Off My Chest
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I am looking for mods!
1. The "good" part of our community means we are pro-empathy and anti-harassment. However, we don't intend to make this a "safe space" where everyone has to be a saint. Sh*t happens, and life is messy. That's why we get things off our chests.
2. Bigotry is not allowed. That includes racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, and religiophobia. (If you want to vent about religion, that's fine; but religion is not inherently evil.)
3. Frustrated, venting, or angry posts are still welcome.
4. Posts and comments that bait, threaten, or incite harassment are not allowed.
5. If anyone offers mental, medical, or professional advice here, please remember to take it with a grain of salt. Seek out real professionals if needed.
6. Please put NSFW behind NSFW tags.
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someone tells you major life altering loss and grief from two years ago, don't try to offer solutions to fix the problem.
So your solution is 'fuck trying to be helpful, they're finished, don't even bother'? As someone who is in a similar situation to OP, kindly eat shit and die. I will happily look into ways to regain my mobility, cognitive sharpness, and retrain my brain to overcome my loses, and I'm sure as fuck others would as well. It's fucking awful to be effectively chained to a bed or chair, forced to watch your life fade away, unable to do anything. I'm always up for trying new medical tech and therapy methods, and I go back to therapy every couple years to try again, and try new ideas.
To have your state of mind is awful for yourself, but is nothing short of disgusting, hurtful, and distressing for others. Truly, fuck you.