Hey folks! As some of you might now, my name is Rouke, I live in the UK, and I’m a 23 y/o Autistic queer person with cptsd from childhood abuse.
I struggle really badly with sleep, since going to bed triggers horrible emotional flashbacks and feelings of danger and panic. Every single night is a struggle. This deeply affects all aspects of my life, and not getting proper rest makes my mental health so much worse.
I am lucky enough to have the chance to get a service dog prospect puppy, a standard poodle, from an absolutely amazing breeder that has experience helping people like me. I’m already involved with local assistance dog stuff and dog sit a service dog in training. He’s a very sweet boy that keeps me calm while I’m struggling to fall asleep, so I know having my own would be life changing.
I have been trying to get a job all summer, retail, cleaning, anything, but with zero luck. So I find myself in pretty bad financial difficulty. I can cover the £900 for the puppy, but everything else is going to be a struggle. Vaccination costs, health insurance, and service dog training are not cheap. Plus all the various stuff any normal dog needs.
Obviously I’ll go without so this dog has everything it needs. Right now I’m basically eating frozen foods whoever lived in my summer student accommodation before me left in the freezer, and sandwiches out of discounted stale bread and some deli meats my grandparents sent me, to try and save money.
I have until mid October to get everything ready. If you can spare a bit of money, please, consider sending some of it my way. I would be so incredibly thankful. And of course, I will be posting plenty of updates and photos of the puppy’s progress, so you can see exactly what you helped make possible!
Please. I’m seriously getting so desperate. This is my best shot at getting something that will greatly improve my quality of life. I don’t know what I would do without it.
If you don’t want to use paypal, you can message me for my bank details. Any gift cards for Ebay UK, Amazon UK or any pet supplies website / store would also be incredible. arsitrouke at gmail is my email address.
I hate to have to ask for charity like this, I want to work hard and earn stuff, but the current circumstances have left me without any other choice. I feel sick and ashamed right now, but also know that the kindness of this community can be so wonderful and life changing. Please, if you can’t spare any money, share and signal boost this post. Thank you so very much.
Saturday, August 11th – Hi everyone, I’m Gemma and I’m so sorry to ask this again so soon from my previous benefit sanction post but is anyone able to spare a few £’s so I can eat this weekend/next week?
At the moment, I have absolutely no income or food and until my benefits are reinstated (around late August or September) I really need some help to get groceries and basic supplies (laundry powder, toiletries etc..) for this month and it is so important that I get these essentials as I have regularly skipped on eating for the past few weeks in a row now to try and make ends meet and as many of you know, it has taken such a toll on me that I have beendiagnosed with a folic acid deficiency, due to lack of nutrition and without basic groceries to take my 14 meds per day, my condition will only get worse.
If anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would literally save my life and, sharing definitely helps just as much as donations. Nobody has to donate if they can’t or don’t want to, I know we’re all struggling. Thank you for your help 💖
Hey folks! As some of you might now, my name is Rouke, I live in the UK, and I’m a 23 y/o Autistic queer person with cptsd from childhood abuse.
I struggle really badly with sleep, since going to bed triggers horrible emotional flashbacks and feelings of danger and panic. Every single night is a struggle. This deeply affects all aspects of my life, and not getting proper rest makes my mental health so much worse.
I am lucky enough to have the chance to get a service dog prospect puppy, a standard poodle, from an absolutely amazing breeder that has experience helping people like me. I’m already involved with local assistance dog stuff and dog sit a service dog in training. He’s a very sweet boy that keeps me calm while I’m struggling to fall asleep, so I know having my own would be life changing.
I have been trying to get a job all summer, retail, cleaning, anything, but with zero luck. So I find myself in pretty bad financial difficulty. I can cover the £900 for the puppy, but everything else is going to be a struggle. Vaccination costs, health insurance, and service dog training are not cheap. Plus all the various stuff any normal dog needs.
Obviously I’ll go without so this dog has everything it needs. Right now I’m basically eating frozen foods whoever lived in my summer student accommodation before me left in the freezer, and sandwiches out of discounted stale bread and some deli meats my grandparents sent me, to try and save money.
I have until mid October to get everything ready. If you can spare a bit of money, please, consider sending some of it my way. I would be so incredibly thankful. And of course, I will be posting plenty of updates and photos of the puppy’s progress, so you can see exactly what you helped make possible!
Please. I’m seriously getting so desperate. This is my best shot at getting something that will greatly improve my quality of life. I don’t know what I would do without it.
If you don’t want to use paypal, you can message me for my bank details. Any gift cards for Ebay UK, Amazon UK or any pet supplies website / store would also be incredible. arsitrouke at gmail is my email address.
I hate to have to ask for charity like this, I want to work hard and earn stuff, but the current circumstances have left me without any other choice. I feel sick and ashamed right now, but also know that the kindness of this community can be so wonderful and life changing. Please, if you can’t spare any money, share and signal boost this post. Thank you so very much.
Remember a few months ago when it felt like every single website in existence updated their privacy policy? That was because of GDPR, the General Data Protection Regulation from the EU.
Another part of GDPR? Right of access / right to data portability.
What this means is that if you ask for it, companies are to give you access to your data so that you could theoretically move it to another service. Many companies have done this by allowing you to export your data and download it. Even if a company doesn’t provide an automated way, you should still be able to contact them and they should provide your data – it doesn’t have to be automatically generated and downloadable.
Tumblr does provide an automated way to export your blog. This should be done individually for each sideblog as well, if you want. (These are instructions for the website – not the app.)
Go to your blog settings page, ie https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/<your-blog-name>.
Look for the Export section (currently at the bottom)
Click the “Export <your-blog-name>” button.
Depending on the size of your blog, it may take a while to generate the export. It will say that it’s processing, and you can reload the page and come back later to check if it’s done.
When your export is processed and ready, the Export section will have a button to download.
Once you’ve downloaded the file, extract it to a folder on your computer. It will contain:
A media folder with images, gifs, videos, and audio files.
A messages xml file. Your messages are in here, even if it doesn’t look “human readable” and is gibberish to you, I promise. There are tools that will “beautify” xml to make it more readable.
A posts.zip file. Extract this and you’ll see an html folder that has an html file for each of your posts.
Holy shit they finally did it.
BTW, the size of the export varies wildly based on how much media content is on your blog. I’ve got a main and a sideblog with a little over 6000 posts each, one a bit heavier on text, the other skewing more towards photosets and the like. The zip files are 3 gigs and 11 gigs respectively.
Meanwhile, I’m still a little irritated that I just didn’t feel like getting out in the sun much while the getting was good here for a change.
This summer I’ve at least had the sense to keep up the vitamin D supplements. But, getting some sun usually makes me feel better beyond that.
Mr. C finally got back from that trip a little while ago, but he was still waiting for a train in Wales after 7:30 this evening. Thankfully he does have the next couple of days off work, too, and won’t have to drag himself up after like 5 hours of sleep. Glad to get him home, and Mirrors didn’t want to let him go to sleep 😻
It hasn’t been very sunny there either the past few days since the heat finally broke, and I was kind of surprised to see how red his face/neck and arms still were. And then he said something about how how he turned red and started peeling some, but he didn’t really burn! 🤔
To me, “turn anywhere close to that red, and then start shedding skin” constitutes a pretty bad sunburn. That’s the worst level I’ve ever had. (And that usually from pulling dumb shit like staying on/around water all day at the beginning of the summer.) Not sure I want to see what degree of crispy critterness he would call a Real Sunburn.
And that was with his remembering to take along SPF 50, and apparently using some of it. Good thing, since I didn’t think to give him any.
But yeah, very different skin types with reactions to UV exposure. I’m aware of this, to the point that I was basically chasing him around with a bottle of sunblock in Spain. (While I stopped using a lower SPF after a couple of days, with some tan already going in.) He’s come back lobstery from Seattle before, not even in full summer.
Still, I get startled when “turning red and peeling” doesn’t even qualify as a burn by someone’s standards 😨 Ouch.
Oh my. Just reminded of an actually kind of funny thing that happened 5 or 6 years ago.
I got a call one day from a hair shop I hadn’t been to for a long time, because I had been letting my hair grow out for at least a year by that point. But, they called to inform me that I had missed an appointment that afternoon, and would I like to reschedule?
Somebody must have just made a mistake and grabbed an old appointment book. That’s the best I could figure.
But, my first thought there? Jfc, my mother has done it AGAIN. I had mentioned at some point that one stylist there had done a really good job with my hair, so this time she actually made a goddamned international call because she decided I needed something done with my hair. And didn’t even tell me about the appointment she made. It figures.
Wait a minute, she’s dead. Probably not, though I wouldn’t put it past her to figure out how to…
But yeah, that really was my immediate thought there.
While of course I could do anything I wanted to with my hair, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to hear about it incessantly if she didn’t like the cut. Not so much the color, for some odd reason, but the cut.
And she did indeed take it upon herself to schedule appointments for me without asking, besides bugging me to do it. Because my hair looked AWFUL.
The last time was when I was back home for months, and well into my 30s. I just didn’t go that time, and left her to explain it to them. You can maybe imagine how well that went over. I knew how it would go, and did it anyway.
But yeah, terrible boundaries.
At least I got a dark laugh out of that particular incident, though.
Reminded of this again, with one post that came across my dash.
There are about as many ways to act controlling and overly concerned about how other people’s appearances might reflect on you, as there are people. And the more covert ones aren’t necessarily much fun to deal with either.
Not too surprisingly, mine took pretty much the same approach to clothes. While I could wear anything I wanted, by golly would I keep getting nagged about it if she didn’t like the style or didn’t think it was “flattering” enough 😩
That pattern stood out even more after I moved out from under other daily influence there–and that crap went into overdrive whenever she saw me. It wasn’t nearly that intense when I was in my teens. Which made too much sense, in a rather sad way.
That same trip where (in my 30s) I just didn’t go to the hair appointment she made without consulting me, I finally said fuck it and gave myself a haircut. Partly because I was just that exasperated, and partly because I didn’t want to (a) face that hairdresser after the awkwardness or (b) try to find another one who wouldn’t butcher it. (Especially with curly hair. Might end up like Larry, Moe, AND Curly on different parts of my head from the same cut. Wouldn’t be the first time.)
Getting pushed into acting like a rebellious kid when you’re getting treated like one (more than when you were an actual kid) may have had something to do with it, too 🙄 I obviously cared a lot less what it looked like than she did, by that point. It’s my head.
Anyway, I didn’t expect that to shut her up. At all. But, I also didn’t expect the mental health concern trolling rant she went off on 😵 “Are you on drugs?! Well, it looks like you badly need to be on more!”–with variations for at least half an hour straight. She knew very well that she did not have the same power to sic mental health professionals on me anymore, and have them automatically side with her. Especially over something that plain ridiculous. (And, thankfully, so did I by then.)
But, she felt a need to threaten it at length. Over a haircut she didn’t like, when I was over 30. (!) And somehow expected me not to just go home and leave her to it. (That took a while longer, because they did still need help looking after my grandmother. But, that behavior did help the decision. Wasn’t really accomplishing much beyond getting driven crazy.)
Anyway, I guess I am still harboring some anger over that garbage. Besides its just seeming surreal.
But, I’m really glad to be living with somebody who doesn’t really care if I have any hair, much less what the details might be. There are also reasons I tend to err on the side of just not saying anything about people’s appearances, particularly unsolicited–and no matter who they are. That’s up to them. It’s really not my concern.
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