parents

Let me tell you something about parents

it is not ok for parents to make their kids feel like garbage! it is NOT OK. please please plEASE DO NOT MAKE YOUR KIDS FEEL LIKE GARBAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sick of parents thINKING IT IS OK TO TREAT THEIR KIDS LIKE THEY ARE TRASH AND THEN TURN AROUND AND ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AND EXPECT THEM TO ACT THE SAME WAY!!!! THAT IS NOT OK. How are we supposed to think strangers and/or peers are going to treat us like we matter if our own stinking parents don’t!?!?!?!?! PLEASE tell me.

Five small fingers
waved goodbye
to too many years
of second best,
second guessing.

Little girls with
fractured hearts
grow into women
who parcel up
their sore souls
and give them away,
hoping for less pain
from those men
than the hurt
gifted by the ones
who taught them
to walk and talk.

- When the Water Runs Thicker, JLB

So, I like Frozen as much as the next parent, but I’m curious… in the movie, why is the only time you see a character’s warm breath when (a) they’re a reindeer, or (b) they’ve just transformed into an ice statue?

It’s been a pretty harsh winter around here — not quite snow-sorceress-of-Arendelle levels, perhaps, but close — and we can see our breath even on relatively mild days. Obviously, our winter is not as magical as theirs.

I guess I should stop using Disney movies to teach science.  This throws my Big Hero 6 lesson plans into serious question.

I just want to scream at my parents that

I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.

anonymous asked:

How do I tell my parents about my anxiety?

Hey,

I know this is not super-easy, but there are a few things you can do to make it easier and more comfortable for you.

1) be prepared. Think about what you want to tell them before, maybe even write it down so you don’t forget any point that’s important to you.

2) it’s best to tell them when they and you are rather relaxed and there are not many other things they have to take care of in that moment.

3) they might ask you questions or be confused. you can tell them it’s hard for you to talk about this and that you might not be comfortable with answering all of their questions (that’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to answer everything, by the way!). you can also say before you tell them about your anxiety that you want them to listen and think before they react. Sponaneous reactions can be hurtful and I guess you don’t really need that. Most parents need some time to get used to the thought of their child having anxiety or any other mental illness, but they hopefully will be supportive then! 

4) you can also talk to your doctor first and ask them to help you to talk with your parents. or a school counsellor. or maybe if it’s easier for you to tell an uncle / aunt first, or older siblings, or a friend, you can always do that and ask them to accompany you and help you with the talk.

I hope this helps a bit! :)