Small Vent About Art Progression

I don’t think I’ve talked much about having a service dog on here, but maybe I should

Boom used to be my service dog, I got him the summer before my last year of high school bcuz I needed a nurse 24/7 to ensure I could eat/sleep/stay alive due to a recent very traumatizing event in my life and my mom came up with the service dog idea.

Getting him was hard. And expensive. No trainers were up to my standards. I, who could barely take care of myself, had to train my own dog. The problem is no matter how hard I worked, my own family or other trainers would ruin it all by messing up my commands, by letting my dog do things I had trained him not to do. It wasn’t training anymore, I ended up simply having breakdowns because everyone kept ruining my dog. People close to me thought they could be an exception to the rules I had taught my MEDICAL AID because surely my DOG would learn the difference between them and strangers.

Eventually I brought him to school. Printed papers explaining what a service dog was and how to behave around him and I plastered them all over the place.

People barked at him, petted him, tried to grab his attention.

His harness was hot pink, patches and signs on it that very clearly said “DO NOT TOUCH” and shit like that.

Someone defaced one of the papers.

Going to school was already hard, I could barely leave the house, my mom had to accompany me to the school doors every morning and then a social worker at school would greet me there and take care of me throughout the day.

I had my own locker at a floor mostly unoccupied so I wouldn’t see other people much and my dog wouldn’t be too distracted.

But it was still to much and I ended up dropping out four months before graduation.

I couldn’t leave the house. I had Boom but he wasn’t perfect yet. People kept ruining him.

But eventually I managed to leave the house. Go to a shopping mall from time to time with him to just walk and have fun.

Too many times people came up to me to tell me the gear I used was hurting my dog. Too many times people came up to me to tell me that their own dog died. Too many people came up to him and pet him without even acknowledging my presence. Too many people telling me they wished they could bring their pets anywhere. Too many people disrespecting me and my service dog.

I stopped going out. I stopped being with my dog.

All this stress and trauma drove a wedge between my dog and I. I consider him my mother’s dog now.

I had to learn to handle myself alone when I went out. It took me years to learn to go out by myself. Only last year I started doing that.

My dog doesn’t live in my room with me anymore.

Having a service dog did still save my life. But those around me ruined that. They made it about themselves. They prioritized my dog over me. My dog that LOVES working. If you tell him “do you want to go to work” chances are he’ll get so excited he will attempt to do a backflip.

We used to have a deep bond. That bond is now broken. People took that from us.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is:

Let people and their service dogs alone.

You are not an exception.

You are not special.

You are disrupting the dog’s training and distracting it.

You are endangering a human life because you can’t resist petting the cute dog.

This isn’t about you. This is about a disabled person trying to simply live their lives.

You don’t know what you’re talking about, your advice is unsolicited and lacks understanding of what the life of a working dog is.

Just leave us alone.

i may be a married woman but look how cute he is...

if you think tumblr not adding a flash warning feature isnt a big deal because they already have tag filtering here is a list of all the tags i have to manually filter whenever i make a new account

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but no its my fault for making a big deal of it!

me who's extremely shy and not used to having mutuals. Like I wanna talk but at the same time I'm just an introverted mess.

Like I'd love to get to know them more, maybe make new friends. But I have no idea how to talk to people that much anymore. In person it's eh- and on platforms it's a struggle coming out of the shell.

Anx doodle! 🪩🕺

I saw a cool video a person made about anx and I am very grateful that there's still people who like him so much... But there were people in the comments of that video saying hateful stuff about me so let's be clear about something:

- If you don't like Anx there's absolutely nothing wrong and you have all the right to just ignore him and keep going with your life... Instead of spreading misinformation about me 🕺

- When I made anx I didn't expect any attention from it because it was just some drawing i made to cope with stress at that time, I didn't think much about it since I was just having fun and I'm sorry. I tried my best to fix him and even give him an story without previous preparation.

- Just because he's not representing anxiety exactly how you want him to represent it, doesn't mean it's wrong, everyone have different experiences and ways to cope their stress.

I'm really tired to having to explain myself about this characters this gotta be the last time 🫶

I completely agree with this, this is very fitting.

My dad and I once had a disagreement over him using the adage "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

I said, "That's just not true. Sometimes what doesn't kill you leaves you brittle and injured or traumatized."

He stopped and thought about that for a while. He came back later, and said, "It's like wood glue."

He pointed to my bookshelf, which he helped me salvage a while ago. He said, "Do you remember how I explained that, once we used the wood glue on them, the shelves would actually be stronger than they were before they broke?"

I did.

"But before we used the wood glue, those shelves were broken. They couldn't hold up shit. If you had put books on them, they would have collapsed. And that wood glue had to set awhile. If we put anything on them too early, they would have collapsed just the same as if we'd never fixed them at all. You've got to give these things time to set."

It sounded like a pretty good metaphor to me, but one thing I did pick up on was that whatever broke those shelves, that's not the thing that made them stronger. That just broke them. It was being fixed that made them stronger. It was the glue.

So my dad and I agreed, what doesn't kill you doesn't actually make you stronger, but healing does. And if you feel like healing hasn't made you stronger than you were before, you're probably not done healing. You've got to give these things time to set.

Forced to learn how tumblr works because quotev has officially killed itself ☹️ (please tell me terms and stuff i should know) (and explain it like youre talking to your mom about your favorite media)

Enjoy for those that didn't get to see it or experience it.

For those of you who weren’t able to get 100% of the total solar eclipse today… I gotchu <3

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

Oh, look who I found in my bed.

Features include:

Removable shoes and jacket! And pants... (nothing to see under though)

Jacket! With zipper (not working), fluff on the hood (not fluffy), pockets (unusable)

He has gloves

Stupid cute little empty eyesockets that stare into your soul when you wake up covered in sweat at 4 am

Goop leaking out of eyes (don't worry it doesn't stain anything)

Perfect size to be squeezed (demonstrated in picture above)

No, the red thing is not a button, don't press it

It is recommended not leaving him in the kitchen, or anywhere with easy access to sharp objects. For no particular reason of course.