I’m looking for any book or blog recommendations for life after intimate partner violence / dv. What the hell happens after you get out, have the therapy, feel better, but still feel very guarded.
I was listening to the radio this afternoon and the host was asking whether she should go to the movies with her partner when she really didn’t want to see the movie.
On a student paper.
(CN - sizes and size mind fucker-ry)
I know that clothing sizes in general are awful. I own clothes from the same company (Mexx) and I can get into S M L LX, and it doesn’t make sense.
Contract Faculty addition:
I was adding more windshield wiper fluid and noticed my coolant level looks low. Like it was below the min. I watched this video on how to add more
Aka That time I was more attracted to you when you were in costume and not your alter ego.
Basically the same post as last time. A friend of mine worked on this standard for heavy menstrual bleeding and is looking for feedback. Your advice, lived experience is valuable. Thank you for sharing.
I got a new family doctor, he’s good. Not to say my last one wasn’t good, she unfortunately closed her practice.
And of course want for myself.
At least I think it’s administration. Committees? Organizations.
I offered my services to do patient experience lectures. I did warn that I don’t have a happy ending in the illness they wanted, but I thought my experience was valid because it’s good to know what can go wrong and the beginning of my story is like everyone else’s.
This is from a while ago, but it’s one of my biggest pet peeves. Sometimes I don’t understand the point of conversations. If you have no intention of listening don’t bother writing.
Went to fanexpo, basically Canada’s Comiccon. This was the first year I bought an autograph and a selfie with a celeb because I decided I was okay with paying $40 for it.
Not gonna talk about that headphones article or the parody poop version on the mainpage, short version, weird instructions on how to talk to women when they are wearing headphones or pooping .
Well shit, that agonizing 2 sentence email resulted in a date. Well coffee, but an outing nevertheless. Since I haven’t actively tried to date in like over 2 years, this is a win and scary. I’m trying not to over think, because it’s coffee. Mostly pleased that I just went asked rather than did nothing.
Me trying to write a boy I just met. We got very well at a business mixer. So there’s the “Oh, we have mutual interests and I have skills you need, but I also think you are kinda cool.”