Where diurnals have to keep the noise level down during the day so nocturnals can get some friggin sleep.
Where the housed have a sunset curfew to keep the houseless safe.
Where various public servants are treated "like servants."
Where it's widely considered weird and gross to force someone to eat in a bathroom - including infants.
Where being attracted to someone regardless of their genitals is the default you see depicted, and not liking someone because of their genitalia is something you're fine with, you just don't want it influencing the children.
Where the common myth is that gay or het exists only as a phase before they grow out of liking one gender.
Where Duck Dynasty was cancelled after one season, and Firefly was renewed for ten.
Where the phrase "but they're your family" emphasizes how fucked up something is, not how much more "forgivable."
I was experiencing heavy ideation, worried I may actually try to go through with it again. I decided to call before it was too late. I thought of my potential suicide in the most logical ways possible, giving myself true pros and cons, considering grey areas, realistic impact, etc. The person on the other line was clearly struggling. Eventually he admitted that they were trained for people who were in paroxysms, simply panicking about their situation, and he had no idea what to do with someone who thoroughly thought it out in a rational manner. He couldn't help me. After a while of speaking to me, he assumed from my relative calm and way of speaking that I wasn't in danger. He said "it sounds like you're going to be okay. I need to talk to other people calling." I felt even more alone and uncared for after calling. If not even the people whose job it is to care (volunteer or otherwise) seem to care about me, I felt it must truly be hopeless, that there was no reason to be around. Sharing hotline numbers is great. I'm sure the service has helped many people. I wanted to share my experience to potentially help people like me, who don't sob and cite purely emotional motivations (a different experience which is also terrible) so they know what they may be walking into at such a vulnerable moment.
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I've seen a lot of things going around about how people should go to prison for claiming rape and then saying it didn't happen. Reminder that victims are often coerced into "taking it back." In the many cases in which the victim knew their rapist, they are often guilted into saying it didn't really happen. Even without such overt pressure, victims will sometimes say it didn't happen simply because of how much they wish it didn't really happen, and how much they wish they didn't have to deal with the fallout. The psychological trauma that can follow denying your own sexual assault is tremendous. Don't make it worse for closeted victims by calling for prison sentencing.
"I am not going to go pee. I just peed like five minutes ago, I refuse to let my bladder win." "That's not how it works..." "I. Refuse."
Racist piece of human-shaped dog shit: “Our concentration camps weren’t like the Nazi concentration camps though.” Me: “Murica! Our concentration camps are the best concentration camps! USA!USA!USA!”
One of my favorite things about a history of abuse is that the most confusing and even suspicious thing a person can do is act with tenderness toward me.
The sweet, unrivaled joy of finally finding a toilet when you have to take a monumental piss <3