here's the thing about telling people to CW things:
1. CWs literally, logically cannot be a one-size-fits-all, universal norm. Humans are not limited to needing warnings for "predictable" subjects, or any small/reasonable set of things, at all. any aspect of a traumatic memory can become retraumatizing; my go-to example is someone who pointed out they're triggered by schoolbuses. should everyone, everywhere CW photos of schoolbuses? I don't think so! it's impractical, and how are the vast majority of people supposed to figure out that's a thing?
But if someone in your circles asks you to CW schoolbuses, you can certainly CW schoolbuses. CW conventions CAN be effective when tailored for the needs of a specific community, but this means CW conventions Need to be different between different groups. why?
2. Attempts to be exhaustive about CWs aren't just logically doomed to fail, they're inaccessible.
a. If the rate of CWs is too high, people's ability to make decisions gets overloaded.
Today was my first day back teaching after the break. So far:
Pros: it was actually really good to see my students again and get back into it after the holidays, also tomorrow Year 7 have to tell me their favourite bone in the human body
Cons: I arrive at school when it's dark, leave school when it's dark, and only see the sun through the classroom windows. Also, I wanna go to sleep at 7pm. Winter is annoying.
"I wish to return this time machine."
"It is not accurate!"
"The circuits are calibrated to-"
"I mean what it shows is not accurate!"
"Women warriors wielding swords!"
"Yes? Documented in-"
"Black people in Europe!"
"Yes, there has always-"
#MicroFiction #TootFic #SmallStories
housing, weird landlords
update: after Yet Another Weird Incident with my strange landlord who just happens to live with us and goes in our rooms unannounced, I have said, "fuck it", and decided to look for another house. even if it means doing the house-finding myself and looking for people to buddy up with. wish me luck, y'all. the london housing market is not kind.
unpleasant family emotions, anxiety, homophobia
hello today is my LAST DAY at my family house! In four hours I fly out! I may have had a bit of a breakdown yesterday where I had to have friends text me reminders that being gay is NOT all misery and shame and perversion, BUT. I have survived.
Almost home, folks.
Today's the last day of term! I've officially survived first term of teacher training!
Greatest achievements so far:
- told year 7 all about Rosalind Franklin, and they of their free will put her in their posters over Watson & Crick
- was honest with my tutors about health, appointments, & when I needed extensions
- convinced year 9 that redox reactions were a "Christmas lesson", and it... actually kind of worked?
work & anxiety talk
Hello! I would like everyone to know that I survived my observation, and... I think it went ok? Still waiting on my formal feedback, but my tutor seemed to think it went well. (I also straight up asked him at one point, "Am I doing okay? Because I'm very stressed about everything as a fact of existence.")
I know it's the middle of the month, but—showing off my December #bujo spreads, bc I was really happy with them.
[cw: mentions of homophobia, racism, ableism]
Hey y'all I graduated this week! I'm not sharing pictures of the actual graduation bc the family made me wear a dress & I'm too butch for that, but: here's a picture with fluffy socks.
Your local brown lesbian got through in a super white, super male physics department that was shit at any accommodations, and made some incredible friends in the process too.
Don't let anyone tell you a physicist can't look like this.
combating internalised ableism, mild ableist language
Hands down, the best thing I’ve done recently to improve my life has been to try my best to remove ableist language from my parlance. Instead of saying “stupid”, “dumb”, or somesuch, (which are slurs used against all sorts of neurodivergent folks), I think for a minute and reframe with what is *actually* the issue I’m upset with — for example, “that’s a *practically unfeasible* idea.”
[cw: anxiety talk, dreams, homophobia?]
I mean thankfully my actual observation is definitely going to be less stressful than the dream (in the dream, I was back at home, but still dressed v butch; being observed by this strange teacher I haven't spoken to in years, and also there was a power cut halfway) & my actual tutor is a sweetheart and v understanding, so it should be ok, but. Stress.
your friendly local hijabi lesbian. journal enthusiast, professional space nerd, secondary school science teacher, and provider of chai.
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