i unfriended my mom on facebook

Check, Please! Characters as Things I've Done
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Bitty:</b> Shrieking in horror because I saw my mom use apple sauce as a substitute for canola oil<p/><b>Jack:</b> Immediately launching into the inherenty gay nature of the history of the Wild West any time someone so much as mentions cowboys<p/><b>Shitty:</b> Unfriended 250+ people (including my grandma) on Facebook because they kept posting Donald Trump memes<p/><b>Lardo:</b> Accidentally ate my eraser in my figure drawing class because it was sitting too close to my bag of chips<p/><b>Ransom:</b> Downloaded the NHL app, and the first thing I did was look through the head shots to pick out the hottest players<p/><b>Holster:</b> Wore a crop top in the middle of winter for no discernible reason<p/><b>Dex:</b> Gave my brother a purple nurple that bruised his entire boob<p/><b>Nursey:</b> Sat up on the top bunk of my brother's bed and got hit in the face with the moving ceiling fan, proceeded to bleed all over his sheets<p/><b>Chowder:</b> Tweeted multiple hockey players asking them to pay my college tuition <p/><b>Kent:</b> Bought a new eyebrow kit and literally cried I was so happy<p/><b>Tater:</b> Yelling "Hi puppy!!" at literally every dog I've ever seen, regardless of context<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

i need help, i want to break up with my bf but last time i tried (i asked for my stuff back + my mom unfriended him on facebook) he almost killed himself, he messaged my mom and told her he was standing on a bridge (the same one where a girl killed herself a month ago) and i had to call the police to stop him. idk i'm asking other people for advice too but you guys are always so kind, i'd just like to hear your thoughts.

That’s suicide baiting. You might have to get the police involved from the start of it this time. But that’s a form of emotional abuse.

another little wave of grieving over Clementine's disability

Clementine LOVES her friends.  Well, she loves everyone and everything, but she smashes her friends with hugs even longer than others.  This morning Asia made a comment that Raffi (Emily’s son) is going to be Clem’s boyfriend when they grow up.  I responded “No, actually that will never happened”.  This triggered my memory of Jesse a little boy with mild cerebral palsy and accompanying intellectual disability that I’ve know since I was 5.  

Jesse was ‘in-love’ with me from kindergarten through 5th grade.  Somehow we were in the same class each year and he would follow me everywhere.  I’d like to say that I was his buddy, but no- I was a little snot.  Sometimes I was nice to him, but mainly I was all "Ewww, get aWAY from me".  We went to different middle schools and different high schools.  I think our parents stayed in touch for a year or two.  In college he started calling me.  To this day he will still call me once a year or so.  I unfriended him on facebook many years ago because of all of the bigotry mixed with Jesus-y stuff that I just didn’t want to deal with.

So yeah, Clementine is totally going to be 'Jesse’ to her group of typically developed friends.  It hurts to think about.  Just now I evaluated a woman with mild intellectual disability and was chit-chatting with her mom about services.  I disclosed that I had a child with a similar disability and that I know “my time is coming” but right now she’s in the adorable phase.  The mom recalled her daughter’s adorable phase and then said “The saddest part is when their friends start to leave.  They aren’t willing to deal with it.”  I know what she meant.  It’s not that I’m worried other kids won’t accept Clementine (at a minimum their parents will make them)- it’s that they won’t have much in common.  Their lives will go different ways.  Clemmie probably won't ever be able to stop by a birthday party at a bar for a friend turning 25 (in NYC bars are really the only places adults celebrate birthdays).  At least not alone.  Someone will have to be with her or at least be consciously assigned to watch out for her when she’s there - make sure she doesn’t drink too much, make sure she doesn’t end up in the bathroom with a guy taking advantage of her, make sure she gets into a cab to come straight home afterward, etc. etc.  If a friend took that responsibility it would be almost a charity action, not just a hanging-out friendship thing.

Okay, back to cherishing the adorable phase.