genuinely so fucking tired of people leveraging the "groomer" argument against people who support sex ed because scientific literature over decades shows that comprehensive sex education starting around kindergarten actually prevents children from being sexually abused and groomed because it teaches children the correct words for their body parts and also teaches them concepts of privacy, personal space, bodily autonomy, the difference between appropriate and inappropriate touching, and the fact that sex is something that only adults do. children with this knowledge are not only better equipped to identify abuse and predatory behavior and communicate that its happening to a trusted adult, but also prevent it from happening in the first place by recognizing when something is happening that shouldn't.
sex education does not sexualize children, it prevents children from being sexualized. anyone who is against early foundational sex education and claims they are doing it to protect children is a fucking liar.
My day in keywords: annoying headache, unsatisfying nap, sexy Eris dream
lucien once more
I hope someday someone is as big a fan of me, as I try to be to the people I care about.
thinking about how gross it was that when rhys was “teaching” feyre how to read and write, he kept making her write thing about how he’s the sexiest high lord or whatever rhys is such a narcissist it’s not even funny
ushijima fuckin LOVES the witch doctor song by the cartoons bc he saw tendou dance to it once and he’ll just be listening to it w earbuds with that stony ass face of his, listening to the cartoons go “OOH ee ooh AA ting tang WALLA WALLA bing bang--” completely emotionless.
FYI everyone sometimes medication for mental illness is the only option (read my exp w meds and depression below)
Since the age of 8 I showed signs of depression. This was unfortunately ignored by family though I have family history of depression. I though my symptoms were myself just "growing up" and every day I lived in dread that the lack of happiness was how the rest of my life would be lived. During my teenage years this got significantly worse, leading to self harm and suicidal ideation among other things like recklessness/lack of care with my own life.
This illness followed me until I started therapy in my twenties. Two years of sessions on and off definitely helped. I saw three different therapists and still the sadness/numbness remained. I was diagnosed with dysthymia.
I started medication, and over the course of a year and a half, went on to two different types. I tapered off after the second med made me gain a ton of weight. I was terrified that the crushing sadness would come back, but tapered off.
I've been off meds for about a year and feel so completely normal. Change is possible, don't let anyone shame you into thinking you don't need ut when you've tried everything. One of my therapists refused to give me a referral for meds because they didn't understand dysthymia. If you think you need the help, DO IT! you know yourself and your body and mind better than anyone.
“can’t you just enjoy things?” i enjoy critically engaging with media I love… it’s not the same as being hater. but I also enjoy being a hater so fuck you
pearletta - 19 - bd: 02/28/04 - she/her - all women are goddesses - star wars (f the sequels), percy jackson, harry potter (f jkr), the belles (underrated), marvel, twilight (only putting this here bc i LIVE for trash talking twilight), acotar (nesta motherfuckin' archeron supremecy!), the song of achilles (don't even get me started i love this book so much), and numerous other fandoms! -
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