Infested With Wrackspurts

As much as it sucks, at the end of the day her decision is hers. As long as they aren’t hurting anyone else, people are allowed to make their own choices, even if those choices are irresponsible or dumb or even dangerous - and yes, even if they don’t make sense to you. 

I agree with this as she should go, but it is her body. 

But I would like to add something that may help. Maybe. Feel free to ignore it!

I don’t know how her fear of needles manifests itself, but I will tell you what works for me (had blood taken for the third time last week, and I use this for flu shots).

Tell her that she can ask to lie down. They will let you. The nurses who do it are always quite understanding–haven’t met one for any kind of needle that aren’t. Now, for me I tend to go white and feel dizzy and whatnot. But it helps if I am lying down and don’t look. Also, I advise bringing a sugary drink or even just water for after. And, if you can, stay lying down for a short while and get up slowly.

Of course! I would never presume to say that ALL relationships of that type are bad. One of my oldest friends met a guy in his 20′s when we were in high school. I was really concerned about it for a while and so was her family, but he turned out to be absolutely fine. They’ve been together for what feels like ever now, and they’re the healthiest most boringly sweet and domestic couple I know! Kind of waiting on the wedding announcements tbh 

Because I think I mentioned this the first time I chimed in, age differences are less of an issue when you’re grown adult and what not. However, large differences like 8 or 11 years are...still weird to me.

And I really don’t want to be the adult pooping on a 15 year old’s dreams but:

1.) Mature at 15 is not the same as being an adult. My younger sister is a mature 15. She is in no way an adult.2.) Immature 18 year olds are NOT something to aspire to, good lord.

But yeah, “adults who want to date children are sad,creepy adults”.

And I really don’t want to be the adult pooping on a 15 year old’s dreams but:

1.) Mature at 15 is not the same as being an adult. My younger sister is a mature 15. She is in no way an adult.2.) Immature 18 year olds are NOT something to aspire to, good lord.

But yeah, “adults who want to date children are sad,creepy adults”.

Foreword: I’m not here to evaluate everyone’s relationship on a case by case basis. Let’s just say that, generally speaking, yes, I am opposed to 15 year olds dating people who are older than them, and even 17 is sort of pushing it for me. 

(I’m also 100% no questions asked opposed to 15 year olds having sex and ESPECIALLY to parents who are okay with their 15 year olds having sex, but I digress.)

About your bf turning 18: the police aren’t going to bust down his door and arrest him at midnight, if that’s what you’re thinking. Generally speaking in cases like this The Law doesn’t get involved unless someone decides that they want to press charges for whatever reason or otherwise involves the authorities. In that case, yes, your 18 year old boyfriend could potentially be legally classified as a sex offender for the rest of his life. 

When I was 14, I was dating someone about two years older (16), thought it was probably closer to 2 1/2 years. Anyways, I think the difference in maturity and experience at a stage like that isn’t good. I mean, I like to believe that I was mature for my age at that time, but I will be one of the first to say that I was also naive. When that relationship...blew up...I hate thinking about it because I know that sometimes it comes back to haunt me on a bad day. In essence, he went away for the summer to work, only coming back occasionally I found out that he cheated (sex) a week after he left the first time.

Finding out something like that about 30 seconds after the relationship ended was quite damaging. I do think that, had he asked, I would have had sex with him even though looking back I know I wasn’t ready then. I am VERY glad I didn’t, because it’s been hard enough to deal with without that.

I’m not saying that he would do that (to the anon), but I think its a much higher risk with the difference.

Age differences in general don’t bother me when they are reasonable--my parents are 4 years apart--but at your stage (and mine when I was there), it isn’t great because you do still have a lot of maturing and changes to go through, even if you don’t realize it.

First he said, “Daddy, poop rain would not be funny. It would not be funny if it rained poop.” This statement made me laugh, and so he only became more serious. “NO! Dad! Poop rain would smell TERRIBLE. It’s not funny! Don’t laugh!” 

Then about two minutes later he was playing with some Legos and I heard him whispering to himself, “Mierda lluvia,” which I then googled because Henry speaks a lot more Spanish than I do, and it turns out that Henry was whispering “poop rain” in Spanish to his Legos.

I wrote this post in 2011, on the 10th anniversary of 9/11. It was lost to Wordpress, but I found it, copied it, and pasted it here. I have not re-read it, but whatever it says is what I remember. I wrote it only in the hopes of providing just one picture of what New York was like that day. (Note: I didn’t correct it at the time, and since I just copied and pasted, I have not made any corrections or changes. So if there are dings, there are dings.)

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I was in New York on 9/11, and I made a decision that day that I have kept for ten years. I decided never to write anything about it. The deluge was so complete. I had nothing to add. And I was getting very sick of the way it was being talked about—it really never stopped.