Communication Challenges

If you’re a long-time follower of this blog and my deviant, withered neural situation, you know by now that I suffer from some serious wiring problems in my noggin.  Those of you new to this violation of your consciousness… yeah.  Sorry.  It is what it is, to quote the second-greatest douchenozzle I’ve suffered to work for in our Army.

With that out of the way, I wrote a lot this month, this week, and today.  I needed to branch out and flex my bloggy… words-making part of my thought-maker.  Something like that.  Call it a break from readable word-making.  A period of not-trying.  This doesn’t mean that I don’t try when I am here to make you happy… wait… was that a double-negative?  No?

You might see my problem here.  I am the white man in North America most desperately in need of a good crack over the bean with a 2×4.  Call it a reset.  In tech support, they call it a hard shut down reboot.  My problem is my Special Gift.

I have the ability to walk into a room full of people or just one person and say the exact wrong thing.  I’m not talking about answering the “does this make my butt look big” question (for which the only answer is to draw the knife up and down your arm, not across).  I just have the ability say something like, “Hi, motherfuckers,” and piss off everyone.  You’d think people don’t know I use ‘motherfucker’ as a term of endearment.

I found a clip from the web that perfectly illustrates my plight.  I doubt you need explaining which character represents me.

Am I the only one with this issue?

I’m tired of being the conductor of the poop train.

32 Responses to “Communication Challenges”

  1. BR, mon ami…

    I worked for many years as a psychiatric technician, for the state of California, and have made a study of disorders of the mind; I’m not an expert, but, I have heard of this condition…Though I never personally worked with someone with the condition you describe, it IS a specifically diagnosed disorder, the name of which escapes me at the moment. There is even a form of epilepsy which can cause people to speak nonsense, or curse without pause, etc., all without knowing they are speaking; that doesn’t sound like what you experience…

    As I recall, it is unclear whether the cause is chemical, or physical, such as is found after certain types of head injuries; there are different ways it manifests, so I would guess it can be from a number of causes.

    I imagine it isn’t a comfortable state to be in, no matter what the underlying cause…. but, though rare, you are NOT the only one with this issue… I hope it helps to know that….

    I believe, depending on the factors which brought it on, there are some types that are treatable…. But, I don’t know how much they know about it to say for sure…. If naught else, I hope it helps to know someone understands, and can empathize to a certain degree… It’s gotta be frustrating, for sure and for certain…

    Take care, brother….

    Ned, aka, gigoid, the dubious

  2. I am completely serious… I worked at Atascadero, Camarillo, and Napa State Hospitals in California, from 1973 on, for 29 years; in the first half of that time, I was disabled, with PTSD, in 1986, from overexposure to adrenalin, as a specialist in management of assaultive behavior, working with adolescent and adult individuals, of all varieties of diagnoses and human types… On over 750 occasions, I was the primary responder in incidents of violence and/or assaultiveness; I didn’t serve overseas, or in the military, but, I put in my time dealing with violence, every day for 11.5 years…. with my bare hands….

    No worries, my friend, I get it….


    • My own PTSD manifests now mostly when I feel a strong emotion; I’ll be speaking, or just sitting, and a picture, or a phrase, or a memory will pop up, whereupon I will burst into tears… Doesn’t matter if I’m in a restaurant, sitting at home, or talking on the phone; if I am not careful, I start crying, and have to stop to recover…. Embarrassing as hell sometimes…


      • Don’t be embarrassed. Just go with it, man.

      • Please do not be embarrassed, gigoid. It took a lot of strength and courage to do the kind of work you did. I know because your job sounds like my childhood home life. I experience PTSD in one way or another because of it every single day.

        Life is hard enough. Take comfort in the fact that we’re all in this together. 🙂

    • I was being mainly humorous here, but yeah, sometimes I fucking forget what I’m talking about mid-sentence.

      • I did get the humor, and, actually thought the hero in the vid was hilarious…. but, I guess I also picked up on his (the vid guy) angst over it, & flashed back to a couple of individuals I knew when I worked with folks who had difficulty communicating; it tends to make them feel isolated from others, leading to depression……

        Sorry if I over did it; I tend to write a lot… comes from being retired, & no calls on my time, except to deal with my own issues…. I found I had to comment when I found myself laughing, and crying at the same time, while watching the vid; it’s actually a powerful piece of work…

        Any who, good post… it’s always good to stimulate dialogue, I think…

        gigoid, the dubious…

  3. Hmm…what’s it say about me that I found this adorable?

  4. I wonder what Freud and gigoid might say about your affinity for poop trains…

  5. I just try to avoid people except for work and even then. This post hurts.

  6. Never thought I’d ever say this to you, BR, but I understand. I was born with my foot (permanently, irreparably) in my mouth. It’s a miracle I manage to walk into a room full of people and then say the weirdest things.

  7. You are not the only one, apparently not only do I always say or do something to piss someone off….that only happens when I become un-invisible because on a daily basis, I’m un-noticed by anyone. I might as well not exist.

  8. Yep, pretty much only open my mouth to switch feet. The toes get pruny sometimes.

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