Boston bound!

Boston bound!

In two weeks, my life is going to change. Being an Aquarian, I love change! Massachusetts will be the 18^th state I’ve lived in by mid-July, and there is going to be some intense self-work that I will be involved in during the first 3 months.

I am a U.S. Navy (Journalist 1981-1986) veteran and entering a residential PTSD/sexual trauma unit at the Veterans Affairs hospital in Brockton, Mass.

I am in my 50s now and believe divine intervention is taking me to a place that I hadn’t heard of until a couple of months ago.  It is a holistic-based facility that caters to women, and I was lucky to get into the program.

For years I’ve stuffed down feelings about a molestation from the time I was three to five-years-old, and have subsequently been raped four times that I readily remember. Mine was not a “normal” life.

I grew up in a abusive household with a father who terrorized us, and a mother who was intent on making her own way – no matter who it was who got in her way.

They did the best they could with the information they had at the time.

But it wasn’t good enough for children who depended on them for love, comfort, a “soft place to fall,” like Dr. Phil says.

So it is up to me to make my own happiness, and I have been floundering at that for at least seven years by now. I need help and I am going to get it.

Be careful what you ask for ...

Be careful what you ask for…

For the past week, I’ve been caught in a whirlwind of door-to-door begging. I was a canvasser and wouldn’t have made my constantly rising “quota” to save my life and instead of being fired I quit.

Now, this was not an easy decision for me. My parents said work the last day anyway. Its $54 a day for traversing local neighborhoods in 105-degree heat and asking them to support something they had never heard of until I showed up, clipboard in hand to ask them for their hard-earned money.

It was horrible, to say the least! We’ve had 100-plus days of heat and I was walking from noon to 9 p.m. Brutal work, I tell ya.

The bosses were fresh-out-of-college 20 somethings, (ready to change the world). Cynicism was not part of their perky, upbeat, urban-dictionary-found vocabulary. It was sickening.

In addition, if you did not meet an almost-unattainable quota within three days, you were ousted.

The nonprofit, grassroots organization is raising money for itself to spread the word about the importance of the American Jobs Act, introduced by President Barack Obama in his second year of the four-year term. It was immediately knocked out of contention by the Republican-led House of Representatives and committees are tearing it apart trying to salvage aspects of the legislation.

The intent is good. In a nutshell, if the greedy 1 percent of our population, who hold 98 percent of the wealth would be taxed an additional penny (yes, 1 cent), it would garner $80 billion to pay for the American Jobs Act. The stalemate in Congress since President Obama took office is that Republicans, the Grand Old Party, have vowed to vote No on every single piece of legislation the President has brought before them. The GOP has kept its vow.

Maybe the job is not meant for middle-age, old-time Hippies who still want to save the country. It’s a young person’s job and unfortunately the employee base in my hometown of Pueblo, Colo., (home of the Consumer Guide) is made up of middle age, laid-off, vulnerable and desperate people.  In my first week, all three of us hired were out of a job because we could not meet the quota set by people who had never heard of Pueblo, let alone studied its demographics before.

Regardless, I am happy with my decision. And I hope the best for ColoradoFairShare.org.

Life is pending

For the 23 million of us unemployed these days, our lives are just pending…waiting for our resumes to be acknowledged, waiting for that job to come through, waiting for the next check, the next lead, the next glimmer of hope.

I, myself, am bored to death. In fact, in February, after rounding the corner of my four year out of gainful employment, I tried to kill myself. And those haunting words that things would be better off if I was dead are always on my mind.

What a stressful way to live! Only 5 percent of my thousands of resumes have been acknowledged.

My unemployment of $53 a week stopped last month. It doesn’t sound like much. But until you go through life without $53 a week can you understand.

I truly believe ageism is at fault here. The same jobs my 18-year-old nephew gets are jobs I’ve applied to days before! I’ve actually been told by one call center that the interview process would be stopped because of my age.

“We wouldn’t want to train someone like you,” the interviewer said. “Once you find a job in your field you will leave, (true). That’s why we prefer applicants in their 20s.”

The gall. The humiliation. The actualization that I have hit my 51 year, and am now unemployable. I’ve worked since I was 15 years old. Serving in the U.S. Navy as a journalist on a sub tender, and joining civilian papers for the next 30 years, I am a dependable employee.

My life is pending, and I am sick of it.

Camping is a ... pleasure

After being camping (using a sleeping bag), you appreciate little things you take for granted, such as mixing your own cereal after a three-star weekend that provided your meals, lodging and amenities such as a spectacular mountain view.

I spent a weekend at Camp Jackson, Colorado with a group of strangers who became my friends. Confidentiality aside we were a motley crew and mix of diverse backgrounds but mostly poor, all veterans, some homeless, (some choose to be).

Back in reality after a supernatural experience that taught us all many things. Back to my awesome mountain view, watching a storm come in, I feel bless to have been part of something that became much bigger than me.

My heart ached and opened this weekend. My self-doubt somehow wiped away. The course, “The Four Agreements” is simple, but complex – and a tool for living life to its fullest as a happy person. What a concept!

I’m glad to be home. It’s bittersweet. I am lonely, but happy I met new friends. I no longer smell like it, but I wish I had a fire pit outdoors with cool breezes and sparks flying and a water dragon appearing after a long story in fellowship.

It was hard climbing the mountains to get to your cabin, or hiking along a ridge that showed the Coloradoan splendor below. The schedule was not too structured and when we were participating in the program that included tips on different sorts of meditation, we were getting to know each other.

The people I met may become my life-long friends, and we all are blessed to have been part of the weekend getaway. It’s over, but I wish it weren’t.

Being broke is no joke

Unemployed for the past year, my savings are gone. I’ve moved back in with my mother. I am living on $44 a week on unemployment, which has been shut off for two weeks until my federal emergency unemployment comes through. It could be a month or two before it starts again. Unemployment, which I have paid into since I started working at 15 years old, is my only source of income.

I live on food stamps. Two hundred dollars a month is my saving grace – along with food baskets from the Salvation Army every three months. It’s illegal, but last week I had to sell $40 worth of food stamp groceries for cash in order to get gas for my car.

Being unemployed is boring. After you apply at every restaurant, shop and business within a 30 mile radius you reapply again.  

I believe my age (50ish) is playing some part in the neglect my full resume garners so far. I’ve redone my resume so many times so it adheres to the job requirements, and even that specialization has not helped a bit. Not a nibble. Not one call.

I volunteered for a while – to network, connect with my community, and help out others less fortunate – but without gas I can’t even do that anymore.

Before I was unemployed, I would frequently take weekend road trips all over the state but being broke stopped the trips and many other things you think you can’t live without, until you do have to live without.  

I shaved my head and am saving on haircuts this year. While I have never indulged in a manicure, now it is getting rough to do it myself because I can’t afford luxuries such as polish remover, et al.

Even eating out would be a thrill. Getting out of the house to have someone else cook a great meal for you – wow! What a concept. (First thing I will do when I get a paycheck.)

People judge you on what you do, and when you do nothing, some people make you feel like nothing. Being broke is a humiliating, humbling, numbing, and horrible existence.

It's About Time

Finally, after promises and ‘evolving,’ President Barack Obama announced his support for same sex marriage; although he did not go as far as declare a national referendum on the matter.

It’s about time.

We are a nation of hypocrites. We claim to believe everyone is equal but we still have yet to pass an Equal Rights Amendment after nearly 40 years of coming up to vote – year after year.

Now, the time has come – forced by the Vice President Joe Biden announcing his support of same sex marriage on “ Meet the Press” over the past weekend. I watched the show and didn’t feel like it would create the outcry it has – especially by Gay Republicans who are pissed it took President Obama so long.

With this being an election year, the matter wasn’t supposed to be discussed until closer to November, but Biden pushed the issue to the forefront. Good for him, too. Not like a lot of white men lawmakers are jumping on the boat, but the national secretary of education also came out in favor later on last Sunday.

So, the issue is out there. It is only fair.  The Civil Rights Act of 1964 made racial discrimination illegal. It should have been updated years ago to firmly spell out that any discrimination against any other human is illegal.

However, there is still some question about how the nation’s highest court would rule on the issue. The last time the Supreme Court considered anything close was in 2003, when it ruled 5-4, to overrule an earlier decision regulating private sexual conduct for consenting adults. As he dissented, Justice Anthony Scalia, reportedly, said they were “largely signing on to the so-called homosexual agenda."

Isn’t about time we ensure everyone in America is treated equally?

Incorporate Our Uteruses!

The GOP calls it a “manufactured” idea but recent actions all lead to the War on Women and groups throughout the United States are preparing to make our voices know. In my hometown of Pueblo, Colo., we are staging protests to counter anti-choice fanatics by out local Planned Parenthood.

We have planned a symposium which will discuss several areas in which women are still poorly represented and even discriminated on. The War on Women is real, and with women holding a majority of voters in this country we should be screaming back for male legislators to keep their business away from our business.

Even though the Supreme Court has agreed to reconsider the dreadful Citizens United decision it may come to this: incorporate your uterus.

Good news out of Florida as the state becomes the first in the South to end the practice of shackling pregnant inmates in labor. The bad news is 35 states still shackle women in custody during labor.

More good news: teen pregnancy rates are down to record lows thanks in large part to the successful use of contraception. More bad news: Republicans continue to push for a return to abstinence-only sex education.

If at first you don’t succeed, try jamming a “heartbeat” abortion ban through a different committee. That’s the GOP way in Mississippi apparently.

In Arizona the Republican controlled House passed a 20 week abortion ban that outlaws abortions at 20 weeks gestation rather than 20 weeks post-fertilization. The bill now goes to Gov. Jan Brewer (R) for signature.

In Oklahoma, the push for personhood could end up becoming a direct challenge to Roe v. Wade. But not all conservatives think this is a good idea.

Sen. Mitch McConnell insists there is no War on Women and cites a host of his female Republican colleagues as proof. The problem with McConnell’s evidence is that each Republican he cites has publicly criticized her party for attacking women and contraception. Oops.

Thankfully we have Herman Cain around to explain the gender gap for us “other people.”

Sony may be supporting anti-choice “crisis pregnancy centers” by distributing the anti-choice movie “October Baby.” A portion of the profits from the film go to funding these groups. Let them know that’s not acceptable.

California finds toxins in “nontoxic” nail polishes.

People in Kansas are standing up for contraception after the state has stripped funding of critical family planning programs.

With Rick Santorum exiting the presidential race will the attacks on women’s rights slow down? Not likely with these guys still around.

The Seattle City Council on Monday made it illegal for businesses and other entities to ask nursing mothers to stop, cover up or move to a different location in public areas, confirming that feeding children in public really shouldn’t be a big deal.

Read more: http://www.care2.com/causes/dispatches-from-the-war-on-women-incorporate-your-uterus.html#ixzz1rkJED3P7