consider this. I don’t care that it’s actually more profitable to feed and house people, I think we should do it even if it was an expense on society because I’m not a fucking asshole. Most homeless people are women and children and some of yall out here like “well if child labor was legal maybe these kids could buy their own food, instead of taking handouts”
or “the government really needs to think about saving money not helping people” because we have soooo many cases of austerity measures working… lmao oh wait we fucking dont and it’s failed horribly to hoard money like literal dragons.
“chara is an evil demon who’s obsessed with murder and tries to possess frisk all the time/convince them to kill people even after true pacifist!!!”
“chara is perfect and hasnt done anything wrong!!! asriel was 100% okay with their plan!!! if you think that he was used by them you hate child abuse victims!!!”
“chara, like all undertale characters, is complicated and morally grey. it’s implied they are an abuse victim and its really quite clear they’re not murder obsessed or even WANT to kill anyone at all and they should not be unfairly (and incorrectly) demonized. however they’ve made some very poor decisions that while might not have been ill-intended still was still clearly emotionally manipulative and severely traumatizing for asriel and that should not be ignored or excused. chara is highly up for personal interpretation and whether or not you like or dislike them its important to understand the facts of the game and respect the sensitive subjects of child abuse and cycle of mistreatment.”
See, this is the kind of Republican/Conservative bullshit that pisses me off! First, they think it’s impossible to care about more than one thing at a time. Like no one could possibly care about Americans AND refugees. But, the deeper issue – the issue they’re trying like hell to cover up – is that they don’t give a flying frak about our homeless children either! If they did, they wouldn’t be cutting welfare, food stamps, unemployment, and disability! They wouldn’t be fighting so hard against raising the minimum wage! They wouldn’t be cutting education spending – from pre-school to college! They wouldn’t be cutting money for housing! They wouldn’t be killing the Affordable Care Act (ObamaCare)! They wouldn’t be cutting funding for Planned Parenthood! They wouldn’t be cutting funding for veterans! They wouldn’t continually blame the poor for being poor! They wouldn’t be spending 8-14 BILLION dollars on a wall the majority of Americans don’t want, and most experts say won’t work, instead of helping either Americans or refugees! These hypocritical chuckleheads cry “America First,” but their actions have made it all too clear they don’t care about Americans either! Well, unless those Americans have the word “millionaire” after their name.
•Yelling at your child for no real reason or something very small aka over reacting.
•Dismissing your child’s own thoughts, opinions, beliefs and interest as ‘crazy’, ‘irrelevant’ etc, when they don’t align with yours
•Basically never allowing your child to become their own person independent of you
•Blocking your child’s access to the outside world and getting angry or jealous over relationships you feel take precedent over yours
•Teasing/insulting your own child, calling them names like 'useless’ an 'idiot’ etc
•Never apologising when you’ve yelled at your child for no reason or when your in the wrong. Instead switch to being overtly nice and issuing loving epithets and displaying overly loving gestures
•Getting mad when your child gets mad at you or disagrees
•Uses the idea that you have gave your child life and food as emotional blackmail often to prevent them taking a life choice that wasn’t in your designated plan for them
•Never apologising when you’ve hurt your child’s feelings even after they tell you specifically that you hurt their feelings.
If you do any of these chances are you are an emotionally abusive parent so congrats! I will now be taking care of your children to spare them repercussions your actions will cause them in adulthood.
Just like with your pets, having a fat kid is a reflection on you as a person. Don’t feed your kid junk. No kid deserves to have their childhood stolen by obesity. Believe me. And no amount of cutesy, dumb sounding shit about tummies and how you need to be obese for your belly to accomodate your organs and delusional crap like that will make this better.
I still pay the price of being overfed like a trash can 20 years later.
Almost everyone that knows Niklaus wonder how a vengeful monster like him can deeply love and care for another, like you. In these 1000+ years of living, he’s never met someone like you. Aside from Rebekah and Elijah, you were the only person who can look past his flaws and accept him for who he is. Because of you, he feels that his existence now has a purpose. He is now dedicated only to you and his child.
Klaus was elsewhere taking care of ‘business’ while you stayed at the Mikaelson compound and watched TV in the bedroom that you and Klaus share, laying on the comfy California king bed.
Of course, Klaus always felt the need to have some sort of bodyguard with you at all times, so Elijah offered to stay and keep watch. Whenever you got hungry, you didn’t mind making yourself food, but you know how the Mikaelson brothers are with you, they treat you as if you’re a delicate little flower carrying Klaus’ child. So, Elijah had food delivered to the compound.
You were enjoying your food in bed until your phone rang, it was your boyfriend, Klaus.
“Hello sweetheart.” Klaus greeted through the phone.
“Hi. Checking up on me again?” You said to Klaus. Although you appreciate his concern, he literally has been calling every 30 minutes since he left.
“Of course, love. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”
“I know I know. But Elijah’s here.” Elijah, sitting on the bed next to you, looked at you after hearing his name, then you looked at him and smiled. ”I’m perfectly safe and so is our baby.” Now being 4 months pregnant, you looked down at your small belly, rubbing it. Your cheeks blushed red at the thought of how utterly happy you are carrying the hybrid’s baby.
“Perfect. I’ll see you soon, love.” Klaus hangs up the phone with a smile on his face. Oh, how he cannot wait to come home to you.
There’s often talk about how abusive parents can mess with someone’s relationship with food – especially if the abuse has food/weight components to it. I never see talk about how abuse can influence one’s relationship with time and space.
(and for the record, I am not at all discrediting food abuse or any of that. It’s horrible and my heart goes out to people who went through it and may still be dealing with the fallout. I’m just using it as a parallel and way to better describe what I’m about to).
Some parents are strict about food. What you can eat, when you can eat, how much you can eat, they dictate it as if you are an object that has no needs or preferences of your own. My mother had this a little, but surprisingly it’s one of the few things I managed to mostly escape. No, what my mother was strict about was time and controlling what I was doing.
I had to follow her schedule, do what she wanted, do it how she did it. It’s one thing to tell a child “this needs to be done by X time” or “could you do Y for me?” or “here, let me show you how to do Z”, but of course my mother was never like that.
I had to do what she wanted when she wanted it done, and when she did it. When she told (or yelled at) me to do something, I had to drop everything I was doing and do it right that instant. Didn’t matter if I was doing homework or playing a game with a group of people or actually going to my job (yes, she forced me to call into work because there was something she wanted done and god forbid it happen 4 hours later), I had to do what she said. And if she was doing something, by the gods I had better be doing something; I got called lazy and screamed at so many times because she decided to do laundry or paper work and I was watching something or playing a game.
Before I just gave up trying to deal with her, I always told my mother I would do other things but I would not touch the kitchen because it was disgusting since she never made an effort to clean it and used the skin as a garbage can (week+ old organics mixing with stagnant water creating slime and an ungodly smell was so fun to deal with). What happened? She would always yell at me to clean the kitchen. I could do other things – hell, I could clean the entire house – but if there was one thing I didn’t do that she wanted done, everything else counted for nothing and I would get yelled at.
She also never asked me to do something; she told (or yelled at me) what to do. She also never said a word, and not being psychic, things would seem fine until she’d explode about how lazy I was by not doing X, Y, and Z right that instant.
My mother never showed me how to do stuff. She would mock me and tell me how to do stuff in a super patronizing tone. If she saw me doing something that worked (sometimes better) in a way she wouldn’t do it, she would yell at me to get it “right” even though I wasn’t harming anything or any one and the way I was doing it was easier or made more sense to me.
As a result, if she’s around, I am constantly stressed and on edge. Even if she’s not home right then but will be later in the day, I am still stressed because I never know when she’s going to yell at me and know no matter what, she’s going to find fault with what I did.
This lead to me “hoarding” time for myself. If she’s not around or is asleep, I will do absolutely nothing except watch stuff, play games, or other things that are fun. It started when I was way younger, but it continues to this day. I never knew when I’d have time to myself or for how long, so I binged the fuck out of what time I had. Even when I want(ed) to clean or organize things, I wouldn’t because it would cut into what leisure time I had. Plus I would get yelled at for doing it wrong or not doing it well enough, so why bother when I could do something else?
Even when I wasn’t enjoying what I was doing, I was still compelled to do it because I never knew when I’d get a chance again.
It wasn’t healthy and I still am stuck with it.
The only time I feel free is when my mother is out of the house for at least a few days. I can do what I want, when I want, how I want and not have to worry about her blowing up at me. I don’t have to worry about dropping everything to cater to her whims, and I don’t have to worry about being criticized for any little thing. I can actually get shit done I’ve wanted to get done forever!
I don’t know if others have similar experiences, but it sucks and just further destroys your self-esteem having stuff that needs to get done – that you want to get done – but can’t because you have to make every moment count when you’re alone, and can’t do it when your mother is there because who knows what kind of storm will blow in when you start.
If I have the house to myself or am staying with someone else (who isn’t family), things instantly change. But otherwise, nope. Because when that’s been your life for how long and was how you survived, it’s hard or impossible to change when you’re stuck living with the person who caused/causes it in the first place.