And the nap must be taken sprawled on my back with all four legs in the air and my neck bent at an alarming angle, preferably occupying the entire sofa.
American cocker spaniels always look a bit malevolent to me, like the moustache-twirling villainous cousin of the English cocker. (this may have something to do with the fact that every one I've met has done its best to bite me)
Awww but there was an Irish Setter who used to live at the end of my close and she was so well trained! She never needed to be on a lead, and she used to trot along carrying her owner's folded umbrella. :') She was a good dog.
72 weeks ago @ The Toast - Femslash Friday: Jane ... · 0 replies · +3 points
I have found my people at last
I am so sorry, it's heartbreaking that anyone should have to experience so much loss and grief in such awful circumstances. Idk how to post pics but massive hugs for you xxx
I had the same feeling as I'd only told a few of my closest friends that I'm bi. Sharing the news on facebook yesterday I found myself choosing my words very carefully so as not to align myself as part of the LGBT community or other myself from it, instead tiptoeing ambiguously around it. After some thought, I wrote a post explaining that I felt the need to stand openly with my LGBT brothers and sisters at this time, and publically identified myself as bisexual for the first time.
The post has been liked by colleagues, former teachers, aunties, cousins, old friends and even my grandma. They have all been overwhelmingly positive. I feel guilty for "making it about me" but I'd like to think I'm adding my voice at a time when it's most needed. Obviously I'm lucky to be in a position where it's possible for me to do this, and I'm glad I did.
God it is so infuriating when any medical professional is an asshole but why are mental health professionals so often the worst? My current consultant psychiatrist has: diagnosed me with a PD I don't have, without telling me (I found out by reading his notes upside down across the desk); tried to prescribe me drugs that could have killed me because he had the wrong file in front of him; refused to consider referral for autism assesment because I can make eye contact in some situations; laughed in my face when I told him I was having difficulties with the side effects of one of my medications.
If I want to move to a different psych I'd need to start the referral process all over again and the waiting list is up to 2 years so I'm stuck with him.
The Call of the Wild. It was in a boxed set of Puffin Children's Classics my mum bought me when I was 5, and as an undiagnosed autistic kid relating more to dogs than people I worked my way through it not understanding what half the words meant and have loved it ever since. There's nothing like the feeling of returning to a well-loved book, is there? I love being welcomed by the first line and feeling myself settle in.
I was the sort of (insufferable) teenager who took pride in my distaste for "chick lit", but This Lullaby was my guilty pleasure and I would check it out of the library at least two or three times a year to swoon secretly.
Oh but it's literally called a pink fairy!!! And it looks like a guinea pig wearing armour! It's clearly the valiant steed upon which an imp will ride into battle.