referring to a research paper published in the year 1964 for my research got me feeling like a priestess or a young protagonist on a quest wearing a heavy cloak over her shoulders as she refers to an ancient scroll for prophecies, clues or anything that can help her in her most desperate hour, written in a nearly-undecipherable script in the light of a lamp. do with that what you will.
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This isn't the promised post about the parallels in Dorothy's relationships with Joyce and Walky (they exist! Honest!). This is drilling down a little into the more recent detail of Dorothy's disintegration and the specific path she's taken that makes Joyce central to the new self she's beginning to build. It's a long way from the whole of this story, but focuses on a few key moments that draw many threads together at once.
Everything that follows comes from Book 14, chapter 1: 'Everybody's looking for Nothing.'
So this starts in Dorothy's subconscious as she dreams. This is raw, unfiltered, chaotic Dorothy. Joyce is there to voice Dorothy's unacknowledged anxieties. And that makes sense; for all her naivete and warped upbringing, Joyce is perceptive, honest, and loves Dorothy enough to say something to her. In the dream Dorothy's important (SotU address!) but incompetent (late, no speech, no pants) and the more she denies and diminishes the issues, the worse they become, until...
Focusing on her ambition means that the actual person she loves, riding this enormous horse with her, falls. And Dorothy is suddenly surrounded by falling people - and they all have Joyce's face. Joyce stands for everything (everyone) Dorothy truly loves.
And denying there's a problem, or proclaiming that she's in charge, even declaring her devotion, doesn't work. Being smart isn't enough. The plan isn't good enough (reader, it really wasn't), and horror ensues.
Parenthetically, this wee arc concludes with this strip...
This isn't really about Dorothy's disintegration, except that in light of how Becky later sees Dorothy wondering the room in wakefulness, I wonder now how much of a dream it really was? At the very least, Willis is foreshadowing later developments HARD. Did I miss it? Yup. Can you blame me (or yourself, if you missed it, too)? Teasing Joyce about being gay for Dorothy has become very old hat by this time, and was really bedded into the comic by that clown, Walky. And JOYCE IS GOING OUT WITH JOE! AND JOE'S REALLY TRYING SO HARD AND IT'S SO SWEET! Plus, Walky is dealing with his parents and crashing out with Lucy and Sal is seducing Wonderbread and Ethan is seducing Asher, and Carla's got the hots for Charlie... little things like this just slide by in the torrent.
So back to the Dottieness...
Dorothy decides she needs a mental health day - a sabbath! And she discovers Walky in his pajamas playing games with a pants-less Amber (and the sexually charismatic Dina!). She manages to not melt down long enough for Walky to slouch off - and she takes his place, fully intending to lose herself in some mindless pop-culture. But it doesn't quite work that way...
Even at play, she struggles to break free from her rigidity.
When Amber confronts her denial, Dorothy actually acknowledges that for her, just existing is hard work. This isn't sustainable. She knows it.
Was that a past tense!!! This isn't actually Dorothy ditching this belief. Like Joyce's fundamentalism it's deeply ingrained, and she's going to constantly backslide into workaholism and over-responsibility. But along the way, she's going to make space for something new. Or someone...
She's justifying this to herself by saying that loving Joyce is just a specific way of 'working' according to her ancient prime directive. But look at that Joyce face. Being cared for by Dorothy is everything to Joyce. There is no way, that this can simply be another 'project'.
Joyce begins thinking almost immediately in terms of reciprocity, and in response Dorothy voices what she actually needs. She needs Joyce. To stay with her. Not to do anything for her, but to be with her.
Oh, yeah. That's happening, isn't it?
And here we go with Dorothy being Joyce's wise guide out of the labyrinth of poisonous purity culture. An ongoing project with plenty of successes. Dorothy's happy place. They're both getting something they need, here.
They go on to talk about gender and sexuality some more, and then it comes back to Dorothy, and Joyce's care for her. Which confronts Dorothy with the specific place that Joyce holds in her dreams.
The final strip of this arc is a little goofy, but says something really significant about how these two are together. They want to care for each other. They don't just want the other, they want to do things to show their love. And they're both pretty comfortable with that.
Many times, I have seen posts in this community explaining how feedism helped them heal from an ED, and those are always beautiful to see. But I haven't seen anything on the relationship between feedism and workaholism yet, and I believe there is also a healing potential in feedism when it comes to that.
Growing up, I was programmed to be a workaholic. Taking a rest in the middle of your duties was not an option; naps were prohibited unless you were sick. Rest itself was almost always labelled "lazy" unless it was also "edifying" and "productive"; sleeping in was a crime (waking up any time later than 9am was an absolute disaster, between 6 and 7 was the best). Someone staying in bed for a whole day on their day off was presented to me as an example of a failure in life: after all, they could be cleaning the whole house! Or running!
This, combined with my "gifted child syndrome", also known as undiagnosed autism, was my absolute undoing leading to burnout. I won't go into detail, but it was pretty bad. It was literally only within the last year of my life that I allowed myself to sleep past 10am (!). Literally for the first time in my life.
A variety of factors helped me to loosen up more, but feedism was a chief of them. Feedism, at its core, is anti-workaholic: you refuse to work more; instead, you eat all the delicious food. You choose what society deems as "laziness": you sleep in, you stay in bed, you eat a large meal and then you take a nap. As you gain weight, your body becomes programmed to be slower, to rest more, to require more self-care.
Of course, that is not to say that I'm never overworked these days; I am (we live in a society, alas); but I have given myself permission to be "lazy" when I have the chance. That is not to say that all I do is lay in bed and scroll my phone (although a subversive fantasy including the loss of thought and intelligence as you gain weight is hot precisely because it undermines the workaholic culture). But I try, as much as I can, not to put pressure on myself when I don't have to. In the past, I would even weigh my interests and hobbies and try to ask myself which one of them will be the most "useful" or "productive"; now, I ask myself what would bring me the most joy. Plus, as I get fatter, I am forced to stop, in a very physical way. Don't rush to the bus stop; will it really be such a disaster if you miss this one? Don't walk up the moving escalator; how many seconds of your life will that really "save" you? Walk slower. Sit down. Wait. Take a breather. Your fatter body is telling you to heal your overworked mind.
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Sometimes when trying to climb out of a mental health hole and seeking advice or giving other people advice on how to climb out of a mental health hole, the advice just plain won't work.
Which is frustrating! Especially if it seems like good advice (and it even might be!)! And personally, I think sometimes the problem isn't even necessarily that it's the wrong advice, sometimes the problem is that it's secretly Step Five and not Step Zero.
To give an example:
"Write down your emotions three times a day" is, generally, good advice when you want to figure out what's up with you over a longer period of time (e.g. to figure out if your emotions change with your menstruation cycle if you have one. If certain people or situations tend to provoke the same reactions in you, stuff like that).
But what goes unexamined is that to do that, you need to understand your emotions to begin with. You need to have the courage to feel your emotions. You need the scheduling ability and executive function to put down words reliably. So you would have to learn what lack of skill keeps you from that first. Putting your emotions into a diary is like, Step 3, not Step 0.
At some point I recognized I had anxiety and workaholism (shout-out to past me sitting in the waiting room for my psychologist's office whom I visited for guidance on how to relax and spending every moment doing flash cards on calculus, a subject I did not study and seeing nothing wrong with that). And my solution wasn't "recognize your self-worth as a person isn't tied to your productivity", it was more like...
recognize your bf stops working at some point of the day, unlike you -> start having a pause at the end of the day because you want to spend time with bf -> oh wow I'm slightly less anxious -> now that I am less anxious I'm realizing how anxious I am, this sucks -> hm, is what I'm doing actually an effective use of my time? I haven't been that successful for how much work I put in -> wait, if I want to be successful to be happy but sacrifice my happiness right now but success won't guarantee happiness... -> okay maybe it's okay if I don't work as hard as I do...?
... spread out over multiple years. I am now able to better disconnect my self-worth form my productivity, but it's like, step 20 (and still ongoing, btw).
Mental health is a skill made up of many smaller skills. To some these skills come easily, to others it doesn't, some people have a deeper hole than others to climb out of and some people are actively getting pelted by rocks while they do it.
I'm not sure how to solve it because it's a problem that only becomes apparent retrospectively. Still, I think going "okay, but is this even Step Zero for me?" could be a worthwhile thing to ask.