There are many people who are very blind but not completely so (e.g. really can’t see anything at a distance). They may be able to operate well in a lab environment.
There are people whose mental health issues are rare or can often be prevented with a service animal. Their “breakdowns” are likely not destructive anyway, so no real risk to the lab itself.
Service animals also sometimes help to warn that someone is about to have a seizure, so they can go somewhere safe.
Except that people do a lot of growing in their late 20s and early 30s. Both parties likely changed in personalities, priorities, and experience. The man she rejected years ago is likely not the same man she is attracted to now, nor is she the same person as her priorities have likely changed during that time too.
I’m used to feeling sleepy and tired. It’s feeling cold that I hate. I’m dieting in the middle of a heat wave and I’m shivering so much!
I’m a woman and my first IUD insertion really didn’t hurt me very much. Uncomfortable, but quick and not too bad.
But when my friends complained about the pain during theirs, I believed them. Because we are all different people with wildly different bodies. I have empathy.
It’s not a difficult concept, but I think a lot of people struggle with it. “It was fine for me so anyone who complaints is making it up!”
Anyway, when I went to get my IUD replaced, the second insertion was absolute hell, so now I really get it. But I didn’t need to go through it myself to believe people when they say they experience pain. There’s so much evidence out there indicating that women experience pain. Is it really so hard to just believe the evidence?
True for jeans and hoodies, not true if you need to wear nice pants, button down shirts and blazers to work.
It’s worth noting too that for every instance of feeling scared, there are at least 5 situations where women feel belittled. I think even well meaning men are a lot less aware of it happening, or of them doing it themselves. My own father is a sweetheart who means well, but he’s skeptical of anything I tell him until my husband repeats what I’m saying. I’ve had achievements minimized because I didn’t also raise a family while doing them. I’ve been denied entry into hobbies. I’ve been given fewer opportunities at work because they want a cute face at the front desk. I’ve been told math is not for me, while being the only middle schooler in the math team who could regularly beat high schoolers at competitions. I’ve been told no boys would ever want to be my friend, because boys can only be after one thing, so all the ones being friendly are faking it. And of courses I’ve had boys stop being my friend when it becomes clear that friendship is all I’m after.
It’s harder to spot but cuts to your self worth like these add up over time.
As a woman, and having known many other women, I can promise you that none of what is mentioned is particularly far fetched. It’s sad, but we all have multiple stories like this. Almost any woman could put together a similar paragraph of incidents she has personally experienced.
Edit to add: she didn’t even name anyone! No one is harmed, except the people who know they should be ashamed of themselves.
While I agree that this is awful and should not have been done, I just wanted to clarify a point about epidurals. It isn’t always a choice. There’s a window of time when you can take them, and sometimes that option is just not available (for a variety of health and timing reasons).
But yeah, don’t inflict pain on people for no reason. That’s barbaric. These hospitals should not have these devices available for what seems like recreational (?) use.
I’ve never encountered one and I download from there a lot!
What is special about Zalando compared to other online stores?
But first, the person banning water would become the ultimate serial killer.
I have aphantasia and can’t remember people’s faces at all. Reservoir dogs was a bunch of similar looking dudes dressed almost identically, talking to each other in similar tones with similar vocabulary, and the story is non-linear (which I didn’t realize). I have never been so confused seeing a movie before. I’m sure it’s a wonderful movie, but I have no hope of ever understanding it.
Why the guilt?
Have a child / children. Invest in my community. Help my parents retire. Get another dog. Buy the fancy chocolates. Probably join some sort of workout class for my own health.
Nothing too complex. I come from a culture where you take one last name from each parent. No hyphen. Just FirstName LastName1 LastName2.
Some systems put LastName1 as my middle name and shortened it to one letter. Some excluded LastName2. Some squished both last names into one name, sometimes with a hyphen, sometimes not.
But because every system did its own thing, no one could ever find me. I had 2 different credit scores at one point. I received 3 voting cards every election, all of them wrong, despite the fact that every election cycle I would take the hours it takes to report the errors and get them to “fix” it. I was enrolled twice in one class in grade 4 under two separate wrong names. And whatever name my high school used on their system, I wasn’t showing up when universities searched for my records, so I kept getting rejection letter after rejection letter with no explanation and it took me months to track down the cause and have it fixed, by which point it was too late to get into several schools. I also couldn’t buy certain things online because some stores’ paymentet methods wouldn’t let me put in the name of my credit card as it was written. Oh, and the government couldn’t get the name on my social insurance card and the name on my taxes to match. This affected my online logins, so I would need to call on the phone to verify myself for each tax-related transaction, including simple address changes.
I’m from a different culture than my husband and my last name was a bureaucratic nightmare. Almost didn’t make it into university because of computer mix ups, have had issues filing taxes, voting, getting a passport, settings basic IDs, getting insurance… It’s endless. Changed my name as soon as I could, and even THAT process was hindered by my original name.
Bonuses: Distance myself from social media I had as a child. Harder for former stalkers to locate me if they decide to rekindle their previous obsessions. Don’t need to upset one set of grandparents when you name your children one parent’s last name and not the other. People stop asking me where I’m from and making racist assumptions about me. Everyone seems a lot friendlier now that they assume I’m [insert European white race here] instead of [insert non-white race here] and that’s despite the fact that I’m clearly white. Racism is wild. My signature is way shorter.
Not saying this should be the norm, but I was happy it was a socially acceptable option for me.
Becoming Russia’s toy won’t exactly help matters along in that regard. Plus then there’s the tariffs which he has no idea how they work.
Someone You Can Build a Nest In.
A funny little romance as told from the point of view of the monster terrorizing a town. She tries her best to woo a human and actually is a pretty supportive partner. It’s so weird and I love it.
Dredge.