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Cake day: June 29th, 2023

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  • . Mitigating circumstances like a person’s childcare situation are only mitigating circumstances because there was irresponsibility in the first place to mitigate. It’s still irresponsibility.

    I took the cart into the store to shop with my cognitively disabled child. This was a responsible decision.

    Due to my child’s medical disability and changing circumstances resulting in a behavior meltdown, I had to take him back to the car and stay with him, to prevent elopement that could put him and others at risk. This was a responsible decision. Due to the changing circumstances, I can’t return the shopping cart to a particular location.

    At no point do I abdicate responsibility. My first responsibility is to the safety of my child, and others who might suffer if he elopes. If you think I’m a bad person who “gives zero shits” because I put that first, then I call that error.

    If you want to live in you self-righteous bubble and judge people from afar without knowing jack squat about their circumstances, I call that error. I’m sure my situation is not unique; issues must come up all the time with children, pets, the elderly that necessitate putting a shopping cart aside and attending to the needs of others, and it’s not always possible to return the shopping cart.

    I can’t stop you from making an error, of course, but I’d hope than when the error is explained to you, you’d commit to avoiding it.







  • Part of it is looking back through rose-colored glasses. Sure, there was joy, but there was that time you stubbed your toe and you got so emotionally disregulated that you cried for an hour, or the time your parents put the wrong color socks on you and you screamed a bad word at them and refused to leave the house, or… etc.

    You learned to regulate your emotions. That’s mostly a good thing, but it also means that you learn to control yourself in the moment, and you don’t tend to lose yourself in joy like you did as a child.

    And that’s OK. I enjoy things differently now, than I did then. Back then, when I played with a toy car, it gave me great joy but if something broke, or things didn’t go my way, I also suffered uncontrollable anger and frustration. Today, when I take my TRX-4 trail truck out on the trails, I feel a different kind of joy that is mixed with intellectual understanding of the engineering of the machine, an appreciation of the beauty of the natural world that I didn’t have as a child, etc. And if something breaks, it’s not an emotional thing any more. I know I can fix it, I have the ability and the desire.

    Heck, it’s enjoyable to break things, take them apart, and fix them again. That certainly wasn’t true when I was 6.