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Cake day: June 13th, 2023

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  • I have two that go hand in hand. One cannot exist without the other in my moral compass.

    Acceptance and resistance.

    Accept the things you truly cannot change and resist the injustices/cruelties that you can take a stand for and help to change.

    Took me a hell of a long time to learn to accept certain things as absolutes, like the fact that suffering is an inherent part of life, but I have always been one to fight against things that can be changed. Not all suffering should be inherent to the human experience, though, and a lot of it can be fought against.







  • I’m fortunate enough to have really great parents. Like exceptionally great. I get legitimately really sad for others when I hear that they don’t have awesome parents. I can’t imagine going a day without talking to my mom. She and I talk every morning to make sure we both get up and get ready for the day. My stepfather and I don’t talk as often as my mom and I do, but he has been my only true father figure.

    My biological father was an absolute piece of shit for most of my life, but he got his shit together and I see him as a good friend now. He and I talk almost every day, mostly about pets or work.











  • Any physical therapy/rehab centers under Select Medical. I worked in one of their regional offices processing insurance claims and was exposed to the grossest type of capitalism. Profit through healthcare.

    I did my best to make claims take an insanely long time to fully process so the patients weren’t hit with their absurd bills right after they just got done with major medical issues. I kept one guy’s outrageous bill in limbo the entire 9 months I worked there. He was a local to my area and I knew by the info in the system that he could not afford those bills. I made sure he didn’t even see the bills the whole time I was at that job.

    I had my ankle reconstructed a couple of years ago and I knew the bills were gonna be crazy. It took 4 months for me to get them and by that time I was already back to work. I like to think that someone was keeping my bills in limbo while I got back on my feet. I paid off the bills a little then lost track of it all and then decided that I’m just not paying medical shit unless I am forced to pay on the spot.