The only exceptions are women who seek to hurt others; all abusers are weak, regardless of gender. Other than that, there is no universal criteria that qualifies you for/disqualifies you from being a strong and great woman.

The only exceptions are women who seek to hurt others; all abusers are weak, regardless of gender. Other than that, there is no universal criteria that qualifies you for/disqualifies you from being a strong and great woman.

If you left me to wither alone when you knew that I couldn’t save myself, then you don’t get to share in my happiness and fortune when I get better. My rewards would be reserved for those who helped me obtain them.

Too many people these days only want to be in your life when you’re doing fine. But the people who really love you are there the most when you’re at your worst.

And by the way, someone who is suffering from a genuine mental impairment is not “doing it to themselves”. Just as severe enough physical illness can rob you of control over your body, severe enough mental illness can rob you of control over your mind. And if you can’t control your mind, you can’t control your body anyway, obviously.

It is not just your job to “be there when they decide to get their lives together” and simply hope that they will succeed (assuming they aren’t too far gone to make that decision on their own). Hope without action is nothing more than self-indulgent. You should be proactive in their recovery. Your involvement might be their only chance. You might even be the one who convinces them to make that decision in the first place.

You might be the one who talks them out of/restrains them from suicide, introduces them to a resource they didn’t know about, offers them a new perspective that changes their mind for the better, makes them laugh hard enough to realize they can still feel joy, or just to show them that they are worth saving (and that’s all some people need, at least to start with), and assure them that they will not have to take that journey alone.

By the way, it doesn’t necessarily have to be your “job” to save/help someone. Just do it anyway because you can. Every day, people are pulled from the brink by loved ones–sometimes even strangers–who give them the tools and guidance that ultimately enables them to heal. So it’s not like it can’t be done; society has just adopted the terrible attitude that we shouldn’t.

I’m not saying you should run around chasing people who explicitly do not want to be saved, and possess the mental faculties to make that choice. But if someone you love is unable to control or reason with themselves, leaving them to suffer on their own can be a death sentence.

It’s not just about a “fetish”. Something like defecating together/in front of each other is one of the most basic manifestations of intimacy for us, like kissing, holding hands or eating together.

I don’t poop in front of anyone but my husband, if I have a choice. That alone makes it romantic by definition for me; only my romantic partner shares that experience with me.

Even on the very rare occasions when I don't like how it smells, it only makes the situation all the more intimate and intriguing.

So no, in response to this video: https://youtu.be/TV95hkzi-xc …

That is not “obvious”. That is some couples’ opinion. But I would rather be where they are than taking selfies in the blazing sun. I guess I just love different things, and that’s good, because “freaks” like my husband and I would have no one to be with if everyone were “normal”.

Video description says: “Fact: Sharing a bathroom with your loved one at home is not as romantic as sharing a bathroom on vacation.”