So my case worker signed me up for a workshop. Or, well, they asked if I wanted to attend and I said yes, because I have to attend STEPs a certain number of times a month or they'll cut my funding
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Girl, if I got in there and it was a nutrition class, I'd be pissed off too. I have so many issues with food. And I understand not wanting to talk about them.
Yeah, so I just back from 2 hours of do not waaaaant, and "creating meal plans" that are "balanced" which was essentially me lying my fucking ass off, because yeah RIGHT my OCD will TOTALLY let me eat a different breakfast lunch and dinner every day of the week THAT IS TOTALLY SOMETHING MY BRAIN IS OKAY WITH *thumbs up*
*high fives for being a "flawed" but all the more interesting for it person*
I'm sorry, signing you up for that shit without explaining what it was strikes me as an example of body policing - at the very least it's fucked up. Grr.
I don't think it was maliciously done, my caseworker's just very healthy and gym-rat-like, so I think it never occured to her that others wouldn't be into it. Still *sigh* that wasn't a lot of fun.
I have so much to say about how fucked up that is, but I'd probably say it so fast and with so much rage that it would just all come out as ROARROARROAR.
And let me guess- class led by ridiculous could break them over your knee twig type person who pus on understanding face and quiet voice and the "I understand" eyes that can't possibly know, understand or give a damn the minute you leave.
God I hate that so fucking much. I've sat in those classes and so much wanted to punch those faces.
*high fives you back-- I'll take the flaws over the pretending to be perfect cause skinny people are all perfect any day*
*loves*
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*high fives for being a "flawed" but all the more interesting for it person*
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I'm sorry, signing you up for that shit without explaining what it was strikes me as an example of body policing - at the very least it's fucked up. Grr.
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And let me guess- class led by ridiculous could break them over your knee twig type person who pus on understanding face and quiet voice and the "I understand" eyes that can't possibly know, understand or give a damn the minute you leave.
God I hate that so fucking much. I've sat in those classes and so much wanted to punch those faces.
*high fives you back-- I'll take the flaws over the pretending to be perfect cause skinny people are all perfect any day*
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