What a strange and wonderful coincidence. I've been plagued with bouts of aphasia during Psychiatric episodes and have a history of trauma selective mutism. I personally found that using American Sign Language was an effective way for me to communicate even when I couldn't always express myself otherwise. A mixture of pantomime and ASL.

I think that would help others with your mom's condition.

I have a theory that the more spite a thing (person or animal) has, the longer it lives and I think Miffy would agree.

God damn it, man.

It has been a morning of feels trips. I would never go back to that life but living on SSDI and food stamps while not able to even find section 8 housing or afford to live alone is fuckin worse than it was on the streets, man. At least on the streets, I could hustle and make connections and I was always taken care of in some way.

But, then you fuck out of that life to gain stability and you find out that stability fuckin sucks. Being broke every day sucks.

This made me think of a time where I wasn't struggling financially, so thank you.

The scariest part of this story was that it reminded me of an unfortunately vivid memory of finding out my bf at the time had a thing for feet by just taking my entire foot in the middle of sex and just.. shoving all of my toes in his mouth.. as if him deep throating my foot would have gone over well.

There are quite a few cryptids that use mimicry as a lure throughout different cultures, regions, and religions. Which one this OP ran into would mostly have to be narrowed down by giving a location and finding the cryptid that fit that area. It could be a fleshgait, a mimic, a skinwaller, a windigo or something else entirely.

According to pre-human and early human accounts, these beings have been around far longer than we have and will almost definitely be here far after us as well. Being that cryptids are still living beings in a sense, they're able to evolve to adapt to the environments around them and where they hunt (and also how they hunt).

The worst part is that I live in what 29 palms will look like in 20 years if they stop using it for training. I live near MARCH AFRB. Dead base. Dead town. Dead desert. Dead dry. Dead hot.

The air force wizened up and decided to fuck off somewhere better than here and now Amazon is using the base for packages.

We have MiraMar Naval Base that puts on the best air show in the US every year and then.. we have our shitstain mostly desert camp Pendleton and that's basically how people THINK Southern California looks like vs. What most of Southern California ACTUALLY looks like.

Nobody would guess that I live in Southern California if I told them that today my mailman didn't come to my street because the wild donkeys were blocking the road.

Every beach city, but especially San Diego, has been overrun by RVs. They're technically homeless unless we consider RVs to be homes (which, we do now, I guess). As someone who was homeless in a far less forgiving part of SoCal, I say live and let live but damn are them LA, OC, and SD residents mad as shit about it. Sometimes, I wanna ask them whether they'd like the homeless to go back to tents or if RVs are more presentable.

Leave it to the Crayola consumer to suggest an animal that doesn't even reside in California let alone in the desert that is 29 palms.

Meh. I always say that there are people in this world who just need to get punched in the face one time as a direct result of their actions. SO many people would benefit from it because it humbles you really quickly and even if privately you maintain that tough facade, you're much nicer in public which is subjectively more important because service workers/assistants/receptionists,customer service reps, etc are not the publics personal verbal punching bag.

I don't believe in God but I do believe in karma and just like God, karma don't like ugly. You'll most likely fall into the cycle of feeling like any attention is good attention despite your disfigurement.

I think every city should have a night doctor. So many people here in the US would be such better people (at least superficially, in public) if they had to experience every hurtful thing they did to another person. I have a theory that there are a group of individuals who would benefit significantly if they just got punched in the face- just once - as a direct consequence of their actions. Like, think about how much better the service industry workers would be treated. Think about every narcissist having to feel emotions they are avoiding or simply don't have the capacity to kill. Think about the fact that we probably wouldn't even need more than a few prisons.

I don't know about yall, but I petition for a Night Doctor to be placed in every city of the US. The rural areas don't need it because they've got their own vigilante justice.

You seem to take both the death of your mom and sisters then the sudden death of your dad very.. well, uncaring? Like detached from emotion. Like, damn dude. You just watched your dad get smited by God Himself and you were like "well fuck let me move my rock into the middle".

I would but.. I live in the US and I HATE traveling. I hate planes and if you asked me what my idea of hell looked like, it would be being forced to be on a plane for 18 hours like my family made me do to go to the Philippines.

I don't know if this is normal but I found out that Sammy side stepping down his perch towards me and hissing at me like a freaking snake are his ways of begging for pets and love. All I know is that when he did either of those to me, my first instinct was to get away as soon as possible and as far away as possible. I've been a dog trainer and handler for over a decade and I can read dogs like a book. I couldn't read Sammy at all. Those fuckin beady little eyes and gorgeous plumage were just distractions from the fact that he was the devil.

I have never in my life heard anything quite as loud and obnoxious than hearing Sammy scream. Even with noise canceling headphones and ear plugs, I could still hear him. It was so loud, I felt it in my chest.

He doesn't have the ability to fly because of his prior abuse before they surrendered him. That's why we take him on walks.

He could be able to see death but he also might just be an asshole. My rescue's resident cockatoo is 68 years old (they live into their 80s while parrots can live to be over 100 years old) and he is just an asshole. We have to put a gate around his perch at events because he has no problem with biting people for no reason or simply because he wants to. I've known the fucker for over a year and I still don't go within biting distance. They also run really fucking fast. Like toddler fast. Sammy bit his handler yesterday for seeing if he wanted to go for a walk, jumped off his arm (bc he can't fly) and then he started running. I swear to God that fucker was like a fart on the wind.