u/Rare_Psychology_8853

I’m strongly considering it and yes I know there’s a plasma related subreddit but I was wondering if “every day frugal” people also donate plasma and not just college students and stuff. I don’t mean for that to sound judgmental and idk why it even matters but I like this subreddit because it’s often older adults with kids (I know there’s are college students in here topic hi! lol) which I relate to more.

My local place offers an introductory promotion and it’s a couple of hours of my time where I could bring a kindle and read a book. I don’t love needles but I also don’t hate them or have any intense phobia so I‘m expecting some pain and discomfort, and to sit down in a recliner for a bit. I’ll drink my water and eat a banana or a granola bar right before.

what else should I think about? do you do it?

I see many people in this field who seem burned out or regretful. I know many will leave teaching for different roles entirely.

I really feel that I want to work with individuals with autism in some capacity, and being a SpEd teacher is something I am considering. What are some other jobs that I might want to consider beyond teaching?

About me: I’ve worked in special education classrooms before as a para. I have a loved one with level 3 autism. I spent some time in Gen Ed as well as a substitute teacher. I worked in tech for a long time and was drawn to jobs where I made tech accessible to people with disabilities such as language processing disorders and vision impairment.

First of all my day has been an exhausting nightmare…so please be kind. If you’re not kind, just know karma will give you explosive diarrhea while you’re changing a flat tire on the highway. I know this for a fact because I am the CEO of karma.

My 6 year old got hurt at school and had to get 3 stitches on his forehead. It was a nasty laceration but luckily very clean and he’s home now. With stitches. And a bandage over the stitches.

He already won’t leave it alone and I’m worried he’s going to rip or damage the area somehow, or give himself an infection. We can watch him pretty closely but 24/7 supervision is not possible. He will often wake up in the middle of the night so even at night we have to be concerned. This will need to go on for 7-10 days when we can get the sutures removed.

Also this isn’t a vent post necessarily, I DO need advice. But can I just say…I just….oh my god this is possibly the most exhausting day of parenting so far. Like I’ve been holding it in because I’ve gotta be strong. I feel so fucking exhausted and like I need to cry but I can’t until he goes to bed.

Is there anything we can do short of putting a cone on his head? A different type of bandage??? I don’t think we can do glue or any liquid sealant because of the wound itself which might still bleed a bit over the next couple of days. I called the nurses line after we got home just to see if they’d have different things they could suggest and no luck. It’s just 🤷🏻‍♀️ don’t let him mess with the wound 🤷🏻‍♀️ (Ahahah fuck, why didn’t I think of that???)

I’m 10000% just kidding about the head cone btw, nobody call the cops. But also what the fuck do I do to make sure he doesn’t cause an even worse issue to occur?

Trigger Warning OBVIOUSLY.

I was in therapy for a long time as a teen/in my 20s but it never helped and now I'm realizing that's probably because I wouldn't tell them the fucking truth. But also if I told them the truth I'm pretty sure I would've been put in a psych ward or wherever you go when you admit you want to hurt yourself in therapy.

Here are mine

• Wanting to die every day for an entire summer, planning it out in detail, all I needed to do was find a pew pew and I was 15 and didn't know how to even arrange that so I was just too young and incompetent to follow through tbh
• Abusing laxatives nearly daily because I hated the sensation of puking but I wanted to be skinnyyyyyyyy. I had bulimia and was never diagnosed because I refused to tell and wore baggy shit all the time. I was active in the 00s pro ana communities. IYKYK
• Talking to adult men online when I was like 12-16 because they'd be nice to me even if they were creeps theyd pretend I was important for a while so I sexted them and sent them photos and WOWWWWW that was so bad.
• Creating an entire alternate reality and maladaptive daydreaming for up to 12 hours per day and wearing a trail into the carpet in my bedroom because I'd pace while daydreaming and talking to myself.
• Getting addicted to reading smutty wattpad stories and masturbating, I'm talking like hours and hours of masturbating every day and I'm female so like there was basically no limit to how many times I could do that shit, it was NOT healthy don't tell me it was healthy bc no it was not
• Stealing shit from my parents as revenge for the abuse. Not valuable shit just random shit that would annoy and inconvenience them. Or I'd take my moms car keys and hide them for a day or two and then return them in the middle of the night to a place she'd already checked. Just casually gaslighting the gaslighters back. Occasionally I stole $$$ but only a couple dollars at a time when I was saving up for something.
• Now that I'm an adult, I fantasize about burning my childhood home down with my abusive parents still inside of it. Sometimes when I'm back in my hometown, I drive by their place (we are no contact) and take a mental picture. In my mind, if I could burn it all down, it would negate the trauma and I'd finally feel healthy again. Yes I know that's not how it works.

Share yours in the comments lol

I did this constantly in childhood and adolescence and less as an adult. But in times of stress the urge increases. Most of my daydreams involve me proving my worth to people, showing how amazing and competent I am, being a hero or tje center of attention, the main charaxter etc

its very cringe i know. but like…it is comforting

I was abandoned in a trailer park by my birth mother when I was 1.5 years old and then went into foster care. I believe this trauma is why I have BPD. However, then I was raised by adoptive parents who were an NPD mother + enabling/avoidant father pair.

I did not realize it as a child, but looking back, I see how my NPD adoptive mother was able to identify my triggers and then use them to manipulate me. I can see now that this was on purpose, due to her own personality disorder.

Things my adoptive mother would do/say:

• Suggest that I am permanently damaged/broken.
  • "You are emotionally disturbed!"
  • "You're embarrassing."
  • "Nobody is going to tolerate that (outside of this family/when you grow up and are an adult)"
  • "There is something wrong with you."
  • "You've always been like this."
  • "You are a lost cause."
• Threatening, implying, predicting abandonment
  • "I'll pack you a bag and you can leave right now!"
  • Screaming at me to get out of her house
  • Telling me as soon as I turn 18 she's kicking me out
  • Saying she will ship me off to "military school" over every minor mistake
  • Telling me she'll never let me speak to my little brother after I move out
  • Telling me that my father agrees with everything she says, and he won't want to see me after I'm gone
  • After I moved out, telling me not to call/text family members. Telling me they asked her to tell me to stop contacting them.
• Compare me to others, imply I am the problem
  • "I never had this issue when I was growing up."
  • "Nobody else on the volleyball team is doing X"
  • "Your brother seems fine, I don't know what your issue is."
  • "Do you think [your best friend] does this at home with her mom? What would she say if she saw you doing this?"
• Trigger my known ED
  • "Those pants make your butt look big!" And then if I got upset, she would roll her eyes and say I'm being dramatic and that she meant it as a compliment. (This was the early 2000s. For the young people in here: Saying a person has a large butt in white culture at that time was not a compliment. Just look at the pictures where Jessica Simpson and Brittany Spears were called fat at that time to see what I am talking about.)
  • "You have birthing hips" was a constant tease
  • "You don't fit X anymore? Wow, guess you're not skin and bones anymore."
  • Loudly count her calories in front of me
  • Ask me to read a nutrition label to her in the grocery store
  • Put the scale in the kitchen where it was always in view while eating

Anyway idk if all of the above just made me have "more" BPD or if I actually have BPD + something else like cPTSD.

I've been diagnosed with cPTSD, depression, and anxiety. But I think BPD is more me. I asked my therapist about it and she kind of gasped and said "No, definitely not!" but I think she is not aware of "quiet" BPD. I am mostly "functional" on the outside and I have managed to maintain some long term relationships and stability, so I am not the stereotype. It's unfortunate that even therapists judge patients against stereotypes. We are not monsters, we are hurt.

Does anyone else have people in their life who trigger them on purpose?