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46 votes
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ChatGPT is taking over immigrant kids’ least favorite chore: translating for their parents
18 votes -
Balancing self-expression and parents
Apologies if this comes off as rambly or even entitled. Also for the title, didn't quite know what to put there. So firstly some context. I live in an Asian country where it's normal AND expected...
Apologies if this comes off as rambly or even entitled. Also for the title, didn't quite know what to put there.
So firstly some context. I live in an Asian country where it's normal AND expected to live with your family past 20. Housing is expensive, and you're really only expected to move out once you're married. Also, I'm 21M.
I really enjoy expressing myself with things more traditionally associated with femininity, like makeup, nail polish and fem clothing sometimes (side note, definitely don't think I'm trans).
But as they say, god gives the gayest children to the most homophobic parents. My parents have told me multiple times that if I was gay I'd be kicked out of the house. My dad for some reason follows American politics (and by that I mean right wing grifters) despite having no link whatsoever to America. In fact, I think he'd be hatecrime'd if he went there. So yea I'm inclined to believe their homophobia.
One incident in particular which made me genuinely angry was when I bought something pink and I was sat down and talked to like I commited some crime.
Anyway, that's all just to say how do I keep up this balancing act? I do my nail polish then sneak out the door. Before I come back, I remove it somewhere quiet. I feel like a fugitive, and it's so damn exhausting. I want to express myself. But it's not the end of the world if I don't (I feel somewhat entitled that I'm even asking this when LGBTQ+ people in some places of the world are in actual danger).
If I tell my parents, I don't think they would accept me. And worse, I might get kicked out - they'd probably think I'm gay.
Being kicked out would be terrible. Renting is still prohibitively expensive for me, I'd have to get a full time job and effectively stop my studies. I don't think I'd be able to survive in this country like that, where it's expected for you to have a degree.
Eventually I'd like to move to another country where I'd be more accepted, but that's years down the line and I don't even know where to start with that. Do I just keep my head down and just be satisfied with the status quo?
Thanks for reading, any input would be appreciated.
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Any advice for dealing with grief from a traumatic incident
Trigger Warnings: parent death, pet death, drowning Recently my mom passed away in a river accident. She had brought her service dog (a German Shepherd) with her on a rafting trip with friends....
Trigger Warnings: parent death, pet death, drowning
Recently my mom passed away in a river accident.
She had brought her service dog (a German Shepherd) with her on a rafting trip with friends. From witness testimony, her raft got caught in some trees and as she was trying to detangle herself, her dog got spooked, and jumped into the river. My mom was tied to the dog, and they ended up drowning. They found both their bodies hours later.I’m still reeling, and I’m in shock. It’s almost early morning and I still can’t get to sleep. I live in a different country and I need to head back to deal with her affairs. She was a single mother, so it’s up to me to figure things out. I have a lot of support, but it still feels so overwhelming.
I specifically would like any advice on how to deal with the “accident” part of her death. It would be one thing if she had died peacefully in her home. But the reason I can’t sleep is because my brain won’t stop trying to imagine what it must have been like in her final moments. The fear, the struggle, her body washing ashore and just sitting somewhere for hours until they could find her. How she must look like now. I will request they cremate her, the police pretty much recommended I don’t do a final look because of how she died. But the morbid curiosity is just there. I don’t know how to shut it off. I know she wouldn’t have wanted me to ruminate over it, but it’s almost like I’m getting the PTSD on her behalf.
I’m also so angry. Angry at her for thinking it would be safe to bring her dog on a raft. Angry at her for tying herself to said dog. But I realize this is more like “denial/bargaining”. My brain keeps making these angry scenarios where I’m yelling at her not to be so stupid. What would possess her to do something like this? But of course that’s just another part of grief.
I’m rambling, it’s late. (Or rather early?) I’m just really sad and tired. Any words would be appreciated.
32 votes -
Sweden's schools minister Lotta Edholm aims to limit the profit-making ability of friskolor/free schools in her plans for education reform
8 votes -
Good manners, obedience and unselfishness: data reveals how UK parenting priorities compare with other nations
16 votes -
How often do you visit your parents?
Just curious. I'm sure there's people of all walks of life here with different perspectives from living with their parents to not visiting at all/not being able to.
57 votes -
Crying in H Mart: Sobbing near the dry goods, I ask myself, “Am I even Korean anymore if there’s no one left in my life to call and ask which brand of seaweed we used to buy?"
11 votes -
Bridging the gap: Thoughts on racism from a White mother of Black children
16 votes -
Man recreates supermarket at home for 87-year-old mother battling dementia
6 votes -
The tears of our mothers
7 votes -
Eight things toxic mothers have in common
10 votes -
How parents are robbing their children of adulthood
18 votes -
The invisible experiences of first-time Gen-X mothers
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Why aren't most women represented in the last names of their children?
14 votes -
Let’s all stop shaming moms for showing emotion
5 votes