ADHD
2016
Zhou Wendou
regenderate
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I love scifi horror techno babble it's better than any other kind of techno babble out there. "hey why is the core unit of the ship called a sanity engine?" don't worry about it. It's fine! Just keep your blackout helmet on during jumps and everything will be fine
been thinking about sigourney weaver‘s ‘manic mondays’ laugh lately
happy sigourney weaver manic monday
A year ago I got black-out drunk at a charity bar crawl. My best friend commissioned a painting of his favorite photo of me from that night.
truth trying to go back into her well after dealing with mankind
I’d like to tell you a little story today about why a lot of problems need social workers, not cops.
a long long time ago…like 2010, I worked 2nd shift (2pm-10pm) in a homeless shelter. I worked on a floor specifically for men with addiction and mental health problems. For most of the shift, I was the only staff working. Most of the time, the job was chill to the point of being boring. My job was to do the little things that needed doing, and be always ready to respond if shit went down. Most of the time, nothing much happened.
So one day I’m sitting at my little desk, trying to get up the motivation to organize the food pantry a little bit, and I head SCREAMING.
By the time I’m on my feet, one of the residents was in view. Dude was 6ft 4, with a shaved head, and a SOLID build. He was screaming down the hall, and in his raised fist he had, I shit you not, a blood-covered meat cleaver. He was spattered in blood all over. I knew the man- I knew all the residents. He mostly kept to himself. Sometimes he’d talk to me about his hallucinations and paranoid delusions. (no question these ones were delusions, kids. Man eating pythons can not fit in a half inch radiator pipe.) He had a history of getting pretty worked up.
Switch the camera around 180 degrees. I was 120 lbs and 5ft 4 on a good day, and all by my self. Totally unarmed.
Ask yourself- what would an armed cop do in that situation- alone, with a huge man running at them with a huge bloody knife?
I’m not gonna pretend for one second that my fight and flight instincts didn’t kick in. The ancient parts of my brain that exist to protect me from danger by fleeing or killing something saw this and screamed a great big NOPE.
But by this point I had like 8 years of other training, to. De-escalation training. Training on keeping a cool head in a scary situation. Training that reminded me that I was responsible for the safety of the other 17 men who called this floor their home.
Training that told me that this man was my responsibility, not my enemy.
In short, the opposite of what many police departments train their officers in. They are trained to view people as hostile, to treat their beat like a war zone. To act immediately. I wont say none of them have de-escalation training, but I will say it’s a bit of a useless add-on when they’re taught to go with their gut feeling of whether or not a situation is dangerous.
Because my gut sure as hell perceived a danger.
Anyways, I didn’t run, and I didn’t attack. I rooted my feet and I asked him what was going on.
That was when I saw that he was weeping. He was terrified.
He had bought a new cooking knife off the tv- he liked cooking, and had been looking at it. But one of the side effects of his meds made him clumsy, and he’d dropped it. He’d sliced open the back of his knee, where there’s a huge vein or artery or something- and was bleeding a LOT.
He was understandably alarmed at the river-like quantity of blood gushing out of him, and had run to the nearest help- me.
In his rush and his fear, he’d just forgotten to put the damn knife down.
The other residents had, thankfully, all stayed in their rooms, because a month before I’d got on several people’s cases for coming out to defend me- with the very best of intentions- during a previous incident. Their motives were good, but de-escalating a situation when other people are ready to throw hands is WAY harder. I’d told them to keep their buts in their rooms unless I actually called for help, and God bless them, every single one of them had done it.
This is the point when I called for help. One of the residents got the first aid kit. One called an ambulance. One gave me the literal shirt off his back because our damn first aid kit didn’t have a tourniquet so we ripped the shirt up to make one.
We helped calm the poor injured guy down, and he got a few stitches, and everybody was proud of how we’d come together to help each other out.
Nobody was hurt beyond that one initial injury. Nobody was traumatized. If anything, the guy who’d been hurt was happier, more engaged with the rest of us, having seen that everyone here would take care of him when he was in need. He hadn’t had much care given to him in his life.
So when you see meme’s of “lol what are those social workers gonna do NOW huh?” please remember that 1) we’ve been out here doing this work ANYWAYS and 2) We’ve been doing it unarmed and level headed, which is better than the cops.
Now, does social work ALSO need reform? Does social work ALSO contain racism and ableism and every other social evil? You bet! Just look at…like anything to do with CPS to look at how these systems break down.
But do not use social workers de-escalation training as some kind of “gotcha” to prove we need armed and militant enforcers on every damn corner. And please don’t let others do it, either.
A better way is possible.
btw i'm 100% sure i did not invent this concept but i think coat racks are such a nice option for renters/dorm-dwellers etc. who would like to have hanging plants without nailing into the walls
^ this costs $12.99 at IKEA
and if you can go up to like $25 you can get one with a low shelf to put, like, medium-sized floor plants on as well
these tags make me so happy!!!!!! you can find really nice ones on Facebook Marketplace and Craigslist sometimes, too – here the $10 rack i found on FBM :^)
I HAVE THAT SECOND RACK THAT JUST BECAME OUT OF USE FOR ME BECAUSE I MOVED AND HAVE MORE CLOSET SPACE NOW, THIS IS BRILLIANT
enjoy the plants!!!!!!!!
i’m really tickled people liked this post!!!! 🥰
for people with a higher budget, i think bamboo clothes racks like this one could look absolutely fantastic btw! and a little less stark white if that doesn’t match your decor (though that could probably be changed with a can of spray paint if you have the room to do any DIY stuff!)
i do see the bamboo racks pop up on Facebook Marketplace from time to time as well…..👀
#op i hope you know i showed this post to my mom and now shes talking excitedly about this towel rack she has#shes going to fix it to the side table in front of the window :)
this is so cute 😭 and sounds like such a fun project idea! tell her i hope it goes well please!
My friend’s bird is named Simple and she won’t stop landing in this place where she’s not allowed to go so we made a sign
world's smallest chihuahua found alive and well resting in a warm corn tortilla
Source ~ Happy Meadow Farms on TikTok
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hhhrk. gggrrrg. *changes several core aspects of your personality when you’re not looking*
normally this would infuriate me but I feel uncharacteristically calm and forgivibg