Cryscas

Ground up with a whole orange and put on top of yogurt with walnuts or almonds.

My Muslim ex husband and his daughter live in Texas. We haven't spoken in years but they don't deserve a governor like this. This makes me feel sick. I also say fuck white racists.

If most people were right about which things to be concerned about, we wouldn't be in the state we are in now.

As someone who has felt misunderstood so often, I can say that someone is going to criticize whatever you do, and sometimes it's just best to ignore them. I went to the No Kings protest and so many leftists sneer at that, but I know why I went and I feel good about it and that has to be enough.

Four people are standing next to a table at a No Kings rally.

I'm the lady in the middle at the Tulsa No Kings protest.

So true I started crying through my smile.

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Tonight at dinner the man behind us was being a jerk to the waiter and as we were paying my husband asked the waiter if he'd left a tip, and he had, but less than a dollar. So husband gave him an extra ten on top of his initial tip. It was the man's first table on his first night. I freaking cried.

Valentine and Frankie pause from playing

A small Chiweenie puppy is sitting on a blanket looking up.

My Frankie puppy

I grew up Southern Baptist and I know intimately well how much they suck. I wanted my kids to have nothing to do with them.

I'm so glad someone else recommends Dorothy Dunnett. Reading her was life changing for me. The one literary pilgrimage I've taken was to Bruges to visit the early sites of the Niccolo Rising books. I don't know if I like the Lymond books or the Nicholas books better.

Anything by Jennifer Cruise, and the series she writes with Bob Mayer are always fun. Jenny Colgan's books are good, but if you stretch the idea of romance, you can include my very favorite author of all time, Dorothy Dunnett. I'm an extreme Dorothy Dunnett fanatic. I've read her books repeatedly.

I have.

A small tan puppy with green eyes is curled up on a pillow. His front leg covers his nose.

Francisco aka Frankie. He's my new Chiweenie.

My dear sweet niece is sick in the hospital after having a seizure and I have to admit I'm so ready for awful things to stop happening every week.

Sometimes I feel like my yearning for connection is like I'm playing chess with a much better player who cuts me off at every move. I love my family, but we mostly rehash old stuff, which I like, but I need other friends. I pine, platonically, for people I used to know and love, but it isn't mutual.

The one box I don't check off for autism is the food category. I love all different kinds of foods and I crave different things on different days. My oldest child has all the food issues, though.

The last time I was in Paris, which was a while ago, I had something called a coupe morello which was delicious vanilla ice cream with cherries in sauce . I think I moaned as I ate it.

My oldest child was just officially diagnosed with ADHD, but the therapist said they are most likely autistic, too. I would bet money that they are, but since there's no medication to help autism, the therapist didn't do an autism evaluation.

I think being stupidly honest was a major problem for me all the way around. I think it might have been a problem anyway, but being punished when my parents thought I wasn't being honest and then being expected to know when I was supposed to lie was a hard thing for me to understand.

One thing I consistently did was freeze and panic every time someone asked me how I was doing. I wanted to be honest but I knew that never went over well. I think I'm particularly bad at masking because it never occurred to me to say what other people said when asked that question.

Picture of a white cat with blue eyes lying on the back of a couch looking disgruntled.

A month after my beloved dog Henry died my beloved cat William died. Yesterday I held him as he passed at the vet's office. My heart hurts pretty bad this morning. Goodbye my sweet, beautiful boy.

I was going to take a brisk walk in front of my husband's shop this morning and did a major dramatic faceplant that landed me in the ER with six stitches and several bloody scrapes. My neck hurts really badly but the embarrassment is pretty bad too. It's too ridiculous to do that on Mother's Day.

Personally, I'm aware that I speak from my own perspective, knowing that everyone else has their own, and I'm careful to point out that I know it's my perspective, but I think it ends up looking like I'm only concerned for myself. I use the word "I" constantly because I feel like it's context.

I feel a constant tension between getting hurt because I feel like I put in more effort to be supportive than I get in return, most of the time, so I should stop trying, and then deciding that I'm not going to let other people's behavior change who I am.

One of the unexpected results of having lifelong periodic serious depression is that menopausal hormonal depression is business as usual for me. I have friends who are dealing with depression for the first time in their 50s and they don't have the coping mechanisms I do.

I got to visit my daughter last weekend and that was great but now I'm settling back into vicious sadness and I don't know what to do about it. I miss my kids and my dog. I feel alone in ways that are familiar but still difficult to handle. Asthma and the rain isn't helping much either.

As a late, somewhat self diagnosed (long story) autistic woman I could cry to see someone else say this. I feel rejected constantly and even though I should be used to it by now it still hurts sometimes. I try not to make it other people's problem, but that doesn't mean I don't feel it deeply.

That is the toughest. I'm very sorry you're in crisis right now. I know exactly what it's like to try and navigate the system, and ugh it is a nightmare. I hope you find some joy and some way to keep going, I really do.