these are all the same sort of animal. do you understand.
these are all small skittish creatures that love to bite and are found in drawers of garages and classrooms. they’re all related and in the same small biter family. weird little kids who play with them while they’re distracted and have empathy for them can tame them and become these beasts companions
I saw a post the here other day that asked how to “get rid of heating pad marks.”
Folks. If you have “heating pad marks” those are burns. And they can become much, much worse if you continue to use a heating pad on the same area of your body.
I know most folks with chronic pain scoff when we read the warnings on a heating pad. “Don’t lie on this pad.” Yeah. Sure. Lying on it is exactly the main thing you’ll be doing.
But please. Please always have a layer of protective fabric between the pad and your skin. Never, ever use a pad directly on your bare skin.
Never fall asleep on a heating pad. I know it’s easy to do, but you’re much more at risk for getting a bad burn when you’re asleep.
And never combine use of a heating pad with a topical analgesic (like Icy Hot, A535, Tiger Balm, Voltaren, Lakota creams or roll ons, essential oils or any other topical pain reliever) the oils and plant compounds in these products will accelerate burns. Do not apply anything to your skin and then use a heating pad.
And if you burn your skin, take a break from using the heating pad. I know that’s hard because many of us rely so heavily on them for pain management.
But you can permanently damage your skin by repeatedly burning it and dramatically increase your risk of cancer by doing so.
Be careful.
Please reblog this for the chronically ill folks in your life/ who follow you who use a heating pad
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One thing I urge adults to unlearn is the stigma surrounding forgetfulness.
Perfect memory retention is rare. A faulty memory can be the result a host of mental illnesses, from ADHD to PTSD. It’s not a sign that someone wasn’t listening. I have a friend that has a four year gap in her memory due to trauma. I have another with poor short term memory retention because that’s one of their autism symptoms.
Your brain can also trick you into misremembering things. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve remembered putting my keys somewhere and unearthed them in a completely different place. I have to remind myself what my birth date is because I said it wrong once and now the wrong date is in my memory forever. I have to come up with mnemonics for birthdays, anniversaries, and events because my brain doesn’t do numbers for some reason.
I see people bicker about forgetting a person’s favorite food or what their mothers favorite color. I think it’s important to forgive people who forget easily.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote: “When I was 15, I spent a month working on an archeological dig. I was talking to one of the archeologists one day during our lunch break and he asked those kinds of “getting to know you” questions you ask young people: Do you play sports? What’s your favorite subject? And I told him, no I don’t play any sports. I do theater, I’m in choir, I play the violin and piano, I used to take art classes.
And he went WOW. That’s amazing! And I said, “Oh no, but I’m not any good at ANY of them.”
And he said something then that I will never forget and which absolutely blew my mind because no one had ever said anything like it to me before: “I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them. I think you’ve got all these wonderful experiences with different skills, and that all teaches you things and makes you an interesting person, no matter how well you do them.”
And that honestly changed my life. Because I went from a failure, someone who hadn’t been talented enough at anything to excel, to someone who did things because I enjoyed them. I had been raised in such an achievement-oriented environment, so inundated with the myth of Talent, that I thought it was only worth doing things if you could “Win” at them.”
“I don’t think being good at things is the point of doing them.”
I need this quote framed in every room of my house, thanks.
“Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they’re 15” this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit
To wit:
I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.
In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:
“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.
“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”
Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.
Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕
you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.
There is a reason there’s stigma against personality disorders, and it’s not ableism.
It’s because we hurt ourselves and others with our actions. We learned how to behave from our parents, who clearly didn’t know how to behave either.
The behaviors we have that are considered abusive are things we NEED to work on, we cannot just sit around and expect everyone to tolerate them. We didn’t act this way before we were hurt, and we can get back to that point utilizing behavioral therapy.
People don’t share their experiences just for the hell of it, they do it to find community, to find answers. Yes, it might hurt seeing people talking poorly about something you’re diagnosed with and the effects it has on others. But the answer isn’t to lash out at them! That’s exactly why we have the stigma we do!
The answer to us dissolving the stigma against personality disorders is to recognize which behaviors are damaging, and to do our best to minimize the effects they have on others. Until we can minimize the effects our behaviors have, we will continue to perpetuate the cycles we were raised to accept as normal.
STOP RECORDING QUEER PEOPLE WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT AND POSTING IT ONLINE YOU ARE PUTTING US IN DANGER‼️‼️‼️
AT SOCIAL GATHERINGS AT PRIDE IN THE STREET DOESN’T MATTER ASK THEIR PERMISSION‼️‼️‼️‼️
EXISTING IN PUBLIC NO MATTER HOW “WEIRD”≠ CONSENT TO BE IN A WANNABE INFLUENCER’S VIDEO FOR ALL TO SEE
STOP RECORDING PEOPLE IN GENERAL ‼️ ITS FUCKING CREEPY AND YOU COULD BE ACTIVELY PUTTING THEM IN DANGER ‼️‼️ YOU DON’T KNOW WHO’S HIDING FROM SOMETHING OR JUST LEFT A BAD SITUATION ‼️‼️ ALSO EVEN IF THEY WERENT YOU STILL SHOULDN’T RECORD THEM WITHOUT PERMISSION AND OPEN THEM TO RIDICULE AND HAVING TO DEAL WITH A VIDEO THEY DONT WANT ONLINE ‼️‼️‼️ HAVE SOME BASIC FUCKING DECENCY ‼️‼️‼️
My friend’s kid gave me pinkeye and I have been on a particularly fuckt up sleep schedule about it and dreamed an entire Italian Opera on the themes of heaven and hell and the power of love and recognition of the self in other and the tragedy of loving the idea of something rather than the thing itself and the dream ended with the phrase “-And then it was banned EVERYWHERE.”
The plot starts off with a hybrid of Cinderella and the Taming Of The Shrew where a woman with her own daughter marries a Duke who has an older daughter, and then the Duke dies under “Mysterious circumstances”.
But he leaves in his will that his fortune won’t be disbursed until his daughter (the elder one) marries.
The elder daughter (like, 20ish?) is refusing to get married because her step-mother is trying to set her step-sister (age 12) with IDK A Medieval Italian supreme court judge?? (Age 65) , but the marriage can’t go through until the Duke’s fortune disburses and the mother can pay the dowry.
Other thing about the Eldest Daughter: She Always Speaks The Truth. Not only does she refuse to lie, but kind of like a retroactive Cassandra, everything she says is True. As you can imagine, this is not terribly popular In Fantasy Medieval Italian High Society.
The mother, big mad about being stuck with this stubborn, awkward girl, gets a Lawyer and a Bishop and a bunch of other authority figures to modify the will so that “Should the plague take my eldest, we will not be bereft *wink*” AKA if the eldest just dies or disappears without getting married, the mother will get the money anyway. (They all know she’s going to kill the girl, but they’re getting a cut.) The Step-Mother then, in true operatic fashion of Going Way Too Hard tortures the Elder daughter, and locks her in the basement to bleed out and die.
There, in the darkness, abandoned by God and the Law and Family etc. the daughter turns to the last thing she has left.
BLACK MAGIC
(Come on, it’s Opera. Everybody knows Black Magic)
