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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • I split with my ex of 10 years (together while I was 18 thru 29ish) and took for granted what support I did have. I’m lucky to have had parents and adult siblings on my side.

    You’re doing a heavier lift than I had to. I’d have been in a bad place if I had no support. You were dealt a shitty hand. But the support is there, and you’re on the right track to healing by seeing your therapist. Future you will be able to look back and see this for the learning experience it is. Today my wife and I tease past-me about some red flags I ignored about my ex.

    I want to share Tragedy + Time by Rise Against with you. It may come across as intended for the bereaved, but its words do not gatekeep feelings based on the cause of them. (It says “she” once but don’t get hung up on the gender.) In fact, I am tearing up right now at the thought that you, feeling what you feel, might find some solace in it.




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    1 month ago

    I am reflecting on my own parenting. I see possible benefits of a leash.

    We’ve never used a leash. Instead I do a lot of yelling / stern vocalizations to keep kids away from areas they shouldn’t be. My approach is fraught with negative side effects because I often come off as angry, and my spouse and I work on checking me if it gets to be too much.

    A leash could be a good alternative, or just an additional option to incorporate. It’s food for thought.









  • 6th grade computer class. I grew up playing video games and liked medieval era stuff despite not knowing how to spell it, so I thought I’d try to type “midevil(dot)com” into the URL bar. At the time it was some kind of BDSM site with a black background, red font, and multiple cats-o-nine-tails slapping to and fro like animated gifs (were they gifs? idk). My blood ran cold and I closed the window. I wasn’t caught thanks to the teacher also not knowing that browser history was a thing.



  • 5th grade music (singing) class. We’re practicing a song for an upcoming assembly. It’s cheesy. An excerpt:

    We can fight all the evil, we can fight all the hate
    If we do it together, it won’t be too late
    If we do it together, it won’t be too late

    During the song, two adjacent kids start laughing every time it says “We can do it together” because “do it” = “have sex” even though most of us don’t know what it entails at this age, myself included. The teacher glares at them but does nothing else. Several other kids including me chuckle at the scene. This goes on for 3 weeks.

    Now comes the dress rehearsal. Today is special because two 5th grade classes are having a joint rehearsal. All of us are a little giddy because there are double the kids crammed into the same space.

    In anticipation of getting caught up in the infectious laughter, as the words “do it” approach I hide my face behind my sheet music. Suddenly, the backing CD track cuts out. I lowered the paper from my face she was already halfway to the clown kid sitting beside me. Except… she comes to me. In this abrupt silence she explodes at me, point blank, index finger brandished:

    “YOU NEED TO GROW UP! IT IS NOT ABOUT HAVING SEX!”

    She singled me out. I was embarrassed.

    Only after class did I learn from my homeroom teacher that the two instigators had recently been given a very stern talking to, such that the music teacher thought it was resolved until my hiding face gave her the impression it was not. Thankfully my homeroom teacher understood and I received no further consequences other than all of this living in my head for the next 30 years and forever.