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Those of you who have been tracking my "done since" posts way too closely may recall that in the middle of June I signed up for online therapy on a site called 7cups.com (short for 7 Cups of Tea). Since then, in addition to chatting from time to time with my therapist, I've been spending a lot of time on the site, mostly in the fora (forums? I'll go with the Latin version).

Mostly, the site is there for free conversations with (slightly) trained volunteer listeners (I wrote about the value of such conversations back in July). Besides that and the fora there are two other features of the site that some people had come to rely on: the "feed" (sort of twitter-like), and group chats.

Right now there are two different kerfuffles in progress -- the feed (officially unsupported since sometime in May) was taken down with less than 24 hours notice, and access to group chat rooms was closed off to everyone who had fewer than a certain number of 1-1 chats with listeners. That was done with no notice at all. The people who relied on the feed and the group chats are understandably upset, and I've been spending quite a lot of time making comments on forum posts.

I have to mention at this point that I haven't found much use for the volunteer listeners -- I'm paying to talk to my therapist -- and I've dipped into the group chats on a few occasions and found them almost impossible to follow and mostly uninteresting. But... I've realized a couple of things:

One is that people like me who are there mainly for the paid therapy or the fora (or the now-defunct feeds) are very much second-class citizens. The hours I've spent with my therapist don't count toward the chat quota for getting into the group chatrooms, and the money I'm spending doesn't get me any of the (rather minor) features you get with a paid membership that costs a tenth as much. It's weird -- apparently the old adage that says "if you're getting it for free you're not the customer, you're the product" doesn't apply on 7cups.

The other is why I spend so much time on the fora: I'm being helpful: making comments with encouragement, sympathy, and occasional bits of wisdom. Which is what the Middle-Sized Bear always does. For some reason I found that surprising.

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Um... ok. You'd think that after spending a lot of the weekend sitting on my tail with my netbook, I'd have posted something. You'd be wrong. Actually, I was mostly reading Flight of the Godkin Griffin (it starts with this post), ... and taking care of my friends.

I originally planned to go to Seattle to rehearse with the other members of Tempered Glass, Naomi and Callie. But Naomi started the weekend feeling ghastly, her daughter had health problems of her own, and Callie had a combination of chem homework and, by the time Monday morning came around, a stomach bug. Saturday mid-day was mostly spent getting the house ready for the house-cleaners who came in the afternoon, and Saturday night was spent taking care of Naomi.

Late Saturday night (early Saturday morning?) N. asked me how I managed to be so cheerful. I really didn't know, and still don't, except that helping friends is one of the things I do, and taking care of sick people is something I've gotten very good at over the last few years. And it's easier to triage somebody else's piles of paper.

We didn't do much singing. A little.

And yet it was a good weekend for me. It was a relaxed weekend with friends; plenty of time to hang out, talk, sit in companionable silence with our respective books, and talk about love, friendship, chemistry, cooking, and the uses of whimsy. Did I mention the salmon? Installing the new cable modem? The rush of happiness when they both told me they couldn't have made it through the weekend without me? (Yes, they could have gotten help from more distant friends, but it wouldn't have been the same.)

There were a couple of brief exchanges with Ame -- you'll find those in the notes, flagged with a "/". And it was a good weekend for the Middle-Sized Bear to manifest himself.

I'd been expecting it to be a working weekend. A different kind of work, to be sure, but I'm not complaining. It really was good.

But, Gods! -- it's not quite 10 pm, and I'm falling asleep in my chair. Good night, all.

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