Imp - when asked how he feels about playing in a venue that big…. [x]
It’s not enough that I’m made to feel embarrassed for being myself and liking the things I do in a public setting, apparently; my dad’s girlfriend now wants me to get rid of all my plushies, books and figurines, or at the very least just ‘hide them’. Because they embarrass her.
I don’t even HAVE a lot of things! I have to stack my books next to my bed because I don’t have a shelf to put them on, but I can’t put them in the closet because she still keeps her hobby things in there and she doesn’t want me ‘cluttering up her space’. The last time I had to ‘hide’ my plushies and dolls, she went back and stuffed them all in garbage bags so she wouldn’t have to look at them.
She wants me to put my books in boxes and store them away.
She wants me to take down the ONE poster I own (on the back of my door, it’s a 12x18 Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince poster featuring Snape and Malfoy) and get rid of the drawings I put around it.
NO ONE GOES INTO MY ROOM. EXCEPT FOR HER, WHEN SHE NEEDS SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT.
I am so goddamed sick of this. All of this. It’s shitty enough that she treats me like a second-class citizen and my dad watches because he doesn’t want to get hurt. My tiny room is all I’ve got to hide from them. And I’m not even allowed that, even though I PAY RENT, even though I buy ALL of my own food and clothing, my insurance, my gas, and my necessities, even though I do literally everything they ask of me, it’s still not enough to gain the slightest bit of respect.
I am finally to the point where I will not deal with it any longer. I am moving out of this house in the next month if it’s the last thing I do.
This is so accurate. At school, we literally have children who will watch our facial expressions to see if them falling is as bad as they think it might be.
CORRECT CHILD INJURY PROCEDURE:
- do not react. at the most, maybe wince and go “ooooh”
- go over to the child to assess panic level and severity of injury
- if they’re like, dying, remain calm, but they’re probably not.
- look them in the eye and ask, “you okay?” they will nod. possibly all teary-eyed. then ask, “are we gonna need to cut it off?”
- the child is thrown off. if they giggle, you’re in the money. if they do not, put a bandaid on and do some sympathetic patting. they are probably a little teary. let the sad little bug sit out for a minute. they will quickly get bored.
- works every time
"sad little bug" is the cutest and most accurate term ive heard used to describe a child because sometimes bugs are kinda super cute sometimes bugs are really fucking annoying and sometimes bugs are downright TERRIFYING