The IRS thing (Secretaría de Hacienda y Crédito Público in México) has been a thing for a while, the driver’s license was new as for last year as far as I know.

I don’t know about OP but in México when you get your driver’s license, passport or file taxes, fingerprints and iris recognition are a must, no exceptions.

My mother. One of the best compliments I ever got is “You are NOTHING like her”♥️

Nightmare fuel for sure, I could never.

On the other hand, I love how enthusiastic (and disgusting) your whole comment is! Lol I am happy there are people like you who enjoy performing a very much needed job and hope they pay you accordingly.

Are there any perks to this kind of job? Like how teachers get the summer off? (Do they still do that?) I had a friend who is a mortician and ahe said that one of the biggest perks of her job was that she diidn’t need to make small talk. A bit dark but a perk nonetheless.

7Hey fellow road rager! I too suffer from this aillment while knowing at the same time that it could be life threatening if I cross paths with an armed short fused a$$hole. I live in a very high traffic city with stuff to do on both sides of it, taking my kid to some classes results in a two hour commute and then two hours back home. Not easy and it makes me want to light my hair on fire sooooo me and my kid play the “maybe” game:

Maybe that guy cut me off because he is pooping in his pants (Kid laughs and it Takes the edge of me bursting into flames)

Maybe that lady trying to pass me in a not so nice way is late for her flight to (insert whatever place you/your kid think of and talk about what things you’d like to do there. While in Italy, for example, we thought about asking for a pizza with pineapple on it and putting a clown wig on the David)

I could go on and on (I won’t) but the main thing is to redirect my anger as energy to somewhere else.

I find it amusing when I do it with my kid because it helps us connect while spending time together. When I am by myself I play it too, but the NSFW version: This guy is tailgating me because he cannot wait to get pegg3d when he gets home. Etc etc. I chuckle for a bit and let it pass. Not kink shaming anyone at all.

Maybe I am a bit insane but this has helped me tremendously.

Taking off my shoes at the entrance of my home and get out of street clothes.

Sakamoto days.

My dad was like that, he was my safe person and would always celebrate my success, had wise advice and truly cared for my wellbeing. When I became a parent, many things from the way he taught me were passed on to my own kid. Then he died. That was ten years ago and I miss him everyday.

My mom was abusive all through me and my sibling’s upbringing, she stills is, mind you but I am very low contact/ on the brink of no contact now. As a mother myself, I have done the exact opposite of what she did to me so my kid is treated with respect, compassion, genuinecuriosity about their interests, acceptance and grace. They will not know what not being loved or unwanted feels like.

What a treat! Good for you. It is something I want to do too and reading this gives me hope.

It is. Sending you an internet Hug. You matter and should have had someone who listened to you back then. 💜

Absolutely and lets add that some children only disclose once to a trusted adult who might not always pay attention. It breaks my heart.

When people dismiss children’s concerns. Maybe to adults is not a big deal, but to kids it does matter. I make an effort to pay attention and listen when a child tells me something.

Paraphrasing something I read somewhere “Do we open a book just to close it again?” That for me, it means that it is not merely for doing something that we exist, but to tell stories, to pass on knowledge, to keep rituals alive, to be a vessel for something beyond ourselves. The important part, same as books, is to tell stories. Everything sparks from there.

Yes. My dad was an avid swimmer and scuba diver so he wanted to instill that onto us children.

It was usually a frog, but this particular teacher wanted her students to work with a mammal. #80’s magic #nostalgia

My sibling’s class was having a biology lesson on the circulatory system that day and they were supposed to open up the little hamster to watch his tiny heart beat inside its cracked ribcage. The teacher asured them that because of chloroform, the hamster wouldn’t feel a thing. Sibling, horrified, bought the critter from the kid who brought it to school for the experiment for a quarter so when mom pivked us up that day from school, we had an extra passenger. Next day we went and got all the hamster paraphernalia we could pay for with our savings and set her up in my sibling’s room. Two days after this, the hamster gave birth to a whole litter. Mom was very angry and disgusted, but it wasn’t for long because, out of stress I think, the hamster started eating her young. She ate them all and next morning we found her dead stuck between the cage wall and the exercise wheel.

I was a sensitive child and this whole event added to my already exisiting CPTSD.

You are one eloquent mummified raconteur. I loved how as traumatic as it was, you told it beautifully.

German

Me and my sibling were tired of my mom eavesdropping whenever so we learned another language to communicate between us. It would drive her crazy but she never bothered to learn to speak said language, so that’s on her.

Hmmm I’d say that the worst felt/feels at times, like an electric shock that keeps going until it disipates and I can stop and sob for a bit so I can sort of function after it.

The best felt like a burst of heat and warmth that first time and now the memory of it feels like basking in the sun while humming something nice.

So I think they are both impactful in different ways. One completely incapacitates me because of how awful it was but the other gives me strength to keep on loving my life and keep finding the beauty in everyday things.