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  • Yeah… I see where you’re coming from, but… Just no. I’m a caregiver for my mother, and it’s very similar to what others are talking about. Being responsible for someone you love can be a wonderful thing. If you don’t want kids, don’t have them, if you’re not close to your parents, don’t agree to be their caregiver. But that sort of familial love, knowing that you are doing what you can to make life as good as possible for another human is an amazing feeling, even when it’s frustrating. Even if there are massive hormonal changes in parents when they have kids, which there are, it doesn’t negate anything about the love they feel for their children. Babies are not manipulating you. Hormones help us form those bonds, but the bonds are real nonetheless.


  • Well, I know what my craft project for the weekend is! I’m gonna be making paw print art with my puppies!

    When my cat died we got a plaster cast made of his paw prints, and it’s something very special and dear to us. I’d like to do something like this before tragedy strikes, so it isn’t so tinged with sadness.






  • In September my mom’s bowel ruptured due to a very large hernia she’d had for 20 years. She survived, but she spent a month in ICU recovering from the sepsis. The surgeries, the colostomy, none of it held a candle to the recovery from the sepsis. She was delirious for 3 weeks. Childlike, even. We thought it had done permanent brain damage, but thank God she recovered.

    That was in September, it is now nearly 7 months later and she still can’t walk. She just doesn’t have the strength in he legs, and her blood pressure has not recovered. It’s very low, and when she stands it drops even worse, making it a risk she’ll pass out.

    Sepsis is no fucking joke. The day she got sick I’ve never seen a human in that much pain. I’m really grateful that she doesn’t remember it, because it still gives me nightmares.