Showing posts with label reentry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reentry. Show all posts

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Who am I: The self years later

After numerous iterations of reconsideration, I decided to make this post of mine public... for those who might be going through or might have gone through the same thing...

Thursday, June 09, 2005
Who Am I Part I -- at the group level
Friday, June 10, 2005
Who Am I Part II- the self-construals

Over 10 years after my self-construal era and 6 and half year after these two posts, it feels really interesting to revisit the concept of individual self-construals especially at a time when the new people I come to know might have sort of figure out I am not like the normal.

Physical abnormality: easily identifiable.

Extra-physical abnormality or deviance from the norm people I recently come to know: Chances are, for them, they could speculate anything they want to but it would be sort of a little struggle for them to pinpoint where the exact deviance resides even though surely something there not quite within the norm.

Since I am not gonna go and blow my own cover (however thin the cover might be and at least not until my book comes out), unfortunately, I would simply let them fellows live through the adjustment process of entering my culture (Oops, sorry...). At the same time, would I consider changing myself?  How do you engineer the process of change shall you have no control over you mind and body?  I had sort of hoped that maybe people in Taiwan can get me normalized though now I am starting to wonder whether it is but an illusion at all (at least not a delusion). lol sigh

While, I guess, for my people back in NY, what is considered as not quite normal is but the norm. Although the "anything goes" attitude of New Yorkers might have something to do with it, I highly suspect that people might have just gotten used to it.  No grand reason at all.

Thus, all that I can hope is that, given time, everyone would be conditioned by the fact that I am simply who I am especially when I have no way to control who I am (otherwise, there wouldn't have been any blog at all).

Today, I have come to term with myself- ain't gonna try to figure out how normal people think since, regardless how the normal think, whether I will think like them is another issue.  And, the matter of the fact is that... something must have happened throughout these past few years because there are a whole lot of things going on in my body and in my head that I literally have no control over-- above and beyond the physical and the mental health things.

So I thought of the concept of the life-span development of the independent and interdependent self-contruals.

I had always been different... be it in Taiwan, in Canada, in the US, back in Taiwan or any other places I have traveled to... and even before I had my psychotic onset.

Many people had thought that it was the cultural differences that they were observing- regardless their cultural backgrounds-- only to realize eventually that it was not "only" the cultural background-- it was and has always been mes-- albeit the different versions of mes.

And, so I figure, what I had to live through these past few years might have somehow contributed to the promotion in the growth of independent self while working not so hard on developing that interdependence self.

I could go on with lengthy paragraphs trying to elaborate on this and that...  Yet, I will keep it simple and with them referring to them people I have encountered all these years regardless of geographically location and whether the "them" that I perceived exist or not in reality.

Controlling for the effects of the physical issues, what does it take for a paranoid schizophrenic to be functional in a world where everyone is constantly making judgments-- be them judgments positive, negative or neutral?  And, forget not, survival proceeds functionality.

If I were to be guided by my interdependent self and focus on practicing the belief that “people are understood primarily in connection to one another,”  I won't last too long at large although it has always been the beautiful people who had me carried along the way.

On the other hand, there is a need for my existence to be detached from the "social environment" because there is a very high likelihood that the environment created by my head is not shared by anyone else.  Since I have no control over myselves, I had to simply let myselves be "mes" since it's not like I have too many an option anyways.

Also, it is not like I knew what I was doing and I worked really hard everyday consciously trying to develop my independent self-construal while oppressing that of my interdependent self-construal.  Not so smart.

It just happened-- in time- while I was sleeping, while I was awake or somewhere in between- provided the same "environment" I carry with me regardless where I am. (Come to think about it, no wonder I can bear no weight since a world must be so of heavey. 8-O lol)

If I were to respond to a comment this friend of mine, an esteemed radiologist working in the field of psychiatry, once said, "You are too much influenced by your mental health condition," my reply today would be, "You bet.  I am looking forward to a day when you people can find a way to help me get rid of the impacts of the environment shared not by anyone else."

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?  God knows.  Just the way it is- human development if not developmental outcomes at this point.

Will my MO change in accordance to the change in the socio-cultural environment shared by the others?  What is the point of entertaining this question since we shall know when the time comes.

Was it all but at the mysterious thing called at the "cognitive" level?  God knows as well except I have a hypothesis-- I think it was that dorsal horn reorganization that nobody can prove or disprove that did it, perhaps.8-O lol

And, am I judging anyone?

Back to this quote of Frankl someone just last night, "No man should judge unless he asks himself in absolute honesty whether in the similar situation he might not have done the same."

A motto in my life with this question myselves to ask:" What would I do if I were them?" With them referring to everyone I encounter in the "environment" I carry with me regardless of the geographical locations and whether "they" exist or not. 

The answer, I bet I would do the same.

Am I sure I am sure what I am talking about here?  The truth... I am sure I am sure I am not sure since that'd be the only thing I am ever sure of. 8-O lol

Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Nobody knows Phenomena

One thing that makes me feel really funny about my life here in Taiwan is that...

First of all, I have to hide out if I want to have a smoke...  After knowing that I smoke for all these years, my parents would not let our extended family and friends know that I smoke.

Second, apparently, nobody else other than my sisters and parents know that I am psychotic because they never let anyone else know and although it ain't like it is anything to be broadcasting about.

Well... it ain't like it is any big deal and it ain't like I want the entire world know that I am whatever.

The only problem is... the others... as in the code...

Essentially, everybody knows of my physical disability and my health that seems to have suffered a bit recently and quite often....

As for them, my taking a break from it all is to recuperate from the repercussion of my back injuries.

Not knowing, above and beyond that my back of mine, I also have that head to take care of....

So, the other day, I got a call from my aunt... she wants to help me seeking a professor job.

I told her, part time at this point, maybe...

I know where she came from... "Yet, you have to get back up again especially with all of your qualifications... although you do need to let your body recover better."

I absolutely agree with her on the point that I have to get back up.

And, I have heard gazillion a time how everyone thinks I should go to be a professor and hold a prestige job.

Except for, call it a crutch or a delusion, something tells me that I haven't reached that level yet.  Even if I push through, it might be the same kinds of outcomes unfolded in that short lasting job.... which I went through with despite of the feeling that my body and mind was not quite yet ready.

Well, there might be capable people who could keep on fighting and fighting of the blah blah blah associated with blah blah blah.

Today, I am no longer... let say... who I was 5 years ago... 8-O lol

Today, I want to admire those high achieving people with schizophrenia etc... saying... how wonderful and how incredible...

For myself, all I want is to have a job that will not be causing me health problem so that I don't turn myself into nobody's burden.

It was that day or maybe even before did I come to this realization....

Why is it everyone wants me to meet their expectations for me? 8-O lol

Would it be so bad if I come out and announce that I just want to be in remission?  Would it make them feel less stressful?  8-O 8-X lol

Anyways, tomorrow I will go and try out a tech support job... keep my fingers crossed... since all that I don't know, I love working with and on computers even though they do drive me nuts at times as well.... lol

Another strange form of reentry experiences unnecessary for ordinary people.

Of course, one can always say that... see, you are being tied up by blah blah blah...

Absolutely true... expect for... I guess... I have to live with myself... might be entitled to choosing the perceivablely lesser evil... at least at this point?

And, what job doesn't have stress, right?

Well, sanity or else... my choice...

If I can't keep myself in one piece, it won't do nobody good either... not including myself... lol sigh

How do you live with a mental case

I have been living by myself all these years before and after I went psychotic.

Concerning depression, well, I had my full-blown depression as early as when I was in junior high school... Apparently, still alive...

Anyways, it was not until I came back these past few months did I realize that...

I live pretty well with a mental case (moi) since I managed to go in and out of the hospital for only 3 times this past decade.

Unfortunately or fortunate for them, my family has never had to live one.  As a result, they don't know how to live with one... I think...

Worst of all, even though I know how to live with a metal case called myself.... I don't know how to teach them to live with a mental case other than living as it? 8-O lol

Could it be... an alternative manifestation of da thing called re-entrance phenomena? 8-O

(Of course, above and beyond da blah blah blah... me possibly also do not know how to live with them... 8-O lol)

Saturday, December 25, 2010

When are you going back to the US?

One question everyone kept on asking me.

My answer, "I don't know."

My bosses did try their best to bring me back but somehow got blocked at HR.

I do have to clean up my room in New York in the next month or two.

The only question I have now is... would they give me problem applying for a visa to get back to the US especially when now I am "self-employed", a writer? Curious... Curious... 8-O lol

Then I thought... wow... so many worries in life.  The amazing creativity granted to the human mind... finding worries for oneself. 8-O lol

At the same time, it wouldn't have even been an issue if Taiwan is already part of the VIsa Waiver Program (VWP).... Ain't like I have any intention to stay illegally or conduct any illegal activities... otherwise, it would have happened, I guess... Duh... though... no criminal intents... no criminal intents here under the guidance of God... 8-X 8-O lol

One place as close to the US as as I could go now, though,  is Quam... nice...

And... in the background, my mama kept on talking about how they were proposing to make Taiwan a part on the US years back... in addition to the fact that some people in the government no is all interested in China while they themselves might the US green card... such as the president himself.... Interesting.... 8-O lol


In the meanwhile, let me get back to write.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Zu hause sein

Just came back from my mission to get a debit card from a local bank in Taiwan here for the second time though still was unable to get the application completed when I walked out of the door.

Was ist den loss?

When I went yesterday, I didn't have the stamp with me.  Apparently, in Taiwan, the signature is not enough.  You also need the stamp.

I said, "fine."

I walked back for the second round today and all documentations ready.

At some part during the paper-working process, the fine lady asked me for my cellphone.

"I don't have a cellphone."

"But I need your cellphone number in order to get the application completed."  So replied the fine lady.

You see, I can experiment with all different kinds of computing technologies but one thing I kept resisting is getting a cellphone...

I don't know why and I have no intention to waste my energy entertaining the reason why.

Then, I wanted to apply for a credit card.

I should have applied for one when I was still working but I was working 7 to 5-6  everyday till the boat sank... Didn't even have enough time to sleep... forget about credit card.

The unfortunate fact is that... I have money... but in the US still... not to mention the value of Taiwanese currency simply would not stop rising.  Thus, it is not such a great time for me to be doing currency exchange.

So I informed them, "My money is in my bank in the US."

I printed out a copy of my citibank monthly statement.

The lady at this local bank took the printouts and said that she would try to submit it as the supplementary documentation for my credit card application.

Across the street was Citibank.

The Citibank in Taiwan is not networked with Citibank in the US.  The matter of the fact is that, if I want to withdraw money, I would have to go to a specific branch at a different location.

I went to the bank yesterday and spoke with another young gentleman about my situation.

The gentleman gave me some suggestions on how it might be plausible to apply for a credit card... including... bringing my existing credit cards and a copy of my bank statement.

It was a different guy who spoke with me today.

He asked me for my 銀行存摺, which is passport size of booklet documenting all of your bank transactions.  Looking like the following...


"They don't have 銀行存摺 in the US."  At least not where I came from.

I showed him the printout of my citibank statement.

"But it doesn't have the stamp of the local branch."

To be honest, I have no recollection whether the official statement of the citibank branches uses a stamp or not...

"But this is a monthly statement and now everybody is going e-statement."

I also showed him my citibank debit card, my Chase visa card and my discover card.  Some of the cards I brought back from the US.

That gentleman in Citibank got a stern look on his face, "I can send the application in but I don't know whether it would work."

I knew he was doing his job and I was done with the re-entry experience thing for the day.

"Then, that is fine."

I walked out of the door.

I have been through quite a few of strange things in life but this gotta be accounted as the most buzzard one.

For all these years, I have opened and closed bank accounts;  I have gotten debit cards and credit cards without a hassle.  I had so many credit cards that I eventually started to cancel them out one by one.

Except for.. da mals I was in the US and I had and still have the top ranking credit score.

But the US said that I do not belong to the US and I have to come back home to Taiwan.

Eventually, now I am supposed to be zu hause sein... except for...

No credit...

No debit card...

Difficulties applying for credit card...

This realization struck me...

Wow... this is what it really mean... a lost soul in limbo! 8-O lol

I was feeling very jaded like any other normal people would do.

I got home, turned on the computer and started doing typing... which makes me feel... zu hause sein.

There is something interesting about writing... or let the words that want to come out coming out in its own will.

Reminding me again of da fountain of speech de da goddess of speech des Nietzsche.

At some point, I thought of that shabby room of mine...

I am home.  The home that I grew up in.

Yet, God, how I miss home and my other families...

Zu hause sein...

At the same time, nothing special I guess... just the reenactment of some commonplace reentry experiences?

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Was bist du von Beruf?

"Was bist du von Beruf?" is one of the few sentences I can still make in German.

Well, what do you do to make a living?

Since I had to quit that full-time job that got me into the hospital, I am back to be unemployed.  Ouch.

The funny thing is that, in the back of my mind, somehow I knew along the way it was to come except for I did not know in which way my system would collapse... even before I took the job...

I knew something was not ready.

However, since that thing called "I knew" is often wrong as per my delusional propensity, I went ahead with it though ending the last few days of my employment on sick-leave. 8-X

Nowadays I am getting stronger and recovering even better again... especially physically...

I continue to go to my physical therapy and go to see my rehab doctor.

At the same time, I start to get back to my writing and... oops... back to monkeying around with zynga games.

As I was on my way to my physical therapy today, I had a realization...

I always wanted to be a writer except for it ain't like I have a clue what I can write about.

Since, out side of the times I spent in physical therapy, my daily long walk and my swinging exercise, I spend a huge amount of time in front of the computer writing about how I don't know what to write...

Today the only desktop support service I could provide is for myself.

Today the only person I can remotely teach a squat to is myself.

Today the only statistics that is causing me grief is.. me.

Having worked for all these years... today...  Was bin ich von Beruf? 8-O

Now that no other titles are applicable...

Can't even call myself a housewife since... oops.. can't find no man to marry me. 8-O lol

Wow... how wonderful... so I thought to myself...

I am a writer.

For all those years that I wanted to be a writer, I happened to be something else.

Interestingly, today it would be really nice to get some simple job and make a dine or two, I am forced by la forza... home resting...

Just so happen... all else taken away from me... I end up being a writer... writing about how I have no idea what to write about. 8-O lol

Except for... the first and the very last book I published was 5 years ago... my dissertation... which I sold... like... 1 or 2 copies? 8-O lol

Sunday, December 19, 2010

On learning to type ㄅㄆㄇ

There is something really interesting about learning to type ㄅㄆㄇ.

It is very unnatural... 8-O lol

At least from the perspective of someone who is trained to use the ABC keyboard.

The matter of the fact is that, for years, I only have to worry about moving my fingers around in 3 main rows.  All of a sudden, with the ㄅㄆㄇ keyboard, I have to move my fingers to control 4 rows.

In case you wonder what the Chinese phonetics look like and their matching keys...



At this state, I am still trying really hard to both physically and mentally map the location of my fingers with the associated phonetics. Still really rusty with my skills but I think I can now type much faster when comparing to back a couple days ago if not weeks or months ago.

When doing my everyday walk, I would even stare at them store signs and move my fingers to the relative locations... as practice exercise.

Come to think about it... the process of learning to type is sort of like learning to play guitar or piano... I guess?

I don't know how much longer it will take before I am as good a typist in Chinese as in English. Hopefully... the day will come soon!

Some people, such as my sister, prefer to use the Ping-in input method since she, like me, is already familiar with the ABC keyboard.

Why do I choose to go with ㄅㄆㄇ?

I don't know. Just do it. I guess? Maybe I will come back to try out Ping-in one day. For now, I am experimenting with ㄅㄆㄇ.

My preferred now is the traditional Chinese Phonetic Input method that came with the Windows OS. The benefit of it is that it will also automatically show you the plausible selection of the next word to save you some typing time.

The problem with the word selection process is that, in Chinese, sometimes you have a whole lot of words with the same pronunciation and you have to scroll down and down till you find what you want.  With the suggestions automatically provided by the program, sometimes the list is so long that it might take longer time for you to find the next words than simply to get it type out.

The scrolling thing is also the reason why I started with the Ping-in input method and decided to go through the process of relearning the ㄅㄆㄇ keyboard.  It is because, with the ㄅㄆㄇ system, you can specify the tone of the word you are typing and the resulting word list would get shorter, which would totally help you cut down the time needed to browse through a world of plausible words.

For instance, if I intent to type "打滾", after I type out the word 打, it will show me a list of words that could follow this word.  In order to get to the second word "滾," I have to click 7 times on that scrolling bar in order to locate the specific word.  In that case, it might be much faster simply type the word out than using the suggestion functions.

An interesting manifestation of this thing called having to stop my thinking because I can not find the word... 8-O

Come to think about it and since I almost type as fast as I can think... and... reminiscing da not so far away past going from 2-3 words...

For one to be able to type out their writing directly, one really need to have a working memory with larger than the 2-3 words capacity.  I suspect, when I was in the state of being able to read 2-3 words, by the time I finish recognizing the first option, I would have already forgotten my own thoughts... Just wondering...

Life is interesting... always something new everyday....

What have I been up to? (As tough as ㄅㄆㄇ)

Other than working really hard trying to figure out how to get myself recover from head to toe...

After the event that led to the big time realization that now me speak even no good Chinese now 8-X, I started to work really hard on my Chinese writing and keyboarding skill.

I still remember the time when I look at people who needed to find keys one by one when typing and thinking to myself... they need more training in automating the "key finding" skill...

Not to realize that... today... it is me myself who needs the training today.

Well.. ain't like I haven't been done or doing da thing called re-learning to walk and re-learning to think kinda stuff?

Being an excellent typist for the longest time, I have already forgotten the pains involved when I learned to type in English ages ago...

I have also forgotten what it took to get to the state of typing without even having to think of the keys... the fingers simply move to the location...

En route, using google site, Chinese version, I created my first Chinese website populated with traditional Chinese characters and the info was based on the contents I prepared for the big-flop speech largely destroyed by my lack of insights about my now no-good Chinese proficiency. 8-X lol sigh

Gotta say, if all that I have to do is to put things together in English, it might take only a few hours.  Unfortunately, it took me a couple of days to get some pretty drafty kinda contents out because, first, I have to translate ideas from English to Chinese and, second, I have to type them out in traditional Chinese.

Anyways, the up-side of the whole 9 yards... I can see, in the near future, I can feel much more comfortable using this term called "bi-lingual"... beginning with... being able to be a better typist using phonetics.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

My biggest fear came true... re-entry- 邯鄲學步

Had the chance to give a small talk... brown bag kinda thing today about the future and present trends as I know in instructional technologies base on my years of blah blah blah.

I might not be an excellent teacher or speaker... throughout the years, I have given some all right grade kinda presentations.

Today was the worst... because... it was the first time in my life to give a presentation in CHINESE. OMG...  8-O

Though... I speak Mandarin and Taiwanese in my everyday life, throughout the entire presentation, I found... uncontrollably.. thoughts, expressions and ideas forming in English.

I was on the stage trying to convey my ideas except for... it's a Taiwanese audience.

I heard English phrases slipping out of my mouth time and again... till... finally... I gave up refraining myself using English phrases because that seems to be the only way to get senses semi-completed.  8-X

When I was preparing for the talk, one of the biggest obstacle I came across was to find the Chinese translation for all the terminologies.

For instance, mental model... I live in mental model theory for all these years.  Yet, I had no clue what mental model is in Chinese...

Also.. so they say... mental model is 心智模式...

I also have no concept at all what "concept map"?   In other words, I have no 概念 what 概念圖 is in Chinese.

It was not until when I started talking did I realize that... it is not only the Chinese versions of the academic jargons that I am clueless about... I am also at a loss when it comes to the expressions associated with the usage of these jargons.  Might have something to do with the fact that... these are the things I learned in my adult life with usage exclusively in English.

The whole thing got me totally in shock and brought me further down into the dasein of my 邯鄲學步 state... me no speaking English, now... neither could I do Mandarin and Taiwanese in stand-alone version.  8-O lol sigh

It also reminds me of the experiences I had when I first went to Vancouver...

When I tried to speak English, I would first write the sentence out in that vacuous space in my head before I could read it out loud.... the same time I tried to learn the qwert keyboard.

Now, the inverse of what happened almost 20 years ago... except for this round... couldn't figure out how to put things in Chinese and type them ㄅㄆㄇ.... 8-O lol

On a second thought, such gotta be some pretty common experiences... so they might have named it... "en-entry cultural shock."

Got me a good shock....

On another second thought, well... my life is very much normalized today sharing issues commonly experienced by the normals... 8-O lol