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That’s actually very heartening to hear. We have our first kid on the way and with being ADHD/somewhere on the spectrum I know it’s a high chance they’ll be saddled with something too.
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My elder brother’s main aide has covid. Mom told youngest sister (who lives with her) but told her not to tell the rest of us. Obviously youngest sister ignored that (FOR GOOD FUCKING REASON WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER MOTHER) and we know now.
Brother doesn’t seem to think this is a problem and I have a tiny terrible thought that he WANTS to get Covid. He has such diminished lung capacity that he is likely he works die from it.
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@junipersky said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
told her not to tell the rest of us. Obviously youngest sister ignored that (FOR GOOD FUCKING REASON WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER MOTHER) and we know now.
This is such a hard place to be as a sibling, I feel you. I don’t know exactly why a lot of parents do this aside from some misplaced desire to protect their children maybe, and wouldn’t hazard to speak for your mom, but with ours it certainly has felt more than a little bit infantalizing especially as we all move into our late twenties and thirties.
Really hope the aide can recover without spreading it and things work out.
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@junipersky said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
I have a tiny terrible thought that he WANTS to get Covid.
I am recovering from what was ultimately a mild case after ducking this gd virus for the past two years, and it’s so annoying. I’m not SICK. I’m just TIRED.
The random sweating and anosmia cleared up, but the continued and sudden onset of sheer exhaustion is so fucking frustrating. I would like to not need a nap just because I walked up one flight of stairs.
It feels like a dumb thing to whine about since people are still literally dying of Covid - which makes it even worse, since it makes me nothing more than an exhausted Whiny McPouterson whose first world problem is being sleepy, wahhh! - but I think a lot fewer people would be willing to lick doorknobs if they had to suffer the inconvenient symptoms rather than the life-threatening ones.
If you wanna know what Covid feels like to me, stay up for three days straight and then try to do long division.
faceplant
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It’s not even just the doorknob lickers getting it. I’ve got some friends who have gotten in 3 TIMES now. They both work fully remote jobs. They live in the exurbs. They could easily structure their life to avoid getting it. But instead they are taking flights to visit family on the other side of the country regularly, going out to eat at crowded restaurants and shit.
Their lives to live how they want but I just don’t get it. We don’t know the long-term effects of Long Covid but there’s plenty of evidence that it can have long term fog brain effects. Fuck if I’m gonna put my life quality and ability to work effectively in my career at risk to see Incubus play.
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Medical scares where the paramedics gaslight you and try to tell you that you’re just having an anxiety attack because they see you’re a woman that lives home alone, and have probably had a million calls over the evening of just that sort of scenario so they’ve already prejudged your situation, when you’re having a real medical emergency are fun, ya’ll.
Low potassium is not as fun. By a long shot. I’m ok though and that’s what counts.
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I am trying to get over it, but I’m honestly mad af.
My little sister and I work together.
Yesterday she gets the text we all hate from the principal saying “Can you come talk to me at x time” without any context, and even when she asks what about, zero response.
THIS SHOULD NOT BE OKAY BUT IS OVERSHADOWED BY THIS NEXT BIT.
Sister goes to meeting and principal starts out, “A parent teacher out with me about a concern.” Sister puts her hands on the desk, concerned, and that’s when principal pauses looking at her hands.
See, the day before one of our questioning middle schoolers drew a little rainbow on sister’s hand. Sister was proud this kiddo felt like they could be their authentic self and let her do it. A real human connection was made with this kiddo.
Principal goes, “That’s it?” Sister is confused and looks at hand. Principal goes on to say, “A parent complained that in dropoff (when the parents are bringing their kids to school. Sister stands and waves them forward or has them stop so kids can cross the crosswalk) you were sharing your political opinion and they found it inappropriate. I assume that,” the hand, “is what they were talking about?”
Sister looks at hand again and then explains about the middle schooler. Principal goes, “Cool, that’s all I needed then.”
Minute and a half meeting. Sister isn’t asked to remove the rainbow or do anything. Thanks for the time and she’s off.
But this fucking parent okay? WHERE DO THEY GET OFF that a 2x1 inch flag on the back of a person’s hand means they get to complain that the adult in question is “sharing their political beliefs”.
What they fuck are they going to do when maintenance finally gets around to replacing the placards in our middle school with ones that don’t reference gender at all? (Because that’s a thing that is IN THE WORKS.)
Part of me wants to know who the parent is so I can stare at them in WTF every time they drive by. The other part of me doesn’t want to know because it’s not their kid’s fault they have ignorant ass parents.
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@junipersky said in Real Life Struggles/Support/Vent:
But this fucking parent okay? WHERE DO THEY GET OFF that a 2x1 inch flag on the back of a person’s hand means they get to complain that the adult in question is “sharing their political beliefs”.
It’s taken me a while to learn that what people say is less important than what they are trying to do with their speech. This parent isn’t complaining that your sister was being inappropriate, not really. The parent is complaining that your sister is an apostate who must be forced to conform to the orthodoxy of the parent’s beliefs or else fired and sent off to the wastelands where the rest of the heretics shall languish and suffer, removed from the true light.
I share your anger at this parent. My throat is tightening and it’s an effort to keep my jaw unclenched.
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I am constantly reminded why I got out of teaching.
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I would be offended by any of my coworkers being treated like this, but the fact that its my younger-by-eight-years sister makes me want to tear someone’s eyes out.
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I don’t hate kids but I often hate parents.
Also, I hate everyone/anyone who dragged this sort of thing up to use it as fuel for perpetual culture war but that’s another, nastier rant.
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My cat passed suddenly last night with no warning. She was fine, and then she wasn’t, and even though we got her into the car as quickly as we could she didn’t make it to the vet.
We’ve had her for 13 years, and I really wasn’t ready to lose her. I thought we had a good few years left with her. My only consolation is that had it been 10 minutes later we’d have been out at the shops and she’d have been alone, but as it was we were able to tell her everything was gonna be okay.
I’m in fucking pieces. I keep listening for her and being careful where I put my feet and every time it catches me out just how much it hurts. I know that this too shall pass but right now it doesn’t feel like it.
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@Rathenhope I’m so sorry. It’s the worst.
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@Rathenhope I am so so sorry.
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@Rathenhope Understand this so much. We lost our ten year old girl last year (we had her for almost nine of those years, mind you) where she just started crashing hard over a period of two months and suffered heart failure.
It’s still like an empty void in our household.
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@Rathenhope You loved her very much, and she loved you. You were both very blessed to have each other in your lives.
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@Rathenhope I am really sorry for your loss.
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@Rathenhope I want to offer my condolences as well, having been in a similar situation more than once. I still miss Einstein, because he was an affectionate cuddlebug of a stinkpot (including the litterbox), but also a very intelligent cat. Watching him get sick was… depressing. When I got the news he had finally passed on, it was a sad day and even all these years later I still think on him and miss him being around. I don’t remember exactly how old he was, but I think he was at least 13 years old as well, so he lived quite a while.
You’re going to miss her; that’s understandable, and unavoidable, but the point of me saying so is to try not to fight that feeling. The pain of loss can only come from having love for the departed. Bolster the love and minimize the loss with the memories you have of her, and let yourself enjoy the fact that you got to have thirteen years of her company. Time will help with overcoming the loss, but it can never take away the love.
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Husband was in the hospital with COVID-related issues most of this week. He nearly died. I couldn’t be with him, so I took myself to the state fair.
I am proud that I refrained from punching a dude there with an “unvaccinated, unmuzzled, unafraid” shirt.
