
Political Compass

Capturing my personal art of living

At the end of the day, I am not as skeeved out by a person charged with first degree murder/assault as someone who has been charged with a sex offense. Any sex offense.
Many of the sex offenders here have been charged with a Sex Offense to the Third or Second degree. The following is Maryland law:

This does not include all of the other sex crimes a person may commit, including full on penetrative rape. I highly recommend educating yourself on the different definitions and laws in your area. Click the link above for Maryland law.
Before I knew the charges many of these inmates face, I could identify sex offenders from our interactions. The feeling they gave me, the invasive staring, and the bad vibes in general sent warning signs in my mind and body. Women generally have a radar for suspect behavior.
In my day to day interactions, I am less threatened by individuals who have committed non-sexual crimes. My coworker and I had a talk about this earlier today. The first degree murderers are much nicer patients than the sex offenders.
In no way am I condoning any type of murder, human or animal.
But there is something particularly evil about the sexual violation of another human being. I feel a sense of hopelessness for these individuals. As much as I hope everyone finds the light(connection to their inner sense of goodness and compassion for self and others), I don’t believe these individuals will.
I am very outspoken about my disgust for pedophiles and rapists. So much that I have made it known to ex-friends that I believe age gap relationships in which one party was a minor OR 18 years old(lets face it, turning 18 doesn’t magically turn you into an adult) and the other person(typically a man) is several years older is pedophilia in my book. I’m not talking about 2-3 years older. I’m talking about 18 year olds dating 25 year olds, and 15 year olds dating 23 year olds.
Yes I believe love transcends all boundaries, but violation of someone’s innocence is fucked up and wrong. No teenager knows what they want out of a romantic/sexual relationship. And of course a teenager will be drawn to an older person, they are still kids looking to be parented!!! In my opinion, that’s what they really want!! A nurturing relationship with an ADULT because they are KIDS seeking GUIDANCE.
I believe a lot of age gap relationships become sexual/romantic because the older person mistakes this as an opportunity to get laid. Wise the fuck up and stop fucking teenagers.
As much as I disagree with many aspects of jails/prisons, I know that we must have a place for these offenders in order to keep society safe.
The crux of sexual misconduct is dominance over another being. It is about power, and pleasure derived from it. It is not about mutual pleasure. It is about pain and control. The premeditation and fantasy involved in rape and sexual misconduct is what places sexual offenses above murder in my book.
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Happy Birthday to our dearest Harry Potter
A few things: today I collaborated with the PA on wound care for a debrided wound on somebody’s ankle. I felt like I communicated well, and was able to anticipate what treatments may be necessary.
I also assessed a large(almost 12 inches) abdominal surgical incision. I was intimidated, but curious. All I had to do was assess and document, and change the dressing(super easy: non-adhesive gauze and paper tape.)
Wound care is still mysterious to me, but what I’ve learned is that you don’t know until you know. Every wound is different. The human body is an ever evolving organism.
My favorite coworker(we started around the same time) took the day off today so I’ve been running the clinic for the most part. I was a little worried when the day started, but I found that as soon as I organized my work, it was all doable. The LPN I’m working with today is very wise and gentle and I feel like its gonna be a good day!
My favorite aspect of today is how much laughter I hear. It’s easier to work hard and have a positive attitude when everyone around you gets along and enjoys each others company.
I am shocked by my independence and how comfortable I am with it. My coworkers are very open with me and support me thoroughly and I think the encouragement was enough to propel me to success. I ask questions when I need to because I refuse to do anything unless I am 100% sure of the action. I am a natural leader, so I feel energized when I’m needed. I am able to access that part of me that is decisive, benevolent, and sharp.
I manifested this exact scenario for myself. In the time I was seeking employment, I realized I only wanted a few things: to be respected, valued, treated with kindness, and be planted in a positive environment. I feel I got all those things.
The day ended with Moriah and I watching Sorceror’s Stone and eating take out from The Orchard, our favorite restaurant in Frederick ❤
Many blessings
I pretty much hit the ground running. Two days of observations and I was participating on the floor after that. Right now I’m fighting a losing battle with boredom. It’s Sunday, and we’ve completed our tasks for the day. The rest of the schedule will be med passes.
In summary:
I’ve been caring for 3 different people with wounds. Healing abscesses from IV drug use, an open finger wound from a pus-filled abscess, and a packed wound from an open abscess as a result of IV drug use. Wound care was one of my biggest fears. I’ve only observed wound care in the clinical setting. But it was simpler than I had imagined. To break it down, you simply clean the wound(betadine, saline, NEVER alcohol), then dress it(antibiotic ointment, saline, gauze, tegaderm, bandaid) following the clean technique unless it is something that requires sterile care. In this environment, sterile fields are not possible/necessary.
I am documenting heavily. Everything I do is written down. I’m using the proper terms to describe wound discharge. So far, so good.
Med pass is easy. Three way checks are the textbook way to go, but when completing a 60+ person medpass, the ID, drug name, and dose is pretty much all I have time for. When I drop a med, or if a patient drops a med, I just grab another dose.
A lot of my confusion comes from paperwork. Where to file sick call sheets, refusal of treatment sheets, etc. Counting inventory is also something to get used to. What time to count, who is going to count. Sharps management is pretty important here.
I absorb a lot of information from talking to patients during sick calls. Many are anxious and suffering from the somatic manifestations of it. Some have chronic health concerns. Some are severely dehydrated because the tap water is less than ideal to put it nicely.
Every day I exercise my strengths which include communication, teamwork, and humor. It is important that the Correctional Officers are able to work with you. They are there to maintain custody of the inmates, and protect you. Medical is here to maintain the comfort and well being of the inmates during their stay(some a few days, others weeks, months, years.) It is equally as important for the medical team to work together. We must support each other when making decisive actions regarding inmate care. Any situations that result in “staff-splitting” can have long term effects on working relationships.
Within every interaction, there is an opportunity for manipulation, and use of survival tactics. I expect it. People are not their best self in jail. People lie, steal, cheat. The people here are often at the bottom of Maslow’s Hierarchy. People are not their best self when in survival mode, and their basic needs are just barely met. I don’t know who I would become in jail. I suppose I would also look for ways to escape reality, acquire resources, and achieve a sense of gratification.
I don’t blame them, even if they’re in here for first degree murder. I’m not here to place judgement. Just caring for people who need it.
I was walking from the kitchen back to the intake office when an inmate popped out from the laundry hall just to check things out. I nodded and said “hi how are you?” to which he replied “I’m alive, and its all good.”
I think sometimes life in jail might be simpler than life outside. No matter what our circumstances are, we can always find moments of joy to smile about.
In the kitchen I had asked for some broccoli to go with my packed lunch and the inmate serving me was very sincerely asking if I wanted anything else. Another moment of joy: the joy we experience when we serve others and realize that we have made a difference in their day.
July 2nd
Part of me was fighting it, and the other part was curious. The latter won. I’ve had a wonderful first rotation thus far. I could not have asked for a better experience. My peers are kind and patient with a sense of humor.
My priorities have been met. I can’t emphasize enough how crucial it is for me to be welcomed, accepted, and respected. I can handle tough situations, ethical dilemmas, and adrenaline rushes. I’m willing to humble myself and step into work every day as a student. I do not pretend to know everything, and I am comfortable with what I do know. It’s awkward to ask questions, be clueless, and make mistakes. But it is a necessary discomfort if we wish to evolve and step into new realms.
What I can’t tolerate is passive aggressiveness, and a condescending attitude. I am not perfect, but I do expect to be welcomed with grace.
July 9th
So here I am, in jail. I love it??? Like its crazy to say that. The nurses and correctional officers have been excessively kind and welcoming to me(in an authentic way, crazy enough).
I was saying to my wife last night that I think the reason some(not everyone!) new hires don’t come back is because they find criminals to be subhuman. I understand that is a strong statement to make, but think about it. Many of us easily condemn criminals to punishment and mistreatment. It is easy to forget their humanity.
But I’ve seen enough to not care about my patient’s history. At the end of the day, they are just another person. I talk to everyone the same way. I am respectful, polite, and kind. I ignore foolish behavior(like banging on windows, yelling obscenities). So I am totally chill for the most part.
I’ve been able to pick up my duties quickly. I ran sick calls today(on my 5th day, not to bad), and I have completed 2 med passes on my own. I will be doing another today. It was exciting for me to be in charge. I had a few questions afterward, and learned much from it. It is fun to finally exercise my assessment skills.
I’m relishing this moment in time because it will not be here again. I successfully completed my very first interview as a nurse! And what a memorable experience too! I landed an interview the day after applying at the Frederick Adult Detention Center. I went for the experience, and will likely reject the job offer should I get one.
When I described the place to my wife on the phone, I said “it’s just like Orange is the New Black but way smaller.” I’ve always been so curious about detention centers, jails, and prisons.
The nurse who interviewed me was bubbly, sweet, and welcoming. Highly intelligent, with depth in character. A few things I look for in a mentor. She took to me quite well, and we had a productive conversation.
As a new grad, you’re in a weird, in-between space because you lack experience, but you are trained and educated. I didn’t prepare for the interview because I wanted my natural self to come out.
I found myself gravitating toward mental health as a topic. It is important to showcase yourself in an interview, not your credentials. Everyone knows what nursing school teaches you. Not everyone is like you though. That is what a hiring manager wants to see. There are others like you with the same skill set, but there is no one else like you. It is a beautiful human experience!
I am very passionate about mental health. I have a unique work history because I sought out jobs that centered around people. For almost two years, I served a household of people with intellectual disabilities. A month after I left, I found myself employed in a psychiatric hospital. I walked away with a treasure of knowledge about the human condition and what it means to be humble, kind, and compassionate.
A part of me wants this job at the correctional facility. I would be completing med passes, dressing wounds, etc. My interviewer made it clear that anything could happen during a shift, and I, an adrenaline junkie, was titillated. A new grad nurse’s wet dream. But beyond that, I would be serving the underserved. The people deemed a threat to society, forgotten about, swept under a rug. Chained to labels like “addict,” and “criminal.” Some may challenge you, humble you. The ego may want to condemn them. The spirit will see that we are one Soul, walking different paths in different bodies.
I understand the necessity of imprisonment for violent, hateful crimes. But I find prisons distasteful. True repentance involves moving through the dark night of the soul, and working to find the light. Maybe some find enlightenment during their time in a cell. But I’m afraid that most find abuse.
I recently learned about the 13th amendment in the context of the recent activity for civil rights under the “Black Lives Matter” movement. What a disgusting piece of slave history that we have retained. I say we abolish the 13th amendment. We must actively fight against slavery as a concept and philosophy. Nobody walks beneath another. We are all equal as earthlings.
I am very curious as to what my response will be if I receive a job offer.

This film, to put simply, is a journey through Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. To watch the deterioration of a being, once they have fallen down the steps of the ladder. The film is dark in its nature, but also visually; an accurate portrayal of the cobwebby corners of the mind that we neglect.
This is why shadow work is necessary. We cannot ignore the shadow aspects of ourselves. It is there, in each and every one of us. I ate animal flesh growing up, and had a taste for it. Once I acknowledged this shadow, I brought it to light and began my life as a herbivore.
The lighthouse itself is the most obvious metaphor, and explains Howard’s obsession with it. It is for the same reason that he engaged in what Wake called “self-abuse.” We seek light in times of darkness, and we seek pleasure when none can be found. The mythology behind Prometheus is a foundation, and after light reading, so is the mythology of his son Deucalion(who is associated with the Great Flood, relating to the great storm in this story that floods The Rock).
The hallucinatory visuals are quite stunning. The images are frightening, and visceral; the cold, clammy, unforgiving quality of the sea is almost palpable through the screen. The characters are wet and unkempt, and the imagery of rats on a ship are mentioned in the plot.
There is much to say about this film, despite the simplicity of the storyline. Overall, the message conveyed is of the human spirit’s deterioration when a life without purpose is the only option. When there is no focus, our mind becomes trapped. We fixate, obsess. We neglect our body, and commit suicide over time through various methods(the ingestion of Turpentine by both characters, despite its toxicity).
The same is true, vice versa. When we neglect the body, we deprive the mind of its capacity. True power resides within the mind-body connection.
I was recently lent a book of this title by Abbi Jacobson(from a coworker who remembered that I am a Broad City fan) that I have always wanted to read and the univerese was like here ya go!
What struck me today was Abbi’s search for that creative spark, as a coping mechanism to the end of Broad City. What is there to do when a project ends, but to start another?
I think I have lost touch with my “project.” I’ve been alone for weeks, not seeing anyone outside my wife(and my family once or twice). Nursing has become utterly surreal. I have not worn scrubs. I have not used my blood pressure cuff(although I did use my stethoscope once to check my nephew’s heart rate; we are expecting my sister-in-law to give birth any day now).
I have watched videos of nasogastric tubes, and have yet to hold one, and practice on a mannequin. I have participated in online lectures, and countless zoom meetings with my professor.
Our gastrointestinal unit totally took away my inspiration. Who wants to sit and read about the meaning behind different colors of poop for hours on end and “critically think” about it. It was a real wake up call for me to have that moment of honestly with myself. This is not fun!!!!! It is not fun. I am not inspired to answer the call of duty and save the day as the nurse. No exciting story ever began with “so I had a patient come in for severe diarrhea.”
I know this shit is important, pun intended, and that I should really learn the theory and principles behind GI nursing care. I got B on the exam.
But now it is time for me to touch that creative spark again. To feel that sense of adventure, knowing that what I am reading will one day be the reason I bettered a person’s life. It really is a thrill for me. I believe that my purpose in life is to serve earthlings, through veganism and nursing.
I felt this thrill when I performed a physical assessment on a TBI patient during one of my clinical rotations. I have quickly learned that as LPN’s, we ARE the eyes and ears. Other health care professions(including other nursing staff: CNA’s and RN’s) will be depending on our heightened assessment skills to gather raw data for nursing care.
This particular young man’s life was transformed by an anoxic brain injury from a drug overdose and had no ability to see me, or to walk on his own. He was a charming Leo, and used humor to cope. We bonded over that, and making him laugh became part of my therapeutic nursing care. I felt connected with my purpose when I found myself kneeling on the floor, putting lotion on his legs and feet while assessing him.
I was in no way expected to actually provide nursing care during my clinical rotations. It was strictly for assessment skills. But it was a natural instinct for me to do something. I noticed that his feet were dry and asked his one-to-one CNA for lotion(he was at risk for self harm). She watched me and said “wow I didn’t think to do that.” My clinical instructor walked in as I was caring for him and I would like to think we shared a look of camaraderie as healers.
So here I am, reconnecting with the creative spark I need in my life. This book by Abbi Jacobson is a much needed break from the humdrum of nursing textbooks.
A lot of it has to do with how much I relate to Abbi and Ilana on Broad City. I am clearly Abbi, and my wife Moriah is obviously Ilana. Our life may not be as wild as the show but it sure feels like it. All of the structural elements that make my life amazing is here. I’ve been married to my best friend for almost 5 years now, and my life with her becomes more exciting every year. I have two feline sons and a wild little bunny that I care for. The home that Moriah and I have cultivated continues to be an inspiring den where we can be our truest selves: dreamy and ape-like. The life that we are building together continues to be a fantasy-fueled escapade.
When I sit still and enjoy a moment of gratitude, the dark clouds in my mind dissipate and I feel in touch with my purpose and joy. I am taken out of my bliss when I allow fears to creep in: about money, failure, and potential crises.
I have about a month before I take the NCLEX-PN. I am reaching out to all of my guides and ancestors for help. Please send me love! Help me trust in the divine timing of the Universe.
March 31st
Yesterday, governor Hogan has furthered the lockdown to a point where a person can now face misdemeanor charges if they are found outside of their home for “nonessential” reasons. People are still allowed to go to the grocery store, participate in outdoor activities, receive medical help, and provide care to others. This is my current experience here in Frederick County, MD.
I’ve been engaging in a lot of political discussion online. Some enlightening, others totally for the sake of trolling. People enjoy the righteousness of it all, for sure. It is now totally acceptable to police other people’s behavior(“Stay the fuck home!”), and be nasty in the process(“You moronic c*nt!”). And yes I was not only called a c*nt, but also a right-winger…lol! You can imagine how easy it was for strangers to categorize you how they see fit.
The one debate that I’m drawn to is whether or not to question the actions of the government in curtailing our freedom of assembly and movement. My one friend mentioned quite observantly that all totalitarian actions in the pasts were deemed “necessary.” It make sense honestly, if you think about it. Take the virus out of the picture, and quarantining people would be a public hate crime. Throw a virus(that is less deadly than influenza) into a media-controlled population, and quarantining is a logical conclusion.
I could go on and on about my conspiracy theories, but those are saved for private conversations.
I have no way of knowing what the rest of the world looks like, apart from scattered google searches and the global window that is the internet.
The people I see at the grocery store continue their absent-minded dance without proper 6ft “social distancing.” But I sense the anxiety in the air; that electric excitement as we all “go through this together.” The public has never been this aware of each other. Life was separate, and now united under this virus.
I am on my 3rd week of online learning. School shutdowns and the lockdowns began on the 3rd to last day of spring break. School has been the only grounding preoccupation for me. It is a blessing to be honest. I don’t know what I would be doing if I was not productive with something.
But the days do run into each other, and I have no set schedule. It is liberating but also….confusing? I am so used to disciple and order. Telling myself “you should be doing this instead….you don’t have time for that….you can relax later when you’re done..” It is something I absorbed from my mother.
I am now learning how to be myself in a different way. Cooped up, but free from outside influence.