In middle school our new science textbooks were recalled the first week of school. The textbooks discussed (horrors!) the big bang theory without also talking about the theistic theory. The books were returned with those pages rubber cemented together. The teachers were upset (upset enough that middle-school me noticed), but it was by order of the superintendent.
My parents got me a copy of A Brief History of Time in response. Also, rubber cement is fairly easy to pry apart.
I think you're saying that we/I in the USA still see/have the trappings of normalcy: ads for BB&B, our Amazon packages are still delivered, we still have our treats.
Y'all outside of the USA don't care about our treats. Y'all's news is showing all the human rights erosions and ignoring that I got new prescription glasses by mail just 2 business days after ordering them (what a successful and stable country this must be/s!).
(sidenote, maybe prescription glasses aren't treats, but I'm very excited because my prescription has changed and maybe I will stop with these eye strain headaches)
My partner almost always has a shawl tied around his waist, like a sash or belt. For him it's a comfort object that can convert to shield him from the sun or cold. For me it's a warm thing I can borrow that smells like him.
Anyways, he's genderqueer sometimes, if that helps. And no one's ever given him guff about his shawls that I know of. (Edit: I guess he might be called genderfluid, but he's not very into labels, but wouldn't mind me labeling him to strangers he'll never meet)
I don't blame you for wanting to move. My partner and I are straight-passing, cis-passing, white folk in a blue state. We're thinking of leaving the country. (Well, I am. My partner's kind of like yours--not convinced we're in danger.)
You're much more visibly "other" than we are. One thought I've seen floated around is that options are good. If you can claim an international citizenship/passport (through, I dunno, Irish parents or something) it's worth doing.
The thing that convinced me my ADHD diagnosis was correct was taking my prescription stimulant and then taking a nap. See also coffee: I've found no correlation between my last cup of the day and when I get to sleep. I'm also incapable of drinking enough coffee to make me jittery, not even when my office had an all-you-can-drink Keurig stand.
Oh, no worries. I compensate with a B12 supplement. I just need the supplement because my diet doesn't otherwise contain enough B12. I'm low-meat because I want to reduce my environmental impact, cows are cute, pork violently disagrees with me, and I don't like chicken.
I installed one of these in a hallway. It was nice to know exactly where the light switch was, since it was not near a doorway or other nighttime landmark. I'd hate it in my bedroom.
I could see calling panic attacks a "mental health crisis".
I had them years ago. I would feel one coming on during my drive home and so I would pull off into a parking lot, park the car, lay the driver's seat all the way back, and blast the air conditioner while focusing on my breathing until I felt safe to drive again.
And like when I had to move offices to make room for a temporarily displaced group that's still there 2 years later. They were supposed to be gone by summer.
Military service is one of the ways out of poverty we dangle at young people. I can't blame an 18-year-old for wanting in on the GI bill. Student loans suck.
My local Lowes turned me off by having their music blaring way, way too loud for some event. Like, needed earplugs on that half of the store loud.
Now Home Depot has turned me off by not having any human-run checkout counters anymore, and all the self checkouts have incredibly distracting "we're recording you" screens. Plus, you know, the politics.
The Ace hardware is still awesome and has a store dog (no outside dogs allowed). Store dog is a friendly, happy lab.
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In middle school our new science textbooks were recalled the first week of school. The textbooks discussed (horrors!) the big bang theory without also talking about the theistic theory. The books were returned with those pages rubber cemented together. The teachers were upset (upset enough that middle-school me noticed), but it was by order of the superintendent.
My parents got me a copy of A Brief History of Time in response. Also, rubber cement is fairly easy to pry apart.