Wednesday, 29 February 2012

The Empathetic Soul (or the Highly Sensitive Person)

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about how I view the world and how I therefore interact with people. Whilst doing some general Internet surfing I came across some interesting work in the field of Psychology by Dr Elaine N. Aron on the subject of innate sensitivity, or the Highly Sensitive Person (HSP), as she calls it.  Falling prey to that time-honoured self-diagnosis by Google, I recognised myself in the traits comprising 15-20 % of people who inhabit this earth - those who 'may process sensory data much more deeply and thoroughly due to a biological difference in their nervous systems', according to research by Aron and several of her peers.  Take the test here if you think this may apply to you.  


Immediately this alerts me to the fact that I may think slightly differently to 80-85% of the population, and that would explain many things.  It has to be said that I'm also very good at hitting the long odds (which is why I keep attempting the Euro Lottery every once in a while), so I don't find this particularly surprising.  I'm just that one in a million kinda girl!


I've always thought about things a little too much, spent too much time inside my head, more often in a past (or future!) moment than in the present and fretted endlessly on whether or not I have unwittingly offended someone with some throwaway words the recipient probably forgot as soon as they heard them - particularly as I possess a particularly potent lack of tact on occasion (I'm getting better!) and failing to think before I speak (again, I'm trying...).  It's great that I can be so quick-witted (definitely helped in the classroom), but oh the anguish afterwards....


Due to probably over-processing what is said to me in return, I have no doubt dwelled far too long on slights real or imagined and been hurt as a result.  That is not to give the misconception that being a HSP is simply being over-sensitive to criticism or blunt words, Aron is quick to dispel that notion.  The temperament has its complexities but is in part [having a] sensitive nervous system, is aware of subtleties in his/her surroundings, and is more easily overwhelmed when in a highly stimulating environment. 


So it's not just an over-sensitivity to conflict or criticism, it's a sensitivity to over-stimulation in general and this makes total sense to me.  No one who's ever worked with me in recent years can fail to have noticed the red blotches I often get on my skin when I've had either too much caffeine or too much stress (or both, more often than not).  I could not have been more chilled out last night when I started sipping a hot chocolate drink, only to find my neck turning a fetching shade of beetroot red - and even worse last week when the coffee rash was accompanied by a banging headache and a vague feeling of nausea.  I also get this when I'm too hot and when I drink most types of alcohol, incidentally - a great look for one so pale.


Even when I was a young girl I would hate loud noises, especially arguing, and no my parents didn't really argue much when I was young.  I still hate it now, even if I am sometimes guilty of raising my voice a little when I've been irked beyond belief (poor husband).  If Babyzoid whines or cries for too long, in my head I'm screaming "stop it! Stop it! Please stop!" (thankfully in my head it stays, usually *cough* - mum on the edge alert!) and deep breaths are needed.  My husband shouting out at the football or those blasted shooting games which find me sitting in what sounds like the middle of a war zone (the sounds of mortar shelling are NOT conducive to a relaxing evening) is like nails on a blackboard to me.  I'm really bothered by it.  I love loud music on occasion, but I just need a lot of silent spells in my day, or I get pretty distressed.  


But what has struck a chord with me is actually the positives in being a HSP.

It's so easy to dwell on the negatives of being a wee bit delicate (it is of course, a given that you will!) but there are some brilliant positives, one of which which I briefly mentioned in my Thankful Third Thursday post last week, that being the gift of empathy.  


I always assumed that everyone picked up on the subtle nuances of a look here, a discreet bit of body language there.  Of course, most people do to some extent, but I have always picked up on it more acutely then almost anyone else I have known.  I'm also extremely adept in sensing when things are not quite right or someone is uncomfortable.  I knew it back in the classroom.  As soon as eyes glazed at some theoretical explanation or, well, I'm not even sure what exactly alerted me, but something always did.  It was always very useful in that situation and I could attempt to stop speaking Chinese at my students.  


Like I say, I assumed everyone picked up on these unspoken signals but chose not to really pay them much mind.  If there was tension in a room, I thought others were far better at just ignoring it, whereas I never could.  It's great that I can at least be aware enough to try and correct such a situation, except of course if it is beyond my control.  But rather than worrying, sensitive types such as myself need to take positive steps to prevent emotional or psychological damage by over-dwelling, or rumination.  Being aware is the first step, and as they say, practice makes perfect.  Rather than suppressing emotion, it would be more healthy to say 'This is the case, it's not good, but there is nothing I can do about it.  And that's okay!'  The psychotherapist I saw when I was diagnosed with PTSD taught me that nugget, and I think it's excellent advice for anyone, especially the HSP.

Speaking of PTSD, I have to wonder that being as HSP's tend to over-process, would there perhaps be a greater propensity for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?  Bad enough a trauma for someone who processes and moves on, but if the natural tendency to over-think is suppressed then perhaps there is a greater likelihood of the intrusive flashbacks that affect nearly every PTSD sufferer.  It would be interesting to find out (and a quick Google search reveals that I'm not the first person to make the link).

So what about coping with those interactions with others that so often wound the HSP? Well, for me there are some people I will always struggle with - those who don't ever consider (or care) how their words will impact, or people with a complete lack of empathy which manifest itself in being unable to look past the 'what does this mean for me'?  I have to add to that that lacking in empathy doesn't always lead to this type of disregard and it is no doubt a minority of those who possess little or no empathic awareness.  Indeed I received a comment from a lovely lady and fellow blogger who said that she would love to have this ability but her aspie tendencies mean she rarely can tell what other's are thinking.  Even though I do not know this person in real life, she still exudes kindness and warmth in her writing and interactions.  Indeed it might even be possible that some who seem to exude a harsh lack of empathy actually are empathetic, but choose to act as if they are not, perhaps as a self-defence mechanism or just pure selfishness for whatever reason (we all know people like that, unfortunately).

But back to how to cope, again, it's how you choose to react to situations that govern how big an impact being HSP will make on your life.  For instance I long ago learned to not take things personally in the professional setting.  And if I ever do, because no one is of course infallible, I have to actively process the interaction and come to a resolution where I can draw a line under it and see if there is anything positive I can take from it.  The same should be true of my interactions in a personal sense, but that of course is always going to be a work in progress while I try to balance the burdens of being HSP with the precious positives.

I'd love to hear from both people who think they might be highly sensitive, or perhaps regularly interact with someone they believe to be.  How do you/they cope?  What positive methods do you/they employ?

For more information on being highly sensitive, check out Dr Aron's excellent research on the Highly Sensitive Person website.

Monday, 27 February 2012

The Pinterest controversy



Follow Me on Pinterest If you've been keeping your ear to the social media ground this week you will have caught a few rumblings of worry and concern at the latest social media 'it' platform, Pinterest.  Indeed the rumblings have grown so loud that the company has been forced to act to answer the concerns that it is a) encouraging users to infringe copyright on a mass basis, and b) acquiring the rights to users original content by stealth (or unfavourable clauses buried deep in the Ts&Cs).


Pin it button
Pinterest has claimed that it has never encouraged copyright. However, on the site's 'about' section it suggests installation of the 'Pin It' button:


Once installed in your browser, the “Pin It” button lets you grab an image from any website and add it to one of your pinboards. When you pin from a website, we automatically grab the source link so we can credit the original creator.


This of course means that copyright owners have no control over whether or not their work is 'pinned' and have no means of stopping it.  Obviously this is a problem, as once the work has been pinned, it can be re-pinned countless times, and the original user's 'credit' may get lost along the way.  


To combat this Pinterest has written a piece of code, which it says will prevent any pinning from the site which copies it anywhere into the site's html.  As a blogger, I thought I'd give this a go.  The code is currently written into this site, so now when I try and pin, this is what I get:

The No-pin code evidently does not work!
Hmmm...


So the code does not work on the Blogger platform, nor does it work on Wordpress, from what I've heard from Wordpress bloggers.  A bit of a major fail when these are two of the most commonly used publishing programs amongst the communities least likely to want their work stolen.


Of course theft by users is not the only issue.  As I mentioned Pinterest gains the right to any image pinned.  It might be that the owner of the original image would quite like their work pinned, for exposure purposes, but does not want to forgo their rights of ownership as is seemingly the case here.  Surely giving up rights to a piece of work is a contract, yet if the creator is not the pinner, how can the contract be legal when they themselves never entered into it?


Pinterest has been celebrated as the only major social media platform to have arrived with a solid business plan with clear objectives on how it will make its money.  If it is to realise these, then it will need to address the concerns of those who post original artwork and copy onto the Internet.  It will need to write a piece of code that actually works so that people genuinely have a choice as to whether or not their work can be pinned because it isn't only 'fair game' brands who want to shift their products that post their pictures onto their sites.  It might also want to reassure those who are very concerned at Pinterest's mass accumulation of images, which really do not and should not belong to them.





Sunday, 26 February 2012

It's Sunday and I will NOT be silent!

I shared in my blog post yesterday that I have not been the happiest this week.  This morning I've woken up, and I still feel that same nagging pit of the stomach crappy feeling that I've had all week, but as it's sunny I'm going to try and make the best of it.  With a husband and step-son who are probably not going to be up for doing anything and a daughter who is still a wee bit under the weather I'm not entirely sure how to go about it at this point in time.

As previously mentioned, I am very affected by my surroundings.  I like a calm and minimalist zen-type vibe, yet often end up surrounded by chaos in the home.  And it's not all the fault of living with a messy toddler.  I start projects to try and improve our 'sanctuary', but I'm a bugger for not finishing them.  Currently I have an unfinished living room (though this isn't overly obvious), and unfinished bedroom (really very obvious) and an unfinished back garden which looks as though an archaeological dig has been taking place.  Add to that the dead trees and weeds at the front of the house and it's all a bit of a nightmare.

I can't rest with all this mess.

Unfortunately with my back and sciatic nerve currently injured there's little I can do in the way of heavy duty work, but I can do a little light spring cleaning to some loud(ish) music.  After all, it is almost March!  And perhaps a few primroses in a hanging basket would cheer things up a little.

I would very much love to know what other people do to make their inner-selves happier.  



Saturday, 25 February 2012

Homesickness and itchy feet

Warning: this is very introspective post - more of a sounding off journal entry, hence the Joseph Conrad-style lack of white-space!  


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This time last year I was in the midst of a nasty breakdown, brought on by my PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).  I was not a happy bunny.  Thankfully, with the support of doctors, psychotherapists and last but not least, family, I saw the year out free from PTSD's grip.  I remember thinking, when this all over I'll be happy again.  Life will be great.  It's what I clung to.  And it has been a good year.  I got married to Babyzoid's father in November and I managed to leave a career that was sucking the life out of me, which even though it put me in limbo for a time, gave me the breathing space to figure out exactly what it is I want to do.  And I have.  It's taking time, but at least I have things figured out.  It's also a career that won't matter where I am or where I live, which leads me to the last remaining major source of dissatisfaction in my life.  Much as I have tried, I have struggled to settle in the town where we have lived for four years.  Part of it is probably home-sickness for the friends and family I left behind in the north as I just do not have that family support network here.  And this is nothing against the very good friends I have made over the last few years.  But not being able to see those friends I have known for 10-20 years is tough, and I regret some of the friendships that really haven't survived me moving, such as that of my last 'best friend' whom I met at sixth-form.  So sad.  And family, although they are closer than many, they are not round the corner.  I cannot just pop in for a chat with Mum or a Dad home-cooked meal.  And there is no one I feel that we can ask to look after Babyzoid while my husband and I have a few hours to ourselves, perhaps to go out for a meal or even just to catch a film.  When you feel so home-bound it gets you down after a while, or at least it does me.  I'm the kind of person who needs to feel I can take off to do something at a moment's notice.  I'm flighty, I'm impulsive, and I hate to feel tied down.  Now I have no problem toting Babyzoid as I go, but the fact is we are a one car family who live in a village next to a very small town where there is little to do.  Babyzoid and I are isolated during the week, aside from occasionally seeing friends that are within walking distance.  And it's making me feel very depressed.  And I hate being depressed because I had decided that it was something that was merely an unfortunate side effect of the PTSD - I don't like to think of myself suffering it for 'no apparent reason'.  It's not the person I want to be.  I just don't know what to do next.  Part of me would like to move back up north, but I know that's never going to happen, and I doubt it would make me happy anyway as the town I come from is pretty dead-end.  I don't know what the solution is, but I guess trying to make things happen in a professional sense, then see if we are in a position to perhaps relocate elsewhere in the Midlands in a couple of years time.  But will this make me happy?  Will it improve the quality of life for our family?  The answer is that I don't know.  But putting up and doing nothing has never been in my nature and it never will be.  It makes me an incredibly frustrating person to live with and be around, and being both very self-aware and highly sensitive I struggle with the impact I have on everyone around me.  But I just can't help myself as when I bottle up my feelings they ferment until they explode out of me with devastating effect.  And that's where things are once again headed.  This life of settled family-woman is one that does not come naturally to me, so I have to find a way to make peace with it.  But being someone who is very affected by her surroundings I need to do it in a location which at least gives me some sense of outer-happiness.  And that I don't think is here.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

Thankful Third Thursday

As you may know I've been a pretty lazy blogger for the last 2 or 3 months (so much so I missed my 1st 'blogoversary'. Oh shoot).  So I decide to eventually rear my head like a crocodile surveying the river, and what happens?  I immediately get slapped with 3 tags. *Thwok!*  Wonder if I can re-submerge and hold my breath for another 3 months?  I jest :)


Actually, that metaphor doesn't work for me.  Crocodiles aren't lazy, they're efficient and predatory and in need of some major dental work, for the most part.  I also empathise more with he hunted than the hunter, and that brings me to the meme I'm about to join in with:


The blah: on the third Thursday of every month I blog about ten things I am thankful for. Then tag three (note the t’s) people in the meme to pass it on.


I was tagged by the originator of the meme mummypinkwellies, and as I'm always one for a nifty bit of alliteration, I'm game.


  1. Empathy: That's right, I am thankful for empathy - my own empathy, that is.  I'm very empathetic and I believe it makes me a good person - and not an effective crocodile.  I share this in common with many other sensitive, creative types, and although I've sometimes viewed it as a bit of a curse (it's hard to be wilfully selfish when your mind immediately jumps to the how the victim will feel), I'm actually quite thankful for it as it enables me to read people and situations quite easily.  Sometimes I get caught out, especially if hormones are at play, but I seem to have insights that not everyone else has.  I'm not talking about kooky psychic ability, I'm talking picking up on subtle nuances in body language or in what people do or don't say or in how they react.  Now this could make me a highly effective gossip queen as I instantly know who fancies who at work or who has had a fall-out before the information becomes public knowledge.  Instead, I'm going to channel it into my marketing activities.  That's right, marketing is all about understanding the customer and communicating effectively with them.  Isn't that obvious? Apparently not... If this lady were real, then as an 'Empath Betzoid' (geeky Star Trek reference) she'd make a brilliant marketer:
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   2.    My 30s: As an avid reader of Hollywood gossip (hey, we all have our guilty pleasures) I can tell you that this week Jennifer Aniston told a magazine that her 30s "blew" but her 40s are great.  Well half of my 20s "blew" (the first half, to be specific) but I'm finding that my 30s are much kinder.  They have brought contentment and stability, a beautiful family, and a new batch of friends (mainly mummies).  Having quite a large number of friends is something which I've never been comfortable with as I'm quite reflective and often need lots of alone-time.  Sometimes this borders on hermitude (not a word, according to the red line that just appeared, but I'm sticking with) and I need to withdraw for a few days.  This is why not having a 'bestie' as such isn't an issue for me.  I've had best friends, and nice though that is that level of intimacy is it can be hard for me to maintain these days.  Having said that I do see my friends regularly (the ones that are local) and I hope they realise I'm always there for them and would do anything I could in times of need.  I certainly feel like the friends I do have I could call on, and that is precious.

3.    Living in a nice village: As someone who grew up in a rough economic blackspot of a northern town, I appreciate that I live in a nice calm place near the outskirts of a village.   It's a large village and borders the town of Hinckley on one side, so town is a mere 15-20 minute walk, but I still get the benefit of village life - important for someone like me who needs plenty of peace and downtime.

4.   Peppa Pig DVDs: I know it's terrible but sometimes you just need a break (like now!), and as my little one rarely naps nowadays Peppa comes in very useful when I need to get ready or just need 10 minutes of me-time.  I say it's terrible, I think every mum on the planet understands this one.

5.  Escaping teaching: I didn't enjoy it - it just wasn't for me.  That's not to say I didn't have some good times or meet some fantastic people (colleagues and students), but I just didn't have the stamina to work all hours god sends on prep, marking, and everything else that comes with.  I tried, but I felt like I was always dropping the ball and it was a lousy feeling.  Trying not to be too harsh on myself for a moment, I think it was the wrong subject and possibly the wrong age group.  I was passionate about only some of what I was expected to teach, and those parts weren't taught in depth.  I also had to teach an additional subject that I wasn't any good at - and that is enough to shatter anyone's  already fragile confidence.  It just wasn't for me, and I'm so thankful that circumstances enabled me to escape - even if it did take the PTSD breakdown and has meant I've had to take a part-time night job while I (very slowly) get my own business up and running.

6.  Social media:  It's what I love and am passionate about and it is what I do in my new business.  I believe in social media as a force for good (just look at Egypt) and an invaluable means of communication.  It's finding itself at the heart of everything and I could write lots on the subject (and currently am doing for my website) but this is not the place.  I'm just thankful it exists and that it enable someone like me to be able to communicate regularly and effectively without even having to leave the house!

7.  Impending Spring:  Be gone foulest cold winter!  It looks quite nice out there today.  Spring is coming, I can feel it.

8:  Employment and a roof over our heads:  The figures released this week show that the unemployment in this country is getting worse as business confidence is in the gutter.  Youth unemployment has also featured heavily in the news with the tragic suicide of a 21 year old graduate who had been searching in vain for a job for 2 years and I feel it for the young adults who left our schools and sixth forms to find there is nothing out there for them.  Many others - single or family men and women and older people not yet retired are in the same bleak situation, and so I have to be extremely thankful that we are not.  We might all complain about our jobs at times, but times like this make us realise that we are relatively fortunate.  I have known people lose their family homes after being made redundant, and I feel so awful for them.  any issues we have in regards to not being able to afford holidays or adequate childcare pale into insignificance.

9:   The spare car:  Okay, so we ourselves don't have a spare car, but my husband's parents do and they let us borrow it so that we can both drive to work (essential as there is a motorway involved in our commute!)  Life would be very difficult without this!

10: My family, especially this little lady:

So who to tag? Agh, this is the part I hate.  Ummmm.....


Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Listography - Top 5 Phrases That Drive Me Crazy or 'Beadzoid gets really flippin' ANGRY'!!!!!

In doing some proper blog reading for the first time in forever (I'm such a baaaad community member!) I came across Listography again.  First on Looking For Blue Sky, which I love, even though I have no links to autism (probably because Cathy is lovely) and then on Kate Takes 5 itself.  And I thought, you know what, I need a good old vent, let's blow off a bit of steam!

So here is my list of 5 phrases that drive me absolutely nuts:

1) 'Cause that's how I roll......Ugh, just hate it, hate it, hate it! Not sure where in the hell it came from but I've seen in EVERYWHERE in the past few months and it makes me want to punch something.  I do NOT find it amusing, just really god damned annoying!  Yes, this might be a complete overreaction to what is essentially a harmless fad-phase, and it might indeed be an indicator of deep simmering anger issues that need resolving, but whatever the case, it WINDS ME UP!!!!!!!!!  

2) Well I did tell you/told you so/you don't want to do that, you want to do THIS... and any other smug variation.
Surely there are no people in the world left who do this, you might cry? Well, yes, yes there are!  And I know some of them.  And their superiority complex apparently blots out any sense of tact, humility or understanding that NO ONE LIKES A KNOW IT ALL SMART-ARSE!!!

3) I swear down...
What? What does this even MEAN? You swear down on what? On the bible? On your kids lives? Finish the bloody sentence! Or even better, use a non-chavvy substitute such as "no word of a lie!" (only mildly annoying), "I speak the truth!" (slightly dramatic, but still an improvement), "as God is my witness" (okay, I'm not religious, but I know you are so I totally believe you) but not that! You are not street, or gangsta, just rather silly-sounding.

4) What do you mean <insert what you just said here>?
I mean, exactly what I've just said.  You want me to say it twice? Fine.  And then you'll accuse me of being smart or having an attitude because I didn't modify my statement to suit your passive aggressive attack. Either get your hearing tested or state your exact objection to what I just said.  

5) You think you're tired/poorly/whatever....
Before then going on to detail how their tiredness or ailment is far worse than yours.  C'mon, we all know at least one person who does this!

Do I feel better now? I jolly well do! And, uh, apologies if this offends anyone but you know this blog is about me, not YOU. *starts humming You're So Vain*

Cause that's how I....... *crash* *crack* &%*expletives$£*

*books into anger management therapy*
:D





Sunday, 5 February 2012

Family fun in the snow

Ugh! What's this?!?!

There go my pants....

Mummy 'n me

Go Daddy, roll that head!

Channelling the late Michael Jackson

Snow WOman (can you see the flower hairclip?)


Action shot!

And now all warm under the throw watching Peppa Pig...

Silent Sunday


Friday, 3 February 2012

Moving on... a fresh start!



'A fresh, clean, peaceful start (22/52)' photo (c) 2010, Maryam (one bored chica) - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

I've felt it for quite sometime - probably since Babyzoid's Daddy and I got married and I finished the premature baby awareness fortnight I did on here with all the fabulous contributors.  I want to move on.  Move on from letting the fact that I have a premature baby define me.

A conversation I had with a friend reaffirmed this.  She mentioned how one of her new years resolutions was to 'move on' from being 'premmie mum'.  I have to be honest I feel the same and have done for some time.  The extra burden is draining and often painful and I have no desire to keep punishing myself for what I now know in my heart was not my fault.  That is not to say that I won't always have it in my psyche - of course I will, it would be impossible not to.  But it's not going to control how Babyzoid and I live our lives from day to day.  She's 2 years, 5 months now.  It's time.

When I started this blog I had a lot of issues relating to the pregnancy and birth I needed to work through - and it helped, it really helped - not to mention kind words and support I received when I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  I don't think there's a single 'mummy blogger' (to use a term I don't really like) out there who hasn't used her blog as therapy on some level, even if it's simply reaching out to find others who are going through something similar, be it grief, loneliness, or just plain and simple exhaustion.

 But it's oh so easy to get stuck in that mindset - especially as I now actively campaign for premature babies for national charity, Bliss and have indeed just joined the board of a local premature baby research charity (containing 3 of Babyzoid's former paediatric consultants!).  But I don't want to think about prematurity everyday because I'm worried that it will impact on how I treat my daughter.  When I remember her all tubed up and helpless in her plastic box, it still has an incredibly strong emotional effect on me.  It still brings tears - but this is perfectly normal, so I understand.  I just don't want to project my grief and fragility over the experience onto my daughter, who is now doing amazingly well.

So well in fact that a lady in the greengrocer's was most surprised she was only 2 years of age (my girl is tall!) - that's right, I've gone from having to do the whole actual/corrected thing (god I used to hate that!) to explaining that she might actually be younger than she looks.  From "no she's not a newborn, she's actually 5 months old!" to "she's only 2, so yes she's still in nappies, has a dummy (grrrr) and is not speaking perfect English yet, okay?"  I'm just going to have to watch her when she gets to senior school and looks old enough to be served for cigarettes and booze!

So yes, it's time to move on.  That's not to say I won't still address prematurity issues on here (when I can be bothered to blog, that is) or do the odd bit of online campaigning on here (I will still be very active in campaigning both offline and online in other arenas, of course), but along with living a more 'normal' family life, I want my blog back! My sense of humour, my ability to write about crap that is sometimes though not always related to being a mum and occasionally make it entertaining.  I miss that.  People are ready to move on at different times and some take longer than others, especially if there are lasting issues.  Indeed I see it ever day on the support groups and communities I am a part of, but this is my time.  And if I don't make the break now then I fear it may be like waiting too long to introduce solids or do the good old potty train (everything is so goddamned time-sensitive when it comes to kids!)

Babyzoid has flourished.  She has moved on, and so therefore should I.

Now, best get thinking of something random to blog about now.  Especially now I'm all paid up to attend Britmums.  The presssure is ON! :D



Question! If you had a traumatic event in your life, when did you feel the time was right to move on? Was it gradual or did you make a clean break?  Did you ever look back?


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