I think it is way passed time to talk about the restrictions on donating blood based off of
sexuality and sexual activity. Back in 1985, stemming from panic over the AIDS epidemic, a federal law was passed stating that any man who had sex with another man since the year 1977 cannot donate blood. I hope that this law reads as hypocritical and unproductive because quite frankly it is. The outbreak and rapid spread of HIV/AIDS was and still is popularly blamed on the homosexual community (gay men in particular).
“I’m not a racist/sexist/homophobe, but…”
“My best friend is gay/black/Asian/etc, and he doesn’t care when I use that word.”
“It’s just a joke. You know I don’t mean it like that.” “Oh I’m not one of those people. You know I don’t mean anything by it.”
“You know I don’t mean you when I say that. You’re not like the rest of them.”
Romantic relationships can be complicated. Trying to meld two lives together while maintaining individuality is difficult, requiring continuous time and patience. People all have their own backgrounds, boundaries, expectations, hang-ups, and faults. Now, all of that is normal and perfectly fine. It’s just a truth of life. But it is not a truth that popular movies, fairy tales, or lure teach us.
I’m sure by now most of us have heard of the Broadway play “Hamilton,” retelling the life of Alexander Hamilton. From the infectious hip-hop soundtrack to the casting of all people of color for all roles, this play has been in the spotlight practically from its inception. Love it or hate it, you probably had, heard, or read some polarizing conversations about “Hamilton.”
In my recovery thus far, I have entered into residential treatment twice, been rushed to the hospital once, been in two different intensive outpatient programs, and tried three outpatient therapists. Throughout all of this, I have shared stories and bonded with so many empathetic, insightful people. But beyond just battling the same illness, we have all also faced many of the same invalidating, discouraging comments from supports and strangers alike. Here are some of the main things I wish I could tell to those people:
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I was raised in a conservative Jewish household, with my father being pretty religious and strict about the rules and my mom less so, but willing to go along with his lead. I never questioned god or the rules too much growing up, just content to be part of the group and learn new things. However, the older I got, the less the rules made sense to me and more I questioned what I was studying. I started feeling at odds with myself, not sure if going through the motions without belief was worse or better than not doing it at all. It was only in my late teens, after my parents got divorced and I had the freedom to choose to follow my dad’s or my mom’s model, that I made my choice and gave up Judaism.
Just to preface, I am not here to talk about my actual daddy issues, though they are plentiful. I really want to talk about the problems with how the phrase “daddy issues” is used and how it reflects back on the individual.
There is a lot that I have never told anyone before. There are stories that I wish I could forget, that sometimes seem like just bad dreams. I’m hoping through writing this the weight on my chest might lessen just a little. Thank you in advance for listening.
Self-harm is a coping mechanism and often times an addiction. It helps people silence the chaos in their heads, gives them an outlet for their emotions, and it can feel like a breath of fresh air when stuck in a depressive fog.
This is an issue that has been simmering under the surface of my skin for many years now. I am currently a psychology student, as well as a clinical worker for a nonprofit group home for teens with histories of trauma and behavioral challenges. I know certain systems of therapy and treatment inside and out, having been both a patient and a professional. I study and work with amazingly kindhearted, passionate people who want nothing more than to help others and serve their community.
I'm a bi female undergraduate student majoring in Psychology, with minors in Women and Gender Studies and African American Studies. I am passionate about issues of domestic violence and sexual assault, and intend to get my masters in social work in order to serve those populations.