Sometimes life gives you lemons other times they’re thrown at your face so hard you get a concussion
Raph: you have a drinking problem
Casey: This is root beer your thinking of dad
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credits to @raphsrightbrain
Honestly!!! This is just psychological trauma in the making
THANK YOU
I’ve asked parents about this and they always say they are teaching the child responsibility and “respect for other people’s things.” If I point out that the child accidentally broke their own toy they always say “I bought them that toy” or “my sister gave that to them.”
The problem is that parents view all possessions as not really belonging to the child. A part of them always seems to think that the adult who provided the money is the real owner
If a parent breaks a dish they see it as breaking something that already belonged to them, but if a child breaks it they see it as the child breaking something that belonged to the parents
People raising children need to realize that household possessions belong to the entire household. If everyone has to use that plate then it belongs to everyone and anyone can have a forgivable accident with it. It’s okay to deem certain possessions as just yours and ask everyone in the house to respect that, but extend the same respect to your child’s belongings
Big mood. I know most of these are talking about little little kids, but here’s a tale from middle school. I had forgotten to charge my phone one night, and this was back when cell phones used to beep loudly when they were low on battery. I kept hearing the noise throughout the afternoon and not recognizing what it was because I’d never heard it before. When I finally did realize what it was, I was in science class and my fellow classmates were making presentations. I reached into my bag to try to turn off the phone, and then the low-battery sound went off, loud enough for the teacher to hear it. She confiscated my phone in front of everyone, and I didn’t get it back until after the weekend because it was a Friday. I was really embarrassed, especially to tell my parents.
When I got my phone back that Monday, my teacher said it was important for me to learn this lesson now since in college they wouldn’t tolerate phones going off. Fast forward to when I was in college, any time someone’s phone went off, either the professor would tell them to turn it off, or they would say, “Oh, my bad,” and turn it off themselves, and everyone would move on. I even had a professor who danced around while someone’s phone went off, and it was a welcome moment of levity during the lecture.
I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.
God I’ve been reading these posts for a while and each time I am struck with the realization that certainly not all parents were supposed to be a parent
“I say all this to say, one of the worst aspects of being a child/teen was adults assuming my intentions were malicious.”
YES this
The problem is, even if families are forgiving the culture around children still effects the child. I use myself as proof of that.
A few times between the ages of 4 and 18 I broke things. I broke my grandma’s favorite Christmas ornament. Her first question was: “Are you hurt?” and when I apologized profusely she said “I’m just glad you weren’t hurt.”
I broke a few plates. I broke a couple glasses. Every time my dad’s first response was “Did you get cut?” the second step was cleaning up the broken bits, and the third was a discussion of what led to me breaking it and how I could avoid doing that in the future.
Same with spills. Same with stains. My biggest “punishment” from my immediate family was being taught how to clean up the mess I made and being shown in detail how to avoid the same mistake in the future if it was avoidable. There were consequences for my actions, but they were the direct result of those actions and nothing much beyond that.
My family tried so hard to teach me how to deal with accidents in a healthy way. They were patient. They treated every slip-up as a learning opportunity. They showed me a lot of love. The other adults still got to me. Teachers still punished and publicly shamed me and other students for our mess-ups. Extended family members outside of my small supportive circle still yelled at me. My friends’ parents still got mad.
To the point where whenever I messed up my first instinct was that my dad or grandparents were going to punish me, or yell at me, or hit me, even though they never did. They just didn’t. They always responded with patience and an attitude of “I’m glad you’re safe and I want to help you learn from this.” And I was still afraid of messing up. Mortified. Expecting the worst every time.
It’s like… we need to change the culture around this, man. Completely.
Also, not entirely related but this shit exposes one of the biggest things I habitually point out about the hypocrisy of the pro-hitting children moral framework: it’s generally would be seen as morally wrong to physically harm an adult for messing up the same way.
Like if an adult guest (adult, fully capable of defending themself from me) came to my house and accidentally dropped one of my plates and I started trying to beat the shit out of them everyone would agree that it’s assault and morally wrong for me to do. But if it’s a child (easily physically overpowered, can’t stop me from hitting them) then suddenly some of those same people would think that beating them for that same mistake would be not only okay but, in fact, a moral imperative. All justifications for why it’s okay to hit children are ultimately fronts for their actual reason, which is simply “i think beating children is okay because I can do it and they can’t stop me”
when i was like, 9-11, somewhere around that age, the backseat of my dads car was (and is) alway SUPER messy. there was a big jacket on the floor in front of the seats where me and my brother sat that i was unaware of since there was so much stuff back there and it was pretty dark outside when we were driving home one night. so we get to the apartment and my dad is fucking infuriated that we apparently got his jacket dirty with the dirt n shit on our shoes (there was literally no floor space in the back seat idk what the fuck he expected) and told us how to clean it (still very pissed),him and mom did uhhh something outside idk, and told us to have the jacket clean by the time they got back inside. we cleaned it in the bathroom sink and when my dad came into the bathroom to see how it was, he yelled at us bc there was still a spot on the inside (which we hadnt noticed before) we were all arguing about it for a bit (our mom came in the bathroom at some point) and my dad walked out of the bathroom saying something like “motherfucker now my kids are gonna hate me over a fuckin jacket” (he always guilt trips us over shit thats his fault) and i quietly said “well maybe we already do” and mY MOM FUCKING SNITCHED ON ME AND TOLD DAD I SAID THIS (he hadnt heard it) AND THEN WHEN MY DAD CAME BACK IN TO CHEW ME OUT OVER IT MY MOM JUST LOOKED AT ME LIKE “you had it coming” NO THE FUCK I DIDNT uhhh anyway i dont remember if there was any further punishments after that but i dont think weve ridden in dads car since that
there was pretty much no way of preventing the jacket from getting dirty, and i doubt he even cared much about the jacket itself seeing how it was jwas just shoved into the back seat with the rest of his junk so idk why this even happened in the first place
Anonymous asked:
Hey there! Regarding your tmnt, is it hard to make your own versions of them? Or are you mostly basing them on a certain canon?
theheavilycaffeinated4 answered:
We’ll I have my characters pretty we’ll figured out so far and I know I want the first chapter to about Raph meeting April but I don’t know how I want that to happen so I’m still trying to figure out the beginning
lol jk it’s about an 8 year old throwing hands
I feel like throughout the lair there’s just tuns of murals and paintings done mostly by raph and splinter
PLS SEND ME ASKS ABOUT CANDIED HEARTS
hey, hi, I was just on the former bird app and came across this info from a brand new study and now I cannot stop screaming internally??? what the actual fuckkkk
theres' an article from the guardian here and here is the actual study:
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Yet another example of menstrual health being completely ragingly overlooked
i am going to chew concrete and commit a minor crime
im going to chew concrete and commit a *major* crime
Raphi and I want in
















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