My therapist encourages me to reparent myself, by which they mean that when I remember something fucked up from my childhood I should try and imagine what would have happened in a loving and supportive environment. Also, they also encourage me to give myself experiences I missed out on as a child. Yes, I sleep with a plushie and it's awesome.
I have no idea what RFK, Jr means. Sounds like brainwashing.
My biggest bit of advice to people buying their elderly parents tech: pick an OS and stick to it. I'm tired of nice old ladies coming in with an iPhone and an Android tablet, looking for help. They're fine with one or the other OS. Swapping confuses them.
I have Prime but I don't pay for it. Way back when in college, I got on my parents' plan as a student. I've graduated and moved a few times since then. Still don't pay.
It's like that time my old high school had a school shooting and some elected official was all like "no one could have predicted this" and I was like "my brother in Christ, I went to that high school. If no one predicted a mass shooter event then why the fuck weren't we allowed long coats or backpacks? Why the metal detectors? Was it all for shits and giggles?"
Anyways, elected officials lie and it's very upsetting to people that expect literal truth. Maybe it's comforting to some?
I'm disappointed that Librarian isn't on the list. We're super trustworthy!
Edit: some librarians might count as civil servants. I'm tbh not sure where that line is.
The main service my period tracker provides is a notification telling me "hey, it's PMS time. If you're emo it's ok, it's probably just hormones and not the real end of the world. You're also likely to hyperfixate on something. Pull out your knitting a fixate on that, instead of risking fixating on something someone said off-handedly a decade ago that now makes you cry".
(The message is user-configurable. Mine doesn't say that verbatum, but that's the gist.)
I didn't think I could go back to not having a backup camera, heated side mirrors, and that feature that detects when your wheels are slipping and makes adjustments so you still go the way your steering wheel indicates.
The other day I saw a mid-90s shitbox in the parking lot and it made me so hopeful for my 2008 car. Like, that's a sign my car has at least 10 more years in it.
Agreed. My condo complex doesn't allow flags or signs. We're allowed holiday-appropriate door wreaths and that's it. I'm wicked glad I don't have to know my neighbors' politics.
Partner and I once test drove a car that had "passed" a something something-point inspection at the dealer. As partner turns onto the highway he realizes it doesn't have a rear-view mirror. We were not impressed with that dealership. (Partner later said that when he got in he made sure the mirrors were adjusted, but his brain didn't clock that there wasn't a rear-view mirror until he had to use it. TBF, the missing mirror wasn't pointed the wrong way.)
Same dealership tried to badmouth my Prius in order to get it as a trade-in. Partner had introduced me as his roommate and driver, which made it even weirder.
I have a trans teenage cousin in Texas. We're not close, but I worry. All I can really do is let him and his mom know I exist in a "safe" state and hope they reach out if they decide to leave.
No worries. "No contact" is the only path to a peaceful existence with my mom. I've tried working with her and it doesn't take. Latest example of why I should just lose her number which happened just now: I missed a text from her then got one less than 24 hours later saying
"Sorry to bother you. I thought you might give a fuck but I see i was mistaken. I won't bother you again."
That's gross dude on a dating site behavior. Tbh, if it was important she could have called or emailed.
Anyways, I'm going to treat her like a gross date and lose her number. This isn't the first time she's threatened to go no-contact and I see no reason to protest.
I can't even get folks to use the right pronouns for me. I have no hope of getting my narcissistic mother to treat me as an adult. She won't even believe me about basic facts about, for example, about how my city's public transit works (facts listed on a very large poster she could read herself) if they contradict her first impressions.
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My therapist encourages me to reparent myself, by which they mean that when I remember something fucked up from my childhood I should try and imagine what would have happened in a loving and supportive environment. Also, they also encourage me to give myself experiences I missed out on as a child. Yes, I sleep with a plushie and it's awesome.
I have no idea what RFK, Jr means. Sounds like brainwashing.