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#PTSDChat A History and Where Now?

In December 2014 I decided it was time to see if I could become a full-time artist and mental health advocate, a writer and eradicate much of the misinformation out there which surrounds Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  To that end I connected through my friend, Shannon Ogburn (a super talented graphic artist), with Shane Todd who runs 14Oranges.  They built my website www.kategillieart.com and connected me with Rebecca Kerswell of WHOA Media. Rebecca put together a media profile for me and we discussed objectives.  It was Rebecca who said you need to be on TWITTER Kate, in February 2015.  I said, “What is TWITTER?” Ah. And so #PTSDChat was launched.  Today we have broken some serious milestones as it has moved into a vast global community of incredibly inspiring, supportive people from every walk of life and geographic location, one aim only: to facilitate healing, understanding, support and connections…

#PTSDChat : Self Proxy

My Dad is upset that I have on occassion portrayed him as a fascist, racist, on occassion brutal man who has the ability to hurt people in inventive ways.  That I was, as a child, absolutely terrified of both my parents.  At first I was shocked and bordering on outrage that he’d step in defend any of it.  I thought we had moved passed this! Ah. Nothing like a dumb ass and a good kick – I am and have received both. Self Proxy goes with the turf.  I was taught it from birth: be the person they want you to be or … else. So here are the facts. I was born in 1970 in Rhodesia, a state dedicated to the supremacy of whites (as in folk with white skin, preferably the kind of skin I have, milk white with freckles, green eyes and red/blonde hair).  The Rhodesian Bush…

#PTSDChat – Holidays aka Our Nemesis

Nemesis: the inescapable agent of someone’s downfall ‘Tis the Season to be Lonely Fuck a la la la la, la la la ‘Tis the Season to be Phoney Fuck a la la la la, la la la Dish the drama up with candy Fuck a la la la, la la la Scratch my heart out with your nails Fuck a la la la, la la la Etcetera Etcetera Etcetera I love Christmas.  I love the holidays.  I love all the happy, the jingles and the merry joy that Disney says we feel.  But then I’ve never been at the centre of a true family holiday – I watch from the outside, always have.  Stare at the shows that every family puts on, hiding the nail scraping against the chalk boards behind closed doors.  My favourite bit of Christmas is my children’s joy: we have no family so it is…

#PTSDChat : Cannabis – Exploding and Exploring the Prejudice

Cannabis scares me. I fear it and those who use it.  I fear the smell.  I turn tail and run from it.  Or I topple over like the human fainting goat that I am. Any which way I cut it, Cannabis is clearly the stuff of the devil. Then my friend who is one of my heroes in life tells me that he’s had a medical breakthrough.  This is my friend who has kept me awake at night when he’s gone radio silent (not that he knows it nor would I tell him until he was through the PTSD badlands); a cop who has fought the darkness, put his life on the line to protect and serve.  Literally.  He witnessed too much, saw too much death and too much pain.  His own life under threat and finally, the breaking point comes. His life has been on the line for almost…