Thank Some One Who Helped You Get Where You Are.

Day 2? Something that makes me happy?

Happy?

Well I’ve mentioned this before but the happiest place for me on earth is the camp I go to each summer. And though that camp is closing this summer, it will always be my 2nd home.

The memories will bring me joy, the hikes, the kayaking, the swimming, the games and the nights in front of the fire, and amazing never ending love and family.

That’s the thing that makes me happy.

ron’s gone wrong was AMAZING, holy crap. why isn’t anyone else talking about this movie? i’ve only found like, 3 fanarts?? and all the stuff in the tag is just news?

this movie is already underrated imo, and it’s RT score deserves to be WAY higher. it’s so funny, it’s emotional, the animation is spectacular. can’t believe this is only locksmith’s first movie!!! i think any movie with the voice of jack dylan grazer is gonna have me laughing like a hyena.

i think it coming out the same year as the mitchells vs. the machines hurt it tbh, and it never really had any huge expensive PR campaigns and/or drama.

but GOD this movie deserves all the buzz. go see it.

“Lilo and Stitch” 2002

Deleted Scene

Lilo plays a trick on the tourists.

My foot has been hurting for the last five days and is making it agonizing to try and do my PT.

Nothing looks wrong, it’s not a joint (I think?)

It doesn’t hurt all the time but if I bend my foot up towards my ankle it hurts or point it.

This is weird

I don’t think I’ve talked much about having a service dog on here, but maybe I should

Boom used to be my service dog, I got him the summer before my last year of high school bcuz I needed a nurse 24/7 to ensure I could eat/sleep/stay alive due to a recent very traumatizing event in my life and my mom came up with the service dog idea.

Getting him was hard. And expensive. No trainers were up to my standards. I, who could barely take care of myself, had to train my own dog. The problem is no matter how hard I worked, my own family or other trainers would ruin it all by messing up my commands, by letting my dog do things I had trained him not to do. It wasn’t training anymore, I ended up simply having breakdowns because everyone kept ruining my dog. People close to me thought they could be an exception to the rules I had taught my MEDICAL AID because surely my DOG would learn the difference between them and strangers.

Eventually I brought him to school. Printed papers explaining what a service dog was and how to behave around him and I plastered them all over the place.

People barked at him, petted him, tried to grab his attention.

His harness was hot pink, patches and signs on it that very clearly said “DO NOT TOUCH” and shit like that.

Someone defaced one of the papers.

Going to school was already hard, I could barely leave the house, my mom had to accompany me to the school doors every morning and then a social worker at school would greet me there and take care of me throughout the day.

I had my own locker at a floor mostly unoccupied so I wouldn’t see other people much and my dog wouldn’t be too distracted.

But it was still to much and I ended up dropping out four months before graduation.

I couldn’t leave the house. I had Boom but he wasn’t perfect yet. People kept ruining him.

But eventually I managed to leave the house. Go to a shopping mall from time to time with him to just walk and have fun.

Too many times people came up to me to tell me the gear I used was hurting my dog. Too many times people came up to me to tell me that their own dog died. Too many people came up to him and pet him without even acknowledging my presence. Too many people telling me they wished they could bring their pets anywhere. Too many people disrespecting me and my service dog.

I stopped going out. I stopped being with my dog.

All this stress and trauma drove a wedge between my dog and I. I consider him my mother’s dog now.

I had to learn to handle myself alone when I went out. It took me years to learn to go out by myself. Only last year I started doing that.

My dog doesn’t live in my room with me anymore.

Having a service dog did still save my life. But those around me ruined that. They made it about themselves. They prioritized my dog over me. My dog that LOVES working. If you tell him “do you want to go to work” chances are he’ll get so excited he will attempt to do a backflip.

We used to have a deep bond. That bond is now broken. People took that from us.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is:

Let people and their service dogs alone.

You are not an exception.

You are not special.

You are disrupting the dog’s training and distracting it.

You are endangering a human life because you can’t resist petting the cute dog.

This isn’t about you. This is about a disabled person trying to simply live their lives.

You don’t know what you’re talking about, your advice is unsolicited and lacks understanding of what the life of a working dog is.

Just leave us alone.

I wanna change my profile picture but I don’t know to what. I’m just really unhappy with my picture.

Hm.

For those out their with heds that use mobility devices, what device do you use and what was the point that made it a need ? I’m so tired and I’m pain on the daily in either my hips, knees or ankles (and that’s only below the waist)

I’m dependent on my parents for getting care and they are relatively supportive as disability is common in our family but my mom seems reluctant to even discuss the possibility that I may need an aid.

Any advice?

(Also going to the doctor this week to ask about symptoms of pots I’ve been having for years and stomach problems)

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charlie dalton is a closeted sex repulsed/neutral asexual.

i'm not taking criticism.