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imcaptainmarvel · 2 years
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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year
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My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days
And as a 21 year old all I could think was
The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.
Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.
When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.
When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.
When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.
Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.
When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.
When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.
Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.
When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.
Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.
When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.
When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”
Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.
Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.
There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.
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troublegoblin · 10 months
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i love having trauma from an alarmingly young age because when I can't remember stuff from my childhood I get to play a game called "Is This Normal Memory Loss From Growing Up, Or Do I Have Severe Trauma-Induced Memory Repression?"
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Jin logon ko therapy ki zarurat hai unke therapy na lene ki vajah se ab mujhe therapy ki zarurat hai. Ye Kahan ka insaaf hua bhagwaan?
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autisticbulbasaur · 2 years
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Job: treats me badly
Me: “if you don’t change I’m gonna leave*
Job: doesn’t change
Me: leaves
Job:
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Hey guys!! I'm in my last semester of college, and I'm in a marketing class. We're doing a project about job searching and Gen Z. If you are between 17-25 years old, please take our survey! (And please feel free to pass onto others, boosts v appreciated :) )
It takes about 10 minutes and after completing, you will be entered to win a $25 Amazon gift card. Thank you so much!!
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play-doh-slut · 1 year
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we need to talk about the fact that it’s objectively funny that george bush was reading to a bunch of elementary kids when the most significant, society-altering event in modern history occurred.
and when they told him by whispering in his fucking ear like they themselves were the students and it was a silly little secret about how becky still wears pull ups, he had to Act Super Normal.
it’s been long enough that we can admit that it’s funny i think
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iambeees · 1 year
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I present to you: the MOST devastating characters
HERE ME OUT I PROMISE THEY'RE LINKED
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Theyre all characters who believed in change. Characters so painfully human. I see them in my teachers. I see them in politicians. I see them in the people around me.
Theyre so real it's terrifying. Fanny giving in to sexism. Boromir trying to take the ring. Jafar loosing sight of the golden rule.
Fanny would be a helpless woman on her own in a world designed for men. She could never have truly lived a life of independence, but her ideals did not need to change so drastically.
Boromir fought for the people of Gondor and genuinely wanted to see his people more than survive, but thrive. Of course being told you're superior to your brother would implant greed into his mind.
Jafar fighting his way to the top to make a change with the full support of the people only to discover the people in charge don't care. But then ge became someone with power and he still thought things were out of his control.
Youthful spirits turned cynics, who pay the price and must learn their wrongdoings through death/death like experience.
And they terrify me because it could so easily happen to me and they give me motivation to keep fighting for the things I belive in.
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sorry i zoned out
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me 🤝🏻 taking a mental health day and feeling guilty for doing it
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troublegoblin · 11 months
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in lieu of smoke breaks non-smokers should be allowed to go out back with a baseball bat and go to fucking town on the nearest inanimate object for five minutes
i just think that'd be healing for us
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apni mental health pe jokes marke hasti rehti thi pehle pr ab to hasi bhi nhi aa rhi.
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autisticbulbasaur · 2 years
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Self care is gender neutral. Let your boyfriends get pedicures.
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locallepidoptera · 1 year
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i’d love to see everyone be real specific in the notes.
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pastelwargunz · 2 years
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Just finished heartbreak high and omg... I'm crying I have never felt more represented in one show... as a queer autistic person with BPD and an abusive dad... that show really hit home...
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