Marijuana is its own special category, but club drugs (which for some reason include date rape drugs), inhalants and steroids are all in a "miscellaneous" category together?...
I agree, but I don’t think D.A.R.E. was dumb. It was just difficult to hear the personal opinions that officers had of people who had been on particular drugs that are so often used in a hospital setting. Between the time I was an infant to the time I was ten, I had already been hospitalized for various illnesses and injuries that sometimes required hospital grade medications. Try telling a third grade kid that she is a bad person because the hospital put her on intravenous pain medication after having both her radius and ulna completely broken in a fall from the school’s playground equipment.
On a side note, after so many hospitalizations in my life, I absolutely hate people who use drugs for fun.
I don’t think it was dumb to educate children about the dangers of drug abuse. What I think is dumb, is the new program they have created to replace D.A.R.E. That program has representatives that stand outside of stores, pestering shoppers for donations, and when the shoppers decline, the representatives say things like, “guess you choose drugs!” while fake coughing to mask their remarks. That’s immature and unprofessional. D.A.R.E. was more professional.
D.A.R.E. never hurt me. Sorry it seems like the program did something abusive to you personally. You could always file a police report about it, if it was that bad. It’s not like the officers who led it were abusive drug users in our lives, sent to the classroom to beat us with belts, or closed fists. If your biggest gripe from childhood is a bunch of drug abuse resistance education officers, lecturing you for less than one hour, then you had a pretty privileged childhood.
Well, I had D.A.R.E., and unless someone put something in my food, or stuck me with something, I haven’t used illegal recreational drugs. I say illegal recreational drugs, because I can’t be held responsible for what the hospitals have given me in surgeries, and during labor/delivery. I don’t blame D.A.R.E. for the things that have happened to me in my life.
D.A.R.E. pretty much defined all of the drugs and their side effects, so children could be educated about drugs. Nothing they said about types of drugs, their uses, or their side effects was medically incorrect. I don’t know why you’re calling it dumb.
I’m sorry, did you say YOU make me uncomfortable? Because putting words in my mouth does that. I didn’t say anything about being uncomfortable before that.
Hey look, if you want to say D.A.R.E. was dumb, and you would rather have a lifestyle that includes recreational drug use, who am I to stop you? I just think you would feel differently if you were in the hospital, for some surgery, or emergency, and had to have some of those drugs given to you intravenously. I doubt you’d go looking for more of them after an experience like that. You’d be looking for a garbage can to puke the next morning, and crying about having a splitting headache from hell. You’d be crying because you want to eat food, but can’t trust your stomach to handle it. Go have your “fun”, and denounce programs like D.A.R.E. Maybe you’ll feel differently if you find yourself in a hospital recovery room one day.
I had been debating it. I have been separated from my husband for years, and he has allowed his friends to use his identity and personal property while apart. I don’t really know if that’s legal, because they also carry his ID in their wallet at times. They would also threaten to have me labeled as crazy if I told police...
They look similar, but the wedding photo really reveals the differences. His friends are mostly Scottish and Irish, like I am, and it shows in their features. My husband is pretty much only Eastern European. He is very pale, and does not freckle at all.
That’s what I thought. Since he attended arbitration and said he would be attending the last court date, they said it couldn’t move on without him. I was there, and they tried to mark us both absent. I pleaded with the court to let it go through, despite his absence. They said he had to be there.
I thought he was doing so as either a cruel joke on me, or as a means of trading places so he could see some other woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if he is found to be living with some other woman now, with a new family on the side.
They would come in with his wallet, keys, and were driving his car between about 2012 and 2017. They would usually yell at me, and start taking food from the fridge. One of them made himself a sandwich, sat at our kitchen table, and then gave himself a EPI pen injection between screaming at me and eating his snack. The EPI pen was left on the table by my husband, who had experienced an allergic reaction in 2012. I never knew when they were going to be using the place! They would either leave, immediately after that, or I would leave and go to my mom’s house.
So why not just call the cops? They don’t look that much like my husband. They have a full beard that is a chestnut color. My husband CANNOT grow a full beard to save his life, and he can even tell you that. His facial hair is not a chestnut brown, either. It is really obvious when they try to use his identity, but to a stranger that cards them, or asks for ID, they would probably overlook it. I have tried so many times to explain this to strangers, and they just don’t seem to understand, or care. As soon as his friends would walk into my apartment, or my house (that I later bought), I would start packing a bag. I would begin gathering things for my children, placing it in bags and diaper bags, in preparation to stay at my mom’s house. I felt like I was being chased out of my own home!
At one point, in 2014, I called his mom about it. One of them came in to my house, with his wallet, phone, and keys, and announced he was staying the night. I called his mom and told her that. His mom said something was going on, but that I should just go along with it. She actually discouraged me from calling the police about them. They began using his things long-term, after 2014. I filed for divorce in 2015, after my husband choked me in our house during a disagreement. We had been discussing my newborn daughter, just days after I had birthed her. He became upset, grabbed me by the face and throat, and shoved my daughter’s small knitted hat down my throat, while I was holding her in my arms. I called the police and they cited him, as well as fingerprinted him. I still have a copy of the temporary restraining order that was in place against him.
Our divorce was dismissed, despite this. I was pressured by several people, even my aunt, to reconcile with him, for the sake of the children. We later got back together, due to all of the family pressure. We sold our house. My husband was there for that event. We then bought another house, and my husband was there for that, too. He met the realtor with me.
Soon after we moved into that house, he disappeared. His friends were suddenly there, using his things, within a couple of months. I wasn’t given an explanation, or any notice! All I can figure is that he calls his friends when he needs to leave. Either he is in trouble, or he just wants to go have fun without any of his responsibilities stopping him from doing that.
My husband and I are opposite types. He really liked to party, and was into different things before I met him. He has been to raves, and has told me about the things he did at raves that weren’t exactly legal. I didn’t like to party. I still don’t. I liked to stay home and study in my early twenties. I loved college. He hated it, and dropped out. I am a morning person. He prefers to be a night owl and play video games at night. I’d rather go to bed early. It wouldn’t surprise me if he was into something that was illegal and it resulted in him needing to share his identity with his friends. I began to suspect that he was into drugs at one point because he claimed he took all of his pain meds in one day, after having a vasectomy through the spousal coverage on my health insurance plan. I tried to have him donate blood with me, several times. I usually go every eight weeks when I am in my local area. He would always refuse. He began telling me that his ex gf would never ask him to do that, and begin telling me how she was JW. He even began talking to her online, through social media. It sounded like they met up between a couple of his evening appointments, when he worked as a salesman. Maybe that is the person he is with now. Who knows.
Since he and his friends outnumber me, no one seems to care when I complain about any of this. He’s popular, and has a bunch of friends and family covering for him. They can just make me seem like I’m overreacting if they all band together. I’m just the nagging wife that’s weighing him down if I ruin his party.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I hired a marriage counselor in 2013, and drove my husband to marriage counseling. He didn’t want to go. My insurance through my job covered it, and once I explained that if we didn’t go, it would probably lead to us getting divorced, he agreed to go. I think we went to one or two sessions, and then he didn’t want to go anymore.
It only cost the cat his reproductive organs to attain this. His only claim to financial fame was selling his balls to the town veterinarian. Now he owns at least two humans that wait on him, hand and foot.
It isn’t. If you’ve ever been raped in your sleep, by someone, then you’d understand. My husband knew that his half brother’s dad raped me in my sleep when visiting our apartment years ago. I thought my son was my husband’s son. My husband later told me what happened to me that night.
I went to sleep, and my husband let that person into our apartment to hang out. At some point, the guy found his way to our bedroom where I was already asleep, because I had to go to work the next morning. Apparently, my sort of situation isn’t that rare.
The guy who did it used to brag that he could put his dog to sleep by holding down its jugular, usually in a headlock, until it passed out. He use to brag about this, in an addition to all of the Krav Maga he knew. I don’t exactly know what happened to me. All I know is, I was asleep. I’m grateful for my son. I love my son very much. It’s just often awkward to explain to people who weren’t there when that happened. I usually just keep it to myself. My husband use to make comments about it all the time. In fact, when my son was born, he kept complaining that NJ (the guy’s initials for anonymity here), should be there at the hospital. He hadn’t explained what happened to me, at that point, so I was really confused. Why would I want my brother in law’s dad there, right?
Anyway, I usually give up on explaining it to other people, because it’s usually met with a lot of angry disbelief. I usually tell people if they don’t believe me, they can just go ask my husband. Unfortunately, all of aftermath of my son’s birth led to us separating multiple times. I want court ordered dna tests, but I have no idea where NJ is, and I have been told that NJ is not even the name that is on that guy’s actual birth certificate. When my son eventually takes a test like ancestry.com’s dna test, it will link his paternal relatives to him. Through that, everyone will eventually realize it was NJ that made him, even if NJ is probably not in the ancestry.com system with his own dna sample.
Yep. Obscenities and anger. That is usually the type of responses I receive when trying to address this issue. It is usually male commenters that want me to shut up, and are trying to make me remove my comment. I hope your girlfriend or wife doesn’t have this same experience involving being violated in her sleep. Perhaps with someone like you, as a partner, she will just be forced to keep it to herself, even if you witnessed the assault occur. Oh well. Not my problem, I guess. I’m just another Lemmy reader who doesn’t want to see that happen to another woman. Don’t mind me.
The guy who did it was related to the chief of police, who is now the mayor of the city in which my husband and I resided. I also learned that the man who raped me is related to me. My mother is trying to cover it all up now, and wants me to shut up about it. I know it doesn’t seem reasonable, but dna testing would really support what I’m saying.
No, my husband isn’t their dad. He and I already established that. I don’t think you understand what I am trying to explain. Please read my original comment.
Spouse and I have a discussion on what to do after you pour a sauce out of a glass bottle. I do nothing but my wife takes her finger and wipes the excess from the bottle before she puts the lid back on. I think touching the food is disgusting and she thinks leaving it there to gum up the lid is disgusting. What do people do?
If it’s hot sauce, I typically use a napkin to wipe away the residual amount that runs down the neck of the bottle. That’s the only condiment that seems to have that problem. I don’t think I’ve ever had ketchup, mustard, or bbq sauce leak from a bottle so badly that it required me to clean the bottle after using it.
I’m kidding here, but the similarities are odd. The weather is always between 70F and 85F all year round. The biggest threat to you on the island are apples. You shouldn’t eat the apples that grow on the island; the small green ones are poisonous. Oh, and it isn’t easy to immigrate there. It’s a place where only few...
Charles Darwin did not create the idea of social Darwinism, though. He suggested the biological evolution of species over time. People often pair the two ideas together because his last name is part of the word “Darwinism”.
He is now denying the validity of dna tests. I don’t want to say the past 35 years of having him treat me worse than he treats his sister had anything to do with his assumptions of my dna, but he was upset to learn that I am more Irish than him. I wonder what he thought of my mother before these results…
He wasn’t a pastor in tribal land, was he? That would have been awkward.
I’m just glad I was never awarded any scholarship based upon being Native American. How bad would it have been if I had traced my supposed heritage to the point of applying for one of those tribal citizenship cards? That would have been humiliating!
You can delete your dna after submitting it and viewing your results. Most dna sites have that option. Just curious, what are you afraid someone would do with your dna results? The government in America already keeps dna results on all babies born in the 80’s and later.
You have more to risk by joining NDMP to be a bone marrow donor, but in that case you’d probably want them to use your dna to find patients you could help. I honestly think everyone should join NDMP. I don’t work for them, or have anything to gain from their organization. I just think everyone should join and help people with cancer.
After seeing these countries in my dna map, and having visited many of them in winter, I have to admit, if I ever won some huge amount of lottery money, I would return to those places and gather any homeless locals off the curb and try to help them become Americans. Have you ever been to a country where you literally watched people freeze to death on the street, because no city in the country is warm enough to survive outside during winter? I love Ireland, but I don’t love the fact that some of their locals die on the street by freezing death. The problem isn’t just one country. Even London made the news for having homeless suffering outside this winter. They can’t just bus their homeless to a warmer city. There is no warmer city in those countries. I feel for the governments there. I know they’re overwhelmed already, but it’s inhumane to let people freeze to death on the street without an option to move to a warmer location.
No, it’s a temporary solution. When local governments can’t provide temporary housing, like shelters, and the weather is below freezing, they sometimes opt to bus the homeless to cities where it is warmer.
It was unusual to see Texas take the opposite approach to the migrant situation and bus them to cities where it was colder during winter. Then again, those weren’t American citizens, and it was a different situation than busing American homeless people. I don’t know. I just think that no one deserves to freeze to death on the street, in any country.
It’s about family. A lot of Irish people are related. It was really disappointing to see so many Irish people dying in the cold, sleeping on the street, years ago. I’m sorry you think everything is about race.
Ireland is not like America. They would have a better chance at improving their situation in America. Ireland does offer help for those in need, but they have a housing crisis worse than America has. It is also difficult to get a job in Ireland. Try to get a job in Ireland some time. They will be very interested to know who your family is, and why you’re applying for a job at a place that is owned, operated, or managed by someone else’s family.
The pool cleaning device is usually in the shallow end in the mornings. It has a tube that leads down from the wall. The mouse might have stood a chance if it was able to climb that tube.
He recently hurt his back so badly that I had to help him get in and out of bed at night, and in the morning. When I was pregnant with my son, my foot broke because I fell down a ramp at work. I had to be placed in a boot and given a wheelchair because I couldn’t balance on crutches. I spent the night at his house, after that happened, and their hallway was too narrow for my wheelchair to fit. I asked for help and was told to stop complaining. I had to crawl to the toilet, down the hallway, because no one would help me. He brags about he used to intern at a hospital when he was in college. His job? Helping patients when the doctors placed them in traction with broken legs. I refuse to believe this man is my biological father. I swear he had someone else spit in an ancestry dna tube and just registered the tube to his email account.
When someone broke into my house, ransacked it, and left, I thought it was my husband. We were separated in 2013, and had agreed to live apart, and even to date other people. I had a restraining order against him, because he physically abused me. We reconciled, and he told me he didn’t break into the house. No one seemed to...
UPDATE: It could have been unrelated to all of this, but after I was released early from training today, I turned down a rural road to go home, in my vehicle. It was the same road I took to go to training today. I looked back in my mirror, and noticed a vehicle was tailgating me. I didn’t think anything of it, until I saw the lightbar on top of the vehicle. The vehicle tailgating me was law enforcement. I was going the speed limit on that rural road, and so was a truck in front of me.
The law enforcement vehicle proceeded to tail gate me for over a mile, at a low speed. The vehicle then passed me, pretty much cut me off, and began tailgating the truck in front of me, until turning right, two intersections after tailing him (or her).
As the law enforcement vehicle turned, I noticed it was a local sheriff’s SUV with a K-9 decal on the rear passenger side. The law enforcement vehicle, did not accelerate. It continued at the same speed that it was going when it was tailgating me, or so it appeared.
Should I be concerned, or let it go? This is part of the reason why I am hesitant to walk into their office and report my spouse as potentially missing. Just my luck, I will walk in, and be face to face with one of my ex boyfriends from my years spent in high school, and he won’t take any report seriously, or care. He might even make my life a living hell for trying to file a report.
The way my daughter's middle school health class classifies drugs is insane. ( lemmy.world )
Marijuana is its own special category, but club drugs (which for some reason include date rape drugs), inhalants and steroids are all in a "miscellaneous" category together?...
So I sent an email to the police asking if I should report my husband missing.
I had been debating it. I have been separated from my husband for years, and he has allowed his friends to use his identity and personal property while apart. I don’t really know if that’s legal, because they also carry his ID in their wallet at times. They would also threaten to have me labeled as crazy if I told police...
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Ladies if all the men of the world disappeared for 24 hours, they are fine they will come back, BUT during those 24 hours what are YOU doing?
This question has been around for a while but I'm curious as to your answer
Do you clean the opening on your glass bottles?
Spouse and I have a discussion on what to do after you pour a sauce out of a glass bottle. I do nothing but my wife takes her finger and wipes the excess from the bottle before she puts the lid back on. I think touching the food is disgusting and she thinks leaving it there to gum up the lid is disgusting. What do people do?
The Garden of Eden was based on The Galápagos Islands.
I’m kidding here, but the similarities are odd. The weather is always between 70F and 85F all year round. The biggest threat to you on the island are apples. You shouldn’t eat the apples that grow on the island; the small green ones are poisonous. Oh, and it isn’t easy to immigrate there. It’s a place where only few...
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He is now denying the validity of dna tests. I don’t want to say the past 35 years of having him treat me worse than he treats his sister had anything to do with his assumptions of my dna, but he was upset to learn that I am more Irish than him. I wonder what he thought of my mother before these results…
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This little guy and his frog friend decided to go for a swim in the pool. ( lemmy.world )
Both mouse and frog were rescued this morning around 6:40AM, after found in the deep end of a pool.
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My elderly relative is already growing frustrated with her. He suggested putting her outside again.
I have been stalked and harassed for at least 11 years
When someone broke into my house, ransacked it, and left, I thought it was my husband. We were separated in 2013, and had agreed to live apart, and even to date other people. I had a restraining order against him, because he physically abused me. We reconciled, and he told me he didn’t break into the house. No one seemed to...