16 years after escaping a similar situation, people wonder why I have never repartnered. I lost everything financially including property I had worked hard to acquire and my family home, and I had to declare bankrupt. He came into the relationship with nothing, took everything from me, and left me with nothing, except 3 high needs and extremely traumatised children that I raised alone on disability pension. They have each chosen not to have any contact with him based on their own experiences of his behaviours. 

Something that really bothers me about this story is, *How does someone with a history of and incarceration for violent crime, obtain work as a security guard?* Surely there is a system to prevent violent criminals from obtaining security work?

I truly understand and empathise with the people, like Georgia, who struggle with opioid addiction. But I also live in fear that all of these stories are making the general public suspicious of people like me. 

I have been wearing midrise 7/8 cropped pant, jeans and yoga tights for 20+ years. Despite sometimes needing to pop a bit of elastic in back. 

Interesting revision of the origins of mothers day. Much further back than the Jarvis version, mothers day began as a religious holiday. Originally called mothering sunday, it was an occasion to visit (and financially support) one’s ‘mother church’ (the oldest or most significant church in any diocese). And a sign of respect for the mother church was to wear a white flower. 

Throughout my teenage years I was shamed for my heavy thighs and bum to the point that I went to the beach in long shorts. The worst shamer? My father, who was an olympic cyclist… with super heavy thighs. I spent most of my 20s and 30s either refusing to do fun things because my thighs were so disgusting, or refusing to eat because my thighs were so disgusting. I spent my 40s desperately trying to budge the ‘baby fat’ from my thighs and refusing to wear dresses because of “thigh rub”. In my 50s, I have become a power lifter. Finally my heavy thighs are an asset, and I hope the muscles and strength of my thighs offend people who believe in ‘legging legs’, ‘thigh gaps’, and whatever else. I will wear my leggings when I want. I will not wear spanx (or allow myself to be spanked  literally, metaphorically or in words, because of my ‘revolting’ thighs). And I wear hourglass hugging cocktail frocks and show my curvy bum off. It’s ironic that the very thing I was shamed for likely was a significant genetic gift from the person who did most of the shaming. And gave him the capacity to excel at his sport. I am angry that those body shaming words that began 45 years ago did so much damage to me. I am angrier that some people still value and promote those attitudes. I am glad my 18 year old daughter doesn’t do social media, and she and her friends are (happily) in the ‘geek’ rather than the ‘popular’ or sophisticated side of teenage life, where discussions of food are about what they enjoy eating and discussions about bodies are about being healthy and able to chase guinea pigs, ride bikes, and surf, and she chooses leggings based on the fabric, the pattern and who comfy they are… 

Yes. I became extremely angry reading those ‘poor Grandparents’ stories. I have been estranged from my parents for 15 years. I bet they also don’t “understand”, and think i am a huge range of despicable things… in fact all the despicable things they accused me of as I grew up. They never said sorry, never even congratulated me on my children’s births… instead telling me that I would be a terrible mother and they would have to get custody of my babies!!! My kids are all (young) adults now. They don’t know either sets of grandparents, they have no extended family, and they do not have to go through the pain and trauma that comes with some families. I used to wish my birth family was ‘better’ or ‘normal’. But hey, they

This mirrors what happened to me and my kids when my father remarried.  I have a ‘step mother’ who told me when I was diagnosed with stage 3 melanoma, “your father is too busy with his concerns to be bothered with yours….” And ever since they married, his wife never allowed me to have any one to one time or even a private telephone call with him. She is a controlling and vindictive woman; but my father, like the writer’s son, can make the decision to spend time with his family of origin if he really wants to. 

@cloudmyway 10000% Yes. 

@healthglo CRPS is a particularly nasty condition. One that even baffles people trained in pain management. And the level of pain often leads sufferers to suicide. CRPS is considered to be the most painful condition known. 

@maybemaddie maybe he *meant* that beyond the levels of hydration, drinking massive amounts of water to supposedly ‘flush toxins from the skin’ doesnt flush any more ‘toxins’ than drinking tge right amount of water /fluid to satisfy thirst and hydration??? At least that’s what my dermatologist always preaches? 

My fave movie? My mini schnauzer puppy is named Buttercup. (Actual full name Princess Buttercup, Dread Puppy Roberts…) I can always tell a kindred spirit when they respond, “My name is Inigo Montoya, You killed my father Prepare to die” or “As you wish” / “Inconceivable” upon hearing me call her back from across a busy dog park. 

Given that I don’t care about Taylor Swift 😱 or about celebrities generally, and I had no idea who the new boyfriend was, I am a sociologist and was interested in what could create such a full on headline. And absolutely I agree with the article. Here’s a successful woman who’s found a partner who seems like her equal and is not feeling emasculated by her success. And sadly, that’s still pretty rare. 

I read the headline as meaning the awful face rash after making out with a stubbly faced person! Geez! I am so out of the het loop!!!

My mother was a poodle right down to actually being a poodle breeder…. But she dreamed of ‘running with the wolves’. I think she thought she would be their queen…. Thus, I do have some epigenetic poodle tendencies, but the earthiness of the wolf speaks more to my soul. 

I am a qualified primary and secondary teacher and an experienced lecturer. I left teaching and academia because of bullying in the staff room. I am autistic with ADHD, and became a teacher to support learners who were ‘different’, ‘weird’, bullied. But whilst I never had any issues in any class room, staff rooms in a number of settings were not safe spaces. Unfortunately some education ‘professionals’ are the same mean kids from the tv/movie tropes. And anyone in their sphere of influence who is different (read challenges their world view) must be bullied into submission. 

I have 3 children. All of them have additional needs. I regularly get grilled about why I had my second and third when my first already had a disability. My (now young adult) kids are all autistic, with a variety of comorbidities. I suspected my eldest was autistic before he was 6 months; but as a researcher and autism educator I was told (by various medical and allied health professionals) that I was just seeing things that weren’t there…