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This made me so fucking angry I have to inflict it on all of you.
what’s the punchline here
wait
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My brain, having a meltdown like a toddler: I just can’t do it! I don’t want to !! I can’t!!
Me, parenting my tired toddler brain: Take a deep breath, it’s going to be ok. We don’t have to do everything today that’s overwhelming you. Let’s pick the most important thing to work on, ok? What’s the smallest step we can do to work towards that?
My toddler brain, wiping away tears: Um, I think we should…open up the important spreadsheet and look at the first row.
Me, parenting my tired toddler brain: Great! Let’s do that, and then we can have a popsicle, ok?
My toddler brain: *nods through drying tears, upset, but cooperative*THIS IS HOW YOU MINDFULLY ACCEPT YOUR THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, THOUGH.
I’m a clinical psychologist, and I use this example with literally everyone I work with where the goal is to give thoughts and feelings space in a non-judgmental way. We literally never grow out of this need for compassion, but when we become adults we must become skilled in giving that same compassion to ourselves.
This is emotional regulation and as an ADHD person who grew up in an ADHD household, I *had no idea how it worked or how to do it* until I started working with my current therapist who was like, “actually relying purely on forcing yourself to do the things that make you sad or upset is not actually a sustainable approach”
(via scarletdisciple)
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christmas eve what about christmas adam
happy christmas adam to all men’s rights activists
Please stop pestering us with things like this. This has nothing to do with men fighting for their rights. Eve is short for ‘evening’. Please don’t turn activism into a joke. Thanks.
Someone isn’t having a good christmas adam
Christmas Adam: December 23rd. Comes before Christmas Eve and is generally unsatisfying.
Happy Christmas Adam everyone
(via theseancequeen)
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Love the temper tantrum at the start of 8
(via werewolfmunchies)
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Yesterday, one of my preschoolers came up to me very concerned, and said, “Miss ____, this book doesn’t have any pages!”
Now, this kid is only three, and I can’t always understand what he says because he’s still so little. However, he carries himself and has the conversational lilt of an 80-year-old academic, so I absolutely believed him. Also, like any library, not all of our books have been as gently used as one might like, so there’s always a chance that the pages of the book this kid was holding actually had fallen out somewhere, and he was only holding the cover. I hurried over to see if this was the case and he opened the book for me, still very concerned.
He had only opened to the end sheet, that blank page at the front of a book. I turned the page for him to reveal the title page. This look of absolute relief crossed his face and he went, “Oh, silly me. I didn’t look hard enough!”
I love kids.
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