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Jeff Ramos
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9 upvotes
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London based game developer 🌈
Jeff Ramos • commented on 2 posts 2 years ago
Jeff Ramos • upvoted 6 items 3 years ago
StarGirlLen reply
Constant worry. Worry about if I have an accident & it costs me hundreds of thousands in medical bills. Worry about getting a job which will allow me to have some sort of health benefits in the first place which will still cost a lot of money. Worry about making it through the day and not being shot because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worry about the cost of living from any job I do get because everyone seems to have two jobs as standard. Worry about being r*ped, becoming impregnated and then forced to raise the child because men in power have more rights over my body than I do. Also worry about being able to afford to care for said child as the same men who refuse me an abortion, will not allow me help to feed it/care for it. So yea, I can’t imagine life in America being at all relaxing.
StarGirlLen reply
Constant worry. Worry about if I have an accident & it costs me hundreds of thousands in medical bills. Worry about getting a job which will allow me to have some sort of health benefits in the first place which will still cost a lot of money. Worry about making it through the day and not being shot because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worry about the cost of living from any job I do get because everyone seems to have two jobs as standard. Worry about being r*ped, becoming impregnated and then forced to raise the child because men in power have more rights over my body than I do. Also worry about being able to afford to care for said child as the same men who refuse me an abortion, will not allow me help to feed it/care for it. So yea, I can’t imagine life in America being at all relaxing.
QuantumDrej reply
I was homeschooled from the second grade to the 10th grade due to difficulties with shitty teachers. - Wasn't allowed to wear tight fitting clothes. Everything had to be a size or two too big because Mom didn't want me "profiling". - I couldn't be at friends' houses or parties without my mother being there. - Couldn't listen to anything other than gospel music and disney songs (yes, even well into my teens). Mom explicitly banned non-gospel music on Sundays, not even allowing me to have my ipod on the way to church. - No sex ed. Mom bought some christian girl talk book, but grounded me for a month when she caught me flipping through it without her consent. - If I were going to hang out with a friend, Mom had to know who would be there, where we were going, and what we were doing, even to the point of asking for peoples' numbers. She only really ever let me hang out alone with one person. Ironically, the one person was the one who helped me sneak around to hang out with other people. - Wasn't allowed to watch movies above PG, read/watch anything with magic or witchcraft (aside from disney movies because f**k if I know), or play video games outside of like, Legend of Zelda. I also wasn't allowed to be on the internet half the time since we had dial-up. - No sex. I came home from college and Mom about shat herself when she found my Depo shot reminder that had fallen out of my purse. - No pills or therapists. My parents let me see a therapist and start taking Prozac since I was 23 and they were legally unable to stop me, but they let me know just about every week how much they're not okay with it. I'm supposed to be praying the depression away, dammit! - Inviting themselves to my therapy appointments. As in, calling me at 8pm the night before, long after the office has closed, to tell me they're coming with me to my appointment. Which also f***s up my therapist's schedule. - Constantly berating me about my spending habits. I know I have a shitty handle on spending. I'm currently attempting to budget, and I do not need to drive down to the house 45 minutes out of my way to be lectured about it. - Whenever they have some kind of beef with me, they won't tell me what it is. All I get is, "you need to come to the house tomorrow, I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now" if I even as for so much as a preview of what's going on. After spamming the hell out of my phone with calls. - I'm not allowed to be angry with them or anything. If I express any kind of objection, it's "talking back" or "being a smart alek." I speak in a VERY monotone voice when I'm around them, because I don't feel like being snapped at to "watch my mouth" if I offer any kind of inflection. Basically my life. I'm still moved out, but they still tend to act as if I'm still living with them.Show All 6 Upvotes
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StarGirlLen reply
Constant worry. Worry about if I have an accident & it costs me hundreds of thousands in medical bills. Worry about getting a job which will allow me to have some sort of health benefits in the first place which will still cost a lot of money. Worry about making it through the day and not being shot because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Worry about the cost of living from any job I do get because everyone seems to have two jobs as standard. Worry about being r*ped, becoming impregnated and then forced to raise the child because men in power have more rights over my body than I do. Also worry about being able to afford to care for said child as the same men who refuse me an abortion, will not allow me help to feed it/care for it. So yea, I can’t imagine life in America being at all relaxing.QuantumDrej reply
I was homeschooled from the second grade to the 10th grade due to difficulties with shitty teachers. - Wasn't allowed to wear tight fitting clothes. Everything had to be a size or two too big because Mom didn't want me "profiling". - I couldn't be at friends' houses or parties without my mother being there. - Couldn't listen to anything other than gospel music and disney songs (yes, even well into my teens). Mom explicitly banned non-gospel music on Sundays, not even allowing me to have my ipod on the way to church. - No sex ed. Mom bought some christian girl talk book, but grounded me for a month when she caught me flipping through it without her consent. - If I were going to hang out with a friend, Mom had to know who would be there, where we were going, and what we were doing, even to the point of asking for peoples' numbers. She only really ever let me hang out alone with one person. Ironically, the one person was the one who helped me sneak around to hang out with other people. - Wasn't allowed to watch movies above PG, read/watch anything with magic or witchcraft (aside from disney movies because f**k if I know), or play video games outside of like, Legend of Zelda. I also wasn't allowed to be on the internet half the time since we had dial-up. - No sex. I came home from college and Mom about shat herself when she found my Depo shot reminder that had fallen out of my purse. - No pills or therapists. My parents let me see a therapist and start taking Prozac since I was 23 and they were legally unable to stop me, but they let me know just about every week how much they're not okay with it. I'm supposed to be praying the depression away, dammit! - Inviting themselves to my therapy appointments. As in, calling me at 8pm the night before, long after the office has closed, to tell me they're coming with me to my appointment. Which also f***s up my therapist's schedule. - Constantly berating me about my spending habits. I know I have a shitty handle on spending. I'm currently attempting to budget, and I do not need to drive down to the house 45 minutes out of my way to be lectured about it. - Whenever they have some kind of beef with me, they won't tell me what it is. All I get is, "you need to come to the house tomorrow, I'm not in the mood to talk about it right now" if I even as for so much as a preview of what's going on. After spamming the hell out of my phone with calls. - I'm not allowed to be angry with them or anything. If I express any kind of objection, it's "talking back" or "being a smart alek." I speak in a VERY monotone voice when I'm around them, because I don't feel like being snapped at to "watch my mouth" if I offer any kind of inflection. Basically my life. I'm still moved out, but they still tend to act as if I'm still living with them.This Panda hasn't followed anyone yet
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