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This is my vent blog. If you’re a mutual who I gave permission to follow, then know that I just need people to respond sometimes. To anyone who finds this blog otherwise (somehow since I made it pretty hard to find) then you will be blocked.
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An exercise in performative numbness
So anyway my best friend is going through shit with her grandparents and they argue a lot and I want so fucking bad to help but it feels like such a big iceberg and I don’t know how
This is the only tiktok where the automated voice actually adds to the cinematic experience
freedom
This is absolutely what a cats internal monologue is like <3
It kills me to think that June will be a month of mourning. To know the entire month that this was the last month Technoblade ever lived through. And that he died on the last day.
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god i love DreamSMP
I went out with 3 of my friends today. I found a place that claimed to have wheelchair accessible walks, and we went off the path, and my wheelchair got stuck a thousand times.
We laughed so hard, and they pushed me (I can’t propel myself very far) and we took photos and we laughed more and we went through mud and fine sand and thistles, and then we ate croissants at a café and when we got back to the car we had ice cream and
I wish I could go back to my child self and show them this day. I wish I could say, One day you’ll be part of things and people will be glad to have you around, and they won’t complain about pushing you up a steep grade or through a bog, and they will want to hear your shitty jokes and when you gasp and say LOOK A BABY BUNNY they will stop to look and it will be exactly as magical as you’re imagining now.
You can find a place where you’re appreciated and loved and supported. You can. I believe it.
I went to a carnival with my friends the other day, and even though my shoulder was dislocated all of them were willing to push me wherever we went, and when they went on the rides I couldn’t go on, I sat and took pictures of them so we could all remember the day. I bought cheesy dinosaur shirts and we all found matching cow shirts. We went through the fair and found little Lego sets that we all loved, and when I got overwhelmed all of them were willing to find a quiet spot to sit and relax in. Even when I started having a tic attack, we left very quickly and got pizza.
I really needed this post to remind me that it’s easiest to feel like you’re a burden when people treat you like a burden. But I promise you’re not, you’ll find people who want you around.
I bought a house with my partner. I am allowed to paint the walls exactly the way I want them painted, in exactly the order I want them painted. I put up the painter’s tape myself and I pull it down (so satisfying). I decide if the walls need another coat or if a spot needs touching up, and I am not shamed or berated for my “pickiness”. In fact, my partner walks in and says “wow, it looks amazing in here. Great job, handsome.” He does not touch me when I am sweaty and sore, but waits until I have had my shower and come back to myself.
The food in our cupboards is food I will eat - or at least our cupboards contain nothing I hate and am expected to eat anyway. There is always something to snack on for when food is Bad and eating is Hard. There are no doors on the cupboards, the better to remember that food exists and can be accessed easily.
There are soft things everywhere. The lights are kept low and soon we will put up fairy lights for supplemental lighting. My sensory needs are met and respected, and I am safe.
My partner puts my walker in his car and drives me places - and does not object when I would rather be the one driving, relinquishes control as easily as breathing. He checks to make sure I am okay, that I am not pushing too hard; he believes me when I say I can or cannot do something. He slows down to keep pace when I am tired or in pain, and never, ever rushes me.
You will build a home some day, and it will be just as beautiful and safe as mine.
I now live in a place where there is no screaming or yelling. I no longer walk on eggshells by simply existing in my own home. There is no more pressure on me to sacrifice my limited energy to do more because there is no desperate need for me to escape.
The dishes are allowed to stay in the sink overnight and the world does not explode if the bathroom is not cleaned top-to-bottom weekly before Sunday evening. My roommate and partner believes me when I say I cannot do something, and I feel safe and comfortable to ask for help when I need it.
I am unlearning the involuntary hesitation of inviting people to my home, and learning that it’s okay to let people in even if their time in my life is only temporary.
I never would have been able to imagine this as a teenager, or even through college. It does get better. It’s worth hanging around for.
A strong start.
Reminds me of this I found a couple days ago
What hurts the most is how much I believed. Even though I doubted more fringe doctrine I wholeheartedly believed in the church for 20 years and when I left I had nothing.
Leaving Mormonism doesn’t just mean leaving your faith it means leaving your life. You have to start over and figure it out on your own.
Like yes I have friends to turn to but no one who understands why I wake up in a cold sweat on sundays or why hymns get stuck in my head or why I feel like I’m constantly being watched when I’m alone.
Literally I don’t know how to math on every level. It’s not that I just don’t understand it, it’s that every time I learn some important rule of How to Math I forget it. I don’t even know basic times tables. I can’t do long division or multiplication. I can’t multiply or divide fractions. I can’t do addition or subtraction.
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If you are a white kid with a positive relationship (as in they are not abusing you and generally like you as a kid and want you to like them) with a casually racist family member have you considered guilt tripping them? It's been a highly effective tactic with my grampa. When he used to pop off with shit I wouldn't give him a dissertation like my mom and uncle did bcus he'd just dig in his heels and argue. Instead, I found a well placed "wow :( no it's fine I just like idk. I didn't know you were like that :(((( " worked WONDERS. If you want to deradicalize people, don't focus on writing essays for random trolls online. Just make your racist family feel bad for being racist. You might even be able to sneak some idk facts and logic into them after you've been doing that consistently while hanging out.
I'm middle aged now and have reached a status in my family and among my inlaws that I can even just douse them with a look of shocked disgust and they receive the message that what they're saying is way out of line for their social strata.
It seems to be slowly making inroads with some of them, because they start thinking over the bullshit they're parroting, and considering what about it is so nasty.
Letting them intellectualize their bullshit doesn't work. It's too comfortable for them to continue to regurgitate talking points they heard on talk radio. You gotta activate their anxiety about rejection, and prepare to actually do some rejecting.
If you want them to realize the ideas they're spouting have real world consequences, then they need to see consequences can happen to them.
Bonus: my kid sees me reacting with overt disgust and learns that racism is disgusting and horrifying, rather than something to be calmly abstracted and divorced from reality.
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I’m reading butterfly reign and damn
Never before have I seen such a good portrayal of my trauma in media
Like I have so many memories of my older brother and my dad fighting, and it still happens all of the time. The last time it happened I was in between them, literally. I was in the middle of a room that my dad and oldest brother were fighting in. I don’t remember much of that day, but suffice it to say I don’t trust my brother as much, especially with knives.
I’m reading butterfly reign and damn
Never before have I seen such a good portrayal of my trauma in media
time to fight the 9pm thoughts
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I just don’t want to be nice anymore. And I was numb to anger for So long. And now I’m feeling every single thing and I just can’t do it anymore.
I’m tired of being nice I’m tired of being neat and happy and Bubbly and cutesy and dressed up all the time. I’m tired of caring so much and knowing that I have to care because if I don’t the consequences can always be worse. I’m tired of perfect posture and makeup and rehearsed lines and smiles practiced in the mirror to look genuine. I’m tired of collapsing randomly from the stress of trying to keep my family together. I’m tired of trying and trying and trying and being told that I’m not trying enough yet. That I shouldn’t be so tired all the time because I’m not even doing anything. I just want to be mean and rude and blunt and bad and I dont want to bend over backwards trying to apologize when I’m not sorry.
