Actually, that was also another decent example of people trying to make you feel like shit for needing any help.
Never mind that I did have other trouble reliably going shopping, and really was running up against some harassment. It all got cast as some individual mental health problem that I just needed to toughen up and get over–a.k.a. “Stop Being So Ridiculous (Yet Again)!” and “If You Would Handle Situations Properly, There Wouldn’t Even Be Any Problem!”
Meanwhile, that really was not causing extra trouble for anyone. She was doing the exact same shopping as usual–and at that point my parents usually had their own food stamps, thanks to both being disabled and often unable to work. It was still apparently necessary to snark and act like that about it whenever she was having a bad day and needed somebody to unload some of that on.
(That also occurred to me as an unfortunately good example of some of the reasons why I still hesitate to say anything when I am having trouble or need even relatively simple/routine help. Especially if it could be interpreted as Clatterbane Just Being Inconveniently Ridiculous.
And too relevant an example, given some of the reasons I haven’t been getting out much lately. Which also involve often not having the spoons to also deal with actual bad behavior from complete fucking strangers out in public when I am already struggling. I know my partner is unlikely to pull that shit, but it still makes me nervous just thinking about it. Not to mention needing to ask anybody to take up more slack.)





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