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  • While I’m a bit skeptical about your memories of learning to crawl, I’ll accept those pre-speaking memories, because I have those too. My two earliest memories I wasn’t speaking real words yet, just babbling, and I remember the frustration; both with being understood as well as with anyone actually trying to figure out what the hell I was saying. I remember it was especially frustrating as I could understand others around me, I just couldn’t be understood myself.

    I also remember how big I was; in the one memory I was standing beside a chair, and it was the perfect height for me to lay my head down in the seat while standing up. So, standing but not yet talking. That would put me in the range of 10-14 months old, give or take








  • As a kid, I spoke with my mom all the time. That frequency dropped drastically the older I got, though. She’s got a personality disorder and I tried with her, I swear I tried so fucking hard, but I finally gave up. Now she doesn’t talk to me at all, which is far less a hardship than she imagines it is.

    I had a great relationship with my dad, when he was around. He was my respite from my mother, but his relationship with her left its scars on him, too. They almost split up for a while, and I’ve never seen him happier. But now, for some unfathomable reason, they’re back together, he’s back to drinking, and he’s sided with my mom and is also not speaking with me. Unlike with her, I’m actually sad to not have him around, but trying to reason with alcoholic logic isn’t helpful (or a good time) for anyone.

    So yeah, I think there’s far more to being close with your parents than simply the frequency of conversations, though maybe that plays a role.









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    9 months ago

    It’s not bullshit. When I lived in Edmonton, we had a mountain ash tree in our front yard, as did many others along our street. In the winter, the birds would hop from tree to tree, eating the fermented berries, getting more and more blitzed with each bar tree they visited.