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In my state, you have to ask for everyone’s ID unless they “appear to be over 90.”

Really adds insult to injury here.

I promise you, survivors have been saying this for years.

Honestly, I’m bi in a hetero relationship currently, and this would summon me like nothing else.

Except maybe masculine crying to Johnny Cash singing “Hurt.”

In German, “groß” (pronounced the same way as “gross” in English) means “large.”

Growing up is learning you don’t have to win the online argument.

Wait. Not “growing up,” sorry, I just double-checked my notes and I meant to say “getting medicated.” Yes, that’s it.

Constantly upset that my boyfriend is two years older than me and knows nothing of Homestar Runner.

I cannot imagine the confidence or, alternatively, the self-destruction necessary to get into the car of a random stranger. I am in awe.

NO BUT LET ME TELL YOU!

If you haven’t seen it yet on the fediverse (because I keep telling people, because it’s worth repeating) I had measles as a kid! Not any antivaxx BS, just regular old neglectful parents.

It was the most horrific damn thing I’ve experienced. What I never hear anyone talking about is the pain you feel, and how we were told to put me in a dark room with the windows covered because the pain in my head and my eyes could have BLINDED ME if I was exposed to sunlight!

I was sick for two goddamned weeks! And it was absolute torture! Every single minute! And because light hurt my eyes so badly, I couldn’t read, I couldn’t watch TV, I could do nothing but wait and hurt.

People like me have been the absolute first in line every single time they offered a vaccine or a booster. The absolute entitlement of people to ignore stories like mine! If you choose not to vaccinate, and you catch the thing, I feel zero sympathy for you! You have countless stories, countless evidence of what a world without vaccines is like and that world is hell!

The message from the Elmo account, the follow-up and the Sesame Street account linking mental health resources is some of the most wholesome stuff I’ve seen in a while.

It’s easy to get in your feelings, and it would’ve been easy for a social media “win” to play into the doom and gloom or to add to it. Or even to ignore it! But the people responsible for those decisions definitely count as some of Mister Rogers’ helpers. I’m grateful for that.

Sertraline is an antidepressant. I’ve taken it. It worked fairly well for me. That said, if I told someone I was upping my dose and they said “that’s art deco,” I would assume they were referencing Sylvia Plath and L’Ennui via The Great Gatsby, and I would be impressed and agree.

And then I would be amused at their correct assumption that I, an LGBT white woman with depression, have familiarity with Sylvia Plath, and I would be impressed with their wit.

All that to say, you can just say anything, and sometimes you’ll get lucky.