Soundcheck: getting better and healing old injuries

A poem is coming.
But first, a revelation as I heal and  recover more personal power…

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Soundcheck.
I’ve spent most of my adult life allowing people to tell me what my boundaries, needs, and spaces are or should be, what or who I should allow close to me, how I should react–mostly at my expense, emotionally and otherwise.
Black women are pressured into participating in our own gaslighting for the good of the collective, and those of us who question this way of thinking are perceived as troublesome or at the least hostile.  When silence prevails, boundaries, needs, and spaces are not respected or met.
I wanted to break that cycle.   It’s one of the biggest reasons why  I went back into therapy.
I am speaking of when communication is not happening, let alone consent or respecting boundaries, needs, and spaces when it comes to gaining and developing emotional access and intimacy.
As Black women we have the right to negotiate our own boundaries, as well as our own needs and spaces despite living in an environment that privileges men, particularly men with race and social class privilege.
By the way, consent is not just about sex, and  I am not talking about sex.
It is about mutually respecting boundaries, needs, and spaces when it comes to gaining and developing emotional access and intimacy.  It’ is also about people speaking up and speaking in a manner that is  honest and  free of passive aggressive diction.   Finally, it is also about respecting each other’s humanity through communicating.
In short, don’t assume and refuse to play into others’ assumptions about you. Instead, ask questions and engage in discussion.  Challenge the assumptions, definitely engage in discussions about mutual and different boundaries, needs, and spaces.
Communication is key in building respect and trust, and so is practicing consent.
Hear my voice.
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First day back!

First day back–old office packed up, key acquired, meetings attended–big thanks to Helene, Ada, Aparajita, William, Stacy, and Gregory for helping me get things sorted out today! Love my new office!

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Dr. Cherie Ann Turpin

Happy New Year!

It has been spectacular ride this year and this decade. I am grateful for the blessing of being alive in 2020, the beginning of the #New20s!

#HappyNewYear2020!

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X-mas Eve Post Sleep Study Finding

I hated the wires.

I could not find a comfortable sleeping position.

I hated the pillows.

I hated the glue and tape on my head.

I awoke aroused at the edge of morning.

I am at the edge of menopause.

I am still fertile.

I must be ovulating.

I woke up feeling that familiar flush beneath my Moroccan gown.

I am a woman in my fifties recovering from a grand mal seizure.

I am absolutely insatiable, sexually. 

I also desire something more.

I desire to feel, share, give, exchange, and receive love.

I am absolutely giddy this morning.

I guess a roadblock is finally down.

— cat, Dec 24, 2019, 6:20 AM EST

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Laughing while sleeping nude

I don’t remember what I dreamed, but my mother said I was laughing while I slept, which means I was deep in REM sleep, a very good sign. I sleep skyclad, aka nude. I informed my neurologist that I would be nude when doing the sleep study.

When she told me there would be technologists observing me, I shrugged and told her I don’t care, which is very true. I prefer being naked while sleeping, and I’d probably fit in nicely at a nudist colony.

A poem is coming.