This past weekend, I made it through one of the big bosses in act 3 of Baulder’s Gate. I wept like a child over Karlach’s monologue about how she still feels empty after killing the guy who sold her to devils, and it didn’t change the fact that she was going to die. What’s the point of it all?
Well, my mom died two weeks ago and my girlfriend of eight years left me this week, I suspect once the shock wears off the flood gates will open.
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My input is meaningless, but thought it might be worth sharing from experience that everyone processes grief differently, and in their own time.
A support network helps, whether that be friends, family, or even a professional. Doesn’t need to be right away, but having someone to talk to or confide in when the time is right can help with managing grief in a healthy way before the proverbial levee breaks.
Trump survived another possible assassination attempt
One of my kids said thank you for some work I did to help them.
It’s hard being a parent. Even a little gratitude can go a long way.
Breakup after a 9 year relationship.
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Found my depressed little brother going to his garden finding a bit of joy. It was so nice to see him better.
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Worrying that my ADHD 8 yr old won’t have any friends that aren’t relatives because he is so weird with other kids and they lose patience with him.
It’s a lonely life.
❤️ autistic, ADHD adult. I cried watching the movie “I swear” last night about a boy through to man with Tourettes syndrome. It’s too relatable just how hard life can be why you’re different. I liked the message of the movie though which was that the disability isn’t the problem, it’s the lack of education for society that puts up the barriers. A lot of truth in that.
I hope your son finds people who he connects with without having to change who he is.
Autistic and adhd here.
I do t have friends at 55 but found a wife who is the best person on the planet. It’s enough to just get one good one.
I’ve rewatched Andor a few times now. Quite a few scenes still hit me hard, even after knowing they’re coming.
I could say the same for LotR also.
Telling my therapist that my birthday is coming up and I just wish there was one person besides my dad who would wish me a happy birthday or want to go hiking or something with me on my birthday but I don’t have any friends or anyone in my life who would even know I have a birthday.
Happy early birthday! You’ll find your people one day, don’t give up :)
What are you doing to make new friends? If the answer is nothing, stop doing that and try something else.
There are two things.
My first girlfriend tricked me into getting her pregnant. My sister adopted our progeny. He turned eighteen a few months ago. He’d be well within his rights to hate me, but recently he’s been reaching out to me. I’ve been reaching out to him, too, and he’s responded. Every time we talk I want to cry from relief. I’m so happy he doesn’t hate me.
The other is the only dog I’ve ever had whom I chose to put down. She was the best dog I’d ever met but her pancreas had failed. She wasn’t eating and she was peeing blood, but what right did I have to decide her life was over? I hope I spared her some suffering.
Recently my nephew talked to me about my ex-dog. My goodness were there some emotions that night.
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Six hours ago, I did my first round of IPL hair removal. It hurt so badly, I wept. The attendant who did the procedure was so amazingly kind and supportive emotionally that it made me cry even more. Sorry it wasn’t a cry with deeper meaning. 🤣 For me it was deep, because it was my first step towards doing something - anything - for my body, of my own volition. 🩵
Thinking about my dogs today, as I was driving home. They died in 2023 and 2024, each after being very ill. I don’t process emotions all that well and them being gone still affects me.
Video on Gaza children
Like just a tear or two or full on weep? Because I would prefer not to dig in my memory for weeping, but just a tear or two? Cat claw in boob.
A story I shared with my kids. Got it off reddit years ago and no longer remember the name of the redditor who posted it (apologies if you’re out there!).
— STORY TIME (I will cry again as I format it for Lemmy (I will cry every fucking time I read it)) —
The last thing I remember is My Person bringing my to the Sharp Place.
I never understood why My Person would bring me to the Sharp Place. The smells were sharp, and they poked me with sharp things. That’s why I called it the Sharp Place. It was a bad place. I didn’t like it.
I don’t know why My Person brought me there, that day of all days. I already hadn’t been feeling good. I’d been throwing up, and my hips hurt and my paws hurt. Even eating grass didn’t help. And then My Person brought me to the Sharp Place. I tried to be mad at him, but he seemed so sad about something, so I tried to wag my tail to cheer him up. I didn’t even really notice when the Sharp Man poked me.
Then my eyes got heavy and that was the last thing I remember.
Buddy, a voice said. Buddy, wake up.
I opened my eyes and got to my feet, and I realized my paws didn’t hurt anymore. I tried a wag, and that was fine, too. I sniffed the air. It smelled like the Play Park and like Our Home and the Car Window. I liked it a lot.
Welcome, Buddy, came the voice again, from behind me.
I turned around, and there was a person there. He wasn’t My Person, but he was all safe and good smells, so I trusted him.
Where am I? I said.
You’re in the place that Good Boys go, the person said.
I was a Good Boy? I said.
You were a Very Good Boy, he told me.
That was good. I always tried to be a Good Boy. Where’s My Person? I asked.
He’s still down there, the person said. And he waved his arm and all of a sudden we were in Our Home, and My Person was sitting on the Forbidden Chair and looking sad. Every so often, he’d look over at the Okay Couch, where I was allowed so sit, and his breath would catch because he was very sad. I tried to nuzzle him, but my nose just passed through his hand.
What’s happening? I don’t understand, I said.
The person sighed. You can’t be with him right now, Buddy. I’m sorry. It’s the way of things.
I thought about this. So it’s like My Person is on the Person Bed, and I’m not allowed there? I said.
Exactly like that, the person said. But he can be with you someday. If you choose to wait for him.
Of course I want to wait for him! I said. Not wait for My Person? Who did this person think he was talking to?
Hold on, Buddy, the person said. He seemed sad about this for some reason. It’s not that simple. You have a choice. He got down on one knee and he looked into my eyes. There are bad things in this world, Buddy. Very bad things.
Like Neighbor Cat?
So much worse than her, Buddy. He waved his hand, and I saw what he was talking about. He showed me dark things, that were like snakes and rats, only worse. Worse than the Sucking Machine. Worse than the Sharp Place. They smelled evil.
These are the things that want to hurt him, Buddy. They want to hurt everybody. So you can wait for him, or you can keep him safe. But if you choose to keep him safe, then you can’t see him again.
What, never? I said.
The person nodded. Never, Buddy. I’m sorry. Those are the Rules. It’s a terrible choice.
I looked at my paws. I didn’t want to not see My Person ever again. But I wanted to keep him safe even more.
I know what I have to do, I said, and the person waved his hand, and all of a sudden we were in a place with as many dogs as I have every seen before. More, even.
These are all the Good Boys who chose to keep Their People safe, the person said.
I looked at them all. I couldn’t believe it, still. But there’s so many of us! I said. How many Good Boys are here?
The person looked down at me. He smiled, but I could tell he was also partly very sad. All of you, Buddy. Every single one.
