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I’m now trying to be lower contact. But previously and now, when she calls or I call her, she immediately launches into a breathless monologue. She moves from one sentence and one topic to the next, with barely any air time. She stumbles on words and sounds like she’s running out of air before she takes a big breath and starts again. It’s truly a remarkable thing to witness and hear. I’ve never heard anyone else speak like she does. She sounds manic af but isn’t actually manic in her day-to-day.

When we spoke on the phone during my chemotherapy treatment for cancer, she would always do this… and never actually ask how I was doing or feeling. If she did, it sounded like an afterthought before she’d move on again. It’s always been this way. Anytime the convo switches to something relevant to me or anyone else, she immediately shuts down and sounds or looks uninterested.

She can also go from finding something funny, to sobbing about something, back to normal again.. in the span of seconds.

Tubi seems too good to be true. Had no idea, never paid attention to the app. It knows exactly what to feature and everything is free? I feel scared they’re gonna take it away or something.

32f, Canada. Have had HER2+ breast cancer twice.

When I go to my cancer centre, I rarely see my oncologist. Instead, I see a GP of Oncology (which sounds like an oxymoron but whatever). She’s absolutely useless.

After being on letrozole and zoladex for several months, she asked how it was going. In addition to the completely debilitating joint and muscle pain, I told her that I couldn’t sleep; it took around 4 hours to fall asleep, and then I would sleep incredibly light (if at all), and wake up constantly. I was operating on around 2-3 hours of sleep per night. She made a little sad face and said “hmm yeah, I went to a sleep conference recently. The best advice I can give you is don’t nap during the day!” And that was fucking that.😀 I left totally depressed.

I then later had a mental breakdown and REFERRED MYSELF to the clinic’s Psychiatry team. I didn’t even know it existed until I saw signs for it in the same wing as the Radiation department. I met with a psychiatrist, and she immediately prescribed low dose Trazodone specifically for insomnia. I also started escitalopram. Both have been life changing. I can now sleep. If I don’t take the trazodone, I can’t sleep.

I just have to wonder though, why suffering is considered normal and inevitable by the so-called doctors. These doctors listen to the same issues day in and day out and never think to make lives better with pharmaceuticals? I don’t get it. If anyone here is a doctor, please help me understand… all women do is suffer. And it’s seen as normal. It makes me want to scream. That’s all, rant over.

Just watched this for the first time tonight. What a great movie… possibly a favourite of all time. The way it presented childhood emotional neglect was really spot on and unsettling.

I’m 32 years old. Severely emotionally immature parents and younger sibling. Moved out when I was 18, scraped and clawed my way up to where I am now. I’ve lived life; worked from the age of 14, dealt with teenage/young adult substance abuse of my own, dated hardcore addicts, bought my own apartment, sold that and bought a new one, got cancer twice, and now finally settled.

And I’m struggling with always being the butt of side-eyed jokes and called “endearing” with an accompanying smirk.

For example, I care passionately about nature. A trail nearby my place is home to a salmon habitat and wildlife such as a beaver. It’s a very cool spot, and sadly is also a garbage dumping grounds for everyone else it seems. I brought a trash bag last week and wore my boots; got down in the water and all along the edges and picked up years worth of trash and plastic. It filled the bag twice. And I go back today and it’s all new shit again. Anyway, my mom called at one point and asked what I was doing. When I told her, she scoffed, said I was doing too much, and then started chuckling. My sister heard about it and laughed. Said it was a very “me” thing to do. Idk what that means.

I asked my husband if I’m weird or something, and he just said they see it as endearing. I’ve heard that word so many times in life. Cute, endearing…

Idk wtf that means. Picking up garbage like that is endearing? Caring is endearing? I CANNOT you guys. It enrages me. I’m expected to be THE emotional backbone/moderator/appeaser within my family system (obviously working on this and stepping away), while also being seen as an endearing child? Make it make sense. I’m the most driven, responsible, mature person out of everyone. I’m sick of it. Thanks for reading.