Darlingbitgauche
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She is off to bed now, how on earth is she going to meet her 100hr week quota? She only started tweeting 8 hours ago and that's not the 14hr days she should be doing. Slacker.
Meanwhile Jack in the shitty bungalow!
Her Tattoos cost more than Ive spent on food for a decade.
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And if a person of colour happens to contradict her viewpoint they will have her followers set on them because they dare to not have the correct views.From exactly one month ago:
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So no, it wasn't about ethnic minorities suffering more from poverty.
Surely the merest glance at the British cabinet would reveal that being right wing is not an exclusively white trait? Isn't it quite racist to assume that people of colour are limited to one side of the political spectrum?
Hi, yes actual Train Driver here Toot Toot.
Became one after raising four children as a single mum. Got me out of poverty, feel desperately for people going through that now, wouldn't dream of inserting myself into that conversation as my experience no longer valid as it was over ten years ago.
As for Train Driver:
One of the many intensive tests during the long application process is a criteria based interview during which you answer set questions relating to incidents you have experienced that are relevant to the demands of the role. You are then questioned for an hour and a half to test the veracity of your answers and your ability to think under pressure. Lying or exaggerating your examples will inevitably be found out. Think this is possibly where Jack would fall down...
Also us train drivers are very rarely thanked for our work, we just get on with it and go home...very little public adulation ( except for the Bourgeois bloke! ) Again perhaps not for Jack..
I pay quite a lot of tax and N.I...Something for Jack to acquaint herself with...
It's a very tight community within Railway staff, the "Railway Family" is real and doesn't have a lot of truck with prima donnas...
Lastly and perhaps sadly most pertinently of all we deal with the ever present possibility of someone using us as a means to end their life. It's with us every day and some drivers never, ever get over it. We unequivocally do not talk about it as a means for attention or shock value. Never. Ever.
Stick to grifting and lying Jack, we don't want you. I doubt we ever will.
My heart goes out to you. Truly.There is a history of suicide/attempts going back 4 generations on one side of my family.
As someone who sprinted to her siblings house (on nothing more than a gut feeling) to find them in and out of consciousness with their baby screaming in the play pen, who I then had to scoop up and sit with as the ambo blue lighted the pair of them to hospital, and then watch in horror as staff violently resuscitated them after they collapsed just after arrival at A&E (because being paddled is not like it looks on TV), who experienced the weird time freezing and speeding up as I watched the clock (basic medical knowledge of how long before they’d stop), at some point during this, a Nurse removed baby from my arms to check them over, and finally, the bleeping restarted, and the Hell of ICU, countless tubes and wires, more episodes of fucky heart rhythm requiring intervention over the course course of 23 days, not knowing if they would have brain damage, heart problems, or if they would even fucking wake up, whilst I was back and forth between there and looking after 3 year old, 18 month old and a 3 month old resulted in serious PTSD.
OD on two packs of high dose antidepressants.
We had been at A&E less than 2 mins when the seizures started and the heart stopped. If we had still been in the ambo… I’d have had to adopt my niece.
Even worse, was telling my Grandparents what had happened, because they’ve already lost a child to suicide, burying a child is beyond horrific but burying a Grandchild just a few years later?
By all means, discuss it, but the casual way it is thrown around makes me feel really unwell.
Me and my kids discuss MH. A lot. But my children will never know the above story, or any of my own history of SAs, (way before my Aunt died, way before my kids were born, was due to me being in an abusive home and frankly at 15 I didn’t know how to escape other than to keep trying to unalive myself). Because they’re simply not relevant and not appropriate for them to know about.
I would be devastated if anyone, ever, casually mentioned it to my kids.
There is a history of suicide/attempts going back 4 generations on one side of my family.
As someone who sprinted to her siblings house (on nothing more than a gut feeling) to find them in and out of consciousness with their baby screaming in the play pen, who I then had to scoop up and sit with as the ambo blue lighted the pair of them to hospital, and then watch in horror as staff violently resuscitated them after they collapsed just after arrival at A&E (because being paddled is not like it looks on TV), who experienced the weird time freezing and speeding up as I watched the clock (basic medical knowledge of how long before they’d stop), at some point during this, a Nurse removed baby from my arms to check them over, and finally, the bleeping restarted, and the Hell of ICU, countless tubes and wires, more episodes of fucky heart rhythm requiring intervention over the course course of 23 days, not knowing if they would have brain damage, heart problems, or if they would even fucking wake up, whilst I was back and forth between there and looking after 3 year old, 18 month old and a 3 month old resulted in serious PTSD.
OD on two packs of high dose antidepressants.
We had been at A&E less than 2 mins when the seizures started and the heart stopped. If we had still been in the ambo… I’d have had to adopt my niece.
Even worse, was telling my Grandparents what had happened, because they’ve already lost a child to suicide, burying a child is beyond horrific but burying a Grandchild just a few years later?
By all means, discuss it, but the casual way it is thrown around makes me feel really unwell.
Me and my kids discuss MH. A lot. But my children will never know the above story, or any of my own history of SAs, (way before my Aunt died, way before my kids were born, was due to me being in an abusive home and frankly at 15 I didn’t know how to escape other than to keep trying to unalive myself). Because they’re simply not relevant and not appropriate for them to know about.
I would be devastated if anyone, ever, casually mentioned it to my kids.