they do not see color.
you are invisible. Nayyirah Waheed
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A group of Carleton University students has apologized and will face punishment from the university after two of them were photographed parading around in offensive tank tops that mocked the school’s campaign against harassment and discrimination.
As many as 16 Carleton University students are now facing sanctions from the school.
“Such behaviour is not acceptable and extremely disappointing to the broader Carleton community,” university president Roseann O’Reilly Runte said in a statement Monday. “Sanctions will be issued subsequent to individual meetings.”
It’s not known what the punishment will entail.
Sunday’s incident began when Ottawa lawyer Leslie Robertson photographed two young men, both university Frosh Week facilitators, wearing tank tops emblazoned with the words “F— Safe Space” on front and “Or Me” on the back. They were outside a row of houses near Bronson and Sunnyside avenues, just off campus.
The school’s decade-old Safe Space initiative aims to reduce the impact…
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All of this is so important
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD, is mostly associated with soldiers returning from war. After the horrors witnessed in such an unnatural setting, many wo/men have a difficult time returning to “normal” life, often suffering from flashbacks, panic attacks, and severe anxiety.
Contrary to popular misconceptions, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and Acute Stress Disorder (or Reaction) are not typical responses to prolonged abuse. They are the outcomes of sudden exposure to severe or extreme stressors (stressful events). Yet, some victims whose life or body have been directly and unequivocally threatened by an abuser react by developing these syndromes. PTSD is, therefore, typically associated with the aftermath of physical and sexual abuse in both children and adults. (Source)
Any traumatic event can trigger it. Rape, assault, acts of physical or verbal violence, even repeated emotional abuse or the sudden split of a significant relationship, especially if abuse was involved.
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Having been married only a year and a half, I’ve recently come to the conclusion that marriage isn’t for me.
Now before you start making assumptions, keep reading.
I met my wife in high school when we were 15 years old. We were friends for ten years until…until we decided no longer wanted to be just friends. :) I strongly recommend that best friends fall in love. Good times will be had by all.
Nevertheless, falling in love with my best friend did not prevent me from having certain fears and anxieties about getting married. The nearer Kim and I approached the decision to marry, the more I was filled with a paralyzing fear. Was I ready? Was I making the right choice? Was Kim the right person to marry? Would she make me happy?
Then, one fateful night, I shared these thoughts and concerns with my dad.
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Toronto’s Spencer West, whose legs were amputated below the pelvis when he was five years old due to a genetic disorder, did what few people have done earlier this week when he climbed to the peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. A public speaker with Free the Children, he began his journey on June 12 with two friends and a team of guides and porters. The 31-year-old, spent over a year with a personal trainer in preparation for the climb, which has raised over $500,000 to create clean water programs in Kenya — still shy of the $750,000 goal. The National Post’s Jake Edmiston spoke with Mr. West on the phone from Moshi, Tanzania, at the base of Kilimanjaro.
Q: You had to walk on your hands for most of the climb, is that something you do a lot in Toronto?
West: No, and that was one of the…
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If that’s wrong I humbly apologize.
I know it’s been forever since this blog has been actually properly run, and I’m sorry.
Life took a couple turns for the worst and before I knew it I was in a shitty relationship that I couldn’t get out of (cause… y’know, that’s how shitty abusive relationships work) and my whole world fell apart and then I escaped after almost losing all of my friends forever and nearly getting the rest of my life fucked up the arse.
But here I am now, in University, single as a pringle, with Pocketwatchkid down the street and most of my other friends not too far away.
But there are still nights when I lie in bed silently crying and wanting to scream and shout and break things but I can’t really let it out because I don’t want my roommate to know.
I’ll try to do better and post more on here and get this blog up and running. Is there anything specific that people want more of? Art, humour, poetry, anything. You say it I’ll post it.
A while back, Joy Nash provided us with this excellent quote of the day:
Obese patients are often encouraged to believe that weight loss is an appropriate way to combat depression, save a failing marriage, or increase the chance of career success. The irrationality of hopes pinned on weight loss is so striking that dieting might almost be likened to superstitious behavior…. Passing from childhood into adolescence, leaving home, marrying, starting a new job, having a baby, experiencing marital difficulties, adjusting to children leaving home, and growing old — all these life situations may become unexamined reasons to diet. In other instances, concerns over weight mask even more serious problems.”
-Wooley and Garner, from “Obesity treatment: the high cost of false hope,” published in the Journal of the American Dietetic Association, vol. 91, no. 10, 1991.
For the last few days, I’ve been thinking I wanted to blog on…
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