Originally Posted by bethin
I'm a liberal and not too happy.
With all due respect, I take offense to this comment. Ok, maybe after no sleep for 24 hours I'm a bit cranky but still - you don't tell someone to get over it.
I'll divulge something I don't think I've ever told a living soul (not even my parents). I was molested as a 6 year old on school grounds and left an abusive relationship where the guy almost killed me, and I am not being dramatic. Wrapping his hands around my throat until I passed and jumping out of a moving vehicle to escape him is not being dramatic. As a consequence, I have a fear of most men. I also have Crohn's and I don't even like doing my business in a woman's bathroom let alone one with men. I am not afraid that they will attack me. It's my fear that gets me.
And for the record, no matter how long the line is to the woman's restroom, I have never went into a men's restroom.
I agree, some woman are just as messy in the br as men. That's not the issue for me.
I've traveled to S Korea and Japan and they have seperate restrooms. Haven't been to Europe so I don't know if they do or not.
I'm also damn glad I don't live in Colorado.
Look, I am sorry that happened to you. That must be horrible.
I'll tell you something about myself. I am Bipolar. Between the ages of 13 to 21 I tried repeatedly to commit suicide. Between 13 and now I have suffered from extreme depression, paranoia, delusions, life altering recklessness and impulsive behavior. I was also molested as a child, though I was too young to know about it (told to me by my mother).
You get over trauma or you die.
I got over the feeling sorry for myself. I got over the fact that I will never have a normal life. I got over the fact that IRL I will never trust anyone due to my paranoia and most likely will always live and will die alone. I got over the fact that people really, and I mean really, don't care as they have their own lives and problems. I got over the fact that my child has died. I got over the fact that my childhood was filled with hatred and severe abuse and that my personal Mommy Dearest has scarred me for life. I got over the fact that most people, after seeing the extent of your 'troubles' almost always bail out. I got over the fact that the people that do become my friends are usually also troubled and that so far over 50% of them have killed themselves.
No one here holds the patent on suffering.
It's not offensive, it's the truth.
Life sucks, you get over it.