Deoxyribo-nucleic - Vast Space

You know we live in a rape culture when there are people in prison for weed possession and petty theft, yet wealthy white rapists are roaming the streets.

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(an ace safe space)

Man human imprinting is crazy. My friend’s roomba zoomed by me and I got this intense urge to reach down and pat it. Like it’s just a machine? But it’s a good boy? It spends all day cleaning and sleeping and exploring the house and never complains and it’s just so good little robot? Pet robot?? Pet the robot????? Why am I like this???

Can you even imagine being the poor alien sod responsible for auditing an earthling spaceship’s spending allowance? Like: 

“I see, and why do you require many tubes of white plant flavoured paste?” 

“Oh well, if we don’t rub that on our teeth twice daily the bacteria living in my mouth will begin to devour me teeth.” 

“…Noted.” 

“I have also noticed several large shipments of specific medications, and a variety of individually packaged absorbent material - however injury records do not show sufficient numbers to justify these recurrent deliveries.” 

“Ah, yeah, it’s not really an injury per say. As part of our natural reproductive cycle approximately half the population will shed the lining of one of their internal organs and expel it.”

“…that is the most horrifying thing that I have ever heard.”

“Yeah.”

“Does such a process not hurt?”

“That’l be what the medication’s for. Pain killers for the cramps, birth control to stop the process.” 

“…and your reasoning behind the fully functional, high-tech entertainment system?” 

“Okay, that we could probably do without. But in our defence that was actually insisted on as a standard feature of all fleet-ships expected to encounter Terrans. Admiral Plo’Kaght insisted on it. Something about bored humans and a an illegal betting ring featuring a cleaning robot with a knife strapped to it going up against a human with a mop?” 

“…I believe I should speak with my superiors.” 

What the entire fucl

People who are welcome into ADHD spaces: ‘Oh hey I think I might have ADHD/ADD because I relate to a lot of stuff you do/think/feel but I haven’t gone to a therapist to get officially diagnosed because I am scared/ my parents would laugh it off/ i don’t have money/ I am embarrassed/ I don’t have time/ I am not ready to fully face it yet’

People who are NOT welcome into ADHD spaces: ‘HAHAHA we are all a little ADHD sometimes! / OMG I get bored too! / Yeah I am so lazy also! / Lol I am always late as well! / You are overreacting! / But you are so smart/ quiet/ good!

Things they don’t tell you about special ed kids: they’re probably being that “disruptive” or “reclusive” because the sped teachers literally abuse them and no one gives a fuck. (It’s literally legal for sped teachers to abuse their students because it’s considered part of the special ed therapy.)

When I was in middle school, I was in a special ed program called “Social Thinking”, which was supposedly for teaching social skills, but really what it taught was “You have to act like a normal (neurotypical) person and only ever do ‘expected behavior’, or everyone will hate you and think you’re annoying. You have to always keep up this facade no matter how exhausting it is. If you don’t do that and just be yourself, your friends would be happier without you.”

Some highlights from that special ed class:

The teacher told me, to my face, that all my teachers hated me and thought I was annoying and stupid, and that this was because I blurted out in class.

They literally went to my friends behind my back and told my friends to stop listening and walk away from me anytime I started “monologuing” aka rambling about the things I’m interested in. (My best friends decided not to do that, because they knew how awful the teachers were.)

 One of my best friends was also in that sped program, and one year she was in the same “class” for it as I was. I cried in that class a lot, but she cried even more than I did. She also had breakdowns (as did I) and was suicidal sometimes. I distinctly remember one time when she said “Just give me the scissors, I’ll do it right now!”. She was TWELVE at the time.

The teacher would frequently grab my chin and turn my head towards her, forcing me to make eye contact. She also told my parents to require me to make eye contact before allowing me to do fun things, and to force eye contact like that if I didn’t want to. (And, unfortunately, they did.) Even now, almost five years later, I still flinch when anyone comes close to touching my face.

I’m pretty sure I got some form of ptsd from all the horrible in that special ed therapy, but I can’t get it diagnosed because even the possibility of having to talk to any sort of therapist makes me have severe panic attacks. :^) lifes a bitch like that.

TLDR: special ed teachers were super abusive and no one gave a shit because it was supposedly part of the therapy. 

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