I’ll be fine. I only see alcohol, salt and citrus stuff in their ingredients. It’ll be like a shot of tequila.
Fuck the environment.
(Not serious. Kids, please don’t eat tide pods. Actually, if you took this seriously, maybe you should.)
I’ll be fine. I only see alcohol, salt and citrus stuff in their ingredients. It’ll be like a shot of tequila.
Fuck the environment.
(Not serious. Kids, please don’t eat tide pods. Actually, if you took this seriously, maybe you should.)
What do you do when the gf is the one with an actual disorder? Do you let him know this and tell him all you can do is tell him how to handle it? Do you recommend that he should try and get her to seek help?
So I can’t diagnose people I haven’t met, obviously, and that’s not my job. I have recently read the criteria for borderline personality disorder to a patient in a discussion of a romantic interest’s viability as a partner, but generally I’m doing whatever speculation of mental illness from either a “red flag” or, in the case of people whose family members behave very poorly, a “limited capacity to do better” perspective. If from there my patients want to suggest therapy to people in their lives, they certainly can. So it’s your second option - we talk about what can be done from my patient’s side. I had a female patient a couple of years ago whose baby’s father was bipolar. Our discussions centered on his abusive behavior, which in my view are character issues, not mental health. Sure, his mental illness didn’t help, but many bipolar men would never consider doing the things he did (not that he was heinous, but pushing her, grabbing up the baby and threatening not to give him back, that sort of thing). Being a dick may sometimes have to do with inadequately treated mental illness, but it’s certainly possible to be both mentally ill and a dick.
I start working this week with someone with schizophrenia. The goal of the referral is to offer support in managing symptoms and feelings around the illness. Your relative probably would benefit from a therapist/counselor if he’s suffering. The schizophrenic I’m going to see has been to the ER several times recently for paranoia and feelings of unsafely. I’ll be a sounding board, hopefully. Someone he can tell stuff to, and I weigh in on whether he’s okay or needs to act in some way. With severely mentally ill people, I both prevent and anticipate the need for hospitalization.
Most of my caseload are high-functioning people who overthink and/or have backgrounds that are suboptimal. If I have a specialty, it’s in developing healthy boundaries and self-regard (if they’re dicks, we fix that). It works with sedate IT people and people who have psychosis, assuming they want that. Not everyone does.
You sound like the councilor I had back in 2012.
Validation of: “If what you are saying is accurate then it sounds like that person is ill” is amazing. Well it was for me.
Honestly boilerman, that doesn’t sound stupid at all. (Then again I’m a huge fan of cheese)
And then you can forgive, which I define as “remembering without bitterness.” That feels good, too. Or, if the person is still in your life, you can stop having expectations that they’re never going to meet, not because they don’t want to (who knows) but because they’re inadequate to the task. “Mom loves me, but she’s not able to do it very well and probably never will be.”
You & my therapist have a very similar, very good way of framing these things.
Ha - no.
It is more of a “I’m very justified in feeling the way I did and cutting them out of my life”.
I more mean that these are directions we can go from “yes, your person is fucked up.” Cutting them off is also valid.
Once, when I was fretting over a relative’s comfort who seemed to always get priority treatment, my therapist exclaimed “Who the fuck cares what [relative] wants??” It was incredibly freeing. I’d never questioned the status difference within the family before.
I think “is this okay with you?” is the main point of therapy sometimes. Identifying what “this” is, and then determining what, if anything, to do about it.
Yeah with out getting into the detail the councillor said:
They are a mess. It can see why you dropped them AND everyone involved.
It was nice validation.
Confession:
I’ve been screwing for a long time about a press that had appeared not to have increased. Until the other day I had a proper read of my log. I have gotten a bigger press. I have just been misreading / remembering my log. The deep joy that I have not been spinning my wheels is overwhelming.
have just been misreading / remembering my log
I’ve done this as well. I’ve also had it back fire and I go read back and realize what I thought was a PR was indeed not ![]()
I’ve been roasting chicken in my air fryer/toaster oven.
Idk why ppl would pay for fried chicken…
The air fryer is great for warming up leftover fried chicken, which is infinitely better than roast chicken.
No, no, it’s for roasting drumsticks and wings.
Confession: I want to buy a longboard
for cardio purposes since I hate running and treadmills originated in the 7th ring of hell.
Related confession: Occasionally I feel I am too big. Example: most longboards are apparently only rated to 220 lbs. I would push the ratings but I think 70lbs might be too much.
longboard
for cardio
As someone who longboarded all throughout my teens and early 20’s, I can confidently say you’ll be disappointed. You’d be better off biking.
Also, you’ll end up with shin splits and a giant calf on your pumping leg, and a giant thigh on the balancing leg.
Maybe that’s just the excuse I will use to get the purchase past the wife. It still looks fun either way.
Shin splint warning is useful. Thanks.
It still looks fun either way
It’s hella fun. It was my primary form of transportation for years and years. There’s no better feeling than effortlessly cruising a straight stretch of pavement as the sun shines down. Lots of fond memories of just hitting the streets for a couple hours when I was bored too.
I confess that sometimes desperation cooking produces the most amazing meals.
My wife and I made a huge batch of root soup (potatoes, carrots, rutabaga, celery, leeks), but I realized it wasn’t going to be done in time for dinner. Much like @boilerman, I scoured the fridge for whatever there was.
The chicken I was going to cook was still frozen, but there was bacon, chickpeas, and tomatoes. So I cooked the bacon and set it aside after it was done, saving some of the grease. Threw in the tomatoes and a couple cloves of garlic, then once the tomatoes softened I put the bacon (which had been chopped up) and chickpeas in, and continued cooking it until the ‘peas started browning.
Fuck me, so delicious. But then again, anything with bacon is great.
I confess I had never heard of an air fryer before so I googled it. Then I realized my wife had already bought one several months ago.
I confess I had never heard of an air fryer before so I googled it.
I’m new to that whole part of the world too. I looked a few up and kept bugging the wife for one and she kept putting me off, only to spring this-
on me.
Airfryer/convection feature in the bottom.
Confession: Here I am laying in bed just thinking about life. I’m asking myself why am I not taking advantage of all the stuff this world has to offer. As far as hobbies are concerned I am not done.
I want to learn how to play the piano
I want to learn a martial art
Seriously I should just try a bunch of shit out. I’ll probably have more flexibility once I graduate college. Well I am getting my feet wet when it comes to cooking so that’s cool.