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DO NOT DO THIS.
This makes me so angry.
If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.
My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.
When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.
If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.
Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.
Please signal boost this so people know.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
Conversations in my house can be WILD.
There are four of us. Me, my husband, and our two kids - an older daughter and a younger son. They're... let's be vague and say 3rd-7th grade. Of all of us, the only one who MIGHT be neurotypical (and I don't give it good odds) is my son. My husband and I have been bookworms since we were very small, we met in a library as middle schoolers. And both kids are very bright and love to acquire new information, although like me they have trouble finishing assignments. Since they're still comparatively young, they haven't yet acquired a lot of niche information if it doesn't relate to their special interests. So conversations often involve a lot of infodumping - from them, if it IS a special interest, or to them, if they're curious.
When I say our discussions can go anywhere, I mean it. A couple days ago we went out for dinner, and our discussions in the car, at the restaurant, and heading home involved some fairly random subjects.
Summaries of five of our topics under the cut, if I've correctly guessed the workings of this button I found. I've never figured out how to make a long post look shorter before!
(1) Why it is PERFECTLY OKAY to pronounce GIF with either a hard or soft "G" sound, even though it abbreviates a word with a hard "G" sound. My daughter's initial reasoning was fairly sound, but unnecessarily prescriptive; we pointed out that English does not require that abbreviations follow the pronunciations of their source words, for example "Laser" is generally pronounced "lay-zer" not "lah-seer," and therefore you shouldn't yell at people that they are wrong just because they use a different pronunciation than you, which would be rude even if they were wrong.
(2) The International Phonetic Alphabet, what a schwa (ə) is and how it sounds (which is kind of like "uh"), how any vowel can make this sound in English (balloon, camel, pencil, carrot, bug), a quick bit of research to discover that this can include "Y" when it's used as a vowel (vinyl), the fact that schwa is the most common sound in the English language, and then that "E" is the most common letter in the English language, which led to both kids counting how many "E"s are in each of our full names, how many vowels, and how many total letters.
(3) How backwards aging would work - this one in itself deserves a whole post, I wrote it up yesterday but it vanished into the void. I'll rewrite it maybe tomorrow.
(4) Who was in town when the kids were born and a VERY brief discussion of the events of both days - not the how-it-works bit, but "waking your dad up at 4am" and "calling the babysitter to watch Daughter when Son was coming" and "Grandma was scheduled to arrive the next day to help, you couldn't have stayed put another 36 hours, you little Early Bird?" kinds of things. The kids were vastly amused by the fact they both started the proceedings at 4am but that my son took twelve hours less to be born than my daughter, which I summarized as "my body got better at it the second time." We were mostly focused on the fact that babies are rarely born on their actual due dates, because that's just an estimate by the doctor; if someone were to somehow show an unborn baby a calendar and say "See here, you're expected to put in an appearance on April 23rd," (why does this person have a posh British accent in my head?) the baby wouldn't know or care what April was. So out-of-town family can't exactly pre-schedule a visit for the day after the birth (especially if the visiting family would need to fly). This came up because we were discussing when their uncle gave my son the nickname that said uncle still uses; it wasn't "when he first saw you," because Uncle wasn't in town that week, it was "when he heard what we named you, the day after you were born."
(5) Why English-speakers call cow meat "beef" but chicken meat "chicken;" the answer involves the Norman conquest, loan words, and classism.
If you're curious about topics 1, 2, or 5, let me know. 3 will be expanded on soon.
Sometimes I feel like I have anger issues. I don’t know if this derives from my father, or if it’s a learned trait
from again,
my father.
I was raised being yelled at. I didn’t handle it well. And my mother always said not to let it get to me. But it takes two to tangle. You cannot dismiss the one who is causing the reaction. And I think in some cases it is best to let go, but when you’re raised with such a pattern of verbal, I don’t want to say abuse, but quite literally a short tempered fuse. And anything would set it off. Me spilling my oatmeal, not having the dishes done before he got home, not doing chores. Sometimes just because he had a bad day at work.
The thing is, I know my father regrets the way he spoke to us. He adapted the behavior from his father. And him from his father. My grandpa would yell so much more. Over nothing. I’d see him yell at my grandma over nothing, and scatter to apologizing and saying how pretty she was and buying her things. Which is essentially what my dad did. Buy things as an apology when there was nothing to blow up over to begin with.
I just get so angry sometimes. I don’t know if it’s nature vs nurture or if it’s a combo. I’ve never talked to a therapist about this. Maybe once but he probably dismissed it as a ‘preteen not wanting to be told what to do’ thing.
I just let my anger and hurt ruin whole days sometimes. Sometimes it falls into the next day. I don’t like moping, and hearing you say you don’t mope almost made me feel like I should feel bad about moping when I do.
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I just don’t feel like the situation was read right yesterday at all. I drove 3.5 hours to come home to you, and I know quarantine has made us stir crazy, but when you’re down, I stick with you. When I’m down, you usually stick with me. But last night fucking sucked. Because after I got home, and ate and napped, I came upstairs expecting my space/studio/private area would be open but you and T put a big ass mattress in the area to air out and I wasn’t aware of this. I drove all the way home from my family because I thought I was going to have that space to do art. The one thing keeping me sane.
I went downstairs to process it since I was thrown off. I felt violated as silly as it sounds, but that’s MY SPACE. My hideaway. It makes you feel like you can’t have a place to calm down. So I’m siting downstairs and I respond to a message from a friend that I don’t want to play tennis because I don’t feel well and I’m just upset about the whole thing still. Shortly after you come into the room and ask if I want to play tennis because my friend’s bf asked you.
Instead of asking what I want to do, you say, do you mind if you go anyways. And I get it, you’re bored and all but you clearly did not read how I was feeling. I was down ever since I left my family. I could’ve stayed longer if I had known you were just going to leave. Also, when I initially came upstairs to discover my room had been violated, you asked if I wanted to hang, and I did but I saw you were doing work stuff on your computer. So I said I don’t want to interrupt your work. I never said I didn’t want to hangout. And that’s what you took it as.
So I got angry when you asked if you could just go because you’ve never just up and left to hang with a group of people I introduced you to. I would’ve probably gone but it felt like you just picked friends over me and it fucking stung. I cried for nearly 2 hours.
It sucked. and I wish everything had been read differently but I was so agitated about the room that I needed a moment and you immediately got up and went to hang with them and broke in the new rackets we had just gotten when you knew how excited I was to break them in too.
I just feel like, I was definitely wrong in how I said ‘fine’ to you hanging with them, but you always get defensive. Because you never yell, you can never be wrong. You get cold and distant when you don’t know how to respond to me.
I am visibly sad and you don’t know hoe to deal with it. I need to work on how upset I get but I was hurting way more yesterday than any day recently. So it sucked. And I’m still hurting today. I’ve let things go but I ache.
I feel like I’ve been depressed and I constantly weigh the pros and cons of getting back on antidepressants. It helped my social anxiety in the past and maybe I need that now because I like having a group of friends I finally feel like aren’t mainly your friends, and I don’t want that to be taken from me.
I’m so anxious all the time. Differently than how I’ve been in the past.
I can get through this but I just want to feel like you’re on my side. I know you are. But your actions hurt sometimes. And I know mine do too, because it’s probably like what my father did to me.
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I am so proud of this one.
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You halfway through Dinner w/ parents when she says "Daddy can you pass the yams"...
Out of instinct you reach for it the same time her pops do…sooo now her dad looking at you like..
