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"I’m studying music therapy. I just finished observing a music program for children with disabilities, and I’m taking notes."
"So what’s something you observed?"
"Many of the children had some form of autism. And it seemed that playing music together gave them the satisfaction of contributing to a group and forming relationships, without the pressure of having to speak or maintain eye contact."

How To Know If Your Binder is Causing Harm



Even with a proper binder a person can get injuries. For a long time I thought that the pain I was feeling was just normal discomfort from binding but I was wrong.

  • You are being bruised
  • You are unable to take a full, deep breath
  • You are in excruciating pain at the end of the day: discomfort…

I’m going to add that sudden stabbing pains (even if they aren’t super intense) while a binder is on or off can indicate a small fracture in bone or a cartilage tear.

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via adderalldust)

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My lungs are on fire and I can’t stop crying. Every emotion and fear is wracking through my body and I can’t stop it. These flashbacks and this hatred of my body is killing me so excruciatingly slowly.

When she was 7, a boy pushed her on the playground.

She fell headfirst into the dirt and came up with a mouthful of gravel and lines of blood chasing each other down her legs.

When she told her teacher what happened, she laughed and said “boys will be boys honey don’t let it bother you. He probably just thinks you’re cute.”

But the thing is, when you tell a little girl who has rocks in her teeth and scabs on her knees that hurt and attention are the same, you teach her that boys show their affection through aggression and she grows into a young woman who constantly mistakes the two. Because no one ever taught her the difference.

“Boys will be boys” turns into “that’s how he shows his love” and bruises start to feel like the imprint of lips.

She goes to school with a busted mouth in high school and says she was hit with a basketball instead of his fist. The one adult she tells scolds her “you know he loses his temper easily. Why the hell did you have to provoke him?”

So she shrinks. Folds into herself, flinches every time a man raises his voice.

By the time she’s 16 she’s learned her job well; be quiet, be soft, be easy. Don’t give him a reason. But for all her efforts, he still finds one.
“Boys will be boys” rings in her head. “Boys will be boys. He doesn’t mean it. He can’t help it”.

She’s 7 years old on the playground again with a mouth full of rocks and blood that tastes like copper love, because boys will be boys baby, don’t you know? That’s just how he shows he cares.
She’s 18 now and they’re drunk. In the split second it takes for her words to enter his ears they’re ruined, like a glass heirloom being dropped between the hands of generations.

She meant them to open his arms but they curl his fists and suddenly his hands are on her and her head hits the wall and all of the goddamn words in the world couldn’t save them in this moment.

She touches the bruise the next day.

Boys will be boys.

Aggression, affection, violence, love.

How does she separate them when she learned so early that they’re inextricably bound, tangled in a constant tug-of-war?

She draws tally marks on her walls ratios of kisses to bruises. One entire side of her bedroom turns purple, one entire side of her body.

Boys will be boys will be boys will be boys.

When she’s 20, a boy touches her hips and she jumps. He asks her who the hell taught her to be scared like that and she wants to laugh. Doesn’t he know that boys will be boys?

it took her 13 years to unlearn that lesson from the playground.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is i will talk until my voice is hoarse so that my little sister understands that aggression and affection are two entirely separate things. Baby they exist in difference universes.

My niece can’t even speak yet but I think I’ll start with her now. Don’t ever accept the excuse that boys will be boys. Don’t ever let him put his hands on you like that. If you see hate blazing in his eyes, don’t you ever confuse it with love.

Baby, love won’t hurt when it comes. You won’t have to hide it under long sleeves during the summer and the only reason he should ever reach out his hand is to hold yours.
Fortesa Latifi - Boys Will Be Boys (And Why That Is The Stupidest Thing You Could Ever Say To A Little Girl). (via stormmea1ov3)

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Comedian John Pinette dies in Pittsburgh, Pa., hotel

Pittsburgh Post-Gazette: Comedian John Pinette was found dead in a Pittsburgh, Pa., hotel room, authorities say. He was 50.

A medical examiner’s office supervisor said he had been suffering liver and heart disease and that his death was due to natural causes.

The Boston native appeared in films including “Duets,” “Dear God,” “The Punisher” and “Junior.” Pinette also guest-starred on the series finale of “Seinfeld,” playing the role of a carjacking victim, whose predicament leads to the show’s main characters to be charged with violating the “good Samaritan” law.

Photo: Comedian John Pinette performs as part of CMT presents “Ron White’s Comedy Salute to the Troops” at The Grand Ole Opry in February 2012 in Nashville, Tenn. (Rick Diamond/Getty Images for CMT)

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