Rivka

@rivka-otter.bsky.social

Psychologist (but not *your* psychologist), parent, progressive, and all manner of things that begin with P. What a time to be alive and anxious.

I’m so glad Bluesky is having the “NGOs are racist, colonialist, and imperialist” discourse while I’m in the airport flying home from my Red Cross deployment.

Why the vest has pockets: this was my everyday carry, plus my phone. Not pictured: good teabags from home, because I used the last two this afternoon. On some deployments I’d have a tube of sunscreen in my pocket as well, but I wasn’t working outdoors this time.

Items laid out on a white hotel bedspread: hotel key, Sudafed, lip balm, nail clippers , small notebook and two pens, hand sanitizer, energy bar, rental car keys, tin of Altoids, sunglasses in pouch, two Red Cross pins, business card wallet with driver’s license, cash, mission credit card, and personal credit card.

I’ve “out-processed” from my disaster service. My boss kindly had me switch to a hotel in Indianapolis tonight so I could book a morning flight home. This has been a grueling deployment. Mental health service is usually 10 days but this one was 14 and felt more than 40% longer. (1/2)

A back road with no lane markings runs between two fields. The sky is heavy with dramatic clouds. The horizon has a band of flamingo pink.

Something like 90% of Red Cross workers are volunteers, including almost everyone who deploys to a disaster zone (even the administration). It’s admirable, sure, but it also means our shelter clients experience transition after transition, and that’s hard. (1/2)

Yesterday was my ✨day off✨ and I spent it in or near my bed, except for a brief sojourn to pick up my laundry from the wash-and-fold and go to an Indian buffet. It was AWESOME. (Our standard is 12-hour shifts with a day off somewhere between day 6 and day 10.) Shockingly, much more energy today.

I’m really starting to feel the strain of 12-hour days that involve trying to be in two places at once. I’m supporting two locations that both have a ton of need. The mission is starting to pick up - there are 200 Red Crossers in Indiana, although we’re spread all through the state. (1/2)

A white woman with messy greying hair and glasses leans against a car. She’s wearing a red-and-white Red Cross vest with “DMH” written on the shoulder in sharpie, and a Red Cross lanyard covered in mission pins.

This is the earliest I’ve ever shown up after a natural disaster; the floods hit on Thursday and I was on a plane Sunday. It’s been real different to be here while the operation is still standing up. This sign was new today. Shower and laundry options were new on Tuesday. We’re getting there.

Whiteboard reads: “Current Information
• Showers at YMCA
-towels, soap, shampoo provided
-Bus pass can be provided if needed
• Laundry done for free by church members
1-2 day turnaround.
• See Resource List for possible assistance from various organizations
• The MARC is coming!
MultiAgency Resource Center”

Really good day of disaster work. I’ve been putting a lot of work into showing up and building relationships, and slowly people are starting to see me as a resource. I recognize I’m saying “slowly” when I’ve only been on the job four days, but I assure you each day has been a couple weeks long.

A large grey cloud blocks the setting sun, whose rays illuminate its edges in gold. Windmills, telephone wires, and cell towers are silhouetted against the faded blue sky. The land is flat, flat, flat.

No fun Red Cross deployment stories or wise musings tonight. Talk amongst yourselves. I have removed all my role identifiers and taken myself out for a steak and a drink.

Twelve-hour shifts are more of a suggestion than a mandate in the Red Cross. I didn’t get back to my room until almost 10 tonight, but my reward was a gorgeous sunset. (It got even prettier, but not when I was in a place where I could safely pull over.) (1/3)

An orange and grey sunset over a flat midwestern landscape

Two things I did today that count as mental health interventions: I went to Dollar General to buy adult coloring books and colored pencils, and I sourced clothes so a kid could go to school. I also spent time gently teasing elderly rural men, which is a valuable disaster response skill. (1/2)

Bright yellow shopping basket with colored pencils, adult coloring books, word search books, and playing cards

For those of you who haven’t tagged along on one of my deployments before, there are a few things you won’t get to see: (1) pictures of people’s destroyed homes (2) pictures of Red Cross clients (3) the tragic personal stories of people I help

A sign planted along a walkway says “American Red Cross shelter” with a directional arrow. In the background, a partial church sign says “hate divides, love unites.”

My Red Cross gig has me in Muncie, Indiana. Here’s the story I’ve been told: “This area used to just get level 2 disasters, but for the past few years it’s been level 4 after level 4. We just finished up a long, exhausting disaster response on Sunday, and 36 hours later these storms hit.” (1/3)

A giant, awkwardly proportioned statue of a lumberjack towers over a small town intersection. He wears a bright yellow shirt and holds an axe.

20hrs after getting the first text, I’m at my gate. I never check a bag on Red Cross service. I don’t bring my purse, which means I spend the first couple of days looking for it every time I stand up. I did bring my collapsible teakettle, no worries there.

Airport departure lounge pic of a carry-on bag and a backpack, plus my leg clad in jeans and sensible close-toed walking shoes.

I got a text from the Red Cross this afternoon asking me to fly out tomorrow for a two-week deployment at one of the many sites experiencing a climate-driven disaster right now. Follow along if you’re curious about frontline disaster response, and feel free to ask me anything. #therapistsky

A red and white canvas vest bearing the logo of the American Red Cross and decorated with Red Cross button that has progress pride flag edging. On top are a lanyard decorated with many enamel mission pins and a little red notebook.

Thank god for @rebeccasolnit.bsky.social . “pursuit of the elusive vote of the working class […] is too often used by middle-class pundits and politicians to justify centering the needs, desires, and prejudices of white men while insisting that this is a very progressive position to take.”

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For at least a decade we have been told that this and that and the other thing must be tolerated in pursuit of the elusive vote of the working class or the white working class which often means the wh...

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let this be a lesson to deal with your feelings of gender anxiety and masculine inadequacy with a hobby or therapy or something and not a high stakes senate election

The DC fireworks won’t start until 10:30 or 11 and will make so much smoke that it will be hard to see the fireworks from the ground. NPS says with this many particulates people should wear an N95 or stay indoors. Really striking how much this event is not designed for *people.*

Okay, this may be the most Smalltimore thing that’s ever happened. I got to page 157 of the book and they started quoting “activist Carolyn Tyson.” “Carolyn Tyson?!” I said. “I have her punch bowl!” #baltimore

Elaborate cut-glass punch bowl and matching cups made of white “milk glass”
Rivka@rivka-otter.bsky.social · 2mo ago

#baltimore folks, I strongly recommend Emily Lieb’s book about the highway to nowhere. It’s short, smart, and packed with detail. It expanded on what I already knew about redlining, blockbusting, and predatory lending, filling out more of the whole picture. (1/2) www.emilylieb.com/road-to-nowh...