Voices a Consumer Council Newsletter July 2017
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Voices A Consumer Council Newsletter July 2017 “ShelterCare enriches lives through exceptional services that nurture hope, opportunity and dignity." WORDS OF WISDOM “Patience is the way out of anxiety.” ~ Rumi ~ by Mark V. They Call Me Airl Part 1 by Matthew Switzer The Rat: So, there I was in my backyard, working, taking apart some junk and I keep hearing this sound like a rat or a mouse or something. It’s like it was playing hide and seek with me. I would go see and it would stop. I would go back to my work and it would start but not in the same place. Then I heard a whistling, thinking gee, do mice whistle? Then tapping, and it sounded like cable was being moved; some types of wire give off a sound as you move them. I am standing at my worktable and I have trash cans all around me that I keep different metals in. Just behind them I had piles of more junk to take apart. Lots of work. So I am thinking I should try to trap it; I don’t need a rat around my place. So I set a rat trap out on my worktable and called it quits for the night. The next morning I am looking out my window and I see the trap and it looked like it was in pieces. As I got closer to my table I could see the old spring trap had been tak- en apart, cut into pieces. I’m thinking, well that’s some kind of rat. I looked around my worktable and I saw some tools all laid out, and just the right one that could take apart that old trap. So what am I dealing with? So I set out to set up some web cams, think- ing someone is joking around with me. Oh well, something new to do; I kind of get tired of stripping piles of wire anyhow. Hmmm, where did I put them web-cams and that old laptop? (Continued on page 3) (Continued from page 2) So the next day I get up and get all ready to go out in the back yard to work my wire stripping junk job. I take a look at the webcam and see it has not got anything on it - oh well no guest last night. So, my backyard shop is a bit dark, and I had installed lights under my makeshift tarp... just something so I could work in the rain if I wanted to. Anyhow, the light switch was not working. It worked yesterday, so I get over to the temp fuse-box, and something is just not right; the main breaker is tripped so I reset it, and then I heard it, the sound of an arcing like a short, and a scream sound, then the breaker trips back off. Not a Rat: What the hell was that, and oh hell where did that come from? Oh man, what a smell; I about fell down. Kind of smells like old hair burning and kind of like I stepped in dog crap, so I’ve got to get out of here, this is just too much. Oh no, what is that I hear? It sounds like someone crying or something. Oh, but the smell; maybe if I hold my nose. No, well maybe this old rag over my face; that’s better. Now with my flashlight I start poking around, moving things so as to get into where that screaming was coming from; then I seem them - two of them. One was laying out on its back, and that smell must have been the smoke I see coming up from him/it. The other one was bent over it. It saw the light of my flash- light and then looked up at me and screamed “you killed his body!” (Continued on page 4) ~ photo by Kevin McGeHee (Continued from page 3) As I was standing there frozen, I could hear it talking to the one laying on the ground. It sounded like they were married or something and trying to get back home; it was carry- ing on about how they should have not stopped by my shop for parts that others had told them I had; it was such a risk, and so she was right. Well, that was it. I dropped the flashlight and ran back into my house, grabbed a gun and another flashlight. I got back to that spot. They were gone but it looked like one had dragged the other back into a pile of wire stripping that I had been making for the last five years. It was a big pile of vinyl and I saw a tunnel going into the pile as well as one of electrical cords. Well, what the hell. It looked like they had been living in there for awhile. I got down and looked into that tunnel and saw a door of sorts. She was still crying and carrying on about getting back home, but not without him. So, I just left the food and water by the tunnel and went back into my house. What the hell just happened? There is no way I have six inch tall person living in my wire castings pile out in my backyard. I must be in shock or something. I should have grabbed her up. I am sure I could have made some money on them both. Damn I don’t even have a photo. I need to install more webcams in my backyard… ...to be continued in the next issue of Voices. A Tribute to Healthy Lifestyles and Elizabeth Cyrus Sad news, our Healthy Lifestyles group therapy class, that met at Afiya ended on May 9th. Our wonderful teacher was Elizabeth Cyrus. She has excellent teaching tech- niques. She’s not too strict or too lax, she’s sincere and a great listener. She made a difference in our lives. I really enjoyed this class. I was sad and even angry that the class was ending. Then, in the last class Lizzie gave us all certificates of appreciation and my anger just melted, for I remembered all that I had learned and how much I had grown. I appre- ciated all of the support I got from Lizzie and my group of peers. They helped me get through some particularly tough times. I felt cared about and nourished. Lizzie went above and beyond helping with personal problems too. I acquired so much while attending each and every class for about two years. It helped to be able to share about anything, even embarrassing things, and be able to trust Lizzie and my group of peers. Lizzie has been teaching the group since she started ShelterCare over five years ago. She is still with ShelterCare but is going to teach the new drug and alcohol program. In Healthy Lifestyles we learned how to be our best and maintain our lives no matter what our difficulties. We would go around the table and share our struggles and our triumphs for the week. We would have different topics that we would learn about such as boundaries, depression, finding meaning in our lives, all kinds of things. We learned from each other and how to be more independent. Lizzie had a way of get- ting us to think for ourselves which increases learning. She was good at asking us the right questions. She encouraged us to make our own realizations. We had a few field trips. We went to Doris Ranch and went for a walk on the beauti- ful grounds. We visited the dog pound at Christmas time and gave the animals a few gifts. I gave a blanket to a dog and payed a fee for another dog so his adoption wouldn’t be as much to potential owners. I saw he was adopted a couple of days lat (Continued on page 6) (Continued from page 5) er. I felt good that I made a difference. We donated some toys to Toys-for-Tots. Liz- zie let us pick out which toy we wanted to be from us. Lizzie was always bringing us all kinds of presents. Little teddy bears sewn by church ladies. Bicycle packets with lights and handbooks. All kinds of stuff. At Christmas time Lizzie made us some treats. I started going to the library and avidly reading again. My concentration is so good I am able to read lots of books and that makes me happy. I started attending N.A., and a writing group at the Senior Center, plus a church that I like that has a bible study and supper, and I started enjoying going to the gym. As I became happier, more in control, and confident, things fell more into place for me. When I first went to the gym and N.A. I didn’t talk to anyone and now I talk to people and sometimes do things with them and have things to look forward to. People talk to me to and I have gained a couple of good friends and a whole bunch of acquaintances. It feels better to go workout at the gym when everyone says hi and you know some people’s names. My writing class has been very healing too, allowing me to write about my mother’s murder. Causing me to remem- ber some good things about my childhood. Part of the reason I used to become suicidal was because I was bored and now I am much less bored and the thought of suicide very rarely ever goes through my mind.