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I’m at a funeral with my mom right now (a cousin she grew up with) and I swear if my uncle or grandmother open their mouths again imma fight them both in the funeral home parking lot.
“I mean, if a woman goes to a man’s room, she’s asking for it…:
“Okay uncle Tom first off fuck that. ”
In related news my uncle and grandmother are now mad at me and mom bought me dinner “thank you honey I wanted to yell but you beat me to it.”
My sister and her boyfriend left early after grandma asked them if the were still “living immoraly”
IF it had been me I would have politely stood up and reminded them the occasion was to honor someone they loved, not become a selfish soapbox for their excuses to hate other people and feel superior.
We’ve tried that. It doesn’t help. She goes instantly to playing the ‘poor frail old lady and how DARE people say these AWFUL THINGS to a poor sweet old lady who is JUST CONCERNED for the well being of her grandchildren WHO NEVER CALL.’
Grandma’s been consistently awful for seventy years. There’s a reason we don’t speak to her any longer unless we’re forced into contact at family events like this.
Uncle Tom inherited all his mother’s worst qualities.
Most of the reason I went with mom was to serve as emotional support because she knew they were gonna be there.
I mean. The easiest way around something like that, especially if you can cry on command, is to summon up some big ol’ tears, and say in the saddest, most quivery voice, that you stopped calling because ‘you never listen, Granma. It’s always about you and your problems.’
This would work but I can’t cry on command.
Maybe I should work on that….
That’s the beauty of it-you don’t have to actually cry. Just look like you’re about to. This world is programmed to give many shits when pretty women are unhappy, and sometimes we have to leverage that
@glumshoe has volunteered to follow me around with an onion for emergencies. Will begin work on my sad-trembling lip face immediately.
Also sometimes just making thr about-to-cry face will work. Or just let yourself get mad enough to cry, if that’s a thing that you do
Problem here is that when I get that mad, I don’t cry. I start threatening to “Throw down right here, you piece of shit, I will beat your ass, I swear to the fucking gods.” Or reaming my uncle for “I don’t care if you’re both halfway through fucking, if she says ‘wait, stop,’ you fcuking stop you absolute skeevy-ass creep, this isn’t that hard to understand.”
Will experiment with the making-an-about-to-cry face.
In my experience, there are a few songs that will always make me tear up, so if I think I’m gonna need to cry, I start running through them mentally.
I aam sorry that your family contains bastards. Would you be interested in an exchange where we each mail each other’s terrible relatives a large chocolate dick, in which the box also says to eat a dick?
The “perks” disabled people receive are not perks to the disabled. They only seem like perks if you have full bodily function. They aren’t benefits at all, they are the minimum required effort to help disabled people and they barely cut it.
Special seating is to fit a wheel chair, our butts and legs are in the same amount of space as you. We’re also cramped and uncomfortable and in pain, don’t be telling us how you have it worse. Most of those seats aren’t even in good spots in the theater.
Special parking is so we can even access the store. The walk from the middle of the lot for you is the same as the walk/wheel from the front of the lot for us. Many of us can barely make it inside from the handicapped parking.
Boarding planes first is because it takes extra time to do everything, including get in and out of chairs. They do not want US to block YOU. This is for YOUR benefit.
This also applies to the special lines at roller coasters- They do not want US to block YOU, the majority, from having a good time. Odds are a disabled person can only ride a few rides before having to go home (as well as many rides bar people with health conditions), few to no disabled people are using this line. It is a SAFETY precaution as well, because a disabled person cannot handle the strain of waiting in line in the heat as long as an abled person can. In fact, most abled people barely tolerate it. Why would you expect a disabled person to not pass out and need emergency services and halt the line if abled people do it, too?
Using the Elevator is not a privilege. How the hell are we supposed to get wheel chairs, damaged body parts, and our generous helping of pain up the stairs? If you think this is a benefit, pinch yourself immediately because you are dreaming. And yes, elevators often make disabled people with sensitive constitutions (most of us) feel ill. It’s not even pleasant.
Being Granted extra time on tests is because many of our brains freeze up when placed in a stressful situation. It also often takes longer for us to remember or process a question or answer. If you have testing anxiety, you are eligible too! Do not think it is limited to disabled people and it is a benefit. It’s so we don’t fail every test. It’s so we can KEEP UP with you.
“Getting” to take their dogs everywhere, is the most misconceived of them all. The dog is specially trained to preform a task so we do not DIE suddenly in public. Sure, the dogs are loyal friends, but I am not exaggerating when I say it is to prevent DEATH. Please understand the dog is for personal safety. Like a rescue inhaler or an alarm. Do not complain that you cannot have a dog in public and do not bother our dogs. You are downplaying our illness. It is both rude and cruel. Are you at risk of dying suddenly that could be easily preventable with an assistant? No? Then leave us and our service animals alone because it is none of your business.
Please think about WHY disabled people need this rather than decry the whole system that barely supports us. I am sure you mean well, but if you think that these things are “perks” or “benefits”, then you are part of the problem.
A large population of disabled people don’t even get access to all of these things because of the extremely harmful “faker for benefits” mindset that has been widely adapted. It is killing us. Literally. Please be considerate of the needs of all human beings, not just those like you.
While Oakland has many service providers for children recovering from sexual exploitation, few offer them a safe place to sleep at night if they are able to leave their trafficker. Currently, there are 12 beds for all homeless youth in Alameda and Contra Costa counties. None of those beds are exclusively for CSEC, and none of them are for long-term placement. “At Claire’s House, they can stay as long as they need to,” says Kimble-Price.
Alameda County District Attorney Nancy O’Malley first envisioned the house several years ago, and after buy-in from the Diocese of Oakland, the project was handed over to Catholic Charities of the East Bay. That organization brought in Kimble-Price to direct Claire’s House and CESC services program last March. Builders began renovation of an existing building in September, and are currently “fully in construction” according to Kimble-Price. The facility, which she hopes will open in mid-January, will house a dozen teenagers.
Technically, Claire’s House will be labeled a “short-term residential therapeutic program,” or STRTP, which is the new licensing term for all group homes since January. “So in the name it says ‘short-term,’ but short-term is relative. Every six months a child needs to be re-evaluated by the county to see whether they continue to need this high level of care that we’ll be providing. The thing about CSEC youth is that they always meet medical necessity,” says Kimble-Price. She is hoping to work with girls at the house for at least nine to 18 months, depending on the person’s individual goals. “Potentially, a youth could be with us for a couple of years,” says Kimble-Price.
In the past, child trafficking victims picked up on the streets by law enforcement officers were brought to Juvenile Hall and prosecuted. Most would eventually end up back in their original situation: a foster home, group home or with their biological families. But soon after their return, they would often run away or be lured back onto the streets by their exploiters. Some would end up homeless, living with their exploiters, or couch-surfing, which sometimes comes with its own problems when teens feel pressure to exchange sex or labor for a place to stay.
“Sometimes kids are running away from something that seems more dangerous. So they don’t intend to engage in sex work, but they are running away from abuse or neglect at home or just a lack of resources,” says Kimble-Price. “Trafficking comes out of that. Someone says I can offer you resources, I can offer you shelter, clothes that kind of thing.” Other times, Kimble-Price says, the trafficker manipulates a teenager with attention and affection. They may say they want to take care of her, or initiate a romantic relationship. “Then it goes into, ‘If you really loved me you would do this thing for me,’” says Kimble-Price. The person the teen thought was her boyfriend or caretaker has become her trafficker, but by then the psychological bonds are strong.
Kimble-Price has even seen youth trafficked by their family members: their uncle, their older brother, a cousin. A lot of traffickers are young boys who would have otherwise sold drugs to make money, but, she says, “gangs don’t really sell drugs anymore. They sell people.”
My name is Morgan Camilla Ramona Mariana, and I just moved to Washington State to improve my life and finally get started on the transition I want to make. When I moved here my father initially offered me a landing pad, and I was hesitant to accept because of his past abusive behavior (both emotional and physical), but he promised me that my bills would be paid while I got “on my feet”.
However he ended up spending every dime he had somehow, even to the point of needing to borrow money to get us back to WA from FL, and now there’s no money to take care of myself. I had about a month’s worth of savings, and my mom helped me out with a little more, but the time he wasted getting me and my car here has drained that small amount to almost nothing. My father does this, he has hidden funds and material assets to sell off but he’s not using them, its a methodology of control, he wrecks your life so you will be completely dependent on him.
I desperately need your help, I need autonomy from this man and his abusive behavior, I’m working hard to find a job and I’ve got some good prospects in the town I moved to but I need some help to get by until I get hired. Even if its only a few dollars, it’ll vastly improve my situation and buy me time to get work and get financially stable again after a move.
My SquareCash is /$MorganCamilla, even if you cant help by donating please help me by reblogging this, I’ll be extremely grateful even for the visibility! Thank you so much!
