So the news is saying 4 current and one former NHL player have been charged in relation to an alleged sexual assault that happened 2018.
What makes this interesting is that Hockey Canada, who was responsible for the players at the time seemed more interested in making the problem go away, giving the accuser a lot of money in a lawsuit settlement.
Well, I spent 7 hours trying to help Sharon get medical treatment for her hand, which was swollen and apparently painful.
Rather than go to her own doctor, she insisted on going to an emergency room instead.
Well, they are called "emergency rooms" for a reason - they treat the most critical cases first.
So after 7 hours, she gave up and wanted to be taken home.
Any suggestions we gave to help were dismissed, and it seems that she has given up on getting help from doctors, and will go back to prayer and faith healing.
So, about a week and a half ago, mom and I switched internet providers, and then after the technician had done the set-up, we realized he had forgotten to set up my mom's computer.
This led to me spending the better part of 2 days trying to get help to set things up by phone.
But today, I asked someone at a store belonging to the provider, and he showed me what I needed to do - there was a password on the bottom of the tower I needed to put in.
So among my nightmares and flashbacks over the last couple of days, I had a dream where I was sitting with a woman, and for whatever reason my abuse came up, and I started crying.
But as I started crying I also began to apologise for losing it like that.
Now this was just a dream, but the fact is I usually apologise if I start crying, regardless of the cause of my tears.
I am not exactly sure why, it might be the "boys don't cry" thing, but something tells me its something deeper.
I might have to do a deep dive into my memories to find out, which scares me.
Well, bad news about the apartment search. we had to cancel the walkthrough because of a blizzard, and since then, despite me phoning the man who was supposed to lead us through the place several times, he has not let us know if we can reschedule.
I've come to the conclusion he got a renter for it, and isn't bothering to even tell us.
If that wasn't enough fun, the last two days I have been dealing with nasty memories, flashbacks, and nightmares related to the abuse I suffered as a kid.
It is already -15 C here, and the forecast says its going to get much colder, until we are going to have -30 C for a high on Thursday and a low close to -40 Thursday night, with wind chill to make it feel even colder.
the level of talent being displayed by the writers here, especially the entries for the New Year's contest, is absolutely amazing. Every story (except mine) has been a home run in terms of writing.
I guess I should be glad I'm better known for my comments than my stories, because I am not in the same league as some of you people!
I need to apologise to anybody who got worried about my last post.
First a bit of an explanation. due to some passive-aggressive stuff by me, I ended up owing extra on my cable/internet bill, and could not pay it off this month.
I ended up rage-quitting with my provider, and then panicked that if I suddenly wasn't on for a while, people would worry about me.
instead, because all my manic energy turned into self-hate, my post was more likely to worry people.
I was already in the process of finding a new provider, so if there is a gap, it shouldn't be long.
A long time I created a character who was cursed with an entropy field, making everything around her fall apart or rot faster than would happen in nature.
Well, right now I feel like I've become that character.
My recliner has fallen apart, joining my laptop which no longer will close, and my car which has had a few "hiccups" lately.
so yesterday, my mom convinced me I needed a hair cut, as it was starting to go all over the place. Sadly, I just can't seem to have long hair, so I agreed, and got it done.
Since then, seeing my reflection has brought out my dysphoria, which only got added to today when my ex commented that I looked more like a man, more like the person I was before I started wearing women's clothes in public.
So I am really feeling ugly, and would appreciate any hugs anybody can spare.
Okay so Mom and I went to get our laundry done today, despite still recovering from the flu.
We use a laundromat rather than the machines in our building, because they aren't all that good.
So we get there, get our loads started, and this gentlemen starts talking to my mom, because she mentioned living in the northern part of the province, and he apparently worked out there.
I swear, he was basically chatting her up, but I wasn't going to be a spoilsport and tell him to stop.
So this morning when Mom and I went out to our car, we discovered someone had smashed in the driver's side window - for the 4th time since we moved in here.
I just watched the final episode of Doom Patrol. I can so relate to Jane's journey, coming to terms with what had happened to her, and finally beginning to re-integrate her other selves.
that the story ends on a hopeful note honestly gives me hope for myself.
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