<Warning, unintelligible ramble, as I was skirting what I WANTED to say.>
I am again reminded that I am not normal, and I am a very square peg that is never going to fit in a round hole in this community. When I find myself questioning if I should or shouldn't post something, say something, ask something or act a certain way, I hate it.
I would rather just be.
This past weekend at the event, I met wonderful people, some of which I'd never known before. It's funny how you can connect with certain people and understand them immediately. This is something amazing and unique to the WLS community.
Unlike simply meeting a peer, meeting a weight loss surgery post op is like meeting a part of yourself. "GASP! You mean, I'm like one of THEM?" Yes, yes you are. Unless of course, you've had your brain surgically enhanced along with your stomach and breasts. You can connect with damn near everyone in some way. I know I can, even if I can't relate to them in any other capacity but the mere fact that we are both freaks of nature now.
We have things is common, and we can find communication in those avenues.
But.
We are a big group of addicts. "Hello, My Name Is Beth, And I Have And English Muffin Problem."
(If you don't agree that food addiction caused your obesity, that's fine too. I am aware of physical conditions that cause weight gain.)
A couple hundred addicts in one space, sharing one space. It always makes for interesting social interactions, situations, conversations, ideas and sometimes the greatest ideas are sparked when we are all smooshed together.
There are problems, lots of problems. You can't have hundreds of people who are in the midst of a huge life change without it. It's like, puberty on speed. No, really.
And, "puberty" can make people quite Special. It is tumultous enough to just lose the weight, but add in any other changes, hoo-boy.
Tantrums, door-slamming, yelling at your mom! GAWD, the drama is really too much. Oh, yeah, I am still discussing WLS'ers. Sometimes you just want to SLAP THE TEENAGER right off their faces. But, that is sort of frowned upon. So, a big "GET OVER YOURSELF" should suffice, but it can't. WLS'ers need more.
I would have to say the biggest addiction in a big group of WLS patients is usually? Food. Still. It does not go away, it morphs into some kind of obsession. Into a how much, when, where, how, why, should I, can I, I'm not going to, I can't, I won't....obsessive game. Some of us have it at a low level, and just don't care enough to bother, and some are highly particular about every morsel.
Other issues, caffeine. What? What? Where? Yes. Absolutely is. Why? Why do you ask? The coffee pots were on empty half of the day, plus the Starbucks cups. But, of course nobody drinks coffee. <wink>
Alcohol. Sho nuff. This is only painfully obvious I suppose, if you know someone longer than a weekend. But, yeah.
Other Assorted Mood Altering Chemicals, etc. Yes.
But I guess what I am rambling to SAY is, that in our little microcosm of WLS people in one space, it can be simply overwhelming, even to one of us.
Many people hold up really, really well, and are able to share that feeling with others. They can pay back their own successes by helping others.
These people are awesome.
Those who can simply stop, drop, and talk with YOU about YOU, and not bring themselves into it and pull out their 100 weight loss photographs to show you how great they are, and not you.
These are genuine people, who want to be your friend, or at least try.
When you find someone like this, keep them. Tie them up.
There are countless members of the community with severe emotional distress and social anxiety, in addition to the addiction issues. I haven't even touched on things like regain, surgical failure, or other things that might make someone perceive that they aren't good enough.
This pushes many of "us," to the corners of a conference room, holding up a wall, or worse, to hide in our hotel room because we are too scared to take part in an event for "us."
This makes me sad, because you would think that one would feel most at peace in a room full of peers, right? I don't think that's the case.
I think too many of us worry what others will think about us, think about what we wear, say, do, feel, eat, and act. I had friends nudge me, "You know someone is going to watch what we put on our plates." And, it's true. And, it's wrong.
We spend so much time worrying, it really stinks that you can't relax for a moment and be YOU in a "room full of peers" you know?
I'm not a witch, I'm you. What's more scary, is that you are ME. And you know, if you were me, I'd try not to hold up the wall and come talk to you. We are all the same.
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