Not an easy line to straddle. Sometimes you really do have to just throw the homework on the fire and take the car downtown, so to speak.
Oof… that hits close to home…
I was that parent for my daughter’s first year of school…. I’m not proud of it, but I realized we could make learning fun if we changed the habits and stopped taking it so fucking seriously…!
damned if you do and damned if you don’t
Pff, at least the hearts cared enough to try.
Got my social anxiety misdiagnosed as a language deficiency around kindergarten. Got gaslighted into thinking I was slower then everyone else and I would only be a burden. Got to high school and realized something was wrong and tried to fix myself and got a whole lot versions of “you don’t need to better yourself. it might make you depressed.” A decade and a half of free, compulsory education wasted.
I called my old high school the other day asking for a document that said I never actually graduated because I never fulfilled the basic, state mandated requirements. They refused, but slipped up and said that I actually tested advanced proficient for science. Something they lied about when I was there.
Is that ecstasy?
They are clearly Love hearth candies.
Not that one couldn’t make an ecstasy version but thats definitely not what the artist presented.
“An 8 and a half by eleven piece of printer paper, is that acid?”
I’m not that color, otherwise… yeah.
Replace “love” with “hate”, and you have my parents.
I’m sorry you didn’t have the love you deserved, it’s rough. If you ever need parenting pep talk or advice then !dadforaminute@lemmy.world is excellent for that
Oof. That doesn’t sting, not one iota.
