Here I am, a person with Real Actual PTSD who has been professionally diagnosed for 19 years and got that diagnosis re-confirmed by a different professional 3 years ago, telling you that:
Self-diagnosis is valid.
It doesn’t matter if it was “just” bullying or “just” emotional abuse or “only” mild physical abuse or “not that bad” of an accident or “not that dangerous” of a situation. All of those things can cause PTSD, even if it wasn’t as severe as what other people have gone through.
Your triggers are not stupid or exaggerated or made up.
Your triggers don’t have to cause a full-blown panic attack or flashback to be real.
Your flashbacks don’t have to be vivid visual hallucinations of a past event to be real.
You are not too young to have PTSD. Trauma doesn’t card you. Your age doesn’t make your experience invalid.
being friendly with a boy you aren’t romantically/physically attracted to and him developing feelings for you isn’t your fault, nor does it mean you were “leading him on”. you are under no obligation to date him.
if u were a gifted/talented child who grew into an anxious adult w fragile self worth and a perfectionist streak that makes u abandon things if ur not good at them immediately clap ur hands
now feels like a good time to bring up that both the pokémon and ghostbusters franchises literally would not exist without autistic people. just a fun fact that i really wish was more well-known.
today my teacher said “we’re gonna do a new poem form today called a sonnet” and i said “sonnet the hedgehog” way louder than i intended to and everyone stared at me and that was a low point
I know this such an irrational thing to get mad over but when my headphones get caught on something and yanked out I legit have to take three seconds to freeze and contain my anger
Playing Pokemon Go on my college campus is an absolutely surreal experience. Hundreds (I’m not exaggerating) of grown ass adults, walking around at 1am with their phones out, all completely confident in the knowledge that they are participating in a group activity. The corroboration is effortless. A dozen Pokestops with activated lures lit up the area with a drizzle of flower petals. Shouts of “I got it!” and “Yeah team ____!” filled the air. A group of people passing by you in the opposite direction would excitedly tell you where all the coolest Pokémon were. “There’s a growlithe up by Parker Hall!” A couple would race by to try and catch a scyther before their phones died. It’s just so pure and innocent and magical.
But perhaps the best part of all is when my mother called me, from many states away, to tell me about how my autistic sister voluntarily left the house to walk around and catch Pokémon.
i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful
Grapes contain a a special molecule Anthocyanin that prevents freezing, so you’d keep ending up with grape milk. Many ice cream companies and manufacturers have made bold attempts at grape ice cream, hardly any of them successful.
But then, finally, those geniuses at Ben and Jerry’s did it. So why don’t we have grape ice cream?
Here’s the thing: Ben confessed in a People Magazine interview in 1984 that he had a huge crush on Becky and promised to create the flavor just for her. Knowing the history of grape ice cream, she coyly requested it, thinking it to be impossible. Ben began to include the grape skin and juice to better see the differences between batches. While he didn’t understand the science behind this at the time, he found that including the skins increased the levels of anthocyanin enough to make the ice cream freeze. “Becky was impressed,” he remarked, “We were at her house, alone. I gave her the scoop – on a cone. I was really getting somewhere. She was laughing and happy. She couldn’t believe I did it. I’ll never forget what happened next.”
“Becky jokingly gave her dog a lick from the cone. He liked it and took a couple of licks. Then he just gasped and dropped dead. He flipped down onto the floor and was just gone. I had no idea grapes are toxic to dogs. Specifically to the anthocyanin. Becky was devasted. I had invented a deadly dog poison, and I definitely wasn’t getting anywhere with her now.”
Yeah.
tldr; The reason we don’t have grape ice cream is because Ben from Ben and Jerry’s killed Jerry’s hot sister’s dog with it.
We have the character Greg, who works his ass off at a crappy job to provide for his kid. He lives in a van. He has nothing. But he always makes sure Steven has everything he needs. He never begrudges the fact that he had to give up on his dreams to stay in Beach City. He’s never resentful about his lot in life. He’s just a fantastic guy in general.
So an episode comes up where he, after years of being very poor, ends up with a lot of money. A TON of money.
Everything in cartoon history tells me that he’s supposed to go nuts spending all the money or he’ll be scammed or tricked or some crazy event will happen that costs a ton of money, or it will turn out it was all fake, and just somehow, by the end of the episode, he ends up back to being dirt poor and learns some cheap message about humility and money not buying happiness. I spent the whole episode “Mr.Greg” waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under him.
But it wasn’t.
He spends money somewhat frivolously, but it’s all to have a good time with his son, which he does, and he still has the vast majority of the money left at the end. It probably only cost a few thousand out of his 10 million at most.
He doesn’t become obsessed with being wealthy. It doesn’t change him at all. He stays in his van instead of buying a big fancy house because it’s where he feels comfortable. He keeps working the car wash because it’s something to do. When he buys a tablet, he decides it isn’t for him and lets Steven give it to someone who would like it more. He buys a car he always wanted, but he buys it used. It’s not showy or extravagant, it’s just a car that he’d always wanted and can now have.
The only difference now is that, when something happens like someone stiffing him at the car wash, or the gems destroying another diner booth, Greg doesn’t have to worry about it. He can just live his life comfortably and without stressing about money.
It also makes me happy that Greg earned the money through his music. It’s not the way he’d originally envisioned it, perhaps, but he is now an incredibly successful musician.
There was no lesson about not “selling out”. There was no moral about how money won’t fix your problems. There was no joke about a poor man being totally clueless about money or overwhelmed with greed.
It’s just a great, humble, hard-working guy who becomes monetarily successful and remains a great, humble, hard-working guy who just now doesn’t have to worry about money and can afford to treat himself right after years of neglecting himself to make sure that his son was always provided for.
I don’t know, maybe they will still pull it all out from under him yet. Maybe it will still all go away and he’ll be back to being dirt poor. But for now, I’m loving the direction they’ve been taking with this story line. I’m so sick of seeing shows be so afraid to change anything about the status quo of the show that they have to undo all progress anyone makes by the end of every episode. It’s refreshing to see a show where things change.
They got in trouble for illegally not paying royalty money to Tokyo TV for Yu-Gi-Oh, and their legal troubles kept compounding until they went bankrupt.
I’ve been afk because my girlfriend has her two sisters spending the night tonight– the younger one is a bit energetic, but all in all it’s been alright. I’m happy to get to know her sisters a little more; it’s important to me that I care about the people she cares about.
if we’re friends or at least just friendly and you ever use the wrong pronouns, its fine, because i know you wouldnt purposely misgender me or anything like that BUT if you spend like five minutes apologizing, saying stuff like “OH my GOD i am such a TERRIBLE PERSON you should HIT ME in the FACE, im SO SORRY,” you arent apologizing, youre just making it all about yourself so you dont look bad and imo thats worse than the accidental misgendering tbh
mental illness is weird because even if the toughest shit has been going on i didn’t shed a tear and then literally got a mental breakdown because i couldn’t find my watch the other day
