high I felt by the low numbers and it brought up thoughts of my eating disorder. I no longer have Bulimia and am so glad. It is hard to explain the feeling but it was sheer excitement and total control.

People with Anorexia understand the feelings of control, and that may be why it’s hard to overcome Anorexia. I don’t understand the ends and outs of Anorexia but have read followers’ posts and it’s a hard battle.

I suffered from Bulimia into my 30s, and am so glad it doesn’t rule me anymore. It was a way to escape the abuse and be in control for once.

Melinda

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My Probation Officer Saved My Life

Many of you know I was a wild child at 12 years old. I was a drug addict, my boyfriend was 21 years old and a drug dealer. I did not go to school for a month and spent three days in Juvenile Detention for that.

I don’t remember the circumstances but I was caught with a gun and put on probation. I met with her every month and for 7 months I did not talk. She said the State of Texas wanted to take custody and send me to a boot camp type of facility as punishment.

She did not believe a boot camp was what I needed to reform. She told me about potential options and one day I asked if she could find a boarding school to stay for a year.

My Granny and the Probation Officer worked together to find a boarding school for bad girls. My Granny remembered a Convent for bad girls from when she was younger. Sure enough, the Convent was what I needed, and I stayed there for a year.

My Probation Officer was patient with me and took me to my dental and doctor’s appointments. She never told me what I did wrong or talked down to me. The only snag was when she showed up one day and I was wearing a tee that said cocaine. She made me change. Fair enough.

She encouraged me, told me how smart I was, and other complements I was not used to hearing.

I was transformed early in my stay and was promoted to the highest rank, giving me complete freedom.

She was one of the good guys who saw something in me and I’m so thankful for her. She saved my life.

Melinda

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When was the last time you truly felt excited about something?

Melinda