For a fleeting instant, Harry thought
he saw a gleam of something like
triumph in Dumbledore's eyes.
I want to like things again.
friendly reminder that since it’s getting hot out, people of all sizes and genders can wear whatever they want to keep themselves cool and comfortable, and you are, under no circumstances, allowed to shame them or sexualize them for it.
today in laura’s priorities are immensely fucked up — i spend the day exhausted and near-tears, therapist urges me to consider reducing my workload, so naturally i come online and see a job posting about being paid as an independent contractor for editing scientific papers for non-native English speaking writers & consider applying.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
WELL, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT OPPORTUNITY that you should let yourself miss out on. You’re already in the middle of a great Purdue PhD opportunity! You don’t have to do all the things. And you might enjoy some of the things more if you did less of other things!
I’ve been wavering back and forth on if quitting my job is REALLY the right thing, because I’m so anxious about Matt and I losing out on that much income.
But considering I’m sitting here choking back tears/trying not to panic while getting ready for today, yeah, it’s the right fucking thing to do. Ugh.
I’m really bad at quitting things, so I didn’t quit my job where I felt unsafe until I found a new one a year later. Had I quit, I wouldn’t be sitting here regretting it now, that much I know. The fact that it made me miserable mattered. So even though I get the financial worry, it sounds like you made the right choice for you. Good luck finding an awesome new job (that you won’t have to weigh your personal safety and well-being against!)
Blaaargh. I would like to go into Applied Behavior Analysis, but I don’t want there to be an expectation of teaching autistic kids to not stim. Nor for there to be a focus on appearing not autistic. I don’t think those have to be a part of ABA, but I don’t think that anyone can give me the guarantee I’m seeking, that I won’t have to face that obstacle with school, companies, or parents.
I sold my blood plasma today for $55. Sometimes donating makes me feel productive and efficient because it’s a fairly easy way to make money to supplement my income, and it’s pretty hard for me to find other opportunities to do that. But sometimes I go and feel like my soul is being sucked out of me along with my blood. Only poor people sell their blood. It’s a flexible and fairly small time commitment and the only consequence I’ll likely face is a flat scar inside my elbow (which didn’t really bother me until I started getting a small bump at the injection site, at which point I started questioning if I was undervaluing my body and my appearance.)