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Tuesday, 2 August 2016

On the Online Dating Game| A response to an invisible blog post by someone special.

So – I met someone.

No, I don't mean that I have fallen head over heels in love with a stranger I met on the internet, I mean, I met someone new, someone online that I had never met before, and we were friends before our relationship grew to what it is now.

Boyfriend and girlfriend.

Technically I did meet them on a dating site that matches you up with people who have interests that are similar to your own; and while I cannot deny, as a female, that I was highly excited to find that this particular male had not only an interest in books, video games, movies, music and generally all things nerdy, but he appeared to be very open to a more ‘alternative’ lifestyle.

Some of the people reading this will know that I recently (well – about a month ago) I decided that I was ready to try and meet new people after the debacle that was my ending my almost 8 year long relationship in January. One of the promises that I made myself about 2 months after, when I decided to try and get better for myself, was to make new friends and meet new people in the area where I live. Since then, I have left my job, (see this post) and despite knowing it was for the right reasons, I have found it incredibly hard to keep doing that. I live in a very big and rural area where it is incredibly difficult to meet new people.

Before I met my ex, I was registered on one particular dating site and I met a lot of people on there who have been good friends to me ever since. It is for this reason that I re-joined the site in March, but little did I know, when I logged in on April 18th and checked my messages that my life was about to change but we’ll come to that in a moment.

Nowadays, there are numerous communications systems in place that are so rapid and efficient that they have virtually erased distance and time lag. Perhaps somewhat paradoxically, at the same time that long distant parts of the world have grown increasingly closer together, young people often complain about the difficulties they face in meeting members of the opposite sex. As a result of this, many have turned to the internet as a way to meet new people with the prospect of forming a relationship.

Online dating sites have rapidly become a way for people to meet and date one another. In some cases, people have met and married their significant other. For many others, online dating has brought nothing but disillusionment and ongoing frustration.

Some sites proclaim that they use “scientific methods” of matching people based on their profiles however studies have shown that the methods used by these websites do not yield the hoped for results. The fact is that lists of physical and personal characteristics have little or nothing to do with the real person. Human beings are far too complex to be reduced down to lists.

What's the old saying, “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts?”

Probably why so many people complain that after selecting someone to date from an online service, and the actual person turns out to be nothing like what they expected when they meet.

Back to April 18th and that message.

“Hey there Laura :) My name is Oliver, How are you doing? I read we are both in the process of learning to drive, it’s fun isn't it? Although a little nerve racking. How are your lessons coming along?”

That was it.

Now the site that I used, like many others, is full of somewhat desperate people who are looking for only one thing and my inbox was regularly full of messages asking me to hook up etc. But this message was unique in that it was clear he had taken the time to read my profile and we had things in common. There was no attempt to hook up, a major plus in from my view.

To many, the entire experience of online dating involves searching through numerous long lists of profiles and is tiring and irksome. The process usually begins with people emailing one another. More than a few people I have met complain that many new conversations come from those who are looking to “connect” in the physical sense of the word, and when that request is denied, the person with whom they are emailing promptly and abruptly stopped responding to them. Also, there are those who seem to want to message and promise to make a time to meet but always put it off when it comes to it.

Of course, once people do agree to meet, there is the very real issue of ensuring personal safety when meeting someone who is a perfect stranger. That is why the usual first step after emailing is meeting in a neutral place for coffee and conversation. In the case of Oliver and myself, we met for bubble tea at a cute little shop in Cambridge before meeting up with two of his friends and going to the cinema to watch Civil War.

Despite knowing a lot of people who have had success with online dating, there are also many who have told me that, despite the popularity of online dating services, they often find themselves asking, “What is wrong with me that I need the internet to find a date or what is wrong with these other people that they are using these services?” In some ways, feeling as though they are a failure for not being able to find a partner in the real world.Despite all the modern day obstacles to finding an intimate partner, people feel like failures for not having done so.

Though there are often many frustrations, online dating is one resource that can, and does, work for some. However, in doing so, there is no way to really learn about the person other than actually meeting in person.

Now, let’s go back again.

First, I want to say what I think of this boy from the outside, before we began to really share things with each other. What did I know then? Well, he’s a wonderful person. He smiles, and seems to be happy most of the time. He has a wicked sense of humour that is often dry. He loves movies, especially random ones and Disney. He’s an avid reader, loves exploring and camping, and has a love for all kinds of music.

“...my life was about to change...”


What do I mean by that? Well, as I said before, I consider myself to live an ‘alternative’ lifestyle, and have done for as long as I can remember but I have never really discussed this with someone I have met from a website other than those designed for that kind of lifestyle. For some reason, and I’m not sure why, as our chats together continued, I found myself telling him everything. I guess a part of me just took control and decided to be completely open, after all, if he was completely opposed to everything that I enjoy and in some sense, everything that I identify as being, then that’s a pretty clear sign that not much beyond friendship can occur, right?

To my surprise, he didn’t run a million miles away. Instead, he began to open up himself, about how he too felt that he fitted within the “alternative” lifestyle that I was talking about, and although he had had very little first hand experience of it, it was something that he had always been curious about and in some ways wanted to explore. I can’t deny it, as the discussion continued, I became almost fascinated with him and the fact that he still seemed to want to get to know me.

Ok so, I know what you are thinking at this point . . . .

“Oh look, a guy has found some girl who likes what he does and now he’s trying to twist her around his finger to get something from her. Typical scum bag like usual”

No. That is not true. While I won’t deny (yes...I know I guilt myself...a lot!) that after one particular evening, which quickly went from a friendly chat into...a somewhat more personal chat…, there was in what some people may see as a very short period of time, a large part of me that wanted more, it is not because either of us was desperate, but rather because we are human.

So...a little tentatively, I sent him the link to this blog...and another I run where I post more personal things on a private basis. I figured, in for a penny, in for a pound. If he still didn’t run a million miles away in seconds, then I knew that there was the potential for something to be discovered and explored between us.

Alright alright.... What, you ask, what does this blog have to do with anything. Well, after our long chat on that particular Sunday, I felt really positive...but then it kicked in...the nerves…, “What about my health? What about when he discovers how broken I am?” That’s when I sent him the links. I did so very rapidly with little explanation and then said my goodnights and almost ran away. I didn’t want to be there when he read them, realised i’m a lost cause and then disappeared from my life forever. After all, it had happened before, why should this time be any different?

Secretly I hoped and crossed everything that he was different, and that wouldn’t happen but still that nagging thought was there, hanging over me like a big black cloud. I hoped that he would read them and understand. That he would understand where I am with myself and that while I’m working on myself it will be harder for me to be open and relax properly with someone else. That while a big part of me says I should be alone during this time, a bigger part says I need someone with me. Someone that cares for me, that understands, that doesn’t try and tell me what to do and how to live my life whilst looking after me at the same time.

He didn’t run.

He stayed.

Understandably, there were questions. I answered as best as I could when I felt able to. As a result of it, came the invisible blog post via email to me. I read it, and cried. Not because I was upset, but because he understood.

We are both very open with who we are and the things that we are ‘in-to’. There are things that he is the only one who knows about me, as there are things that only I know about him. He knows about every side of me, every side that I identify with. Literally everything.

Now down to the nitty gritty of all of this. The part of the “blog” that if I made it this far, then he would be proud of me. But the next section may be taken with a grain of salt, or it could be the end of our friendship. We shall see.

I met this guy on OkCupid. Which obviously means, I am (well - was) looking (albeit in a roundabout way) for love. Do I think I could love this guy? ... Do I think we could be happy together?

Yes.

I do.

Could we enjoy all the movies and books and other hobbies together?

Yes.

Could we be everything for each other that we will need?

Honestly, I’m not sure. But I don’t think that that’s a bad thing. There are aspects we both want and need, that we both need to allow a little time and space to let them grow or nurture, but given the opportunity I think they will come in time. But that’s what being in a relationship is all about, growing together with a partner.

We both just came out of a long term relationship, and perhaps we were both on a vulnerable rebound and looking to hookup when our paths crossed. Is that such a bad thing? I certainly don’t think so.

We have clicked.

There is definitely something there...it’s just a case of what it becomes down the line.

What’s better?

It all felt so natural.

It still does.

Was it simply a spur of the moment? Where we both gave into our loneliness and found comfort in the others openness to get to know one another? Or was it an event that marked the start of a...perhaps sudden, but possible relationship?

I really don’t know.

I have my demons, as he has his own.

Since we ‘met’ there’s been a part of me that wants to be there for him, to help him, support him and offer hugs when they are needed, and since then as we have grown closer, I know that that is what he wants to do for me.

What is this blog all about?

It’s about my mind.

The inner workings of my inner soul.

It’s about doing the right thing, while simultaneously feeling like i’m doing the wrong thing. Am I doing the right thing for the wrong reasons, or the wrong thing for the right reasons?

As with the invisible blog post that he sent me, this blog has no official ending, I am just spilling my mind, it really does help me to see what happens and understand it.

But there is one question that I do feel the need to answer.

“*gulp* Well, that’s it. Now I await either:
A) Ms. Belle <3 gives you a cuddle and smiles or B) Oliver... I’m sorry if you feel there’s something between us, but the other night was just fun”


Well Oliver, the answer is A...or at least a variant of A.

“Ms Belle <3 gives you a cuddle, a smile and a soft kiss.”


It’s true, we are still TOTALLY new friends, and an even newer couple and I don’t expect this to end with a ring on my finger and bells sounding in the distance, but I know that we will take things as we have been, one day and one step at a time.

If things don’t work between us as a couple? So what. I know in my heart that we will be good friends for years to come, and for that I am eternally grateful to you for sending that first message.

It’s true, we do all have our demons, but I can’t wait to continue working on mine with you by my side.


Thursday, 30 June 2016

On Becoming a New Me | The first step to getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.


Some of you might remember that 5 months ago I started on the journey to becoming a new me. As the saying goes "New Year, new me"...only this time it really was going to be a new me. I was determined.

I posted a picture similar to the one above on a social media site (in fact it was the top half of this picture on its own) when I began on my journey with a long caption underneath it. Normally, a photo like this is one that I would never even contemplating sharing with anyone, let alone posting it online.

Today, 5 months on, I posted the above photo on the same social media site with a slightly different, but just as long, caption underneath it.

The first photo I posted, was taken at the end of January. That was me then. The lower half of the above photo?

This is me now.

In my entirety.

As I have said before in numerous places, my weight is something that has always bothered me, but more than that my body is something that I have always, always been disgusted by. This year I made the decision to start again and unlike previous years, to stick to it.

And I have.

I really have made some significant changes and started to do things for myself, not least the fact that I now find it odd if I don't go out for at least an hour walk/jog every other day! (This would previously unheard of!)

It hasn't been easy and I know it won't be for the foreseeable future but I am so thankful to my friends, old and new, for their constant support and love.

I am moving on with my life and doing things I never thought I could and without all of you, I know that this wouldn't be possible.

This photo is me at the end of January and me now, and I have now lost nearly 2 Stone (28 lbs) since then.

I am slowly increasing my exercise plan to continue to gradually improve my fitness and I am already noticing differences in my stamina and how I feel as a person. I have discovered that I can actually run (granted only after spending a small fortune on a proper sports bra! -___- ). I'm working hard to battle my depression and anxiety. My eating habits have changed and I find myself even feeling better just for that.

I really am beginning to feel the benefits of working on sorting my life out in general and what's better, is that I know that I am doing it for me, and no one else and I actually feel somewhat proud of myself for it for the first time in a long time.

I know this photo is still far from what is often accepted as beautiful and far from the "norm" in terms of sexy but it is me, and I am slowly becoming more and more proud of who I am.

I'm taking baby steps but I am definitely on my way.



Sunday, 8 May 2016

On Leaving Work Behind | Is Having Any Job Better than Having No Job?



I read something a friend shared on Facebook today about how having a bad job is harder on your mental health than unemployment.

It struck a massive chord with me.

The article, written by Stephen Bevan in 2014 looks at research that was undertaken by Peter Butterworth and and colleagues at the Australian National University to develop an understanding of what being "better off" in work really means, beyond the traditionally narrow economic definitions.

The received wisdom is that being out of work is a bad thing. It certainly is bad, as we know, for income. It is also bad for self-esteem, dignity, social inclusion, relationships and health. So, all other things being equal, a policy position that promotes getting people back into work is both rational and evidence-based.

But, building on this position, and especially during a period of high unemployment, the received wisdom also tells us that any job is a good job. This informed UK policy (that has since been ruled illegal in many ways) towards compulsory work experience and the "workfare" or "work-for-benefits" thinking which many politicians now favour.

The argument is that being in poor-quality work which, perhaps, is boring, routine or represents underemployment or a poor match for the employee's skills is widely regarded as a good way for the unemployed to remain connected to the labour market — and to keep the work habit. But Butterworth's data contradicts this. The data shows without question that the psychosocial quality of bad jobs is worse than that of unemployment.

Butterworth looked at those moving from unemployment into employment and found that:

Those who moved into optimal jobs showed significant improvement in mental health compared to those who remained unemployed. Those respondents who moved into poor-quality jobs showed a significant worsening in their mental health compared to those who remained unemployed.”

So now there is a slightly different answer to the question about the unemployed being better off in work. Yes they are. Of course they are, as long as they are in good-quality jobs. If they are in bad jobs, or jobs that are bad for them, there is a perversely strong chance that they will be worse off — especially in terms of their mental health.

Again, for those who think that there should be punitive undertones to policies to get unemployed people back to work would do well to question whether the "any job is a good job" mantra is as accurate as they like to think. Moreover, should we not question whether the revolving-door characteristics of some policies in which many people fall back out of work soon after being found a job might — in part — owe their poor performance to the damaging psychosocial quality of the work itself?

I'm not saying that we should stop helping and encouraging unemployed people to get a job but I do think that it should make us think a lot more about how the quality of jobs can affect our health and productivity. Even in a recession, the uncomfortable truth may be that "any job" may not be a good job at all.

In retrospect of this, I though that I would share my experience of this.

A lot of people know that working is something that I love to do. I love to keep busy, to do things, and in general to make a potentially long lasting and positive impact on the society around me. I always have and always will do. One day I know that I will find the job of my dreams but until then, I will make do with what I can get.

I've never been one to give up on things, always doing my best to persevere and keep going – after all, change is something that happens continuously and when you are least expecting it. It often only takes one small thing to make all the difference and completely change the outlook you have on something.

That being said – I recently left the first full time job I have ever had since graduating from my Masters in November. I'd only been there for about three months.

Three months.

It doesn't sound long really, does it?

It definitely doesn't to me, and I feel absolutely awful that I left so soon.

I feel as though I gave up.

Like I quit.

Well – I did quit.

I chose to leave.

The thing is – the job I had wasn't the job I thought it would be. That is something that is, at least in some ways, as much my fault as that of my past employers.

I did enjoy what I was doing – some of it. I loved working with the young people I worked with, and I loved working with the large majority of my colleagues but let's face it who gets on with everyone and enjoys their company? Not everyone in the slightest.

It was a challenging role.

It was definitely challenging – something I normally relish.

It was rewarding to see the young people I was working with develop – even in the short time I worked there and it wasn't how I was expecting.

I have definitely made a few friends I know I will keep and I am grateful for that if nothing else.

Now I can hear you asking: “If you enjoyed it and it has helped you with those things then why did you leave?”

Well – the short answer is this.

I left because it was making me ill.

I left because I just wasn't enjoying what I was doing.

Don't get me wrong, like I said above I do really enjoy a challenge but the challenges that I faced in this job were just not ones that made me comfortable – in fact I was about as far from comfortable as I have been in a very long time and coming from me that is saying something.

I tried to stay positive about it but in the end I think that made it worse.

I found myself getting home in the evening and crying for hours.

Hiding from my parents and the questions I'd get about work.

I began to feel myself slipping back into a place that I have been fighting so hard to keep myself from for the last 6 months.

Not a good place.

At all.

I was stressed with the project I was working on, and fighting everything else as well.

In the end I broke.

Something had to give and it was me.

In the middle of where I worked.

On a colleague and good friends shoulder.

I totally broke down.

I spent the rest of that day with my manager, the two of us breaking.

It hurt.

But I'd be wrong if I said it also didn't help.

I handed my notice in the day after and left the job 2 weeks later.

I saw my project to completion and it was (at least in my opinion), a success.

I left with my head held high, proud of what I'd achieved. And for that I will be forever grateful to everyone there.

I accomplished things I never thought I ever would or could in that three month period but for my own sake I had to leave otherwise one of two things would have happened.

1: I'd have continued, ended up taking long term sick leave having spiralled deeper into my illness and then been asked to leave having failed my probationary period.

2: I'd have continued and tried to do my best and still failed my probationary period and ended up being asked to leave and then spiralled deeper into my illness.

Neither of which are good options.

So – here I am again. Battling with myself to keep going and to find another job. I know I will get there and when I find the right one I will know that I have.

I know that the decision I made, though it is one of the hardest I have ever had to make, I know it was for the best.

Thank you to everyone who helped me throughout this past few weeks, I'm almost certain that things would have been a lot worse and darker without you.

I cannot tell you how much it means.

As the saying goes – onwards and upwards.


Friday, 29 April 2016

On being broken: A Confession {{Potential Trigger Warning For Negative Thoughts}}

~takes a very deep breath~

"Hi, my name is belle, and I am broken."


There. I said it again. I'm broken.


I am still broken.


But...


I am still trying to fix myself.


However...


I have a confession to make.


Most of, if not all of you know I am battling a lot of different and difficult things in my life right now.


For a while I have felt as though I have been managing them - or at least managing them as best as I could.


I found some kind of routine. I stuck to it as best as I could. I put on a brave face and did what I needed to to get by.


But...


...right now I am really, really struggling.


I'm not sure whether I am coming or going, doing right or wrong or why the entire world seems to do nothing but want to punish me but that is genuinely what I feel like at the moment.


In retrospect...


I am sorry if I am not my normal bright and bubbly self.


Right now I honestly feel like the most worthless piece of shit in the Universe. I feel like I am not only destined to be alone (in person) forever but also to be hurt and broken repeatedly through crushing hopes and dreams in the process.


I am lucky enough to have a very small number of people who are trying to help me with this and at the moment they are the only thing that is really keeping me going.


This week has been one of the hardest of my life and my journey so far.


I've left a job I have grown to love because it is making my MH worse.


I've lost a small group of friends that I had finally built in the process.


I've lost other friends that I have known for years.


I've lost a friend whose words and support truly helped to make me the person that I am today to a short but determined battle with Cancer.


I've faced rejection numerous times from the one person in my real life I had grown to love but still I continue to pursue them.


I've been told that I'm the worst person in the world by someone I used to call a friend and I've discovered that others have either lied or hidden things from me.


I've worked 3 12 hour days out of the 4 days I did work this week.


I've had anxiety and panic attacks in the office.


I've planned and executed an event with over 35 exhibitors/presenters, and hundreds of young people.


I've almost collapsed from stress and exhaustion.


I've struggled to do even the most basic of things.


But i'm still here.


I just wanted to ask that you all bear with me.


While I may not be the me you know.


Not at the moment, at least.


I hope to get back there at some point.


And when I do I hope that I can continue to get better.


Thank you.


~Steps off my soap box and wishes for the ground to swallow me whole~