Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
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Swipe Right: Adventures in Dating at Windsor’s Shadowbox is Rip-Roaring Fun


Promo photo: Adventures in Dating by Rob Tymec


Whether you’ve used dating sites like Lavalife, Plenty of Fish or currently perusing a dating app called Tinder, you’ll know that dating is not always smooth sailing at all. Adventures in Dating is a rip-roaring romantic comedy by Rob Tymec that takes dating to a whole new level of crazy, with only two actors (played brilliantly by Rob Tymec and Teagan Smallhorn) but portraying over 20 characters between them.

We caught the show on Saturday night (May 11) at Windsor’s Shadowbox Theatre.

There will always be winners and losers, and sadly Jeff is on a pretty consistent losing streak going on first dates with women who might have been left too long on the crazy train. His choice of restaurant remains the same each time, and so when each date goes badly, he can still frequent other restaurants without the bad memories attached. What an optimist! While dealing with dates ranging from a chatty cathy and OCD’er to an aggressive feminist who literally knocks him off his feet, Jeff still musters the strength to get through these dates and plot away to find his next one.

Jeff’s salvation throughout these dates is often his waitress hero, Jen. She comes to his rescue a handful of times with words of encouragement and slivers of wisdom.  Their bond begins to deepen with each date under his belt. She brings to the table a whole new perspective, as well as a red table cloth. However, she’s also mending a broken heart and jumps on the bandwagon of serial dating. Tables are turned (rather switched to blue this time), as she reminisces about her “first” date experiences.  Her luck is just as bad as Jeff’s dealing with a gym rat hopped up on protein shakes to a sci-fi geek who is outraged at Jen’s comment of mistaking Star Trek with Dr. Who.

The characters are engaging, funny and down-right quirky. Rob and Teagan are so impressive transitioning from one character to the next. The chemistry together on-stage is wonderful and unless you have been blessed with only amazing dating experiences, the play is quite relatable. It personally felt at times that I was reliving my past dating life.

You can catch Adventures in Dating at the Shadowbox Theatre here in Windsor, ON.

💜You can also check out my review at 519 Magazine: 
https://519magazine.com/swipe-right-adventures-in-dating-at-windsors-shadowbox-is-rip-roaring-fun/

Mental Health: Pushing forward into the unknown.

It’s been a strange past few months. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something has felt very off. Maybe I could blame the cosmos. What happens to us when our heart flutters, our mind races and sleep becomes disruptive? I feel like maybe at some points each of us could be extras on The Walking Dead. No need to worry though, it's just our friendly neighbour anxiety; the growing epidemic plaguing us all. 
The horrible feeling that creeps up when you think you finally have a grasp on this thing called life, only to have you catapult into a mess of over-exaggerated emotional turmoil and physical discomfort that make you wonder if something is seriously wrong.

Why do we really try when we know that we're going to fail miserably, or at least that’s what our mind tells us.  Oh and yes let's beat ourselves up and never give credit for accomplishing huge hurdles. I think we all want the same things in life and to surpass unfortunate visitors who try to claim our well-being. "They taught you lessons in life.” Yeah, I don't think we needed the lessons, I never needed them, but you can't always get what you want. These experiences can make us more hyper-vigilant sometimes to perceived threatening situations. I believe learning to become resilient is one of the best tools for our mental-health toolbox, but one that is very hard to acquire without constant modification.

Don't we all just want someone to love us?  To find someone who is proud of us, and won't hide us from the rest of the world. The beautiful life is and will always be subjective, but the desire to look forward to growing old gracefully in each other’s arms seems comforting and not all that far-fetched. However, in the flux of self-loathing and self-empowerment, it's like we ask for too much, yet settle too long for much too little.  We live with those painful scars, the fleeting moments of happiness, and that constant whisper that we are never good enough for anything or anybody.

Then we have friendships. Sometimes we build long-lasting connections and other times, we grow apart. The growing envy takes over as you see others who have held onto friendships since their childhood or even high school years, while you cannot even keep a gold fish alive for more than a few months. For some of us, we make the conscious effort to avoid taking graduation photos for the year book and our silhouette on the page has the caption underneath "missing in action." Why even bother attending graduation either, just to put on a smiling face, hug everyone and share all the wonderful memories that never happened? Yep, we are not all hypocrites.

Even in adulthood now, it’s the same drama, people are just older, more jaded, less educated, and popping out kids they regret, with the only consolation of getting into a drunken stupor to forget how pathetic their lives really are. Talk about soul-draining.  Then you get the phony bologna's who are sweet to your face, act like their lives are perfect, and back-stab you in the worst possible ways. We love them dearly (note my dripping sarcasm) because we strive not to ever be like them.

My trust meter is low and so I have disconnected myself a bit in order to process all the thoughts and feelings and to allow much needed rest and space.
"Love is like a barren place, and reaching out for human faith is like a journey I just don't have a map for." - Savage Garden-To The Moon And Back
September passed, then came October, followed now by November. Maybe we are all going through an existential crisis and not aware of it. The feelings could be very subtle or just take hold tightly and our fight-flight response is in limbo. It will pass, just like hours in a day.

I’m turning 36 years old in a few weeks, and I feel like life has passed me by.  Feelings though don't equal facts, which is often a tough pill to swallow. In reality, I know that I have accomplished a lot so far and will continue to make strides, even if they are itty bitty ones right now.  It may not be the same accomplishments that other people can gloat about, but my achievements and sacrifices do mean something.

I don't think we should ever hide who we are.  I know that the only limits I have are the ones that I put on myself. It's a long and daunting process to begin again, but well worth it.  I'm trying to explore, live more freely and make life purposeful on my own terms.

The wavering support that one may get in life shouldn't be diminished.

Thanks for reading.

Borderline Personality Disorder: A Break From Reality


I am very excited to be covering a wide variety of topics, especially issues that engage the human spirit, just like the one you will read today.

Borderline Personality Disorder is a serious mental illness marked by severe instability in mood, relationships, and behaviour. University of Washington psychologist, Marsha Linehan is one of the world’s leading experts on the subject and states that: “Borderline individuals are the psychological equivalent of third-degree-burn patients. They simply have, so to speak, no emotional skin. Even the slightest touch or movement can create immense suffering.


The mere thought of this quote is heart-breaking, but how would you react, if your child actually felt like this?

Below you will meet K, a single mother of 4 from Windsor, Ontario, who continues to watch her daughter suffer through this often misunderstood illness. To preserve the dignity and respect of this family, my interview will not disclose their names, instead I will use: K (mother) and M (daughter).

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Tell me about your daughter in her early stages of life. Did she exhibit any unusual behaviours at all, before reaching her teenage years that caused you concern?

M was my second daughter and she did exhibit different traits from her older sister, even as a baby. She couldn’t have her foods touch, which I thought was just her personality. However, as she entered her toddler stages, she would throw herself to the floor and have anger outbursts. It was also recognized that she had an inability to share with other children at school. When I would take her to day-care, she was an angel, but as soon as I picked her up and walked out the door, she would start with temper tantrums and ask for things she knew I’d say no to. At the time, I thought nothing of it and believed what people and her pediatrician told me; it was just a stage and it was the typical terrible 2’s and 3’s.

Her behaviour went on and by the time she was 6 and in kindergarten, things were getting progressively worse. She was hurting herself and her younger sister. The tantrums becoming worse too, so I took her to see a doctor here in Windsor and he had me fill out questionnaires, along with all her teachers. After this, M was diagnosed with ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder). I was told there was no medicine for this. I waited for 3 months for a psychiatrist from London to come and see her. When he came, he met with her for 45 minutes and then told me that there was nothing wrong and I should take her to church. I couldn’t believe it! I felt so disheartened and helpless because I knew there was something wrong with M, but I didn’t know where to turn for help.

This continued on for a few more years and by the time M was 9, she made her first visit to a mental health treatment facility for her outbursts. Once again, I was told she was fine, but by this time, I had found out through her grandmother that her father was diagnosed with BPD and narcissistic sociopathic behaviours. I don’t know why it took so long to find this out and it is something I will never understand. From what I knew researching the disorder, behavioural modification was the only option, before the age of 13. However, nothing was done for M because 3 different doctors stated nothing was wrong with her and I was in fact to blame for M’s behaviour.

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I realize this may bring back some painful memories, but what was the pivotal moment when you realized that she needed immediate help?

I knew M needed help when I caught her slamming her arm in the door at the age of 6. Also, another memory that sticks in my mind was when I realized that certain things happening to her younger sister was actually being caused by M. She even kept a diary where she wrote about wanting certain people in the family dead and talked about killing them.

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Can you walk me through a typical day of what it is like being a mother of a teenager with BPD. Are you able to work, does she attend school, or does your daughter need 24 hour care?

M has not lived at home for 2 years, as she has been in voluntary care and in-treatment placements. The final straw for me was 2 years ago, as the self harming and head-banging wouldn’t stop, along with many trips to emergency, and no changes for the better. I took her to counselling, plus to see a psychiatrist for such a long time, but her good days lasted for a matter of a day or two and then we’d be right back onto the rollercoaster ride of hell. I could not satisfy her, no matter what I did. She was and still is like a bottomless pit of need, attention and emotion that cannot be filled for more than 5 minutes. Sadly, this is a symptom of the illness. The mood swings are so severe that in an hour, she can go from happy to mad, back to sad and then happy again, literally. She self harms in many ways including: cutting, head banging, refusing to eat or drink, swallowing items and attempting suicide.

M requires one-on-one staffing at all times, even when sleep hours are in effect. I used to work, but in the last 5 months, I had to quit my job. It may sound strange since she doesn’t even live at home, but between all the serious incidents (82 of them just last month) going back and forth to London, Hamilton, Kitchener, as well as meetings, lawyers and court, I am just too drained. I missed so much time unexpectedly that my business was just going to the dogs. Now, since M’s been released from the hospital and transferred back to Windsor into a foster home, she is partaking in DBT (Dialectical Behaviour Therapy) with only one psychologist offering it here in Windsor.

Working with a psychiatrist, and a DBT group gives me some hope that we can get somewhere positive with M. It feels like hope against hope for the most part though. M requires so much care, time and attention that it’s nearly impossible to fulfill it. She is not stable enough to be at home and poses a safety danger to herself and her other siblings because of the erratic mood swings and self harming behaviours. She does attend school, she’s been a straight “A” student, and is highly intelligent, which is part of the problem to an extent. Her relationships though with her peers and teachers are not healthy.

As M has no sense of boundaries, her illness does not allow her to understand or set any of them. When someone else sets the boundaries, she thinks it is rejection. She has a black and white thought process; either it’s all good or all bad, there is no in between. If she likes you, it’s great, but it’s also problematic too because M becomes obsessive with the person, whether it’s a peer or a teacher. From her perception, what she sees, hears, and feels are not the “norm.” As an example, if you tell her the sky is blue, she will tell you, “no it’s not, it’s purple and that’s that!” M only hears what she wants and it is not because she can’t understand, it’s just not what she actually wants to hear.

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It’s not uncommon for family members to become psychologically distressed when they see such suffering of a loved one and cannot find adequate help on complex conditions. To aid in healing, some may turn to prayer/faith, spiritual meditation, etc. What techniques have you used? What has helped the most?

Yes, the family has been under extreme distress. Her sisters went to counselling and we are looking to start up again, including myself. The problem is that my visits are limited to only 4 sessions. I finally found a reasonably priced psychologist, but since quitting work, I have been unable to pay him. The blessing is that he still sees me (thank the lord, I would not survive without him!). My mom and I went to the NAMI program at CCH, which is run by other parents of adult children with mental illnesses. My main issue was that no one really had a child suffering with the same illness or even in M’s age range. It was informative to learn about the stigma’s that often come with mental illness, the lack of support and understanding in our community, as well as around the world. They shared the different stages that you will go through, and I felt some comfort knowing that we’re not alone with all the others families there. Once the program ended though, that feeling of support was over and the relationships that are built within the group are gone. I know they tried, but the group was not as specific as it needed to be, and the amount of teaching was overwhelming, especially in such a short period of time.

Other than this group, I haven’t been able to find any help on a long-term basis. The quality of care simply isn’t here in Windsor, and resources seem to be fading quickly. I do not understand why there is such a lack of support here for adults and children at all. What is even more disheartening are the turnover rates; Hotel Dieu psychiatry is 2 weeks and then you leave, while other places like Maryvale, you have a maximum of 2 days.

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It seems like from the array of specialists in the mental health realm that you have seen, there is a consensus that your daughter has Borderline Personality Disorder. When you were first told, what was your reaction and what was the response from your daughter?

I’ve known for a long time, and just this last year, having BPD as a serious possibility has truly been stressful and painful. The confirmation of M’s diagnosis and being told that we no longer need to wait until she’s 18 from psychiatrists, psychologists and the team at McMaster, has been bitter sweet. I’m glad to finally have a proper and accurate diagnosis, as it lets me focus on what to deal with and what to be prepared for (as prepared as you can be with this illness). There is no cure and medication will not help either. With only one person in the community who is trained in DBT therapy, as M gets older, it can only get worse. As a mother, this is terrifying.

For M, I always felt it was very important to tell her what was going on because how can you begin to heal or deal with things, if you don’t know what is happening to you? Even though she has been told, M is in denial and does not believe she has this illness at all. So for her, it hasn’t made a difference, nor has it provided relief or help. From what I do understand, I don’t know that she will at anytime realize what is going on. The longer it takes to come to any realization, I think the more harm it will cause her. So like I said, it is a very, very bitter pill to swallow, but it helps knowing at least what I am dealing with.

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In our conversation, you mentioned that you’d like to start a Windsor support group. I love the fact that you are advocating so strongly for your daughter and those who are caregivers for people with BPD. Can you tell me about your vision and what you hope will come out of this?

My vision for the long-term is to have a stable place for families to come to, so they can learn about BPD. I would like it to be an informative, supportive and safe haven, especially with a 24hr support line for caregivers and parents. I would like to run an on-going support group for not only the parents and caregivers, but for the sufferers, as well. There would be respite services available for the caregivers, along with educational, therapeutic, and supportive camps for the children, adults and the caregivers. I would eventually like to get together a team of 10 people who are desperately needed, in order to provide DBT therapy, for both the sufferers and the caregivers. It is the only known thing right now to work and something must be done because as I stated above, having only one person who can do this is not enough. A local facility needs to be established here. We cannot just settle and travel 2 hours or more for help. It is not a realistic option. A parent shouldn’t have to sign their child away and into the care of society because they don’t have the money, resources, and support that are desperately needed to take care of their sick child; it’s just plain wrong as the day is long.

One doctor in the whole city is clearly not enough. She cannot possibly help everyone by herself and there needs to be funding by OHIP because psychologists are not recognized with OHIP at all. Without this coverage, therapy is extremely expensive at $160/hour. A person (depending on what stage they are in) needs this specific therapy for many years and must go once a week. It is not practical or affordable, especially for someone like me, who is a single mother of 4 and without a good paying job. Some do not have a job at all or actually do have a job, but lack any coverage. This illness cannot be ignored and reduced to whoever has money will get the treatment and help. It’s ludicrous, especially for the children; they are our future. How can we close our eyes to these mental illnesses and just give them partial help? We are setting them up for failure and when we are old, they will be the ones that we will rely upon to take care of us. Our future and generations down the road are truly at stake. People are worried about global warming, more than they are about the human race. We’re facing a real crisis. We’re not only watching it, we’re helping it happen, by doing nothing. By continuing to be ignorant, ignoring, stigmatizing, and being scared will not get us anywhere, and our human race will disappear long before the earth will, if we keep this up.

The parents and caregivers are in serious and desperate need of support and help. I am almost positive that there are many more who are too ashamed to even admit they have a ill family member suffering from mental illness. Most are too scared to ask for help or to even fight publicly because so many still do not understand mental illness, while others stick their noses in the air, without realizing this mental illness is just like Cancer, Diabetes, etc… It’s scary, debilitating and it affects everyone who loves them. In some cases, it is terminal and that’s the bottom line. Instead of being scared and ignorant, we need to start doing something to change these perceptions and really make an attempt to fix the problem.

Caregivers and parents are losing this battle and losing it quickly because what they need is not available. Now not only do we have their loved ones in serious need, but as a parent or caregiver developing depression, exhaustion, anxiety, and many other conditions is on the rise because we are suppose to be robots. We are set up in a system where we’re just supposed to deal with it and suffer alone. You just can’t do it. I don’t care who you are, it’s impossible. We had a DBT team here 2 years ago and you know what, they left. Why? Well the DBT team, burnt out. Yup, that’s right, the therapist burnt out.. Even the therapists need therapy and support, as this condition is draining. So how are we really supposed to function by ourselves, without training, guidance and more importantly, no support?

Sufferers who have this illness can go from 0 to 60 in 5 seconds. They can also go through literally 5 different emotions in an hour, out of nowhere. You don’t even know how it happened, where it’s coming from, and now you have the insurmountable task of figuring out how to dissolve the situation before it goes too far. How do you solve a problem, if you don’t know the equation? Sometimes they will also come looking for trouble, and trying to de-escalate the situation and not engage with them can cause the situation to get even worse.

For the average person, this is exhausting, as you are experiencing their emotional rollercoaster ride right along with them, plus your own feelings and emotions. It is like you are constantly walking on eggshells. For the one who suffers from BPD, this is something they almost thrive from, so it is not as hard on them. I’m not saying it isn’t hard, but it is not the same as what the parent is going through because the parent or caregiver is dealing with a rational, logic mind, whereas the sufferer is not. You certainly cannot try to enforce rules, say no, or try to problem solve because it is never good enough. You can give 50 positives, 50 solutions and get told 100 negatives and 100 reasons why it won’t work. These are some of the serious issues you are met with trying to care for someone suffering with this illness. It is very complicated and scary. There is just no appeasing this illness. So this is just a taste of what goes on, but I hope you understand the dire need of constant support for the parents and caregivers.

In the short-term an educational and informative support group will suffice. It’s a short-term fix for a long term problem, but I know it will help. I just want to offer everything I’ve needed. It’s so important, it really is.

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With many stones still left unturned, K continues to advocate for her daughter and others (adults may be diagnosed later in life, which poses more issues to cope with) who may be in a similar situation. The need for drastic changes made in the mental health sector is at an all-time high, especially for those who suffer with Borderline Personality Disorder.

K welcomes any support that is out there. After all, Lao Tzu was right; A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

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Need help? Here are some other resources that can offer support for you or your loved ones.

💜https://windsoressex.cmha.ca

💜https://www.camh.ca/en/health-info/mental-illness-and-addiction-index/borderline-personality-disorder


Dating: You Said I Wasn't Your Kind, Only Here For The Ride




I recently met a man who told me that “the worst punishment anyone can be faced with in life is loneliness. We need air to breathe, food to keep our bodies working, and companionship to feel alive. He believed that “no man (or woman) is an island.” He didn’t mention anything about sex, which was very surprising, as it is human nature to have those needs, but I allowed him to continue.

“Sex is important in a relationship,” he blatantly told me. “To be intimate, to make love with another is a wonderful feeling, so don’t get me wrong there, but it’s not everything.” When he said “it’s not everything” those words seemed to echo in my head. “Having someone to share some good conversation with over a cup of coffee and to explore all the beauty that life has to offer together, holds more value in the end, my dear lady.”

I thought about all the people who have faced terrible illnesses and how amazing it was that their partner’s still stuck by their side. I’ve read stories of others who couldn’t participate any longer in sexual relations because of trauma and/or medical reasons, not only females, but males too. They wondered when their partner would leave or even have an affair due to that gap in the relationship. It’s often embarrassing and makes you feel like a solitary existence is easier on your heart.
I had hoped that someday there would be a dating service that offered companionship on a level that took out the physical component. You could hold hands or cuddle, but the rest was never really brought into the equation. It was almost like an unwritten rule that wasn’t discussed, sort of the way it’s known to stay away from topics like politics, sex, and religion on a first date.

Needless to say, a friend on Facebook posted a link to this site called Romance Only (formerly 2date4Love.com) The founder, Laura B. was diagnosed with Stage IV cervical cancer and after treatments found that her body no longer responded the same way as it did before, which made it a challenge to date. The site is geared towards people who are looking for love that doesn’t focus on the physical. It is about finding a compatible partner who respects and understands your decision that intimacy can be much more than what it initially is portrayed in the media and in society.

My only hope is that people will genuinely sign up and the fakes who prey on the vulnerable will just continue to browse the other dating sites and leave this one alone.

After reading more on the site, it appears to be a great resource for connecting with others who truly feel the way you do.

It really doesn’t matter what your story is. Everyone deserves to have someone special in their life to come home to and ask “hi honey, how was your day?” and to feel a warm embrace without the expectation that something else has to follow.

There are billions of people in the world, but finding that connection is far from easy. As my gentleman friend told me “you kiss a lot of frogs to get to your prince and the one who stays through the worst times is worth keeping around for the better times ahead.”

The Beginning of Healing

ying yang - the balance of life


Well this is my first official blog and you may be wondering why on earth I would start it on January 6, 2009 instead of the beginning of the New Year. I guess today’s events which I will fill you in about soon enough, provoked that urge to start one.

So my question to everyone reading this: is love like a piece of Doublemint gum? In front of me, I have a piece of spearmint gum. It’s wrapped up perfectly in its packaging, without a single fray to the edge, tear or crease along the paper. When I pick it up, I gently bring my nose close and sniff. The mint aroma is quite potent and even a little overpowering at first, but the idea of chewing a fresh, new piece of gum is quite exhilarating. The touch of the foil between my fingers feels like a sensation I’ve never even experienced before. I open it up enthusiastically, popping that single piece into my mouth, hoping that it will last forever.

As I’m chewing, I’ll tell you that my day started out just fine and you know that feeling when you are in a good mood, suddenly you get this unexpected surprise that just completely knocks the wind out of you? Well, that's probably an understatement of how I felt until I opened up the newspaper to be greeted by a face I never thought I would have to see again.

Maybe I could say that I felt like a child realizing that Santa Claus actually didn’t exist and their mother or father was actually the one eating those cookies and warm milk. Damn all those carefully constructed letters to the North Pole! 

I don’t know how to explain it properly or exactly how I felt, but at that moment, all the hurt just came flooding back to me. I know that my healing process has been considerable and if only the spirits were kind enough to give me a fair warning so I could have prepared! I guess the joke was on me. Haha…

My original piece of gum that was really soft and making my mouth happy is now getting a bit more difficult to chew and I’m needing to use way more effort now to get the same feeling I had before. It can’t go away this quickly.

So I think I was mentioning that I was dreaming and what I saw was clearly a figment of my imagination, right? I only wish. It was smack dab right in front of me and I just tore up the paper into a million pieces in a sudden fit of rage and threw it in the garbage.

The effort I was using for this gum is not helping much but I continue to chew, hoping it will get better with time. The minty flavour will return, it has to, I’ll just try harder.

After that brief shock, I was able to actually take some time away and have a plentiful lunch. Carbs are a girl’s best friend, screw the diamonds. I’m an emotional eater but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was still around.

Then the paranoia set in of will I actually see them in person now? Maybe I shouldn’t ever leave the house again to avoid feeling the pain. I could just have meals delivered to me, shop online for necessities and do distance education classes. Then I had a second to realize how absurd I’m being.

Unrequited love is painful but this went way beyond anything in my wildest dreams, or rather nightmares.

My gum is now stale and I’m ready to toss it away. It kills me to even remember those good moments of chewing, so I rather forget it all. I just want to get rid of this gum for good. I’m happy that I have switched brands, and have the potential of finding a new flavour even. Opening up a new piece will most likely bring back all those pleasant feelings, but let’s hope all the pieces from now on will last much longer.

So obviously I shouldn’t care anymore, but there will probably be parts that will resurface. The pain  will perhaps go away one day. I’ll be able to look back and laugh at all this.

I keep that faith, after all, it's my middle name. One thing I will say though is that with the supposedly comforting phrase of "time heals all wounds" I’d like it to happen already.