I pit the fact that a woman brought her severely disabled (as in mental age around 4, confined to a wheelchair) sister to our early pregnancy assessment clinic this week. Seems someone in her care home wasn’t quite as caring as he could have been. 
There are no words for how totally fucked up that is.
I hope DNA will lead to a conviction.
Oh, god. You hear about stories like this. I just don’t understand what could possibly be exciting to anyone to do this. It’s sick.
How could we match anything like that?
Stringing up by the goolies would be too good for a fuckpig like that.
It makes me sad that my friend Missy, of perfectly normal IQ and reproductive functions (that is, she gets horny) really wants to get laid and feels despondent that she can’t, because she’s confined to a wheelchair and a twisted spasming body. Why can’t these handicapped fetish weirdos network with mentally normal people like Missy and go fuck like bunnies with someone who really wants it and can consent?
A young woman abruptly aborted her 19 week old fetus. I had to find the container to put the fetus in.
When they came down to the lab with the container my work associate asked where we should store the fetus before the autopsy.
I yelled back across the lab, “I’m not sure where we should put it.”
It.
I’m not sure why I feel guilty, but calling the fetus “It” seems to follow me. I want “It” to have a name, and I want to say I’m sorry to “It”. And I wish “It” would have lived.
I’m sorry.
Why can’t one of those unintended pregnancies happen to me instead?
I’m thirty-seven and have endured several failed IVF’s as treatment for secondary infertility. I have the terrifying fear that my ovaries are about to drop dead any day now.
It makes me sad that people are breeding pit bulls only to have them destroyed because no one will adopt them. They often seem to have so many; at least 3-1 over other breeds.
It is getting that I can’t look at the Orange County shelter without feeling guilty that I don’t want a Pit either.
The fact that my grandmother, who I love with all of my heart and soul, is a racist and a homophobic, makes me sad.
I can’t match any of these, but today I’m pissed that the college my daughter works for (she’s a monitor, and the only one at this branch) is jumping through hoops to keep her from getting 40 hours a week. They’d have to make her permanent, with slightly higher pay and some benefits. So they keep her at 39.5 (or less) and it’s been going on for three years.
If it looks like they can’t keep her under 40 hours, they move a class to another branch, which also means that the students in that class have to drive 30 miles instead of taking the class in their home town.
This is “serving the community”?
It’s my birthday and I haven’t gotten so much as a hug IRL.
It makes me sad that we may have to get rid of our new dog because he won’t stop chasing our cats. He’s an absolute sweetheart, so eager to please and easy to train, and he gets along wonderfully with our other dog. But he clearly has strong prey instincts. It’s been almost three months and all of our training hasn’t accomplished much, if anything.
More than anything, the thought of taking him to the shelter and leaving him there just breaks my heart. He won’t understand.
It makes me sad that my daughter is probably the most stunningly beautiful people I know (not just from a mother’s perspective – she has been compared to the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow more times than I can count) and because she is a typical teenaged girl has self-image issues. It makes me sad that I cannot convince her of how physically gorgeous she is, even if she will accept that she is a good person who is emotionally/mentally attractive.
I still and always will feel sad at the thought of the innocent people that left their homes on 9/11/2001 to go about their daily lives and never came back.
Last night I looked through pictures in this book about the Holocaust. Just hundreds and hundreds of pages of executions, mass graves, and starving children. Millions of people dead, its just incomprehensible that mankind could be that evil. Not only the holocaust but the entire war. Over 60 million people dead.
There was an eerie quote in the book that I can’t remember exactly but I’ll paraphrase:
“Things happen because they are possible, If it happened once it can happen again.”
I can pass along a hug via the Intranets. hug
My sad thing is - even though my boss is a complete fuckup and everyone agrees, and he’s on a PIP (performance improvement plan) and has not completed his assigned tasks, they have decided not to fire him after all. Instead they are just transferring him. Yes, he will be out of our hair, but he is still damaging the organization as a whole, and no one seems to care. And we’re a not for profit and I happen to think what we do is important.
Oh, and the post about the Holocaust reminded me of another thing. Due to an RPG adventure I’m currently playing I was moved to look into D-Day. I started reading Wiki about Omaha Beach, and the facts of that day, and all of the young men who died, and my heart’s just been breaking ever since. All of those unsung heroes who charged the beach, even when there was no armor backup and sometimes no officers, who still took the beachhead? - wow.
I pit the fact that war is sometimes necessary, and if that’s not sad, I don’t know what is.
I pit that a friend who is like my little sister suffers from ADHD and OCD, and her mother (who I refer to as “the egg donor”) treats her like shit, says that if she found Jesus and was a good wife, Jesus would make her feel better.
I can’t help but feel sick and sad that a wonderful person (who has a kick-ass hubby too) has to deal with a cuntmonkey like that. Fuck you, you syphillis-infested piece of crowbait and the mangy mutt you rode in on.
There are some issues in my relationship with my SO right now that made me angry before, but now just leave me saddened. We really need to fix this soon…I can’t take feeling this way much more.
Don’t know your specifics, but I’m going through a similar situation. It’s gone on for so long that, like you, I’m just too sad to be mad about it anymore. Hope things start getting better for both of us!
Maybe your cats are asking for it? I mean, did you see what they’re wearing?
I remember something similar to the OP happening years ago when I lived in Honolulu: a developmentally disabled girl in her teens was raped on the very first day she was going out to special ed by the bus driver. The asshole had the nerve to claim she raped him, saying “I like sex!” while she did it.
What really got me was what her parents must have experienced: if the daughter was stalled at the mental stage of a five year old for ten years, so they must have been in a drawn-out version of the protective, worrying stage that the rest of us parents get to evolve from as our children mature. And only an hour or so after she’s away for the first time she’s raped.