Maeve

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Cake day: August 20th, 2025

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  • I try to see (and taught my kid) these people as minor bosses in a RPG, training me for the tougher pit bosses, pointing out my weaknesses to work on and strengths to polish. It looks like we’re on the verge of confrontation with the final boss of our generation. Try to find your triggers and address the wounds. I believe in you, we are stronger together. I’m honored to be here with you, and now I’m off for my 14 hour+ day!










  • Yes. I learned to just sit with them and feel them. I thought about being lonely vs fitting in with people who didn’t think like me, hold the same core values, and thrived on opportunism, one-upsmanship, alcohol, drugs, and promiscuity that denigrates women in general and equates a woman’s love to putting up with struggle love, non-consensual non-monogamy, passing around side chicks (among other people I won’t get into), STIs (and taking the blame for them when they are blameless), financial and physical abuse, parents who rear boys to be abusers and girls to be abused, because that’s the natural order of things.

    I may or not be asd. But I think differently. I quit abandoning myself to show up for people who couldn’t give me the time of day unless I was useful to their messed up agendas and started showing up for myself. I quit drinking, doping (including prescriptions), and smoking cigarettes and reefer. I occasionally now indulge in a drink and nicotine vape is the last daily but it’s less and less, especially when I’m getting work. Substances are another way of abandoning myself, the self that was shamed for empathy and compassion. I started eating as healthily as I can according to time and budget. I cut out added sugars and sweeteners except for morning coffee, and add very little raw honey or molasses. I lie down early even if not sleeping or waking up during the night. I’m walking when time and weather permit. I don’t eat chips or candy anymore, occasionally a cookie, two at the most. I enjoy silence. I got to know the me I was running from, and I genuinely like that person. I forgave others and myself. I understood. But that doesn’t mean not letting abuse and exploitation continue. And I have comrades who are infinitely patient, seek to include and understand, and failing understanding, accept. Better these friends online than fake friends and family in 3D.

    And I started being grateful. For my slum home, my hood, the sun on my face, my uncomfortable bed, the painted buntings, flutterbys, ladybugs, potable water, hot shower, and decent neighbors.