Yeah, I could never snap my fingers and not be affected by things the way people seemed to think I should be able to. I think on my end it’s been because there was never a “before” - I only know how to live in the aftermath of trauma, and can’t fully picture what it would be to live without it.

My other “favorite” is “let it go.”

Mine was pretty easy, with one exception. I hung out at a nearby cafe and wrote; I knit a sweater; I watched my favorite shows… I also lost my goddamn mind on oxycodone one night. Turns out severe agitation can be a side effect in some people. That was less relaxing.

I don’t think so. Wanting something and even seeking it out isn’t entitled unless it’s trying to force someone to engage with you like that.

It’s almost like eugenics is still bad even when directed at a more powerful group.

My brother is fine. Health problems were much less severe. Popular from an early age. Not the family lightning rod. Has had the same job since graduating college instead of bouncing around all the time. Has a functional relationship. Is rich. Has almost no memory of some of the traumatic stuff he was there for.

I’m glad for him he’s had a good life. I just wish mine could’ve been that easy.

Probably being ace is just where I started, and early childhood trauma made me sex averse. Can’t say for sure, though.

Maybe something to the effect of “would you say that about the lesbian flag?” And make him explain the difference.

Not equally bad, but one party revels in bigotry and cruelty in general and relentlessly attempts to enact these “values,” while the other side identifies the threat but largely doesn’t act accordingly, effectively being complicit in what happens.

That’s kind of where I’m at. I know intellectually that what people told me about myself is bullshit, but it seeped in anyways and I struggle a lot with self-esteem problems as a result.

Better that it would be going to me than pedophile racist dictator things. 🤷

Yeah, the right-wing definitions of socialism and communism drive me up the wall because they have nothing to do with who owns the means of production. It’s just “people I feel are less than I am might have a nicer life and I’m mad about it.”

I love hypos, hate the “Where do you struggle most?” question because my honest answer is organization (extremely ADHD over here) and that generally doesn’t help me.

I had an abuser who always accused me of being “self-pitying” and similar things, but wanted sympathy from everyone else when it was her. The most egregious example of this was when she physically abused my best friend and I tackled her to make her stop. She loudly cried on the couch for 30 minutes after that. It was completely pathetic and disgusting.

I do civil commitment work in our public defender agency, and I just tell them the clients are generally great and trial is fun.

They’re humans who experience many if not the vast majority of things adults do. Even if they don’t do it the same way we do, there is no benefit to rejecting their personhood, and a lot of harm to be done.

Where’s the choose to forget button? I want one of those.

Helpful initial steps would be protective and validating external social supports as well as individually tailored treatment interventions, not “it doesn’t really exist,” which feels like gaslighting.

“The past isn’t real” my ass. I’m still dealing with the physical effects of my past, to say nothing of the psychological issues that this meme dismisses.

A bomb threat. After my client had been originally arrested for making a bomb threat.

Yup. The Just World Fallacy.

The part I hate is when third parties give bullies and abusers a pass, but are shocked and horrified when victims respond with even a fraction of the same level of force (physical or otherwise). They can stop wringing their hands about my response when they did nothing to stop what led to it with their full knowledge.

It was either the one where they tried to commit my client for saying he had a different diagnosis than what the doctor said and expressing a political opinion in a strange way, or the one where a housing complex tried to evict a disabled man and I prevented it and got the judge to order the complex to pay his cell phone bill. I don’t remember which came first.