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Thursday, September 3, 2015

Tell the world I'm going Home.

My last post about my divorce was reflective and a bit flowery.  It's all true, but there is also a lot more to the story.
I've been struggling and I can only imagine what my kids are going through.  We've been without a home for almost 4 months and the kids, cats and I are currently separated until I can secure adequate housing. You can help me with that!
Many of my readers have expressed gratitude for the ways I have touched their lives. This blog does not make money (ads bring in a few cents to a few dollars at most) and I'm asking that you follow the link below, read a bit more about my story, share and donate just $1.
Thank you and I love you all!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Falling Free

If you told me six months ago where I'd be today, I'd laugh in your face without hesitation.
I can't even begin to describe all the ways my life, all the way down to my self-identity, has changed.
Divorce will do that to you, I guess. I was just twenty when we met and hastily began building a partnership and family. I knew so little of myself then, and my self-discovery was propelled by the comfort and conflict of our relationship.
Coming to eachother, freshly wounded and still so naive, we laid out blueprints for a future together. We navigated through immense challenges and built the most beautiful foundation. The process stripped away my insecurities, exposed my core and allowed me to open to a love for others - and for myself - greater than I'd ever known; I grew into a woman.
The framework started to go up, still beautiful, but as the years went by compromises in design began to box us into different rooms and we lost sight of one another.
Looking back, the design flaws were apparent; but we worked a lot harder for a lot longer than many people would have - something we took great pride in. Despite my now obvious overconfidence, I will forever be greatful for the skills I learned and the love I experienced.
After a few years of intense struggle, things blew up suddenly for reasons that need not enter into this conversation, and my world turned upside down.
Pieces of myself I'd stiffled in the name of compromise surfaced and in a matter of weeks I became nearly unrecognizable to myself. Thrust closer to completion, I found myself freefalling through painful and exhilarating truths about myself and my past.
Some days, I feel like I've hit the bottom, broken and consumed by anger. Others, the wind catches me just right and I soar up above it all with the kind of perspective one only accomplishes by stepping far outside the self and abandoning the ego.
The first lesson to present its self to me was about depending on others. Not only do I find myself blessed by a support system stronger than one could hope for, but I know in my core that I am deserving.
I have spent years reaching out to people, building connections, and loving deeply without expectation. I have invested much of myself into the support of others and now they are here when I need them. They are watching over me in the highs, and pull me up when I come crashing down. They shelter me when I am homeless, and look through my ugliness when it consumes me. They stand vigil when I pull away, and embrace me when I lean in.
Thank you, my family, my friends, my loves; my past, present and future; my ever-expansion circle.
Independence is overrated.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Call for Birth Stories from Underrepresented people

If you are underrepresented in typical childbirth literature, I want to hear your perspective!!

Self Directed Childbirth; the all inclusive guide to autonomous birthing welcomes your voice.  Perspectives and experiences from all birthing people and parents are essential to completion of this book.  All contributions will be woven into the theme of empowered pregnancy, birth and parenting. No one will be singled out as an other

If you are:

- A person who experienced any form of prejudice during pregnancy/birth
- A person whose cultural or religious beliefs factored into pregnancy/birthing decisions
- A person of color
- A large (or, if you prefer, "fat,") person
- A disabled person (visible or invisible disability)
- A drug addict or recovering drug addict
- A person with atypical reproductive organs
- Not straight (identify as gay, bi, queer or otherwise)
- Not cisgender (identify as trans, genderqueer or otherwise)
- Polyamorous or polygamous
- An American immigrant
- A little person
- Neurodivergent
- The parent of a baby born with a disability or birth defect
- A single parent
- A person who had a therapeutic abortion
- A person who experienced pregnancy/birth after previous abortion
- A person who had an empowering C-section
- A person who experienced a pregnancy that was a result of abuse, coercion or sexual assault
- A teenager
- HIV positive or living with AIDS
- A person who chose to preserve your baby's autonomy despite pressure to alter baby at birth
- A person who gave birth as a surrogate
- A sex worker

*edited to keep adding to this list

I would like to hear your story.  If you don't fit anywhere on this list and want to share, there's no need to question whether your input is what I'm "looking for."  If you feel inspired to contribute, your contribution is what I'm looking for! In addition, the comments section can be used to make suggestions of perspectives you'd like to see included.

To contribute, please respond to the following questions (or make a request for a phone interview) in an email with "Self Directed Childbirth" in the subject line to  Sign with the first name you'd like to appear with your contribution (otherwise a pseudonym will be assigned,) and include a preferred pronoun if applicable. Feel free to include information/links to your related book, blog or business, and it may be included if applicable.

By emailing, you release your commentary to Lia Joy Rundle for publication.  Understand that your words will be subjected to the editing process for length, grammar and/or spelling and I cannot guarantee that any or all of your story will appear in the finished book.

Birthing person/parent questions

- Please share whatever you’d like about your pregnancy/birth/parenting story
- What has inspired you to share your story? What do you hope people who read it will learn?
- Did prejudice effect your pregnancy/birth/parenting? Is there a specific instance you would like to share? Was this something you expected to encounter?
- Are there aspects of your experience you want to communicate that are commonly overlooked/misunderstood by people who do not have to deal with this first-hand?

-What was/is the most difficult or the darkest moments you experienced? How do you deal with it?
-Where did you find the most support? Do you have any advice you’d share with someone dealing with similar circumstances?

Please feel free to email for references or if you have any questions before deciding whether to contribute.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Walking in my own shoes; Stepping toward acceptance

I spent the winter feeling pushed to my limits with sickness.  What little energy I had was spent mostly on doctor appointments and just getting through one day at a time.  Since the diagnosis of Chronic Fatigue syndrom/Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) I've struggled with setting realistic expectations of myself without giving up the fight to improve my symptoms.  With the weather improving, the help of medications and getting my vitamin D levels up (with symptoms fluctuating like they do it's hard to tell where credit is due) I've regained a bit of functioning so I'm hovering closer to 50% functional versus 20% - evidenced by the fact that you are reading
 this (my last attempt at blogging is still in draft mode as I wasn't able to put it together coherently enough for publishing) 
Having designed clothes since I was 14, self expression through fashion has held special meaning for me (I've written more about this Here) Living in the same 3 pairs of sweats/yoga pants for the last several months, with bras, jeans, even leggings and socks often cause pain or discomfort, and going out in public wearing the same things I wore to bed (sometimes for days at a time) has become a metaphor for how defeated I've felt; and the days I carefully paced in order to bathe, put on make-up and pick out something nice to wear have reflected my determination for a sense of normalcy.  Would I ever wear my red pumps again? 
Shopping for clothes or to replace the glasses that broke meant coming face to face with my conflicted feelings of what the future would hold. Did I want the frames that matched all the clothes currently going unworn in my closet?  Should they be functional for all the camping I hoped to do? Or should I find something that matched best with my 'just rolled out of bed' (or staying in bed) look?  I resigned myself to wearing an old prescription after hours of online shopping only frustrated and overwhelmed me.
When my sister and I embarked on our annual Mother's Day shopping, I was mostly just happy that I had the energy to get out and spend a grown-up day out with my sister. We went to a thrift store neither of us had been to before (St Vincent in Verona for those of you who are local) and were thrilled with the selection and prices.  So there was my summer staring me in the face each time I coveted an item of clothing or ran my hands along its fabric.
 I knew I wanted some long comfortable skirts having not shaved for months with no plans of wasting energy doing so - and, yeah I have the whole hippy look going so I can pull it off, but I'm not quite ready to show off  all my natural body hair in a short sundress yet (a subject for another blog.) But we started shopping in the shoe section. 
I immediately picked up a comfortable looking pair of sandals to replace the ones I wore out last summer, but then I turned around and saw a perfect pair of wedge sandals -- a pair of shoes I would have worn everywhere 5 years ago when I rarely wore flats. I would have worn them to the beach, with dresses or jeans, to the park -- walking several blocks in them would have been no problem at all. I wanted those shoes. The pretty lines and stylish cork platforms were so enticing compared to the soft lumps of leather sitting in my cart.  My heart sank a little and I felt like a bit of a downer voicing my inner conflict to my sister (this was supposed to be fun!) Fuck. What do I do? should I take the chance that I'll feel better and walk around feeling triumphant in these shoes that represented the me that I wanted to hold on to? How much regret would feel if I ended up wearing the beat-up old sandals while these *perfect* shoes went unworn beside all the other clothes I'd put aside hoping for remission? (Sure we're only talking about $7 here, but the symbolism was priceless)  I decided I just needed to prove to myself whether I was capable of putting those shoes to use so I put them on and hoped that by the time we were done shopping I'd have my answer.
It didn't take that long.  Within 15 minutes, my legs were tense and shaky. I walked carefully back to the shoe section and slipped back into the practical shoes, immediately overwhelmed by the comfort of the soft flat soles. I'm sorry practical shoes. I belong with you... will you take me back?  With the allure of the wedge heels broken, I accepted my limitations -- this time without feeling defeated or victimized.

I'll still be hanging on to my red pumps for now, and holding out hope for remission; but in the meantime I'll be taking steps to invest in who I am now.  And I'll be wearing flats.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Illuminating the monster; I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome... and I finally know it.

I have 4 kids and I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome; and no, they are not the same thing. If you have children, the comparison might sound cute or funny or even accurate, but if you have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (a very real, often misunderstood debilitating illness also known as Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) you might find the comparison naive, insensitive or even infuriating.

I do not know the exact onset of the illness in myself. I only recently received a diagnosis, but as I learn about the nature of this condition, I've been able to trace significant symptoms back at least 16 years (with periods of remission, mini 'flares' and episodes of moderate to severe relapse.) I spent my teens believing I was merely battling mental illness and the years since believing it was a combination of sensitivity, vulnerability to depression and the strains of motherhood. In the back of my mind or somewhere deep in my body resided a persistent suspicion that there was 'more to it' -- a physiological cause that would one day come to light.
Finding the source after all these years has been simultaneously crushing and relieving.  I'm grieving the loss of  my fantasy that one day I'd beat this invisible monster, be free and function at 100% capacity without needing to take great effort to maintain my energy.  I'm also celebrating because the monster is no longer invisible (to me at least.) I finally know what I'm dealing with and my new found understanding  comes with new tools to care for myself and new language so I can communicate more about my struggles.  I'm releasing a lot of shame, finally understanding many of my (over)reactions or behaviors that have confused me for so long and I'm beginning to separate myself from my illness.
Because I've lived with and in many ways adapted to CFS for so long, my perspective on a healthy individual's experience with fatigue may be somewhat lacking. However, I do believe in periods of remission, I've been 100% functioning (or close to it) and I've certainly experienced relapses of CFS that are debilitating (down to 10% functioning.) 

With that in mind, I hope to explain some of what sets Chronic Fatigue Syndrome apart from the fatigue of being, for example, an over worked mother or the lethargy that comes with minor depression, lack of activity or even episodes of moderate to severe depression. While all of these things can co-exist with CFS, statements such as:

 "oh I totally understand, I only have 2 kids and they wear me out!"
 "It sounds like you are just depressed. Medication can help with that." or
 "I'm sure you'll feel better if you just get some exercise!"
 However well-meaning, are like telling someone with type 1 Diabetes:
 "oh, I totally understand, sometimes when I don't eat enough, my blood sugar gets low and I feel like crap!" or
 "You should just try eating better!" 
Or like telling someone with a head injury that they just need antidepressants (it's true many people suffering from serious injury or illness (including CFS) become depressed and antidepressants may be a helpful part of treatment, but they are not the treatment for CFS any more than they are the treatment for head injury, cancer, AIDS or Arthritis.)

What CFS feels like*

*Keep in mind I'm speaking from my experiences; severity of symptoms ranges from person to person and one flare or relapse may be more or less severe in the same individual.
 I use the term Relapse or Episode here to mean a period of weeks to years in which symptoms are fairly constant, drastically inhibiting normal function.  While I refer to a Flare, or PEM (post exertional malaise) as more acute periods of symptoms triggered during a relapse or even a period of relative health.

The best way I can describe an episode of CSF to a healthy individual is to compare it to a flu (without the puking.)  You feel generally unwell & lacking energy. Early in this current episode, before I got the flu-like aches and pains, I had already started explaining it to my husband by saying "it feels like the flu without the flu... or pain without pain." As it progressed, it started to feel more like the flu, and the pain was real pain.
Post exertional malaise (after only minimal exertion - like grocery shopping, running to catch a bus or an intense conversation) can feel just like that "oh shit" moment when you know a flu is coming on. It is so indistinguishable sometimes that even though I'm getting used to it, I keep finding myself thinking "remember, Lia, one of the kids might have brought a bug home. It might actually be the flu this time. Better wait to eat dinner. You don't want to puke all that up in half an hour!" but a couple hours pass and it starts to feel like the tail end of the flu, which can last for days, but at least i know it's PEM and its safe to eat my dinner.
 Also like the flu, you could sleep for 20 hours and wake up still feeling tired one night or you might find yourself awake tossing and turning because of body aches, chills and sweats the next night.
When you think you're starting to feel better (or you're just sick of laying in bed) before you've actually kicked the flu and get up to clean the house for a few hours, you regret it cause you feel horrible again (Moms I know you've all done this when the whole family was sick!) But unlike the flu, you can't just wait CFS out another day. After a week (or a month or 6 months,) you don't just get fed up with laying around and push yourself out of bed and find that it feels amazing to be active again, get the whole house cleaned, catch up on emails, phone calls, errands etc. During a relapse of CFS, every time you get up to tackle those things you hurt or shiver or sweat or crash (or all of the above plus some) at the end of the day. You have to pace everything out in tiny little increments with rest in between and there's never enough energy to get through half of the things you want to do each day. (for more on budgeting energy with chronic illness please read: The Spoon Theory written by Christine Miserandino)  To make it more frustrating, there doesn't seem to be an exact science to how much exertion it takes to cause PEM, or when exactly it will hit. It takes a lot of guesswork and careful attention to your limits on any particular day.


The exhaustion from CFS is unrelenting.  I'm usually very sensitive to caffeine to the point where I know drinking a coffee or soda after 1pm will keep me up at night; but when I get to this point far past tired, I don't even feel the effects of caffeine. I could drink 2 cups of coffee and go straight down for a nap. For a while I was sleeping 10-12hrs at night and taking 1-2hr nap in the afternoon (any time my 20mo daughter was asleep and my other kids were at school or safely occupied, I'd sleep.)  The medication I'm currently taking helps me maintain a more normal sleep schedule; coffee gives me a little boost again, but I still have to be very careful with it -- it's kind of like if you've stayed up 24hrs straight... coffee might give you a boost when really, you should be resting (more on sensory overload later.)
The exhaustion is not just physical; it's mental and emotional too.  Some days after getting my 5 year old on the bus, dressing my 20 month old, getting her in the car with me (notice I didn't mention getting myself dressed? that's because most days I don't. To save energy, I keep on the sweats I put on the night (or 3 nights) before) and driving 5 miles a doctor appointment, I am so burnt out I'm near tears in the doctors office.  Of course this gives the impression that I'm severely depressed.  "No," I say, "Imagine you ran a marathon and then stayed up all night, your whole body aches and you're trying to answer questions but you can't think straight."  Yeah.  That's Brain Fog. It is already so fucking insanely frustrating trying to explain all the crazy symptoms of this illness, but then add to that you can't put a sentence together? well, yes... I suppose that is pretty fucking depressing at times!!
Brain fog causes a lot of typos... not just typing. It happens with writing, too (technically known as dysgraphia.)  Sometimes I write the second letter of a word first, or the first letter of the next word I was going to write, or something so unintelligible I'm not sure where it came from... the more burnt out I am the worse it gets.
When I've reached my energy limit (used up my spoons as Christine Miserandino would say. you really need to read her blog!) I find myself struggling to focus my eyes -- staring off into space.  I have to remind myself over and over and over what I'm doing, where I'm driving (usually at each turn or intersection) or what I came downstairs for 'put the bowl on the sink. fill water bottle...'  (then, oops! i forget the water bottle downstairs and don't have the energy to go get it.) I sigh a lot to myself 'sigh, okay, what's next? put away cereal. sigh okay, what's next? two more bags of groceries... pasta. sigh okay, what's next?..."

I lose words.  Sometime staring off for 15 seconds is enough to retrieve it; other times I give up.  Of course, these things happen to most people when they are tired, but with CFS it's amplified so, for instance, instead of accidentally calling one kid by the others name (K-Ja- I mean Logan! we've all been there.) I've completely spaced out my nephew's name while looking right at him, and drew a complete blank when talking about my goddaughter to a friend (I know their parents will probably read this & I hope they understand I'm sharing how extreme brain fog can be because I deeply love & cherish my nephew & goddaughter and those space-outs were quite disturbing to me!!)  
I find it extremely hard to focus on handouts the kids bring home from school (6 months ago we were homeschooling but my inability to keep up with that became clear long before the worst of this episode hit me) and numbers become extremely confusing. Even third grade math is sometimes challenging and I have to delegate to my husband. 
I write down everything important. I keep notes about what I ate and when I took my meds and my symptoms to try to make sense of it all, and so I don't accidentally take my medication 3x in a row or forget it completely.


Along with exhaustion and brain fog, PEM is often accompanied by pain.  Mine is  mostly in my hands, wrists and arms (probably because no matter how easy I go on myself, I still lift a twenty something pound baby several times a day.)  Sometimes it feels like I spent the whole day before lifting weights, or doing push-ups.  Sometimes it feels tingly, or creepy and fits the description of carpel tunnel syndrome (I was actually convinced that's what it was when that symptom flared up several years ago while I was doing a lot of sewing work.)  Sometimes it feels like a rubber band wrapped tightly around a bicep or forearm (on one or both sides.) 
I get chest pain which would really freak me out had I not had a chest CT done a few months ago, because sometimes it feels like pain in my lungs or heart. Usually, though it's just to the right of my sternum and seems to be in the joint or ligaments.
Sometimes my lymph nodes ache or tingle (an electric feeling) but they are rarely swollen.
At night my arms and legs ache and/or go tingly or numb.  Sometimes its a burning sensation, like when you come in out of a real cold wind that's chilled your skin and the numbness just starts to melt away.
Sometimes its that over-all flu-like ache that comes with a sort of internal quivering that feels intense and makes it hard to sleep even though the pain is not acute.

Sensory overload

One of the things I struggle with the most is sensory overload.  Noise, light, activity, being touched, conversation, even thinking can be overstimulating, especially when exhausted.  I have a hard time connecting in conversation, remembering details of events, or names of people I meet when I'm overloaded, and I have a hard time making eye contact even with those closest to me.  When it gets worst, I start to lose my shit. Then wondering why I'm suddenly losing it adds more stimulation and I start to feel panicked.  Then depressed.  I've spent a lot of time analyzing different stimuli that's triggered this state - psychoanalyzing myself, questioning myself, crying uncontrollably wondering 'WTF is wrong with me???'  Learning that this was part of CFS is a huge relief and I'm starting to learn to catch the feelings sooner and remove as much stimulation as possible (instead of creating more by over thinking it.)
When I feel myself starting to burn out, the urge to keep going is maddening.  Even when I can feel the crash coming, and can force myself to sit still, I can't forcing my mind to stop (or the kids to calm down) can be nearly impossible. 
  Its like when you are on the interstate and notice you're gas tank is nearly empty.  You know that slowing down will conserve fuel, but the thought of getting stranded on the roadside makes  you so anxious, you can't stand to drag that feeling out any longer so you just drive faster, praying you'll make it to the next gas station.
 I have not yet figured out a way to come down without drugs, herbs and mindfulness (usually a combination of all 3) Being still and alone is often not an option, especially if you have young children, but when I can get it (with help from dad,) a hot bath alone helps ease physical aches and anxiety.

Other annoying symptoms

(often exacerbated by coexisting conditions and/or medications to treat symptoms)
 - Tinnitus (ringing in your ears) 
 - over (or opposite) reaction to medications (often needing to start at the smallest possible dose)
 - Mouth soars, gum irritation, dry mouth, geographic tongue or thrush
 - Hair loss, brittle nails
 - muscle spasms, restless leg syndrome or itchiness
 - depression and/or anxiety
 - headaches that can last for months
 - pain or swelling in the lymph nodes
 - thyroid problems
 - weakness, dizziness, blood pressure problems, feeling faint or carsick
 - irritable bowel, irritable bladder, nausea, food or chemical sensitivities
 - sleep disturbances, sleep apnea, trouble with circadian rhythms 
 - trouble gaining, losing or maintaining weight

The big picture

I want to end this by sharing (especially for all my friends and family reading this) that this episode has been by far the most difficult I've experienced physically and at points, the emotional has been extremely difficult to manage as well.  I've been immersed in this illness -- experiencing symptoms, reflecting on the course of it throughout my life, accepting that I am a person who is chronically ill (still seems weird to say) and that relief will probably not come in the form of a cure but in managing symptoms, pacing and appreciating remissions... Not to mention fears that I might have passed down a genetic predisposition to any of my children... I'm in a phase of examining lots of difficult symptoms, feelings and emotions, some of which I am opening up about for the first time.  But it's a process of untangling myself from the illness... So when I seem to be complaining or focusing on the negative, or not having anything but CFS to talk about, know that this is not who I've become.  I'm leaning into the illness, not becoming lost in it.  I am not stepping towards defining myself as an ill person, but stepping towards knowing who I am along side illness. I'm learning how to take better care of myself and how to be open when I struggle rather than ashamed.  So while this phase might also be uncomfortable for you to hear about, and might even at times create distance between us, it is not pulling me away from you... This process is moving me towards being a more genuine, more aware version of the person that you've known and loved.

Special thanks to my husband, Jason for going through much of this with me, being loving, supportive, and extra helpful around the house; to my kids for accepting that they don't get the whole mom I wish they had; to my family and friends who have watched me struggle over the years, who help out with the kids, offer emotional support, and listen to me cry when I need it (Hollie, I'm thinking especially of you!)  And thank you to the doctors who listened to me compassionately, who were willing to investigate what they didn't understand, and who remain open minded when I come with suggestions for tests or treatment (I cannot say the same of all the doctors I've seen.)  Many people struggling with chronic, invisible illness are faced with disbelief from even those closest to them which must be devastating... I'm so thankful to be blessed with multiple circles of amazing, compassionate, supportive people.

I hope to share more here soon -- I'd like to write more about how CFS differs from mom-fatigue, and more about the difference between depression and CFS, and share more about how I felt during flares (when I didn't know they were flares of CFS) versus how I feel looking back... but it's taken a lot of time and energy to get this far, I have far more ideas to share than I have energy to write them, so in the interest of pacing myself... I will write more when I can.  Thank you for taking the time to read and care about all of this. And I will be happy to address any specific questions as best I can in the comments or via personal message.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Your birth videos are being stolen for profit: what you can do about it

Since posting The unassisted birth of Jason Shawn II on Youtube I've periodically found, through a simple Google search, that the video (and less often my other birth videos) has been re-uploaded by another user without permission. I've always filled out Youtube's copyright infringement form and the content was quickly removed.

Recently, though, I discovered that there are dozens of youtube pages (I suspect operated by the same individual or pseudo-business) re-uploading hundreds of childbirth videos that they do not have permission to use and making money off of Youtube's ad partners.  In many cases, they are changing the titles of the videos (or uploading the same video multiple times with multiple names) to avoid being found by rightful owners searching for their content.  The Unassisted Birth of Jason Shawn was posted as: The unassisted birth of Jashua, the unassisted birth of Mason Brown, and Unassisted birth of Swedish girl (just to name a few.)
I spent hours searching through content, filling out copyright complaints, and as I did I saw many other birth videos that I know were stolen (and many renamed) like my own.  Some may belong to you.

Why does it matter?
   I can hear the naysayers already "anything you put on the internet is no longer yours." "why would you post a video of yourself giving birth if you don't want it to be spread all around the interenet?"  To those of you wondering, here's why it matters:
   I put videos of some of my most intimate/vulnerable moments online because I believe that awareness of natural birth is very important and I had something to contribute to that awareness.  I take a lot of shit on my own Youtube page for my birth choice, and I've been willing to accept that for the greater good of providing information and support to other women/families through their own birthing journeys. I actually appreciate my videos being shared because many many women have expressed gratitude for having access to them.  But here's the thing: Youtube makes it very easy for users to share videos on their own pages, blogs, Facebook etc. and when you Share, it links back to my page so I can track views and see any questions or comments directed at me.  This being so easy to do, the only reason for re-uploading content is to increase traffic on the fraudulent page, and if the page is using Google's ad partners to monetize, they can then make money off of views of your content all the while, you get no notification of questions or comments -- maybe they even changed
your child's name, which I'll admit, makes it feel a little more personal.

What to do about it?

I spent a lot of time reporting content (and wondering how I could contact all the other mothers whose videos I was seeing on these pages) before I learned that you can sign up for content ID on youtube ( When you register for content ID, new uploads are scanned for your content and if it is found, Youtube will take action.  Depending on the option you choose when you sign up for content ID, the re-uploaded video will either be blocked, you will be able to track activity on it, or ads will be enabled and you will be able to earn money from it.

If  you shared birth videos via Youtube, I encourage you to sign up for content ID to keep fraudulent users from making money off of your videos.  

If you watch birth videos on Youtube, I encourage you not to watch or subscribe to fraudulent channels and to notify the rightful owner if you come across a video that appears to be stolen.

Indicators of a fraudulent page:

  •           All of the videos were uploaded the same day
  •          Multiple uploads of the same video
  •           Appearance is exceptionally grainy
  •           Cheap looking, nonsesical ads and logos appearing on the video
  •           Anything with a purple “natural living tv” logo
  •           Generic looking page built with stock photos with no info about who’s running the page
  •           Page titles like “naturalbirthTV” “birthtube” “birthbabychannel” “realgivingbirth”
  •           No mention of the individuals/families in the description
  •           Video title resembles title of another popular birth video (ie."Self directed birth of Lena Joy")
  •           Titles like “she births baby natural” or “natural vaginal childbirth unassisted water homebirth” “young Russian mom giving birth in water” “Swedish girl births baby” “lady give birth”
To see examples of these pages, or to look for uploads of your videos you can enter the rabbit hole by checking out the following list of pages I found my content being used.  Remember, you don't have to manually report each instance of theft like I did. Content ID will do it for you. Sign up here.


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Branding: my rite of passage into my 30's

July 7, 2013 was my 30th Birthday.  This felt like a significant milestone for me, a new phase of adulthood, stepping closer to my inner wise woman -- the elder within.  I hope to finish my journey as a mother to babies here and gain back some independence as my children grow into their own.
I decided I wanted to do a rite of passage, and quickly settled on an overnight canoe trip with my husband and a home-made spiral brand on my right shoulder.
The spiral represents, for me, the path of struggle, resistance, joy and creation.  The trip would be our first overnight without any kids since our daughter was born last year.  My plan to have my husband apply the brand had special symbolism because it was representative of my submission to a deeper trust.
In my research during the planning stage, I read about tribal rituals, and also some of the history around the branding of African slaves by American slave owners.  Connecting with this history (and all the power, pain and healing associated) felt like an important part of connecting to my distant grandmothers -- the ancestors at the root  of the human experience which began in Africa.

I woke up early the morning of my birthday, built a fire and enjoyed a quiet sunrise alone as my husband slept.
I relaxed in the sun...

And tried out my brand on my knife sheath to get a feel for how hard it would need to be pressed and for how long. 

This is the brand I made out of a hose-clamp bent with a needle-nose pliers.

After Jason awoke, we spent some time discussing the positioning of the design (he wanted to be sure he got it just right) and how it would be applied.  We found a small log he could use to press it down evenly, and practiced on my thigh while the brand was cool.

We heated it in the campfire...

 psyched ourselves up some more...

 Cleaned the area with Betadine... and went for it!

My main concern was determining the right length of time to get a good scar.  After discussing it a while, I concluded that I'd be best off thinking not in terms of how painful it was (and risk panicking and asking him to stop too soon,) instead focusing on my awareness for my own body and when the burn felt deep enough.  I used to self-injure as a teen, including some minor burns, so I drew from that experience a little.  It felt good to apply those dark memories towards something celebratory. 

I think it was between 1.5 and 3 seconds that he held the brand to my skin when I felt it had burned sufficiently. When he removed it, I felt immediate relief from the pain. It looked really pretty. My only concern at this point was that there was so little pain I thought it might not scar like I wanted.  As it has healed, I've determined that a shorter burn time actually would have been ideal (as you will see further down the page, the skin around the spiral was burnt causing the pattern to run together)

 7/7/13 (immediately after applying the brand)

 I bought some water-proof bandages which I attempted to use for swimming. In the photo below you can see that I've applied some antibiotic ointment.  Mostly, though I kept it open to the air and applied Tea Tree Oil a couple times a day.


These photos were all taken by reaching my arm around my back, sometimes in poor lighting, so the quality isn't great; but I wanted to share about the healing process because I would have liked to see this kind of progression when I was planning my brand.





 7/14/13 - 2 weeks
(this was after a day of swimming with a "waterproof bandage" that wouldn't stay stuck.)

It was right around 2 weeks that it started to hurt (prior to this point it felt mild like a sunburn) 


The pain was significant for several days...

And some days I thought it was just going to turn into an ugly blob.  Note: Unlike a tattoo, where you get to enjoy the artwork as soon as it's etched into your skin, the brand is a process. I found myself contemplating my own sense of confidence and trust far beyond the application.

 7/21/13 - 3 weeks

I put on extra Tea Tree oil when it looked nasty like this...



Here is about where the pain subsided and the scar started to become visible under the scabs.



7/28/13 - 4 weeks




 8/5/13 - 5 weeks


The healing process is not complete. The skin is still flakey, and I know the appearance will continue to change over time. But there you have a month of my home-made brand!