Tuesday, October 17, 2017

More Penn trip

OK, it's time for me to stop ranting about my problems...the only way for me to get over all this mess is to find a way to move on and I can't do that if I can't get over it, so let's get back to the crappy, absolutely useless Pennsylvania trip, shall we? (Wait...did I just do it again?).

Most everything else we saw was pretty much from the car window, so this is the drive-by version of sites. Here is the Kentucky "castle" I always see from the interstate but have never seen close up. They have turned it into a hotel (it used to be a private residence):
And we managed to drive almost right up to it before we had to turn around:
Our first night we stayed in Bardstown, Kentucky, so we drove past "My Kentucky Home" (not sure what it is, but here it is):
and NUMEROUS bourbon distilleries (which are quite ugly):
We went to Transylvania University for the sole purpose of getting shirts (because they are cool things to have)...this history I do know a bit about...Kentucky was originally named Transylvania, but they decided to change it. Shame.
Some weird helicopter thing happening in Virginia (or West Virginia, sometimes it was hard to tell):
Of course, Trans Allegheny:
Thought this was interesting...wonder what space info they are downloading?
Everybody's got a gimmick:
I got a bit obsessed with rock formations in the highway digouts (or maybe it was boredom):
Giant rubber duckie (because why not?):
A cool coal breaker being dismantled not far from Centralia:
The graffiti road (and no, my hips aren't that big...my camera bag is):
What do you do when you're stuck in traffic for an hour? Take fifteen million pictures of a series of bridges:
We got to Gettysburg too late, but if ANYONE knows why they used to make fences like this, please explain it to me:
Creepy Lincoln statue:
Extremely close to Burkittsville (aka Blair Witch country and Antietam), this weird, creepy, dead tree that completely fascinated me:
Not a very clear pic, but the sign of Burkittsville (that they changed to deter visitors after the movie came out):
Actually, only two places in the town where filmed in the original movie, the sign and the cemetery, aka here:
I was holding the camera pretty steady, but had a very hard time getting a clear picture (which is pretty hard with my camera):
A quick circle through the start of Antietam:
Crossing the Potomac into Shepherdstown, the supposed most haunted town in America (none of the pictures past this point turned out-a sign?):
A preview of one of the many Oak Ridge, Tennessee facilities:
The Parthenon in Nashville (always wanted to go there, but we didn't plan it well because there was an arts festival there as well as a Vanderbilt game and it was utter chaos):
Why do I love my camera so much? Didn't even notice the netting on the Parthenon until I was editing the pictures:
Call me kooky, but not only is Athena ugly, she's creepy too!
And that's it...we were four hours from home at that point, so really nothing of interest other than numerous interstate walls (I do have my weird fetishes!).

It was a quick trip and was absolutely useless, but at least we got to go to some cool places even if we didn't get to stay very long and see some cool things. I just wish I had been in a better frame of mind and had been able to process everything better. I SOOOO love a road trip even though my Sister hates them. I need to find a road-trip partner...someone who can handle my road-warrior type of travel.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Weekly Stitching and yet more ranting

Yet another week of not getting done what I wanted to. I left off on Alice and the B's here:
And I'm STILL dealing with Alice's hair, although I've been trying to distract myself with her massive forehead:
And now the ranting shall begin, so you can just stop here...it won't hurt my feelings.

Once Upon A Time is getting better...without giving anything away, I now understand why Hook wasn't "right" in that first episode and I'm OK with it now. I'm still binge-watching the original though. I need a bit of mind-numbing happiness right now and since I can't take the meds that do it), then I'll take it where I can get it and since I'm a prudish good girl (dammit), I have to do it with TV.

I'm having a lot of issues with people not understanding what I'm going through and why I'm not just able to shrug off this whole hospitalization debacle and move on. Basically, it doesn't matter that I'm broken, the needs of others are more important than mine so I should just put all of this aside for their sake's (not sure where the logic for that comes from)...I just need to "get over it" and "move on" because it was "only three days, not three months", and "it's been over a month ago now" and "it's time to let it go" (and yes, all those quotes are actual).

I absolutely HATE the word, but has everyone forgotten that I am diagnosed with Autistic Spectrum Disorder? My brain is broke with or without the tumor...I learned how to make it work enough to get by, but this whole hospital thing fried or unplugged something and I feel like I've lost all my programming and damn if I forgot to make a back up copy. Sure, I can do the most basic of functions to get through the day, but if the slightest of extras is asked of me, I either break down into tears or have a panic attack and that is in every aspect of my life, be it work or personal. But when all is said and done...I was born broken and although I've managed to make a life faking it, I went through something that was traumatic enough for me to basically fry my brain completely to the point where I don't even care enough to fake it any more. I AM BROKEN AND THAT'S WHO I AM. Either take me or leave me as I am.

The only people who can help are mental health professionals, but I can't trust them because they are the reason why I'm in this mess in the first place...so I'm screwed on that front. I have to fix it myself, but that takes time and, at the moment, I can't deal with it. Even if I do manage to get myself restarted, rebooted, reformatted or whatever it takes, I'm never going to be the same again and that scares me even more. I keep trying to explain it, but apparently I can't explain it clearly enough, and I keep getting speeches filled with quotes like the ones above instead of support or even understanding...I'll take just a smidge of either right now. I might get a minute of it, but there is always a "but" that leads back to one or all of these damn quotes.

Oh, and my absolute favorite quote? "How come you were so terrified to be locked up and yet you can barely leave your house to go outside?". Oh, I don't know, because I was locked up in a strange place surrounded by strangers (I do have severe Social Anxiety Disorder) and my house is filled with everything that makes me happy (Asperger's) and I'm in constant fear of the world around me because I'm obsessed that I'm going to get dragged back to that place (OCD)? Add ADHD to the mix and probably fifteen or so other conditions, and not a pleasant soup does it make...I'll stick to the safety of my house thank you very much! There is no outside world here...only puppies and ducks and mice and aliens and pirates and princesses and princes and tons of other lovely little things that can never hurt me (unless they fall on my head I guess).

I was honest with a nurse, and it got me locked up, so that's my fault (apparently). I was traumatized from it to the point of almost full on agoraphobia, yet that is also my fault (apparently). I can't get over it and I'm torturing myself, so all side effects are my fault (apparently). Other family members who have needs too should be put first ahead of my own terrors because that's the way it's supposed to be (apparently). Any wonder why I ended up locked up in the first place? It's hard to fix yourself if you don't believe you matter enough and it's supported by the barrage of quotes like those above by those you value most in life. I'm not sure about you, but what I'm hearing is that I'm a total screw up whose only purpose is to serve the needs of others. Great. Just what I always wanted to be.

I guess I'll continue to be a self-imposed zombie, going to work, faking through the day, stitching at night, and waiting for the a-ha moment when this nightmare can either be over or begin to at least settle down a bit because I just don't know what else to do right now. If there is one thing I'm learning from all this, it's that all these years that I've felt so alone, there is a reason for it...it's because I am alone. Rant over...I've got at least one more episode of Once before I have to go to bed. At least the nightmares have stopped (for now...don't want to jinx myself).

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Centralia, Pennsylvania

Again, we didn't have the time to hang around for long, but we did manage to stop in at Centralia to see the major sites, first and foremost, the infamous church. For anyone who has ever seen the movie Silent Hill, you'll understand the significance of it, but it wasn't easy to get to and the no trespassing signs were everywhere!
I really wanted to wander around a bit, but it just wasn't legal and it wasn't a line we were willing to cross. Finding the "graffiti road" was pretty easy, but getting there was a whole other story. It started with a walk past one of the front cemeteries (there are four in the town, three to the front and one at the back near the church):
Despite the state of everything else, they do take incredible care of the cemeteries and people are still being buried there even today:
Our first option was climbing down this hill...wasn't gonna happen because it's a lot steeper than it looks:
So we walked down this incredibly creepy road (and we all know how I LOVE trees):
Following clues left behind by previous fellow explorers:
We ran up on another even steeper hill until we decided we couldn't avoid the scary "pit of despair" as I took to calling it, so around it we went, but I swear I expected bodies to start coming up out of the waters at any point:
And viola!
I wanted to walk further down, but we just didn't have the time. There was some neat graffiti, some poignant considering, some just crap or signatures (and there were people actively tagging while we were there):
What did bother me though was the tagging in the trees and foliage surrounding the road...there is no call for that:
Am caught a picture of me "petting" the leaves of a tagged tree. I was having a "moment", but hey, at least you get to see my purple hair and my Trans Allegheny shirt I mentioned in my last post (man, I've really gained weight since getting out of the hospital!):
I wanted to walk all the way down to where the road actually breaks up, but Amber didn't want to and we were running out of time, so this was as close as I got:
When we got back out, it's amazing how much of the town has just "disappeared" back into nature:
And we could still see the creepy Silent Hill church from the Confetti Road:
Ironically, on the way out, we found a much easier way in...oh well, you know what they say about hindsight!
Again, I wish we could have had more time to explore the other cemeteries and more of the streets, but we had to get back on the road. But hey, at least I can say I've been there!

If you've never seen Silent Hill, it's a great horror movie packed with just about everything...ghosts, witches, demons, zombies, creepy kids, religious fanatics, portals to other realms, bugs, etc. and I highly recommend it! I made Amber watch it before we left and she didn't care for it (I believe she may have mentioned that I might have something wrong with me for liking that movie, but hey, what else is new?).

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum

On our very short trip to Pennsylvania for our Grandmother's supposed special mass (which turned out to be a normal mass with the mention of her name long before we arrived, but that's another story for another day), we made a few stops along the way, one of the first of which was to the Trans Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in Weston, West Virginia. Granted, we didn't have enough time to do anything but walk around the outside and visit the gift shop (no time for tours), but I think it changed me a bit (more on that later).

The main building is extremely imposing, but not scary in the least:
Actually, the scariest buildings were the abandoned building across the street:
And the rather imposing building that was either the medical facility or the school (since we didn't take the tour, we're not really sure):
The architecture of the main building was absolutely stunning and I was surprised to find it made of blue sandstone versus the typical limestone:
They did have their Halloween colors out:
My Sister was obsessed with that little chair for some reason...I couldn't get her to even notice the body chute right next door (and dumb me was so busy trying to get her to notice it, I forgot to get a picture of it):
I love how the sandstone weathers:
At one point, my Sister went off to get the car (we parked across the street) and as I was waiting, I found myself literally almost hugging the building, something I would NEVER do at a supposed haunted location. But I think my recent foray into the mental health system has changed my views of things. There was an incredible sadness to the building. I could feel all the bad ju-ju vibes too, but the sadness was almost overwhelming and I felt like I just wanted to hug it all away. I stood here for the longest time. I tried not to look creepy by rubbing the building, but frankly, that was exactly what I was doing. I rested my head up against it too at one point. The pull was so strong to go inside and I don't just mean inside the doors, but almost like inside the stone...I know, sounds totally nutballs, but hey, guess we already know that to be a fact!
The entrance doors were beautiful as well (photos weren't allowed inside without paying a very hefty fee - not nice):
Although my Sister did take one pointing inside the door (so does that count?):
It took her forever to get the car and I was starting to worry (because there were some unsavory characters hanging about), but come to find out, she just found some neat things to take pictures of across the street:
I so wish I had her photographic eye!
I never even noticed the waterfall:
Like I said, we didn't get to stay very long, we both bought a T-shirt and a book and out the door we went although I almost felt like I had to be dragged...I wanted to stay, which is incredibly odd considering the trauma I just went through. We tried to drive around it, but surprisingly, the area surrounding it is heavily populated with houses! Who in the hell would want to live that close to an insane asylum, let alone a haunted abandoned one? But we did get some parting shots including a side shot of the "scary" building:
I have the feeling this is where the patients were brought in at...deja vu:
The old greenhouse:
Some of the other buildings we couldn't see from the front:
This tree has literally grown into the metal fence and they tried to cut it, but it's still there! I felt like it was very symbolic...nature disrupted by the sharp coldness of man's invasive, cutting, and brutal progress:
No ghosties in the windows, but I wouldn't rule it out!
Like I mentioned, I bought a shirt and it had writing on the back (which I normally hate), but this was rather pointant and I've been wearing it a lot lately. It's a quote from Thomas Kirkbride, who came up the "new" plan of asylums, “There is no reason why an individual, who has the misfortune to become insane, should, on that account, be deprived of any comfort or even luxury". I lived this horror 150 years afterwards because the practice still goes on today (although not nearly to the same degree).

We fully plan to go back one day and do the full tour...of all the places we stopped on this trip, I think my Sister enjoyed this one the best (as did I), so I think it should warrant a special solo trip. I'm extremely curious to get deep inside the place and see if my "feelings" change from positive (well, sort of positive) to scared/negative.

We did actually make a few more stops, some of which can be combined into one post (and most from the car window), so hopefully I'll those up in a couple of days).