While talking to Natalie Meagan, I asked her about the creation of The Crybaby Club, her reasoning behind the stigmas surrounding emotions.
Coming out of dissociation can feel like waking from a lucid dream. One moment you’re on the other side of physical reality, and then you cross the threshold and are part of life again.
If you’re looking for me, I’ll be lying on the sofa, huddled under a blanket, feeling satisfyingly shitty.
Go ahead. Give in to the misery.
A day or two following what my friends now call “The Bacon Incident,” I broke it off. Image: Thinkstock.
“She just grabbed the bacon off my plate! She didn’t ask, she didn’t even say anything, she just assumed it was OK and took it!”
“It’s just bacon —”
“It’s NOT about the Bacon, Donald. It’s about the principle.”
But here is the secret I've learned from years of misery and failure: Food IS naturally comforting to us. And that is perfectly fine.
Food, TV, alcohol, exercise, rest, intimacy, and sex, are all perfectly acceptable, natural ways that we humans get comfort.
It's not easy to reconcile caring about someone with allegations of abuse against them. But sometimes, it's necessary.