Oh my dear sweet architects and makers of chairs. I think all chairs with sides should be banned...along with microwave popcorn in offices.
I went to the first DBT class over here in Vanilla Ville tonight and much to my non-surprise there weren't any chairs without sides. The class was full. But I've learned to speak for myself and take care of myself. I have a right to be in that class and be accommodated.
I asked the instructor if she could get me a chair without sides. She looked dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. She told me she didn't think they had one. I said that wasn't true. They must have a chair without sides in this building. It's a hospital for God's sake. They scrambled around trying to hide their discomfort.
I saw a lone little chair sitting in the hallway. I went over to it and said to the chair, "Ok chair...work for me baby." I gingerly sat down and found it would work just fine. It had sides, but they were wide enough to accommodate my 382 pound body.
So I wheel myself into the class and the table is crowded. No where to wheel into. I sat on the outside of the circle thinking I should feel awkward. I wasn't awkward but I made sure to make everyone else feel awkward until they moved their skinny asses over to make room for me. Jeezus.
I don't try and hide behind my fat and act sheepish. I'm fat. That's what my body is..large. Supersized. Call it whatever you want. I will be accommodated. I will not be shamed or turned away from a Psychology class for God's sake.
All in all the class was good. There was one betty in the class who couldn't keep her mouth shut. Oh my god she bugged the shit out of me. I kept thinking to myself that there must be something about her that I see in myself, because I was really peeved everytime she opened her big trap to relate some experience she had with what we were talking about. Puhlease woman! STFU!
Humbly, I say to you that I have probably been this way myself. Always offering my opinion and experience. So there you have it...I am bugged by her because she reminds me of the part of myself I don't like.
I still want her to STFU!
Oh my dear sweet architects and makers of chairs. I think all chairs with sides should be banned...along with microwave popcorn in offices.
All in all the class was good. There was one betty in the class who couldn't keep her mouth shut. Oh my god she bugged the shit out of me. I kept thinking to myself that there must be something about her that I see in myself, because I was really peeved everytime she opened her big trap to relate some experience she had with what we were talking about. Puhlease woman! STFU!
I went to the first DBT class over here in Vanilla Ville tonight and much to my non-surprise there weren't any chairs without sides. The class was full. But I've learned to speak for myself and take care of myself. I have a right to be in that class and be accommodated.
I asked the instructor if she could get me a chair without sides. She looked dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. She told me she didn't think they had one. I said that wasn't true. They must have a chair without sides in this building. It's a hospital for God's sake. They scrambled around trying to hide their discomfort.
I saw a lone little chair sitting in the hallway. I went over to it and said to the chair, "Ok chair...work for me baby." I gingerly sat down and found it would work just fine. It had sides, but they were wide enough to accommodate my 382 pound body.
So I wheel myself into the class and the table is crowded. No where to wheel into. I sat on the outside of the circle thinking I should feel awkward. I wasn't awkward but I made sure to make everyone else feel awkward until they moved their skinny asses over to make room for me. Jeezus.
I don't try and hide behind my fat and act sheepish. I'm fat. That's what my body is..large. Supersized. Call it whatever you want. I will be accommodated. I will not be shamed or turned away from a Psychology class for God's sake.
Humbly, I say to you that I have probably been this way myself. Always offering my opinion and experience. So there you have it...I am bugged by her because she reminds me of the part of myself I don't like.
I still want her to STFU!