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“That Completely Changed My Thinking”: 40 Perception-Changing Stories By Our Community
As children, we grow up in a rather small circle. The older we get, the more people from different parts of the world we meet. That is when our instilled values can be challenged. Most of the time, we don't change a thing, but sometimes we get faced with contradictions that shake up our view forever.
When the sudden moment of realization hits, you can never see the way you did before. So, dear fellow Pandas, I ask you, what was that moment for you?
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When I was about 9 I went to spend Christmas with my grandmother in Zambia. She had an orphanage and every year would put on a Nativity play and hold a Christmas party for all the children in the village. This particular year she had it on my birthday (21st Dec).
I'd made friends with a girl about my age and even though we didn't speak each other's language we were instant friends, as only children can be. During the day my new friend gave me part of an eraser - needless to say, I was confused.
I asked my grandmother why she would give me part of my eraser and her response was 'that little girl has nothing, but she still wanted to give you something for your birthday'.
To this day I remind myself that often people are giving all they can, even if it doesn't seem like much to us.
That’s very similar to a story from the Bible, where a widow came to the temple and donated two small coins to the offering. The priests and rich people were saying that she wasn’t putting in enough, but Jesus told them that even though they were putting in 10% of their income as required, she was putting in all she had. Those two coins were worth more to God than all the donations of the rich people, because it showed that she actually cared about the temple, instead of just doing what was asked.
A black person I worked with was called the N-word by an angry customer. She turned to me and said, “there is nothing I can call you that will ever make you understand how much that hurts”. That completely changed my thinking.
I used to cashier and was often way more honest than I should have been for working in customer service. Someone asked me how my day was going and I said “I’m considering abandoning ship.” It was during the worst time in my life and I was thinking of packing my bags and moving back across the country to where I grew up.
The customer responded: Don’t abandon the ship. Sail a different sea.
Completely changed how I look at situations and life as a whole.
I wish I could thank him.
I’m now a first-year high school English teacher which has been my dream since I was 11. I’m 33.
Once when I was about 10, a fox wandered into our backyard in broad daylight and we noticed it moving around in a peculiar way on a dirt patch in the corner of the yard which we always used to bury our pets (we had many pets over the years). As we slowly got closer to it, we realized the fox was twitching severely, as if having a seizure that wouldn't stop. It didn't react to our presence even as we got closer. We called animal control to take care of it, and they arrived and explained that it had some kind of brain infection that slowly takes over its functions until it becomes completely incapacitated but still functioning as we see it today. They quickly helped it to the final door and it was buried in that very spot.
The fact that it was neurological forced me to consider the state of mind it had been in that day - How long were its motor skills and basic functions slipping away? Did it know what was happening when it walked through broad daylight? Did it know it would pass away soon? Was it fully aware that we were standing over it? How much did it suffer?... How much did it suffer *mentally*?
Until then I had loved animals but still considered them like autonomous bots. This was the first time that I was brought to terms with them as cognizant equals and understood that they have internal mental capabilities and struggles just the same as humans. It brought me to recognize a whole new genre of suffering, and I became significantly more caring because of it.
Troux, that's a good story. I also think about this. People say that animals have no emotions but only instinct. No way !!! When we are away for a whole day the cat(s) sit by the window and wait till we are home and then won't leave us out of their sight for the rest of the day and the following. Aaaw.
When I started a new job as a counselor for inmates in one of our city's detention centers. I always thought people in jail failed society, but I realized I had it backward - society has failed these people.
I have since dedicated my practice to doing what our prisons fail to do - rehabilitating people, starting with basic skills, and mental health issues.
THIS IS BEYOND TRUE. I am also a mental health counselor working with the inmates. The male inmates are more respectful to me as a female then some guys on the outside. Most of them are genuinely appreciative that someone is empathetic and supportive as most of them have never experienced that before. A large majority have also experienced childhood trauma.
When my son was about 5 I was doing some housework. He came to me and wanted me to play with him. I told him I was sorry, but I was busy. He said, "But you're always busy."
I put the housework aside and went and played with him. The housework could wait.
I had never been aware of the level of racism that is out there (living in the Southern US.) Had finished getting a man ready for surgery and he asked who was "putting him to sleep." I told him his name and then he started to repeatedly ask me "What is he?" I'd answer doctor, anesthesiologist, again that he's a doctor until he got to the part he was really getting at. "Is he an N-word or what? Because you never know what he's going to do to me while I'm asleep."
I felt like I was going to explode inside. "NO HE'S NOT, he's an African American and an excellent physician. While you are asleep he's going to take exceptionally good care of you." Then, I could not resist this. Go ahead mister, try and report me. I dare you. I turned to him as I was going through the curtain and said, " I guess the pre-op interview nurse forgot to tell you our sheets are cream-colored. Next time remember to bring your own white sheet." The look on his face was so worth it. Another time I had been in a room while the MD was also there.
When he left the man said, "He sure is a good doctor for a black man." Exploding inside. "The fact that he is African American is completely irrelevant. He's one of the best cardiologists in the country and you are more than fortunate to have him." Again, the look was so worth it."
Another encounter with a racist patient was so infuriating to all of us... well, just don't p**s off the nurses about something like that.
People that have to deal with racism are usually more kind... When Covid started, I got brought to the ER 2 days in the row bc my bloodsugar went so low during the night, I wasn't waking up but I was screaming like a banshee, according to my family. The first day, the responding doctor was white and didn't believe I'm diabetic and I just wanted attention (I'm 32 btw, not a child) and they also left me freezing in the garage they turned into the covid section at the hospital and made me walk to the entrance of the hospital to wait to be picked up bc they wouldn't let me wait inside there. The second day, the doctor was a young, black man, seemed to be early in his career as a doctor, who came to check on me multiple times, and when he was sure I was feeling well enough, he personally brought me bread and jelly to make a sandwich, before he called my mother to come pick me up...
Never p**s off a nurse, full stop. If you are in a place with nurses, it is probably because you need them for one reason or another, and pissing them off can make your life a lot more problematic then.
I work in the “service response center” of a hospital. Been there 6 months now. We take calls for housekeeping and transport but mainly its “room service” calls. For the patients who can’t order their meals for themselves, their nurses will call for them. I am not exaggerating when I say there are as many horrible nurses as there are fabulous ones. Nurses who don’t actually ask the patients what they want and will tell me “just send them whatever”. Nurses who will say “anything we can do to get this f*****g a*****e the f**k out of here”. Nurses who are so completely disrespectful towards me because my screen isn’t loading fast enough for them or I’m asking them questions ABOUT THEIR PATIENT that I’m required to ask in order to do my job. Nurses who talk over me, talk down to me and hang up on me. I get that they’re overworked and underpaid but SO AM I. My hope is that they have a lot more respect for their patients than they do for me.
Load More Replies...I used to work with this kid that wanted to be a stereotypical “good ok boy”(southern USA). He was being a racist dingleberry one day and I finally stopped him and asked if anyone of any color/shade/race/whatever did anything to him in his whole life (we’re both white). He started stuttering and couldn’t answer me. I said something to the effect of “ I’ve been the only white guy more times than I can count and no one has mistreated me more than other white people, so from my experience your little theory has some issues”. He finally shut up for a little while.
I recently moved to the south (escaped from California), and was surprised at how friendly everyone is. Twice now though, litlle racist remarks have popped up out of nowhere in the middle of an otherwise pleasant conversation. The veneer of civilization is still very thin...
I have family in the south and visit often... I will gladly stay and pay more in California with my kids just to avoid the type of racism that is in the south. That type of hate affects you mentally throughout your life, and I would rather spare my kids from that type of hatred. Just sayin...
Load More Replies...A nurse told me in the 80s, a man took his critically-ill daughter to another hospital because there were only black nurses on the ward. She called ahead to the hospital he was taking her too (and not in an ambulance), but she said, all the nurses there were black as well. She doesn't know what the father did, but that child---he put her life at risk; she could have died. Maybe she did. By the way, this was in Canada.
A friends friend was working at a british hospital and hw was the only white doctor among collegues from India and Africa. Some white patients were happy to see him, but when he opened his mouth and they heard his strong german accent, the reaction was "The only white doctor here is a Nazi!"
Edit: From Canada. Never heard something like this before.
It is hard for people to understand how Black people, and other POC's, in the US have to deal with racism... I wish people would understand that the things we go through are not loud and obvious anymore. It is usually done in quiet because it is not 1950 anymore. Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it is not happening.
It's saddening how much racism is still living so actively in the US... I'm not saying that it's not happening in Europe, because it is. Having The Orange Hellmouth for president all those years sure stirred up the fire under racism a bit more.
I was visiting a small town in upstate NH. We dropped by Walmart and as we were walking through the parking lot to the entrance, these two younger guys were leaving. As they walked to their vehicle, everyone was staring at them… like eyes glued to them, heads turning to follow them, some of them stopping just to stare. I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t recognize them as someone famous. Why were people staring? They just looked like two normal guys to me. So, I asked my uncle who lived there, “Why is everyone staring at those guys?” He said, “They’re black. We don’t get to see many black people up here.” I was flabbergasted. It was definitely an eye opening moment for me.
Reminds me of a very old mash episode where a guy was going into surgery and told Hawkeye that he didn't want any of "that" kind of blood. As he was recovering, Hawkeye and BJ swabbed him with iodine regularly, and when he woke up, he was brown, they told him he must have gotten some of "that' blood. This was in the 70s which were still the uneducated ages and I will always remember how that show took a stand.
I remember that episode. It was a great show for tackling difficult issues. I think they were the first show to address PTSD amongst those who go to war when Hawkeye couldn’t figure out what was bothering him to the point of being unable to function. PTSD. Then he remembered….
Load More Replies...Reminds me of the movie I just watched again today. Something the Lord Made, 2004. Biographical drama film about the African American cardiac pioneer Vivian Thomas.
Another amazing movie is “The Hate You Give” Just wow!
Load More Replies...Should wheeled him straight out the room, out the hospital and leave him as he was in parking lot.
I honestly thought the world was moving towards freedom from racism because I never saw it. Turns out my small part of the world was largely white and the 3 black families that did live here were very well respected, and very affluent. I got away from here and my eyes really opened up
Damn, he'll probably need to come back and treat those third degree burns!
NEVER P**S OFF ANY NURSE EVER ANYWHERE AT ANY TIME! They will save your a*s when all others walk away.
Am I stupid? I read about these experiences but neither I nor anyone I know put emphasis on skin color. To do so..... I would say... My grandfather, who was white, was not a christian became a christian whilst attending a church of people of color. For us it is not the color that makes a man... it is the actions.He just simply loved people.
The sheet comment made my jaw drop but in a good way. I hope that b*st*rd gained some clarity but it's doubtful.
You didn't know the level of racism that is"out there" and you're from the South?! Are you for real? Alabama? Georgia? Mississippi? Virginia? Where in the South are you from, because in those states, there are racist folks.
'Scuze me. You see the "submission author" in red with my edit? I'm from Canada. Living in the south for 10 years. No. I had NEVER heard that level of racism before in all my life. Real life. Another person, right infront of me saying something like that. Yes, I'm very real.
Load More Replies...When I realized that my life would be so much better for me, emotionally, when I let someone in my life go. Permanently.
I was always very friendly as a kid and always tried to make others happy. There were several times growing up where I would introduce friends to other friends and they would end up being really good friends and end up ignoring me for some reason, pushing me out of the friend group. When I was old enough (about 20) to realize how being treated unkindly or purposely ignored by "friends" and family scarred me, I purposed that I would never ever treat anyone that way. I now try to go and talk to and show interest to people who seem lonely or insecure, even if it means I have to push past my own discomfort or lack of motivation in the moment. I don't want people to have to feel the way I did when younger and wish that those people would understand their self-worth apart from others...
When I realized that my son would be better with no father than with a toxic, manipulative, alcoholic father. It’s only happened in the last two weeks that I have finally found the strength to cut him out of our lives, but I already feel so much calmer. I always thought I would know the signs of mistreatment, and that because I was not being hit that things weren’t that bad, that it was just “normal” couple stuff that everyone went through. But it’s not.
Being constantly belittled, stolen from, guilted into giving money & taking out loans, gaslit, having any self-confidence destroyed, manipulated, etc. takes its toll. They develop a hold over you. And I felt like I couldn’t cope without him in my life because no one else would want me. But then I had the realization that I cannot have my son grow up and see the relationship between his parents and think that it is an acceptable way to treat a woman (or anyone for that matter).
We’re finally free. I’m going to get therapy. I have amazingly supportive family & friends, that are just glad that I have finally seen the light. My son will grow up surrounded by love, happiness & good people.
The realization that being angry is a choice.
When I found out the church I attended was a bunch of hypocrites and liars. Left that church and religion altogether when I realized all was based on lies and misinformation.
I (58M) allowed my fanatically religious mother to bully and harass me about religion for my entire life. She drilled Jesus into me every day as a child. I was sent to Christian schools and we attended church every time the doors were open. We went to revivals and camp meetings at every opportunity. When I became an adult I move out, but she continued the campaign of trying to convert me to her fanatical brand of hate-based Christianity. I grew up among racists, misogynist, and homophobes. They preach interracial couples are a sin, women are subservient to men, and gays are going straight to hell. The latter has been particularly painful for me because I'm gay. I knew the moment puberty hit. The preachers preached that gays were the lowest form of life to slither across this earth and they deserved to burn in hell. There were no role models on TV. I had no one to turn to. My parents gave my siblings cars when they turned 16. I bought my own car so I would have something to live in if they found out I was gay. My teen years were terrifying.
During adulthood, I have withstood my mother's religious mistreatments to keep the family peace and to avoid offending her (given how she has treated me, I know that sounds crazy). But she is my mother and no one wants to hurt their mother. I turned the other cheek when she came after me, until...
I married my husband in 2013. In 2018, I finally mustered the courage to tell my mother we were married. She offered no kind words, no congratulations, no support, and didn't ask a single question. She just lowered her head and said, "I know." That was the end of the conversation.
During my next visit to her house (I was 55 at the time), her Christian anger erupted. She physically restrained me in a chair, got in my face, and said over and over and over that I'm going to hell. Despite the devastation, that moment was cathartic for me.
That one minute interaction with my mother changed my life forever. I stood up, walked out of her house and life, and I haven't looked back. I blocked her on my phone so she can't call me. I am free of this woman finally. My only regret is that I didn't do it 30 years ago. Oh how much more peaceful my life would have been.
By the way, I have seen psychotherapists for my entire adult life trying to recover from her. It has helped.
It’s been 15 months since I gave up alcohol, and my life is recognizable again. Best decision I’ve ever made.
In my early 20s, I became frustrated with the constant harassment and general bulls**t of working a dead-end office job and decided to go back to school and earn a degree. I was in a slightly male-dominated program (science) but felt respected by my peers.
Fast-forward six years to graduation and I was at a celebration with students from my program. I overheard a large group of drunk male students talking about a female classmate, referring to her with a disgusting, objectifying "nickname." They saw the look on my face and one of them said "relax, we've got names for all of you." I was less shocked than I was disappointed in myself, for being stupid enough to think that "educated" men would be more respectful.
I've worked in research for 25 years and have had a lot of great male colleagues, but sadly there is just as much sexist bulls**t as in any other job.
When a dear friend passed away suddenly, and when clearing out their desk, I found their mantra on a piece of paper on top of their workload in the drawer…
1. Don’t worry about things, as most things never happen.
2. Don’t sweat the small stuff, it too will probably not happen
3. Give more.
4. Expect less.
(and the one I always smile at, as they said it often)
5. To get something you never had before, you gotta do something you have never done before.
I was doing an internship for my Ph.D. in psychology at a large, public hospital. I told my supervisor about a patient and he asked me what I did about the situation. I told him I didn’t do anything, that I waited to ask him. He said, “If you don’t do anything, who will?” That statement taught me to take on my professional role and step up to help. It guided me through a long career.
When I learned that my doctors didn’t expect me to survive cancer. They told me I’d never see my 40th birthday.
I’m 45 now, but facing my own mortality completely changed me.
I used to be an awful person (Well, more than I am now), and I was generally being an a**hole because I got stressed out (which was a poor excuse), and I accidentally made my grandfather cry.
I’m a shi**y person, but it opened my eye to how awful I truly was. I make sure to at least apologize and stop myself now.
When I was maybe 9 or 10 I was jealous of the "rich" families in our small town, and I asked my mom why we didn't have a nice new big house and a nice car.
She told me they probably aren't really rich, they just have a lot of debt, and it has always stuck with me. Now as an adult I don't feel jealous, I feel sorry for them because they feel the need to display their "wealth".
I was basically told to be afraid of gay people my entire life. My dad decided to take a job down in the Florida keys. Gay capital or Florida. After high-school I basically came to the conclusion I love everyone as long as their not f*****g a**hats to me. Problem solved. Well not for my dad. This still cracks me up to this day.....fast forward 6 years. Dad comes down after leaving Florida to come see me. I still live in key west and work at a "gay bar" as a shot girl. I allowed people to take body shots off my belly button. Yeah...eww... but it's liquor so there's that.
Anywhom.... took my dad to the bar. He is mortified. Constantly making homofobic comments but to only me. I told him to shut the f**k up. This is my family.
He finally sits down watches one of the drag queens and falls in love with it all.
Because of me I have single handly changed my family to the point my conservative grandma loves the f**k out of the gay community and supports them from harm at her church. Who has a rainbow flag flying from their temple or worship. Thank you lord. 💓
When my best friend came out and I realized I wasn’t straight either and I was opened up to a whole new world of LGBTQ+ people.
For me it was my cousin. I started thinking about my own sexuality, and came to the conclusion that if it was okay for her to like girls, then it's okay for me to like them too. I'm bisexual, but I haven't told anyone outside BP. EDIT 9 months later: I'm out, I'm proud, and I've been having a blast now that the secret is out :).
When I realized that nothing really matters, like to the universe. This thought actually helped my depression and anxiety because it lifts some of the weight off my chest, that even if I mess something up, the universe will carry on just fine, it's not the end of the world if I do/say something wrong.
Learned this also. We are all basically a bunch of billion years old carbon-atoms... we go where we came from and the universe isnt affected by it at all, so it doesnt matter what we all do. Its about us how we feel and how we do through our current state of life. 😊
When God's booming voice from above told me to quit drinking & using drugs...OR ELSE!
Well, it was actually a judge, but he thought he was a god. 😁
I was in a cruel relationship for years. I didn't mind being the victim as much as it bothered me that he would mistreat our daughter. I'm normally a non-confrontational person and often had recurring nightmares of the mistreatment. I was being stalked, harrassed as i had come to expect from this recurring nightmare, and i kept waiting for someone to save me. These nightmares kept going even after i left the relationship. Then, one night, it occurred to me that nobody was coming to save me. I was on my own. I could either get used to being someone's domestic plaything, or i could stand up and save myself. So i did.
Five years later, i'm married to an amazing man, and the mistreatment is just a bad memory from long ago. My husband's friends regard me as a terrifying force of nature. All because i decided to be my own damn hero.
In my final year of high school, I (F) hung out with a girl. We did everything together but I mostly enjoyed the sleepovers. We lost touch after graduation. A few years later we are both back home visiting family and run into each other. She tells me she is recently engaged and brought her fiancé to meet her dad. A young woman approaches us and I get introduced - to her fiancée.
I am clearly surprised and asked her how long she had known. She said since she was 13. Does your dad know? Yep, since I first knew. Why did you not tell me? You know why. Indeed, I did. It was not something that was ever spoken - just a given. It was not right - period!
It was then that I realized any prejudices, racism, or anything else in that regard that I may have, was not of my own. I swore, that day, to rid myself of all the toxic garbage that my parents and family had passed onto me and, especially, to never pass it on to my future children.
Skip ahead 20 years and I am watching Lethal Weapon with my 15-year-old son. Mom, I can't remember that one actor's name. Which one? The guy with the mustache. I tell him, Danny Glover. And then I had a silent cry.
My father was racist and homophobic. My mother... she didn't think she was but she would say things like 'a very nice black man helped me today' as if the description was necessary. I'd say 'you don't need to say he was black' and get told 'but he was'. Pointing out that she never mentioned skin colour when talking about white people went over her head. I was lucky to end up getting to know very open minded people early in life and realising my parents were not great role models here!! Well done for being that much better role model yourself.
I never truly understood what real helplessness was until my infant daughter had an illness that she might never recover from. Thankfully everything is fine but I often think of that and it centers me on any life problems I might encounter to provide perspective.
When I found out my favorite dinosaur the Brontosaurus ("B" from now on) wasn't real. I still believed in Santa so this was my first big "lie". The guy who found/named it had cludged it together from several dinosaurs and made a fake skull to say he found the biggest one. Scientists realized the mistake several years later and fixed it but the guy who funded the "B" scientist was a publisher so he continued the lie. I wasn't heart broken when the guy at the museum told me. Instead it hooked me on science because he showed me why. Science is about finding better answers and its ok to correct things that are wrong. For the first time, dinosaurs became real because they weren't perfect. I became a scientist whose chased marmots up mountains and worked in organ banks because of that "lie". Happy ending - they found a "B" skull in 2015 that matched most of the other bones from the original "B" and 3 species are back. So a mistaken mistake was corrected. I love science.
That I have full control of my own happiness. No matter what anyone says, it is their opinion and I have my own as well. What I do that will make me happy, I chose that... whatever the consequences are, I take full responsibility for it.
Happiest I have ever been in the past 2 decades. I wish I knew this when I was younger! I chose my choices!
emotions are the point where mind and body meet. dont let your mind control you, you are not your mind, be the watcher over your thoughts. accept every situations like you chose it. that helped me a lot.
When I was about 11, I was talking with my best friend and I don't remember what I said, but it wasn't about Africa, but she misunderstood something and yelled, "I am not African!" and ran home crying. This is in the US and she was black and I was white. She rarely got mad and rarely yelled. She was a quiet, sweet person who would typically get hurt rather than mad.
I didn't understand all that stuff. (I thought I was black for 6 months when I was 7, because she was "black" and we were the same in my view.)
I realized when she went home crying that she had some ongoing, never-ending pain in her life that I didn't have in mine (and which nobody should have, let alone a little girl). I don't remember how I figured out exactly what this was all about not being African (probably my Mom explained).
She was two grades below me, so if people were saying mean, racist things to her in school, I didn't know. The kids in the neighborhood were fine as far as I know, but my other friend's mom was clearly prejudiced, possibly racist.
That is the day I lost my innocence and realized how incredibly unfair the world can be. And the saddest thing about that is that she had learned it years before :-(
Leaving all toxic people behind. 28 rn but have never been this happy before.
good for you massive change in your life when you do that you realise the difference big time
The time I started to read the Bible on my own - not relying on what others had told me about the Bible.....
Which is why the church and state did not want the Bible printed in anything other than Latin...
The moment in my life that changed the way I think was being told I had stage 3c ovarian cancer. It actually changed a lot more than my way of thinking.
I hope you are getting treatment and will experience a long long remission.
A few years earlier , I used to HATE K-pop and My friends who liked it. I am born in a Homophobic Family and always saw the world from their eyes. But as Now I grew up a bit , I realized How racist I am becoming !! I hated them because they have tiny eyes , and because K-pop guys wore makeup !! I was so embarrassed when I learned about Homophobic people , Because I was one and didn't knew !! Even tho I was just 11 , Im Still embarrassed that how stupid I was. If we should not judge a book by its cover , Why judge music by its language ? Why judge people by how they look ? WHY JUDGE PEOPLE ??
Good on you! However, I think you're meaning "xenophobic" (fear/dislike of foreigners) rather than "homophobic" (fear/dislike of members of the LGBTQ community) Your last sentence says it all!!
Got promoted to a leadership role. Shortly afterwards, of my closest coworkers get in a beef. I try to sort it out myself because one or both of them could have been fired over the incident. I deal with it before anyone else finds out, but neither one appreciates my help.
First one (same position as me) reports me for using the word "s**t" in our conversation (trust me - every second word out of his mouth was worse). I get hauled into the manager's office and a letter placed in my employee file for being "unprofessional". Not much I can do about it.
Second one (my subordinate) invites me to her place for a bbq where she gets stoned and tells me something disturbing about how she stalked an ex-coworker (that I was still friends with). Next day - coincidentally- the ex-coworker asks if I think she was crazy to think she was being stalked. I said no. It gets back to the stalker that I had the conversation with the ex-employee and said she wasn't crazy ... and I get hauled into the manager's office and suspended for two days for "breaching confidentiality" of my subordinate...... For talking to someone not employed by our company...... about something that had nothing to do with our business....... in the private residence of the subordinate..... who was high at the time.
This has changed the fundamental nature of who I am as a leader. It's everyone for themselves out there. There is no such thing as a work-friend.
I worked in a highly competitive sporting industry when I was a young adult. I enjoyed some association with the England squad and ended up being on 'standby' for an International junior tournament. Flash forward to me turning professional and being as green as they come, trusting everybody, thinking everyone would be my friend. Like a daft labrador, wagging my tail at people.
The situation was that we had the first team (that you would see on the TV) and the reserves (that people came to watch in the stadium). There were three of us battling for those two positions. Healthy competition, I thought. May the best man win.
Oh, how wrong I was. Everyone was friendly to your face but was just in it for themselves. I thought they were my friends but things got back to me that they had been saying behind my back. I was so disappointed in them that I was inconsolable. How can someone be so two-faced? The worst was yet to come.
As I caught up on my experience, I was a threat to the position of the other two guys. Exactly around that time, I was called into the manager's office where I was accused of having a gambling problem - I did not. A couple of weeks later the manager asks me whether I thought I would pass a drug test. Of course, I would. Then it was a drinking problem - nope. Somebody was spreading rumors.
Eventually, I realized that you can't trust anybody and it's not paranoia if they really are all out to get you.
It was one of my hardest realizations how awful people really are!!! Even over the littlest thing!
When Russians, sorry Russian soldiers in unofficial disguise, invaded Ukraine's Crimea. Peaceful post-WW2 era and my youth ended right then even though I'm not Ukrainian myself...
sorry to say but actually most of the middle east has been a warzone for the last 60 years or more... since ww2 onwards and even before. Largely due to western adventurism. So actually, there's never been a peaceful post-ww2 era. Maybe just in your country.
"Be prepared to fail" - like things don't always work out perfectly. Some things just fail and that's normal. My perfectionist a** just took a new perspective.
I often go to church and pray (I’m Catholic) and ask God questions about life.
Once I asked Him, "If you are God, and you are almighty, and you let us deliberately struggle in life, and with all those problems we got, doesn’t it make you mean?" And I heard a voice, like coming directly from my heart, "Like a parent watches his kid learning how to walk, and even if it fails and tries again over and over," and "The real purpose is to never give up the process, and watching all of you doing so fills Me with immense love" (I don’t know how to express it accurately in English… it was very intense).
First of all, that kind of an answer would have never come out from my then actual state of mind (I was in a bad divorce from a narcissistic manipulative person) so that was definitely not me; and secondly, it totally opened my eyes: from that point on I just try very, very hard at everything without being obsessed with the outcome. It made me become a lot more positive and generous person, and professionally I even got multiple promotions since. Just wanted to share.
You know, life's not fair. Although I miss the mark on some days. Some days I get it right. After hearing Bobby Mcferrin's song "Don't worry be happy ", I realized it's all a state of mind and it changed the way I think about what it takes for me to be happy.
The moment I realized I will never be happy if I keep blaming everyone else for the s**t I did wrong and that I indeed can be a better person today even if I wasn't always my best self in the past.
The day I realised that my ex-husband asking for a divorce was the best the thing could have happened. I'd suffered from chronic depression and anxiety for 12 years, increasing meds and treatment without success. Turns out all I needed was to be without him.
The day I saw the video of George Floyd crying for his mom while being murdered by the police. It changed the way I saw the world and people as a whole. I used to not be too involved in activism(unless it was woman's rights) now I see everyone needs help no matter how small my contribution is. I realized one person can really make a difference and start a movement. I no longer hold my tongue and I've learned NO is a full sentence.
The raw video of that was the last thing I posted on Facebook before deleting my account. I didn't even bother to look at any replies.
Load More Replies...Try being gay and being called a F g ot by someone that isn't. Ya, names won't make be back down but they hurt none the less.
When my daughter, crying, told me I didn't spend as much time with her as I used to. She said "It's like you don't look at me anymore." It was EXACTLY how my mother made me feel when I stopped being a cute kid and started being an awkward pre-pubescent. My daughter is 10 and I hug her, and look at her beautiful face, and tell her I love her every day. And so much more.
When a scientist that I was dating told me about the oxytocin hormone and how its responsible for our feelings of love. This changed my perspective and helped me not get so attached to those feelings when they come up. Instead of love = magic, love = biology. I stopped looking for 'the one' and became more aware of healthy vs unhealthy qualities in my relationships.
Just because it has an explanation doesn't mean it's any less real or profound.
Load More Replies...Uvalde. I used to have respect for the police putting their " lives on the line " and I used to be pretty much skeptical when it came to their interaction with black people. "They risk their lives to protect us " I used to say. Turns out the police won't do anything for you if their lives are at stake. And, by law, they are not required to do so. You are on your own. And if you don't believe it look it up. I have no words to describe my feelings about Uvalde. What happened there is beyond shame and beyond redemption. The saddest part is nothing has changed. Nothing changed after Sandy , and nothing changed after Uvalde. "A gun in the right hands can stop all of that from happening "? The Uvalde police were heavily armed, had plenty of time to stop it, heard the kids screaming and did NOTHING. So, there goes that argument. I have ZERO respect for the police. The cutsie articles of the police embracing an orphan or helping an animal are idiotic . All I see is a closed knit fraternity composed of bullies and cowards. Black people have been right all along: F the police.
i have struggled with my weight a lot i started working out and exercising and i lost a lot of weight 26kg but then i fell off the wagon stopped working out as much and started eating unhealthy again gained some weight but lost some again then came the dreaded lockdown and over the course of 2 years i gained back all the weight i lost and more i couldnt stand for long periods of time without my back hurting i didnt like the way i looked my bestie said i should go to the doctor to make sure im ok as she could see i was struggling alot even with just walking and was out of breath very easy. the moment that made me change was when they told me i had very high blood pressure then i thought i could die especially as im near 40 so since then i started eating healthy working out 4 days a week i lost a lot of weight i am still on that journey but my thinking about things has changed big time
You're doing great. Just never stop trying. The only time we fail is when we give up.
Load More Replies...The day my father died and I became the oldest person in my family. There was no one to ask about my childhood or my grandparents or what world war 2 was really like. I got older and lonelier.
Ww2 sucked. 70s alot of drugs and also alot of loving parents. Sames for all issues to now. Alot of drugs and family issues. I pray you found it in your heart to find someone worth settling for. It not. You didn't miss out on much. We are all still boring. Plotics suck ass. And mostly we joke the we have hope the world will die off before we do.
Load More Replies...Back in the early 70's both me and my sister laughed at a disabled kid on crutches walking funny. My dad stopped us on the spot and said "Don't you dare laugh at disabled people. Just because they might not be able to do things like you do or look different does not mean they are not as clever as you or deserve less respect. But they do need our help." I will never forget that moment. In the 70's my dad was the most accepting person I ever knew no matter your race, ability or sexual gender.
I have a story, myself. In 8th grade, I was surprised that a classmate of mine (who was African-American) was reading manga. I didn't think he was the kind of guy to do that, so I asked, "oh, you read manga?" He retorted with "You think I like anime because I'm black?" I was shocked at this, as I had never truly experienced racial stereotypes (thank god, I grew up in Minnesota, this was in Florida) and said "No, no, I just didn't think you were the type of person to read manga!" It really opened my eyes to how cruel stereotypes and assuming what people do based on those stereotypes can be. I learned it embarrassingly late, too.
The day I moved out of the house where I had lived with my first husband, I was distraught. I knew I was doing the right thing for *me*, but I was unhappy to break the vow I'd made to always do what was best for the two of us. I told a dear friend this and he said "maybe you *are* doing what's best for both of you. He didn't seem happy in the marriage either". It changed how I felt about our divorce. And as time has passed, it was best for both of us to end the marriage.
I was well aware of racism, and discrimination in general. It wasn't until I was in my early 20's that I personally experienced discrimination based on my looks. The year was about 1990, I had been out of the Army for a year or so, and had not had a haircut or shave since being discharged. I was riding a motorcycle across the country and needed to use a restroom. I stopped at a gas station in western Utah, and asked the attendant about the facilities, after three times asking then being asked back if I needed a receipt (for the fuel), I realized what was happening. I know it's not as severe as direct and overt discrimination, but it was eye-opening. It may not have changed my life, but it sure did make me more empathetic towards my fellow man.
There was a point in my life when I was absolutely obsessed with texting. I found it so exciting whenever I saw I had a new message. Eventually I started thinking I was becoming too obsessed with other people rather than focusing on myself, so I tried to tone down on the texting, turn my notifications off, stop being so active. Later, I realized a very valuable lesson: if you find joy in something, and it doesn’t hurt any(thing/one), don’t stop doing it if there’s nothing wrong with it.
Being called slurs and dehumanizing names in sixth grade and basically being told to get over it and ignore it. It made me realize that I, a trans person, was not welcome in a lot of spaces in my community and that no one else was willing to change it. Although the stress has taken a bit of a toll, I’ve been able to support other trans students and work to provide more spaces tailored to them and making other spaces more inclusive.
I learned very recently that I should never put the needs of someone else above my own because they won't do the same for me
The moment I realized I will never be happy if I keep blaming everyone else for the s**t I did wrong and that I indeed can be a better person today even if I wasn't always my best self in the past.
The day I realised that my ex-husband asking for a divorce was the best the thing could have happened. I'd suffered from chronic depression and anxiety for 12 years, increasing meds and treatment without success. Turns out all I needed was to be without him.
The day I saw the video of George Floyd crying for his mom while being murdered by the police. It changed the way I saw the world and people as a whole. I used to not be too involved in activism(unless it was woman's rights) now I see everyone needs help no matter how small my contribution is. I realized one person can really make a difference and start a movement. I no longer hold my tongue and I've learned NO is a full sentence.
The raw video of that was the last thing I posted on Facebook before deleting my account. I didn't even bother to look at any replies.
Load More Replies...Try being gay and being called a F g ot by someone that isn't. Ya, names won't make be back down but they hurt none the less.
When my daughter, crying, told me I didn't spend as much time with her as I used to. She said "It's like you don't look at me anymore." It was EXACTLY how my mother made me feel when I stopped being a cute kid and started being an awkward pre-pubescent. My daughter is 10 and I hug her, and look at her beautiful face, and tell her I love her every day. And so much more.
When a scientist that I was dating told me about the oxytocin hormone and how its responsible for our feelings of love. This changed my perspective and helped me not get so attached to those feelings when they come up. Instead of love = magic, love = biology. I stopped looking for 'the one' and became more aware of healthy vs unhealthy qualities in my relationships.
Just because it has an explanation doesn't mean it's any less real or profound.
Load More Replies...Uvalde. I used to have respect for the police putting their " lives on the line " and I used to be pretty much skeptical when it came to their interaction with black people. "They risk their lives to protect us " I used to say. Turns out the police won't do anything for you if their lives are at stake. And, by law, they are not required to do so. You are on your own. And if you don't believe it look it up. I have no words to describe my feelings about Uvalde. What happened there is beyond shame and beyond redemption. The saddest part is nothing has changed. Nothing changed after Sandy , and nothing changed after Uvalde. "A gun in the right hands can stop all of that from happening "? The Uvalde police were heavily armed, had plenty of time to stop it, heard the kids screaming and did NOTHING. So, there goes that argument. I have ZERO respect for the police. The cutsie articles of the police embracing an orphan or helping an animal are idiotic . All I see is a closed knit fraternity composed of bullies and cowards. Black people have been right all along: F the police.
i have struggled with my weight a lot i started working out and exercising and i lost a lot of weight 26kg but then i fell off the wagon stopped working out as much and started eating unhealthy again gained some weight but lost some again then came the dreaded lockdown and over the course of 2 years i gained back all the weight i lost and more i couldnt stand for long periods of time without my back hurting i didnt like the way i looked my bestie said i should go to the doctor to make sure im ok as she could see i was struggling alot even with just walking and was out of breath very easy. the moment that made me change was when they told me i had very high blood pressure then i thought i could die especially as im near 40 so since then i started eating healthy working out 4 days a week i lost a lot of weight i am still on that journey but my thinking about things has changed big time
You're doing great. Just never stop trying. The only time we fail is when we give up.
Load More Replies...The day my father died and I became the oldest person in my family. There was no one to ask about my childhood or my grandparents or what world war 2 was really like. I got older and lonelier.
Ww2 sucked. 70s alot of drugs and also alot of loving parents. Sames for all issues to now. Alot of drugs and family issues. I pray you found it in your heart to find someone worth settling for. It not. You didn't miss out on much. We are all still boring. Plotics suck ass. And mostly we joke the we have hope the world will die off before we do.
Load More Replies...Back in the early 70's both me and my sister laughed at a disabled kid on crutches walking funny. My dad stopped us on the spot and said "Don't you dare laugh at disabled people. Just because they might not be able to do things like you do or look different does not mean they are not as clever as you or deserve less respect. But they do need our help." I will never forget that moment. In the 70's my dad was the most accepting person I ever knew no matter your race, ability or sexual gender.
I have a story, myself. In 8th grade, I was surprised that a classmate of mine (who was African-American) was reading manga. I didn't think he was the kind of guy to do that, so I asked, "oh, you read manga?" He retorted with "You think I like anime because I'm black?" I was shocked at this, as I had never truly experienced racial stereotypes (thank god, I grew up in Minnesota, this was in Florida) and said "No, no, I just didn't think you were the type of person to read manga!" It really opened my eyes to how cruel stereotypes and assuming what people do based on those stereotypes can be. I learned it embarrassingly late, too.
The day I moved out of the house where I had lived with my first husband, I was distraught. I knew I was doing the right thing for *me*, but I was unhappy to break the vow I'd made to always do what was best for the two of us. I told a dear friend this and he said "maybe you *are* doing what's best for both of you. He didn't seem happy in the marriage either". It changed how I felt about our divorce. And as time has passed, it was best for both of us to end the marriage.
I was well aware of racism, and discrimination in general. It wasn't until I was in my early 20's that I personally experienced discrimination based on my looks. The year was about 1990, I had been out of the Army for a year or so, and had not had a haircut or shave since being discharged. I was riding a motorcycle across the country and needed to use a restroom. I stopped at a gas station in western Utah, and asked the attendant about the facilities, after three times asking then being asked back if I needed a receipt (for the fuel), I realized what was happening. I know it's not as severe as direct and overt discrimination, but it was eye-opening. It may not have changed my life, but it sure did make me more empathetic towards my fellow man.
There was a point in my life when I was absolutely obsessed with texting. I found it so exciting whenever I saw I had a new message. Eventually I started thinking I was becoming too obsessed with other people rather than focusing on myself, so I tried to tone down on the texting, turn my notifications off, stop being so active. Later, I realized a very valuable lesson: if you find joy in something, and it doesn’t hurt any(thing/one), don’t stop doing it if there’s nothing wrong with it.
Being called slurs and dehumanizing names in sixth grade and basically being told to get over it and ignore it. It made me realize that I, a trans person, was not welcome in a lot of spaces in my community and that no one else was willing to change it. Although the stress has taken a bit of a toll, I’ve been able to support other trans students and work to provide more spaces tailored to them and making other spaces more inclusive.
I learned very recently that I should never put the needs of someone else above my own because they won't do the same for me